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possiblyimbiassed · 4 years

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John’s “therapeutic” blog

I’ve been fascinated by the wealth of content in John Watson’s blog since I first noticed it; I think it was some time after S2. For being a complementary work to a TV show, it’s surprisingly well crafted and packed with information. Joe Lidster, who has written the fictional blogs and websites of John, Sherlock, Molly and Connie Prince, is a screenwriter who has been working also with Doctor Who and its spinoff Torchwood.

Unlike the rest of the content within the BBC Sherlock franchise, for example the online game ”Sherlock the Network”, the escape room “The Game is Now” or the book “Sherlock Chronicles”, John’s blog is fully available online for free, you don’t even have to register anywhere. And unlike the other blogs of the franchise (Molly’s and Connie Prince’s blogs and Sherlock’s website), John’s blog is lengthy and has a lot of posts in it. It gives us background and explanations of cases that aren’t mentioned in the show, or only referred to, and I also think it provides a “second opinion” of what we see in the show. It’s a bit like what John says in TLD:

It certainly seems like this blog has been created as a special little treat for the fans, since most of the casual viewers of the show probably don’t even know it exists ‘IRL’. But I think the blog is much more than that; partly because it’s so heavily referenced in the show – with frequent, accurate and exact pictures of it (at least until S4) – and partly because it tells us so much about John’s character. I think John’s blog is significant and important in trying to analyse BBC Sherlock. And maybe the version of John we see in the show will actually get more nuances to it if we look at the blog, which is expressly written by John himself?

More under the cut.

As some of you might know, I’ve written a meta series (X) where I try to explore the idea (originally from @raggedyblue) that the blog describes the ‘real’ events in John’s and Sherlock’s life more accurately than the show, and that what we see in the show up until HLV is Sherlock reminiscing their life together while reading up on the blog. In my view, the show might be Sherlock’s embellished and dramatized version of the events - ironically a bit similar to what Sherlock usually accuses John of doing in both Doyle’s canon and on the blog. But I find the blog’s writing style far more prosaic than the show, and also more prosaic than Watson’s stories in ACD canon; in BBC Sherlock the roles might have been inverted compared to canon.

An example of this would be the scene in TEH (which I talked about in this meta over a year ago) where Mary is (supposedly) reading the following un-published post directly from John’s blog editor:

“His movements were so silent. So furtive, he reminded me of a trained bloodhound picking out a scent. I couldn’t help thinking what an amazing criminal he’d make if he turned his talents against the law.”

Something doesn’t seem quite right here, though. While the rest of the post is text from another, already published, post (The Speckled Blond), this first part is taken almost verbatim from ACD’s story The Sign of Four (SIGN). It describes a crime scene where Holmes has just “whipped out his lens and a tape measure and hurried about the room on his knees, measuring, comparing, examining, with his long thin nose only a few inches from the planks and his beady eyes gleaming and deep-set like those of a bird”. I see a big style difference between this and the rest of John’s blog. Since the quote above never appears on the ‘IRL’ blog, I’d rather believe that in BBC Sherlock this is merely wishful thinking from Sherlock that happens inside his Drama Queen Mind Palace. This impressive description is, I think, what he would truly wish that John had written. ;)

I also suspect that the continuing references to different blog posts in S4 are all made up in Sherlock’s mind, since John’s blog ‘IRL’ stopped updating after TSoT, when Sherlock hacked it and took over the storytelling.

Be that as it may, this meta is a reflection upon what John Watson’s famous blog actually might stand for, and what I believe it tells us about his character. In these months of quarantine, I’ve been passing the time by reading through the whole online version of the blog and taking notes of it.

Therapeutic origin

It seems like the initiative for John to start a blog came from Ella Thompson, his therapist. I believe Ella’s initial idea was therapeutic; if it was almost impossible for John to talk to her about his feelings and inner problems in their sessions, she might have found it difficult to help him. Therefore she suggested that he write it all down on his own instead. And if Ella could persuade him to talk about his life on an online blog, she would also be able to read it.

Of course this wouldn’t be the same as if John told her about his inner reflections in confidence, in a real therapy session, but maybe the blog would give him an incentive to talk about his life at all. And you have to start somewhere.

At the end of TST we see Sherlock visit Ella, but when she asks him to “open up completely” he refuses.

If S4 is happening inside Sherlock’s head (as I believe it is), this might have been Sherlock’s way of trying to psychoanalyse John, to ‘solve John’s case’, by envisioning the therapy situation in his mind palace. A well-known method of Sherlock Holmes is that he tries to put himself in the other person’s place and think about what his own response would have been to the situation. In ACD’s story The Musgrave Ritual (MUSG), Holmes says: “You know my methods in such cases, Watson. I put myself in the man’s place, and, having first gauged his intelligence, I try to imagine how I should myself have proceeded under the same circumstances.”

Which is also evidence that the character of Sherlock Holmes does indeed not lack empathetic capacity. Also in the show, John’s assertion that Sherlock “doesn’t feel things that way” etc. is basically BS in my opinion. The problem is that John refuses to see this.

John’s state of mind before Sherlock

John’s first three blog posts (in the middle of December - January) seem to completely lack motivation.

And this is maybe what one could expect from the deeply depressed John (as he appears in the beginning of the show), isn’t it? No surprises there.

Everything seems meaningless, and John only makes two attempts at blog posts to comply with Ella’s recommendations, but he doesn’t actually write anything in them. After the second attempt his old army friend Bill Murray tries to contact him, but John seems to have cut off his ties with the rest of the world; he doesn’t answer the comment.

At the third attempt over a month later, John seems to want to delete the blog he has started, but lacks the technical knowledge to do so. The fourth attempt is just a snide comment to Ella:

She doesn’t respond, however (not very surprisingly perhaps). Instead, John’s sister Harry discovers the blog and tries out this means of communicating with him. But John ignores her.

But at the fifth attempt at least John has gone out with some friends and describes it – almost bitterly. Sadly, it also seems like John met up with them mainly to avoid his therapy session with Ella.

So, the problem is that whatever Ella may have thought that the blog would mean for John’s healing, I think she aimed well but unfortunately missed the target. John Watson does not ‘open up’ himself on the blog. When he finally starts to really write - after he met Sherlock - it’s not actually about him (supposedly); it’s all about Sherlock. Basically, John goes directly from ‘Nothing happens to me‘ to ‘Sherlock happens to me‘.

What the blog tells us about John ‘after Sherlock’

John’s blog may be all about Sherlock, but there isn’t actually that much praise for Sherlock in the blog posts as one might think. My impression is that John applies his (perhaps somewhat overestimated) writing skills to project his own failures and self-loathing on his closest friend. More than anything else, I think the blog is John’s emotional outlet for his frustration over his unsatisfactory relationship with Sherlock and his own inability to improve it. Instead of trying to actually talk to Sherlock, he uses the blog to vent his frustrations over Sherlock, speculating wildly about what he believes Sherlock is thinking and feeling.

The stories and adventures are thrilling and entertaining, yes. But his assessments of Sherlock’s character are really not very uplifting. John doesn’t strike me as an ‘analytic’ person, which in this case means that John’s theories about Sherlock are rather based on his personal emotions than logical conclusions. It’s sometimes even a bit difficult to follow the chain of events in John’s posts, because it’s usually so intertwined with his gossipy and out-of-context comments about Sherlock’s personality.

Unfortunately, Sherlock doesn’t seem to realise this projection, and neither do we see him address the issue of John’s misconceptions about him. I believe Sherlock takes many of John’s jibes and insults at him at face value, which – sadly - only adds on to his own self-loathing. I also think that Sherlock trying to draw conclusions about his mysterious friend through the written blog might be a mistake; it may eventually tell him a lot about John’s problems, but to see these he needs to look behind all the cover-up of blatant criticism of him, Sherlock. Maybe that’s what Sherlock’s trying to do in S4, by setting up scenarios in his mind palace?

Judging by how John comes across on the blog – and in the show – I think Sherlock’s claim “You’re abnormally drawn to dangerous people and places” in HLV is a perfectly sound analysis - on the surface. However, I think one must read between the blog lines in order to see other possible motives for John wanting to hang out with Sherlock. Reading John’s posts textually, he gives a strong impression that he’s there for the adventures; when there is danger in the air, John’s never bored.

In the comment section Sherlock never mentions John’s evaluation of his character. Instead he repeatedly criticises John’s writing style. I get the impression that this is Sherlock’s subtle way of getting back at John without having to directly address John’s misconceptions about him. As I said above, I think John’s writing style is very different from Watson’s style in canon; far less respect for Sherlock and a far more prosaic and simple language. Canons Watson seems careful not to speculate much, while John does this all the time.

Examples that form a pattern

There’s a good deal of praise of Sherlock in John’s posts, but it has almost exclusively to do with his admiration for Sherlock’s intellectual capacity; he’s repeatedly described as ‘clever’ and after the Fall, John claims that “nobody ever really outwitted Sherlock”. But in fact, I’ve found very few blog posts where John doesn’t also criticise or complain about Sherlock in some way or another. And there are only two posts (out of a total of 45) where John says something positive about Sherlock’s character:

1. After their first meeting he calls Sherlock “strangely likeable” and “charming”.

2. In what John meant to be his last post ever (he believed Sherlock was dead), he calls Sherlock “funny”, “charming” and “everything a good person should be”.

On the other hand, there seems to be nothing in John’s own (supposed) opinions about Sherlock that he regards as too negative or inappropriate to publish online. I very much think this is about self-loathing; he projects his own shortcomings on his “psychopath” friend and flatmate. Like it’s always a relief to have a scapegoat. An additional explanation might be that if John is closeted and in public denial about any romantic feelings for Sherlock, this makes him not want to appear too ‘besotted’ on the blog. ;) Thus, he might believe he needs to compensate the praise with criticism. Problem is, with this contradictory approach the readers might ask: What is John’s actual relationship to Sherlock? Handler? Hostage? Lover? Concerned citizen? It’s hard to claim he’s a ‘real’, professional colleague, since John’s actual profession is a medical doctor. But why would John be friends with a psychopath?

To seriously claim that his best friend is a psychopath seems perfectly OK to John, though – he does it repeatedly, and quotes Donovan’s claim that Sherlock “gets off on it”. At the end of A Study in Pink, John talks about Sherlock and the serial killer as if they were both psychopaths, one undistinguishable from the other:

“The taxi driver drove him to a college of further education so they could both educate each other on - well, on how their minds worked, I guess. It's not something I'll ever really understand and, to be honest, I'm not sure I ever want to understand it. To be that much of a psychopath. To be that above the rest of us.”

John even seems to pretend to prefer ignorance to understanding, only to find one more opportunity to blame Sherlock. Here are some examples of other things John calls Sherlock publicly on the Internet:

Arrogant

Rude

Imperious

Pompous

Madman

Freak

Childish and

Not safe.

He also says on the blog that Sherlock is spectacularly ignorant about some things, like the solar system.

Little Freudian slips

In the post titled The Speckled Blonde

(which is basically a re-count of canon’s The Speckled Band - SPEC) John’s closet angst reaches new heights:

Apparently John finds it important to preventively point out to his readers that he was not sharing a bed with Sherlock. Or, actually, that he even preferred sleeping on the floor before sharing a bed with his flatmate. The thing is, however, that the information that they spent the night in Julias bedroom isn’t at all necessary for the story, since - unlike in ACD Canon - nothing of importance apparently happened during that night. John actually tells us nothing about the night as such. The only ‘feature of interest’ is that Sherlock found a suspect bottle of bubble bath on the victim’s night table, which he took to Barts for analysis (and he was right - the bath had killed Julia by poisoning). Obviously, John could have described this crime scene investigation entirely without mentioning that they had spent the night there. So, if this little morsel of information was so embarrassing for him, why did he even include it? Hmm...

In my biased mind, I can only think of two alternative explanations (not mutually exclusive, though): 1. John had spent so much fantasies and subconscious energy on reliving this night that he just couldn’t keep this info entirely to himself (Freudian slip), or 2. Something actually happened that night - something that had no bearing on the case. After all, John never says that he slept on the floor, only that he was going to sleep on it. ;)

Speaking of bubble bath, I find the fact that Julia died from it slightly suggestive, and even metaphorical, as such. Because there’s also another case on John’s blog describing someone dying in a bath: The Deadly Tealights. The victim suffocated in a bathroom where the candles consumed all the oxygen. John has included this little comment:

Why does John bring up the idea that a person taking a bath with candles would potentially be judged? What has his own bath routines to do with the crime case? Does the victim really need John to find excuses for his private life? Methinks this rather might be John’s closet angst speaking again. Someone has tried to belittle John for liking baths, and apparently John seizes the opportunity to vent about it on the blog. Metaphorically, this tells me that the closet is suffocating for John, and that the ‘chemistry of love’ is involved.

John - The Moral Compass

John is often referred to as the part of the duo who a) is more sociable and b) works like a sort of moral guide to Sherlock. The detective, on the other hand, is shown as a “sociopath” who supposedly doesn’t understand this kind of things. And – to be honest – Sherlock doesn’t actively say much to contradict this perception; sometimes he even appears to agree with it.

(I think his actions should be a clue to the contrary, though).

According to the blog, John seems to believe he himself is the adult one in this acquaintance, the one who does understand the rules of society. He repeatedly calls Sherlock “childish”. Judging by John’s descriptions in the blog, one might almost think that John had been forced to hang out with Sherlock, trying to do the best of it. But seeing as it’s entirely voluntarily it’s a bit hard to understand, for example, how John can blame Sherlock for “leaving me and Sarah to be kidnapped” in The Blind Banker:

John makes is sound like Sherlock left them to the enemy deliberately, knowing that someone would come after them. But weren’t they at home, supposedly on a date? If John didn’t like it, couldn’t he have left any moment and gone out to continue the date he was supposed to? But no; John counts himself among the innocent persons whom Sherlock “involves in his adventures”:

After reading the whole of John’s blog, all I can say is that this guy is a living, breathing contradiction. How can he be Sherlock’s moral compass if his needle is spinning all the time? :))

In The Great Game John describes himself as just a “pawn” in Sherlock’s and the killer’s great game, equalling himself with the other victims. With his insinuations, he indirectly blames Sherlock for the death of 12 people and goes back to Sally Donovan’s “freak” accusations:

Another interesting bit is this, describing Sherlock’s reaction at the pool, when John for a moment appeared to be behind everything: “I should have been horrified that he'd even doubt me for a second…” Wait – what!? John is capable of telling the whole world the most damning rubbish about his friend, but if Sherlock for any second doubted John, he’d be horrified? This part is also of interest: “But the laser sight simply moved to Sherlock's head and I was forced to let go. For a second, I wondered if Sherlock would have done the same for me but then all I knew for certain was, at that moment, I knew I was going to die.”

Before that, John had just described what could easily be interpreted as Sherlock calmly trying to talk Moriarty out of having John killed, but to John this was just “The two men talked, both clearly pleased to…”. In John’s view, he was the only one who was forced to let go of the killer because of the threat to Sherlock. Honestly, who is it, between the two of them, that most appears to lack empathetic capacity?

Creds and Competence

John appears to be a rather honest, humble and straightforward in the show, quite competent in his medical profession, and in TSoT he is highly praised by Sherlock:

But on the blog John is more ambiguous, and he isn’t always modest. Sometimes he appears to enhance his own role in the crime solving and take credit also for things that are clearly Sherlock’s doing. For example, in The Great Game there’s this:

“Between us, we worked out that while Connie's death had been made to look like the result of a tetanus infection, it had actually been caused by poison - their houseboy, â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“, had overdosed her on Botox!”

But if we’re supposed to believe the show, John actually believed it was a tetanus infection, while Sherlock deduced and later demonstrated poison:

John also expresses a slightly childish vindictiveness in making a lot of fuss about Sherlock’s failures; every single time Sherlock can’t solve a case, John points it out on the blog with glee. It almost gives me the impression that the doctor is suffering from inferiority complex. He even uses “Sherlock Holmes Baffled“ as a title for one of their cases.

This seems to be written in jest, since Sherlock frequently is rude about other people’s lower intellectual capacity, but actually hates ‘not knowing’.

I admit that this may be funny to joke about once, but it gets a little tiresome that John has to point it out every time. Why does John even do this, even as Sherlock has explicitly asked him to not publish the unsolved cases? Which I assume would not be good for their business?

If John truly is Sherlock’s colleague, wouldn’t he also be more interested in helping to solve the cases, rather than talk about the failures? It seems to me that John is struggling so hard against his own feelings for Sherlock that he feels the need to provoke rather than help him.

The Most Inhuman Human

Sherlock’s supposed lack of humanity is a recurring theme for John; he claims that “people” want to know that Sherlock is human, as if anyone - on the blog or in the show - except John had ever questioned this.

I can’t remember anyone on the blog except John showing an interest in this issue, though. In the post Many Happy Returns he writes this (my bolding):

“Yet the video... it showed the other side to him. He was rude, yeah. Arrogant. Apparently lacking in anything resembling empathy. But I'd forgotten just how funny he could be. He was so charming. So... human. It's bizarre because most people would say he was the most inhuman person they'd ever met. But he wasn't.”

He wasn’t? Wow - great revelation, John! [sarcasm :)]. But who said that, actually? Not even the haters and trolls on John’s blog ever claimed Sherlock was inhuman. It’s one thing that Donovan and Anderson called him a freak and a psychopath, but John is the only character I can think of who has ever implied that Sherlock would not be a human being. Only John calls him a ‘machine’. Which is a load of BS of course; John really doesn’t strike me as a professional doctor when he says this, even less as a friend - always trying to mark the distance.

So what’s Sherlock’s ‘complete lack of empathy’ in that video actually about (mini-episode here)? Was it because he didn’t want to go to a birthday dinner with people? Hardly - John seems to understand this about Sherlock. Or was it maybe because of his comment: “How can John be having a birthday dinner? All his friends hate him!” Well, this probably hurt a bit (even if I rather think he sounds bitter and jealous - he wants John for himself ;) ). On the other hand, Sherlock then backtracks and seems to regret his little outburst:

Mary’s role in John’s life

The blog is where Mary Morstan appears to be introduced to John; on John’s first blog post about at least a year after Sherlock’s ‘death’, she suddenly just shows up in the comment section, sending him kisses and inviting him out:

John ignores her, though, and when his sister asks him who Mary is, he doesn’t answer. Mary seems to hang in there, however, and the next time she appears is on the Deadly Tealights post (the one with the dead flatmate in the suffocating closet bathroom). And now she’s called Mary Morstan. Next time is The Inexplicable Matchbox. Both times her only comment is ‘ignore the trolls’. John rather seems to ignore her, though. Finally, he finishes his Many Happy Returns post (which was supposed to be his last) with saying that he has now “found someone” (without naming them) and should concentrate on that.

All this is a little bit weird, though, considering Mary’s comment in TEH, when she is logged in and reading aloud from the editor of John’s blog: “The famous blog, finally!” As if she hadn’t already read all his posts and tried to interact with him on the blog? Hmm.

In the show Mary just seems to come from out of nowhere, suddenly showing up in the graveyard holding hands with John.

Her anonymity reminds me of Doyle’s treatment of Mary in canon, where she’s only mentioned by name when she’s still a client, before she marries Watson.

On the blog Mary is not mentioned by name until over a year after John met her, in spite of her presence in the comment section long before that. And it’s not until John’s first post after Sherlock’s return - The Empty Hearse - that John says something appreciative of her. Suddenly she is (still without name) "...the best thing that's ever happened to me. Sorry, Sherlock :)”. For the rest of the blog posts, John’s (very scarce) answers to Mary’s comments are never flirty or appreciative in the least. Mary’s own last comment, on the very last post - this time written by Sherlock who hacked the blog after John’s and Mary’s wedding - is this: “SHERLOCK! SHUT UP NOW!”

None of this gives me the impression that John has fallen in love with Mary. The silence with which he treats Mary on the blog rather makes me think of her as someone basically not very important; a sort of substitute in a desperate attempt to fill an emptiness in his life. And I think it might be significant that as soon as John recognises the existence of Mary in his life, he seems to use her as a sort of buffer towards Sherlock. A façade. First it’s the gleeful “Sorry Sherlock :)” comment above. Vindictive, it appears. And then, in the post Happily Ever After, John insists that his and Mary’s impending (heterosexual) marriage must clearly be the reason why Sherlock chose to help a gay couple getting together, one of them leaving an abusive marriage which was basically a façade. This whole ‘conclusion’ is so stupid that I’m rendered speechless.

Summary

To summarise - for those of you with enough patience to have followed all my ramblings in this marathon meta - I think the picture of John’s character that we can discern from reading up on the whole of his blog possibly tells us even more about him than the show. If the show reflects Sherlock’s mind, albeit almost entirely focused on his own perception of John Watson, this blog might actually give more insight into how John’s own mind works. I think it shows us someone who is struggling desperately with his own feelings. Someone who is trying to mark a distance that he believes is healthy for him, but that he actually doesn’t want, towards the object of his affection, by criticising them. The full-fledged, living, breathing contradiction that is John Watson comes to its full right by the blog. We could almost say he’s ‘human’ :). Kudos to Joe Lidster and the other showmakers for providing us with this gem.

Tagging some people who might be interested: @raggedyblue @ebaeschnbliah @gosherlocked @sagestreet @sarahthecoat @tjlcisthenewsexy @elldotsee @88thparallel @sherlock-overflow-error @yeah-oh-shit

#John's blog is important #John's blogging is his therapy

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saintprivateer · 6 years

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Domestic bf Asra

Sooo ever since I’ve downloaded The Arcana I haven’t stopped thinking about it (from my recent rb’s that’s probably very obvious though)! Here’s some headcanons I’ve been hoarding about my endearing magic boi Asra and the bliss of domesticity with him.

Rating: very fluffy :o)

Pairing: Asra x Apprentice (genderneutral)

Time: Modern for the most part, but I’ve tried to include aspects that still pertain to the Arcana universe (magic, his shop business, etc.)

Asra not only loves painting his nails but also yours (if you’re into that of course.) Lots of nail painting days together. His favorite colors include (rose) gold, purple, fuchsia, and deep-sea indigo. It’s therapeutic to him to feel the coolness of the polish on his nails, plus he likes watching your concentrated expression as you scrutinize your work. This goes the other way too! You love watching him pull your hand closer, add just the right amount of the last coat, smile to himself, and kiss your knuckles. “All done.”

Spa days!! You better believe he’d set out an entire day solely for pampering. You’ll both spend the evening in fluffy/sheer robes, and it gives him an excuse to take a nap while his clay mask dries. Makes the best exfoliates and sugar scrubs, and he usually charms the products so that your skin is feeling extra refreshed and moisturized (literally it’s no wonder his skin is so baby smooth and dewy fresh)

Bubble baths happen on spa days too, but this in itself could be an event on its own. Candles made of flower extract, magic bath bombs with iridescent gems and healing spells, suddy bubble beards and kingdoms of foam when you’re both feeling playful. Faust likes being in the water too, so Asra sets up minature bath for her in a water basin or a floating water orb that shifts in the middle of you two as she nestles in the warmth. You take turns bathing eachother and he loves to help you dry off. He’s a caretaker at heart with his lovers!!

Scheduled naps every other day or weekend. I needn’t go into more detail but... yes I do. He’s the best nap partner but we already knew that. Usually likes being the big spoon of course, but if he ever turns over during his rest you’ll naturally follow eventually, wrapping an arm around his lithe torso and snuggling close, burying yourself in his natural Asra scent. If you’re smaller, you might opt for pressing your cheek against the cushion of his back or shoulder, and if you’re taller you nestle your chin on his fluffy marshmallow hair. He loves to intertwine fingers around stomachs, lazily kiss shoulders and collarbones, and vise versa. Takes his time to get up and stretch out his muscles, but usually resorts to a second nap.

LOVES THUNDERSTORM NAPS

Loooves to try new recipes and ethnic foods he’s scribbled about in his journal from the places he’s traveled. He also has a Pinterest board for all his culinary interests (loves Pinterest btw). He takes over the stirring + prepares desserts while you add base ingredients and spices, invites you to try the techniques he’s been told about. Feeds you samples on a wooden spoon and accidentally gets icing on your cheek so that he can kiss it off. Has a designated apron and everything. When the meals don’t turn out the way he planned, he might just use a charm to make it taste up to par, but this rarely happens hence his refined pallet and being a fast learner. Gets creative!!(Alternatively, I think it’s also very canon for him to think almost anything is good as long as it’s edible, like when he asked himself where he last left his sandwich out on the counter. This boy would eat battery acid if it was covered in cheese.)

He always has a chill playlist humming softly throughout the shop. It can play during opening hours or when you’re both cleaning around the house. I imagine songs like this and/or this....and/or this. :)

Sharing jewelry!! Loves to see you in his chokers and doesn’t normally ask to wear your rings or bracelets, but once you assure him you don’t mind he wears the metals like a lover’s sweater and takes extra good care of them, putting them back in their proper place once he’s done. Holds the chains in his fingers when he’s wearing them while he’s away and thinks of you. Replays memories interlaced in the amulets. Peppers you with compliments when you wear his things and makes a mental note to gift you something similar to the jewels in the future.

On slow business days, he might just close the shop after some convincing from you and perch on anything comfy with a book and tea. Reading days are also very regular. In the afternoon light he flips through what he can while the sunlight still flutters through the windows, and alternates to his salt lamp once the day is over (he has enough lanterns and fairy lights to power a small city). He loves when you get so caught up in a book that you hardly put it down, but when it gets too late in the evening he gently reminds you to get some rest soon, kissing you goodnight and shuffling up the stairs. He’s found you sleeping in the exact same lounge chair you sat in that night in the morning, and he can’t decide whether to lightly scold you or admire how adorable you look with your book half opened on your chest and your head lulled sideways on a fluffy throw pillow. He’s compared you to a tiny sleeping cat or bear cub.

The mere concept of being domestic with you is just as thrilling to him as it is reassuring and grounding. He loves to switch routine, and his airyness is a catalyst for movement and change, but you are the foundational constant in his life. Someone that he can always see as home.

#the arcana #asra the magician #nix hydra #the arcana game #asra bf headcanons #headcanon #fluff #i write for the arcana #hannahs writing #my writing #asra x apprentice #genderneutral apprentice #nb #fem #masc

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ohfrickfanfic · 7 years

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Daddy Issues

Requested by @duryik - Ok I’ve got an idea (Another Josh x reader) So your just moved into a new apartment like a few weeks ago so you don’t really know the neighbors. You get locked out of your apartment (with your phone in there) so you go across the hall to ask to borrow their phone to call your super and when the door opens you’re greeted with a sweaty sexy Josh who just came back from practice (maybe he needs to blow off some steam 😉)and one thing leads to another he’s nailing you with a (daddy and choking kink.

I also had a separate private request to add face sitting to a fic so I threw that in here too.

So I based this off my own real life "daddy issues" I thought it would be therapeutic to write about or cathartic as Tyler would say. But basically, this same exact scenario happened to me except my dad didn't call me he just showed up at my new house with bags backed like I was just gonna let him move in. Oh and he also wasn't 'allowed' at my wedding either but those are stories for another day... Josh is in the band in this but reader is written as being unfamiliar with the band and who Josh is.

You can listen to the daddy kink playlist used in this fic here, feel free to suggest more songs it’s pretty short.

Pairings: Josh x Reader

Warnings/tags: daddy kink, choking, face sitting

You hang up your phone, and whip it into the couch. It bounces off and lands on the floor with a thud as tears of anger sting the corners of your eyes and stream down your face. It was just like your father to be a manipulating selfish asshole. You should be used to this by now he's been like this ever since he left you and your mom for another woman when you were ten. You've hardly seen him since except for split holidays and the court ordered every other weekend visitations while you were growing up. Even then he hardly spoke two words to you unless it was to brag about a big buck he killed hunting, or to berate you for being bisexual after your new stepsister outed you. But luckily, kindly reminding him that adultery is also 'against the bible' quickly put an end to that. Still, with that information, you quickly became his pawn in a messy divorce and child support battle. "Tell your mom not to take your father back to court for child support or I'll tell your little secret on the stand if she does," his new wife would threaten and he'd allow. He also missed a lot of important events in your life including your sweet sixteen; he wasn't allowed to go per his new wife. It's not like he even remembered your birthday anyway, he'd call to say Happy Birthday in May when your birthday's in March, and you'll never forget the time he called to ask you for your birth-date for some paperwork for his job.

As you grew older you spoke less and less often years would go by without a word. But of course the second he heard through the grapevine that you've moved out of your mother's house and now have an apartment of your own he calls. Apparently several years and four more kids later, his new wife cheated on him and kicked him out and now he needs a place to live. While you couldn't be any more pleased with karma, the audacity of your father's request to live with you filled you with such rage that all you could do was laugh maniacally at the absurdity before you hung up.

You decide to go for a walk to calm down and help clear your head but the second you close the door to your new apartment behind you, you realize you locked your keys inside. Frantically, you tap your pockets looking for your phone to call your best friend who has a spare when it suddenly it hits you that in your emotional state you absentmindedly left it inside as well.

Well, this is one way to meet my new neighbors, you think to yourself as you knock on the door across the hall to ask to use the phone.

"Coming!" You hear a male voice shout, as you quickly wipe your face with your hands hoping your makeup is not streaked all over it. "Can I help you?" A colorful haired man asks from behind the chain latch of the now slightly ajar door.

"Hi..umm ..yes sorry to bother you but I just moved in across the hall and I accidentally locked my keys and phone inside and I was wondering if I could use your phone to call someone to bring me a spare,” you ramble like an idiot, what a great first impression I'm making on the new neighbors already. You think to yourself.

"Yeah sure hold on," he says before closing the door. You can hear the clang of the sliding chain lock. "You don't recognize me, do you?" He asks once he opens the door back up. It seems like an odd question and you study him briefly thinking maybe you've met before. But you're fairly certain you would remember the gorgeous creature before you with brightly colored hair, and a wet sculpted body with nothing but a towel around his waist.

"I'm sorry were you in the shower when I knocked? You ask apologetically, "But no, I'm sorry I don't recognize you, should I?"

"No, it's okay I like it better this way," he smiles as he closes the apartment door behind you . "and no I was just about to get in actually I'm all sweaty from drum practice, but don't worry about it I'd rather help a pretty girl in distress," he smirks. "Have a seat on the couch, I'll grab you my phone."

You take a seat on the couch and he returns a few moments later cellphone in hand. He's now wearing an extremely low riding pair of grey sweatpants that don't leave anymore to the imagination than the towel did. You can't help but stare at the chiseled V of his hips that are drawing your eyes down to the slight cloth covered bulge below as he hands you the phone. The sight is enough to make you squeeze your thighs together; God, what you would do for a nice orgasm as a distraction right now.

"Need anything, water, LaCroix, Red Bull?" He calls from behind you now in the kitchen of the open floor plan, as you scour your brain, silently cursing technology for not allowing you to recall your best friends phone number without it so conveniently listed in your contacts.

How about for you to fuck me until I forget. Your mind wanders. but "Water's fine," is all you say.

"Sure thing," he answers. "So how'd you manage to lock your phone and keys inside anyways? You looked pretty upset when I answered the door, like you'd been crying," he asks as he reaches into the fridge for a bottle of water.

"Ugh long story short, but my piece of shit father who's never been there for me suddenly needs a place to live, and really thought I would let him live with me. I just wanted to go for a walk and clear my head, and in my anger, I absentmindedly left them behind."

"Oooh, Daddy issues!" He speaks with a low growl, his voice dripping with suggestion, knowing girls who didn’t have a proper father figure growing up are far more likely to have a daddy kink than those who did. The cold water bottle makes contact with the palm of your hand as he takes a seat and hands it to you, but rolls to the floor when you don't grab it; your hands instead planting themselves firmly on the colorful-haired man's chest pushing him down on the couch, a knee on either side of his hips as you connect your lips to his. He parts his lips and moans into the kiss as his tongue slides against yours.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I should really go," you jump back breaking the kiss.

"Shhhh Babygirl, don't be sorry Daddy's got you," He whispers brushing his thumb over your lips, his other fingers caressing your cheek softly, as his free hand slips his phone into his pocket; because you won't be needing it and he has plans.

"Oh fuck," You practically moan as his words ignite a warmth in your abdomen, and you reconnect your lips once again.

"Bedroom?" He pulls back momentarily to suggest.

"Bedroom," you repeat with a nod of your head like you forgot the word ‘yes’.

On your way to the bedroom, he tangles his left hand in your hair using his grip on it to keep your face close to his and your mouths latched, the free hand of his tattooed arm swiftly undoing the buttons of our blousy top, and sliding it off your shoulders, your bra to follow.

Inside his room, he sinks down on the edge of his bed grabbing you by your jean-clad backside and pulling you close. With his lips dancing over the horizon of flesh and jean along your lower abdomen and his eyes burning into yours, he unzips them and begins tugging them down. Assisting him, you slip your thumbs into the waistband and shimmy your hips as you pull the tight fabric over your backside and down your thighs.

"Fuck, I wanna feel these thighs wrapped around my head, Babygirl," he breathes as he strokes them, softly at first, then rougher, squeezing as run his hands up and down there expanse.

“Mmmm, Yeah?”

“Yeah, let Daddy make you feel good, beautiful. Come sit on my face,” he says raking his pearly white teeth over his bottom lip as he begins to move up the bed.

You pull your panties down to meet your jeans, kicking them off completely as you crawl onto the bed and over the toned body of your new neighbor, settling a knee on either side of his head.

“Wait!” He exclaims, his warm breath cascading over your core, as he reaches into the pocket of his grey sweats, pulling out his phone. “I’ve been dying to get some use out of this playlist.” he smirks, as he presses play and sets the phone to his right on the nightstand, wrapping his arms around your thighs. The first song starts and you recognize it immediately as Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood. He locks eyes with you and flattens his tongue, giving you a long, slow, teasing lick. Moaning at the taste he grips your ass pulling you flush against his mouth as the lyrics start.

Take you like a drug

Taste you on my tongue

He delves his tongue deeper lapping at the wetness that’s been pooling since you first laid eyes on his V line.

“Mmm, Fuck,” you whine, bucking your hips against his mouth desperate for more friction, he takes notice gliding his tongue back up over your clit and sucking on it lightly as the music continues in the background.

And if you were my little girl

I’d do whatever I could do

I’d runaway and hide with you

I know you got daddy issues

Your hands find their way into his hair, gripping his brightly colored locks as you ride his face, rocking your hips back and forth along his tongue. As you feel your orgasm steadily approaching, you remove one of your hands from his hair and brace yourself on the headboard.

He slides a hand from your ass, down over his chiseled abs and into his sweatpants pulling his erection free, and begins stroking himself as his tongue continues to work against your clit.

“Ohhh… Fuck Daddy!” You moan in a shaky breath, gripping his hair tighter as you cum with your head thrown back and your thighs tightening around his head, as you ride it out.

“Mmmmm, good girl,” he says simply, his lips and chin glossed with your wetness as he pulls away.

You remove your legs from around his head and move back down his body to now straddle his hips. Leaning forward over his perfect body you slide your tongue between his slippery lips and into his mouth kissing him with fierce passion. He moans at your actions, breaking this kiss to speak.

“You. Like. Tasting. Yourself. Beautiful?” He asks, each word punctuated with the slip of his tongue into your eager mouth.

“Mmmm yes,” you pull back playfully to answer, teasing your tongue along his lips.

“Yes, what?” He prompts you, stretching his neck to capture your mouth again.

“Yes, Daddy,” you smile against his lips, before moving farther back down his body, kissing as you go before finally settling with his thighs viced between yours. Sitting back on his thighs you grasp his length admiring it as you begin to pump him. He’s only slightly longer than the others you’ve been with, but oh so thick, a prominent vein running from the base to just under the head, you stroke your thumb along it teasingly causing him to whimper in desperation.

“Stop teasing and ride me already,” he commands, bucking his hips off the bed and fucking into your hand.

You smile seductively as you raise your body up and hover teasingly over his erect length in your grasp. He slips into you as he bucks his hips a second time, and you sink down with a loud moan as you bottom out on his thick cock. Bouncing on his length you raise and lower your hips to the beat of the music a Demi Lovato song now playing.

Lucky for you I got all these daddy issues

What can I do?

I’m going crazy when I’m with you

Forget all the therapy that I’ve been through

Lucky for you

I’ve got all these daddy issues

All these daddy issues

Daddy issues uhhh daddy issues uhhh

“Mmmm fuck, look at you, tits bouncing as you ride my dick like a good little slut,” he groans, as he bites his lip and grips your waist.

Changing up your motions and pace you begin rocking quickly back and forth, the grasp of his strong hands and broad fingers guiding your movements. With your hands on his chest, you lean forward desperate for friction grinding your clit against his well-groomed, smooth, hairless pubic bone.

“So close,” you whine, the added sensation being exactly what you were after.

“Not so fast,” he smirks pushing you off of him. He walks to the edge of the mattress, and grabs your ankle, swiftly tugging you to the end of the bed and bending you over. Wasting no time he enters back into you and quickly settles into a rhythm. Reaching under you he snakes his hands up over your stomach to your chest, firmly clutching your breast as he pistons his hips against your flesh. You turn back to look at him, Lana Del Rey’s words now filling the room.

You can be the boss Daddy

You can be the boss

He grins intensely, moving one hand up from your breast and wrapping it firmly around your neck, causing you let out a moan and arch your back in response.

“Mmmm you like that?” He questions.

“Fuck, Daddy, yes harder!” You instruct, pushing back on his length. Squeezing tighter, he picks up the pace of his rhythm fucking you harder as the heat in your abdomen builds.

“I can feel this sloppy cunt tightening Babygirl, come on, cum for Daddy, I know you're close,” he breathes in your ear adding slightly more pressure to your neck. His words and actions take your over the edge, the lack of oxygen and blood flow magnifying the intensity of your orgasm.

Dropping his hand from your neck, he continues to thrust into you, sounds of your audible wetness filling the room as he chases after his own release. Within moments he’s pulling out of you and finishing on the small of your back. You lay still, dangling from the edge of the bed your body wracked with pleasure and try to catch your breath while he heads to the bathroom to fetch you a washcloth. He wipes your back haphazardly and throws the cloth to the floor before sinking down on the bed next to you.

“Well, that solved one of my problems,” you huff with a smile, still trying to catch your breath. “But I’m still locked out and I can’t remember my friend's number.”

“Come on let’s get dressed I think I can help with that too,” he says with a laugh.

You locate your strewn about clothes quickly dressing in them as he slips his grey sweats back on and heads into the kitchen, you follow. He digs around in a junk drawer by the microwave and pulls out a paper clip.

“Let’s get you home beautiful, you look like you could use a nap,” he smiles, guiding you to the door with a hand on your lower back, your shirt sticking to the remnants of the poorly cleaned and now drying cum.

Back across the hall he kneels in front of your door and straightens out the paper clip guiding it into the keyhole. In a few minutes of picking your lock, your door is open.

“Why didn’t you just tell me you knew how to do that to begin with?” You question as you step inside your apartment.

“What fun would that have been?” He grins with a slight laugh.

“Well thank you for everything ..uhh.. umm,” you stutter realizing you never got his name.

“Anytime,” he smirks. “The name’s Josh, by the way, Josh Dun.”

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berjhawn · 7 years

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Death Ever After - Part 2 - A New Life?

*Not My GIF*

Warnings: Death; Abuse; Depression; starvation; ETC

Pairings: Modern Marvel Alternate Universe x Reader; Bucky X Reader; Steve X Reader

Parts:

Part 1 - A True Hero

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“Richard…” I call again my hand moving up his arm to his shoulder. “Please answer me.” I say tears filling my eyes making it even harder to see. I reach up to his face and instantly feel the hot blood pouring down his face. “Oh my god Rich! Please wake up! You have to wake up! I need you!” I call out in agony as I try to figure out how to help him.

“Ma’am are you okay?!” I hear someone call out from behind me and I grip tightly to Richard.

“Help him, please, he won’t answer me!” I cry out as I cup his face in my hands.

“We need to get you out of the car,” The random stranger says and I shake my head.

“No, I won’t leave without Richard.”

“If we don’t get you out now you’ll die with him.”

“That’s fine, we’ll die together. I won’t leave him. help him first!”

“He’s already gone!” the guy cries out and my heart stops.

“NO! you’re lying! He’s just unconscious. I won’t leave him.” I cry out as I cling to him.

“Look the car is going to catch on fire, we have to get you out now!”

“NO LEAVE ME ALONE!!” I yell at them as I feel hands grip onto me pulling me away from Richard. “Richard! Wake up! Please don’t leave me!” I grip tightly to the steering wheel as I try to stay with him but a sharp pain in my stomach causes me to wince and momentarily forget myself as I wrap my arms around my waist. The bystanders pull me from the truck and carry me away as I kick and scream through the pain to try and get back to Richard.

“Confounded woman, Roy, go back and get the boy. She won’t calm down till he’s here next to her.”

“Sure thing Pa.” The boy responds as he races back to the truck.

“Look at me little lady,” The man I figured was Pa says but I won’t take my eyes off the truck.

“Richard…” I say my voice becoming hoarse.

“My boy’s gonna bring him to you. I need you to look at me.”

“It’s my fault.”

“No, it’s not sweetheart, it was an accident.”

“If he hadn’t met me he wouldn’t be hurt.” I say tears streaming down my face. “It’s all my fault.”

“I called an ambulance, but I don’t think they’ll get here in time to help the boy.” A woman’s voice says making more tears fall.

“Stay here with her Ange, I’ll help Roy with the boy.” The old man says and I instantly feel a soft hand take mine.

“I want Richard.” I say as I reach out with a blood-stained hand toward the wrecked truck.

“Calm down sweetie. Roy and his Pa will help your friend. Calm down and look at me. I need you to stay conscious.”

“It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.” Is the last thing I said before the world went dark.

The bright light hitting my face caused me to open my eyes. Everything was blurry so I blink a few more times as I try to focus on my surroundings. As they slowly come into focus the events from that night come back to me and my heart clenches. I reach up to my neck for Richards necklace but its not there. Throwing the blankets back I go to stand up only to be pulled backwards by the IV and heart monitor. I glance at them for a moment before I rip them out of my arm and start for the door ignoring the alarm that was now going off.

“Richard!” I yell out hoarsely as I try to find my friend. He wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be. “Richard!” I cry again this time a little louder notifying the nurses that I was up and wondering around. “Where is he?!” I cry out as a nurse runs up to me.

“Where is who sweetie?” She asks her deep southern accent filling her words.

“Richard, my friend. Where is he?” I ask looking around only to freeze hen a familiar pair of icy blue eyes stare daggers into mine. “Bucky, where is Richard?” I ask ignoring his disgusted gaze.

“My brother,” He says his voice cracking momentarily causing him to roll his lips before he clears his throat and adds, “You killed my brother.”

“What?!” I ask not comprehending his words at first.

“He’s dead because of you. If he hadn’t been with you, he’d still be alive. It’s your fault he’s dead.”

“Mr. Barnes, don’t you think that’s a little uncalled for?” the nurse chastises but I ignore her words.

“It is my fault,” I say making them both stare at me. “I killed him.”

“Yes, you did.” Bucky replies staring into your eyes. “It should have been you instead of him.”

“Mr. Barnes that is quite enough!” A male doctor yells out making the nurse holding me jump. “Miss Lopez, please escort our patient back to her room.”

“Yes, Doctor Banner.” Miss Lopez replies as she half drags me back to my room. On the way back, I remember the necklace and asks, “My necklace, where is it?”

“It’s in your room with your effects.” She says and I no longer fight against her. I let her lead me back to my bed and after she replaced the IV and hooked me back up to the monitor she reaches over to a small envelope and gingerly lifts the silver chain and key out of it and hands it to me. As I take it from her I grip it tightly and hold it to my chest. None of this seemed real. Richard, my loving and caring Richard was gone, and it was all my fault. I had killed him. He was dead because he was with me. Turning over on my side I start to cry. I cry so hard and so much that I pass out from exhaustion.

“Doctor, I can’t get her to eat anything.” I overhear the nurse saying to Dr. Banner just outside my room after I return the latest tray of food they had gotten me.

“There’s no helping it, I’ll talk to her.” He replies before opening the door and walking inside. “How are we doing today (Name)?” He asks and I ignore him my eyes focused on the window. “Come on, let’s get some fresh air.” He says and without so much as another word throws my blanket back off my legs. I turn toward him anger in my eyes but he ignores me as he lifts me up into his arms and carries me out of my room and down the hall until he can find a wheelchair. He sets me down into the chair and then straightening his coat grabs the handles of the wheelchair and starts to push me toward the courtyard.

“What are you doing?!” I ask anger filling my voice.

“Getting you some fresh air.” He says wheeling me to a bench.

“I don’t want any.” I reply as I try to stand up only to have him grab my shoulders and push me back down into the chair.

“Be a good girl, and listen to your doctor.”

“No,”

“Don’t make me angry, you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”

“I don’t like you right now.”

“Then we have something in common. You’re being a stubborn child,”

“And you’re overstepping your doctor boundaries.”

“Let’s agree to disagree.”

“No. I want to go back inside.”

“Why? So, you can shrivel up and die from malnutrition?” He asks kneeling down in front of me.

“Maybe,” I answer honestly.

“Why do you want to die?” He asks noticing my intent.

“Because it’s what I deserve.”

“Why do you think that? Because of what Mr. Barnes said?” He asks and my face pales. “He’s just upset that he lost his brother. He doesn’t mean the words he said.

“Yes, he does.” I reply my eyes focused on Dr. Banners. “He would never say something he doesn’t mean. Especially when it’s the truth.”

“It’s not the truth. What happened to Richard was not your fault. You two were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“And we were there because he came to save me.”

“Save you? What do you mean?” he asks and I shake my head.

“Doesn’t matter now. When can I go home?” I ask knowing that if I went home Earl would most likely kill me. That’s what I deserved and wanted anyway. Every one that loved and cared for me was gone anyway.

“About that,” He pauses to sit on the bench beside my wheelchair. “Since there was no one alive in your records we were forced to call your biological father.”

“No one alive?” I ask confusion filling my voice.

“Your stepfather, the police found lying dead from alcohol poisoning on your kitchen floor. I’m sorry for your loss.” He says and I stare out across the courtyard completely devoid of emotion.

“And what did my birth father say?”

“He’s coming to get you. He’s going to take responsibility for you.”

“Tell him not to worry about me.” I say reaching up to run my finger therapeutically across the smooth metal. “No one else needs to get hurt because of me.”

“You’re not blaming yourself for your stepfather’s death too, are you?” Banner asks and I shake my head.

“No, he did that to himself. He knew he drank too much.”

“Then why are you worried about your father?”

“Cause the people who care about me tend to die around me.” I answer honestly making him look away from me out to into the courtyard.

“I could tell you it’s not true and that you just have bad luck but knowing you like I do now, it won’t mean anything. You’ll believe what you want to believe. No matter how wrong it is.”

“Can you at least tell me what my real fathers name is?” I ask suddenly curious.

“Stark, Howard Stark.” He replies and my eyes widen.

“What?! The billionaire? How is he my father?” I ask suddenly filled with denial.

“He was the father written on your birth certificate. He sounded surprised when I called him about you. I don’t think your mother ever told him about you.” He says looking from the courtyard to me. “And from your reaction, I take it you didn’t know either.”

“She would never tell me. I just took it as he was some lowlife that she regretted meeting. I left it at that.” I say as the breeze gently moves my hair out of my face. “How wrong was I?”

“Since you are still a minor, if he doesn’t take you in, you’ll go into the system.”

“And that would look bad on him if any reporters caught wind of it.”

“Don’t take it that way,” Banner says taking my hand in his. “He may not be as bad as they say.”

“Well it wouldn’t be the first abusive parent I’ve had.” I say as I reach up to rub the key.

“What do you mean?” Banner asks his eyes falling from mine to the key I was clutching to for dear life.

“Nothing,” I say clearing my throat. “So, when is he supposed to show up?”

“He’ll be here by tonight.” Banner says, “But if you’d like, I can continue to be your doctor. That way you won’t be completely alone in your new home. Plus, you’ll need some physical therapy for your arm and legs since you refuse to exercise.”

“I don’t want to cause any more trouble than I already have.” I say looking down at my lap.

“No trouble at all. I’ll be with your every step of the way.”

“Thank you, Doctor Banner.”

“Please call me Bruce.” He says gently patting my shoulder. I glance from him across the courtyard and a familiar face causes me to fill with fear.

“I’d like to go inside now Bruce,” I say as I reach down to move my wheels myself. Bruce grabs the handles of my chair and starts to push me inside when a pair of black high heels step into our path. I keep my eyes focused on the ground as she says, “(Name) can we talk?” I ignore her my hand unconsciously moving back to the key.

“Hello, I’m Bruce Banner, (Name)’s doctor.” Bruce says holding his hand out for her to take.

“Oh, hello doctor, I’m Rebecca Barnes.” She replies taking his hand.

“Barnes? Oh, right, I’m sorry about your loss.” He says putting two and two together.

“Thank you, doctor, but I came here to talk to (Name).” Rebecca says worry in her voice.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I say not looking at her.

“(Name), come on.” She starts her voice cracking, “I want to apologize for Bucky.”

“Don’t,” I say finally looking up into her blue eyes. The sight of them instantly reminded me of Bucky’s and I could feel the pain and accusation in them. “I know what I did. Believe me if I could change places with Rich I would.”

“No, (Name), that’s not what I want. Do I miss my brother, yes; but I wouldn’t wish you to take his place. You’re my friend too. I’m worried about you.”

“Well don’t be.” I snap and she stares at me tears in her eyes. “You don’t have to worry about me anymore. I’ll be gone soon enough.”

“What are you talking about?” Rebecca asks surprise in her voice.

“I’d like to go in now Doctor Banner.” I say ignoring her question.

“Wait (Name), please, you’re all I have left of Richard. Mom locked his room up, no one is allowed to go in there. All his pictures have been taken down. Please, I can’t lose you too.”

“REBECCA!” A familiar angry voice yells out causing my body to fill with fear as I grip tightly to the arm rests. I look anywhere but at him.

“Bucky, what are you doing here?” Rebecca asks moving to stand in front of me blocking his view.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He asks nearing us. My body starts to shake from fear.

“I came to check on (Name).” she answers honestly.

“Why? It’s her fault she’s here.” He says and I feel my heart clench.

“No, it’s not Bucky, what happened was an accident.” Rebecca retorts angrily.

“Keep telling yourself that.” He goes to walk past Rebecca only to stop as he realizes I am behind her. I feel something wet drip down my cheek and I realize I was crying. He stares at me for a moment before I say, “Please take me inside.”

“I think it’s time the two of you left.” Doctor Banner says to them as he quickly pushes me inside. “Ignore him (Name). You have a second chance at life. Take it.”

Will Continue-

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New Post has been published on https://techcrunchapp.com/president-trump-executive-branch-update-august-22-thenational-law-review/

President Trump Executive Branch Update August 22 - The National Law Review

Saturday, August 22, 2020

This report provides a snapshot of the US Executive Branch priorities via daily schedules and the prior day’s press releases

POTUS’ Schedule*

*The US President (POTUS) and Vice President’s (VPOTUS) daily schedules are subject to change.

Saturday, August 22, 2020

7:00 p.m. EDT – THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY participate in a reception celebrating the White House Rose Garden | Rose Garden

Sunday, August 23, 2020

THE PRESIDENT has no public events scheduled.

VPOTUS’ Schedule*

Saturday, August 22, 2020

7:00 p.m. EDT – THE VICE PRESIDENT and THE SECOND LADY join THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY for a reception celebrating the White House Rose Garden | Rose Garden

Sunday, August 23, 2020

THE VICE PRESIDENT has no public events scheduled.

Recap of Friday, August 21, 2020

Note: All bold hyperlinks spotlight COVID-19 and reopening developments.

The White House

Remarks by President Trump at the 2020 Council for National Policy Meeting | August 21, 2020

Readout: Second Lady Karen Pence Highlights Suicide Prevention and Youth Programs in Omaha, Nebraska | August 20, 2020

Department of Defense (DOD)

Transcript: Media Background Briefing on the Air Force Inspector General’s Investigation of RC-26B Operations, 1-4 June 2020

Publication: Report of Investigation Concerning RC-26B Operations 1-4 June 2020

Publication: Commander in Chief’s Annual Award for Installation Excellence Narratives

Publication: Commander in Chief’s Annual Award for Installation Excellence Fact Sheet

Press Release: DOD Announces Winners of the 2020 Commander in Chief’s Annual Award for Installation Excellence

Press Release: DOD Announces $17.4 Million in Defense Production Act Title III COVID-19 Actions

Publication: Guidance for Implementing Section 343 of the FY2020 NDAA Regarding Water Uncontaminated With PFAS for Agricultural Purposes

Article: Space Command Leadership Changes Hands

Article: Acquisition Enterprise Capabilities to Continue Post Pandemic

Article: Space Challenges Prompt DOD Response, Space Superiority

Advisory: Guantanamo Periodic Review Board Media Invitation Announced CANCELLED for Abd Al-Salam Al-Hilah

Contracts for August 21, 2020

Department of State

August 21: Readout | Secretary Pompeo’s Meeting with Israeli Permanent Representative to the United Nations Gilad Erdan

August 21: Interview | Secretary Michael R. Pompeo With Joe Kernen and Wilfred Frost of CNBC’s Squawk Box

August 21: Interview | Secretary Michael R. Pompeo With Sandra Smith of America’s Newsroom, FOX News

August 21: Sanctions | Designations for Iranian Human Rights Offenders

August 21: Fact Sheet | UPDATE: The United States Continues to Lead the Global Response to COVID-19

August 21: Advisory | Special Representative Ambassador Jeffrey Travels to Switzerland and Turkey (22-28 August)

August 21: Statement | Anniversary of Assad’s Brutal Chemical Weapons Attack on Ghouta

August 21: Statement | International Day of Remembrance and Tribute to the Victims of Terrorism

US Agency for International Development (USAID)

Press Release: USAID and the Iraq Ministry of Finance Sign Memorandum of Understanding

Office of the Director of National Intelligence (DNI)

Press Release: Full Throttle | How the IC Accelerated R&D at the Indianapolis 500

Department of the Treasury

Press Release: Treasury Releases United States Postal Service Fact Sheet

Securities & Exchange Commission (SEC)

Press Release: SEC Proposes Data Security Enhancements to the CAT NMS Plan

Department of Justice

Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) | Daily Press Releases

Press Release: Assistant Attorney General Beth A. Williams Commends the Administrative Office of the U.S. Courts for New Website Enhancing Access to Justice

Press Release: Former Army Special Forces Officer Charged in Russian Espionage Conspiracy

Press Release: Minnesota Man Charged with COVID-Relief Fraud and Money Laundering

Press Release: North Carolina Risk Consultant Pleads Guilty to Tax Fraud and Illegally Possessing a Firearm

Department of Homeland Security (DHS)/Customs and Border Protection (CBP)

Press Release: Border Patrol Rescues Man Abandoned by Smuggler in Mountains (California)

Press Release: Narcotics Seizure Reveals an Assortment of Dangerous Weapons and Ammunition at Border Patrol Checkpoint (California)

Press Release: Air and Marine Operations and Partners Intercept Smuggling Boat off Coast of Carlsbad (California)

Press Release: Cold-Hearted Smugglers Undeterred by Extreme Heat or Social Distancing Practices (Arizona)

Press Release: Convicted Sex Offender Arrested by Border Patrol Agents (Texas)

Press Release: Border Patrol Agents Rescue Lost Subjects (Texas)

Press Release: Brownsville Port of Entry CBP Agriculture Specialist Intercepts First in Port Pest at the Brownsville Seaport (Texas)

Press Release: Border Patrol Intercepts More Than $700K Worth of Drugs (Texas)

Press Release: Multi-Agency Cooperation Foils Several Human Smuggling Attempts (Texas)

Press Release: RGV Checkpoint Agents Stop Big Rig Smuggling Attempt (Texas)

Press Release: New Station Leadership in Grand Forks Sector (North Dakota)

Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA)

Office of the US Trade Representative (USTR)

Joint Statement of the United States and the European Union on a Tariff Agreement

US International Trade Commission (USITC)

Press Release: USITC to Investigate Industry and Supply Chain Conditions Affecting COVID-19 Industry Sectors and Products

Press Release: USITC Votes to Continue Investigations on Metal Lockers from China

Press Release: USITC Votes To Continue Investigations on Seamless Standard, Line, and Pressure Pipe from Czechia, Korea, Russia, and Ukraine

US Export-Import Bank (EXIM)

Press Release: ICYMI | EXIM Engages Over 1,100 Stakeholders in “Strengthening American Competitiveness” Initiative

Department of Energy

Press Release: Secretary Brouillette Offers Tribute to Barry Worthington, Executive Director of the U.S. Energy Association

Department of Transportation

Press Release: CARES Act Air Service Exemptions for Spirit Airlines and United Airlines

Press Release: Air Travel Consumer Report | May 2020 Numbers

Department of Labor

Press Release: U.S. Department of Labor Issues ‘Promoting Regulatory Openness Through Good Guidance’ Rule

Department of Education

Press Release: Secretary DeVos Fully Implements President Trump’s Presidential Memorandum Extending Student Loan Relief to Borrowers Through End of Year

Food & Drug Administration (FDA)

Press Release: Coronavirus (COVID-19) Update | Daily Roundup August 21, 2020

US Government (USG) COVID-19 Webpages

Non-USG COVID Webpages

Johns Hopkins University & Medicine

Synopsis of President Trump’s Tweets

August 22: “In New Jersey they want you to certify that you asked for the Universal Mail-In Ballot that they sent you. But you never asked for it. Disaster in the wings!”

August 22: “Many doctors and studies disagree with this!” Retweet: Twitter Moments @TwitterMoments · Jun 15 · The FDA is revoking its emergency use authorization of hydroxychloroquine and chloroquine for treating COVID-19 amid growing evidence that the drugs are “unlikely to be effective” in treating the coronavirus. https://twitter.com/i/events/1272570857022320645

August 22: “The deep state, or whoever, over at the FDA is making it very difficult for drug companies to get people in order to test the vaccines and therapeutics. Obviously, they are hoping to delay the answer until after November 3rd. Must focus on speed, and saving lives!

August 22: “@SteveFDAThe deep state, or whoever, over at the FDA is making it very difficult for drug companies to get people in order to test the vaccines and therapeutics. Obviously, they are hoping to delay the answer until after November 3rd. Must focus on speed, and saving lives! @SteveFDA”

August 22: “Why would Suburban Women vote for Biden and the Democrats when Democrat run cities are now rampant with crime (and they aren’t asking the Federal Government for help) which could easily spread to the suburbs, and they will reconstitute, on steroids, their low income suburbs plan!”

August 22: “Biden and the Democrats have greatly disrespected the Great State of Wisconsin by not even paying a small visit to Milwaukee, the designated site of the DNC. The State & City worked very hard to make sure things would be good. Not nice. Vote Trump Wisconsin!”

August 22: “The Democrats took the word GOD out of the Pledge of Allegiance at the Democrat National Convention. At first I thought they made a mistake, but it wasn’t. It was done on purpose. Remember Evangelical Christians, and ALL, this is where they are coming from-it’s done. Vote Nov 3!”

August 22: “Another bad night of Rioting in Portland, Oregon. A small number of Federal troops there to protect courthouse and other Federal property only (great job!). Wanting to be asked by City & State to STOP THE RIOTS. Would bring in National Guard, end problem immediately. ASK!”

August 21: “Robert, I Love You. Rest In Peace!”

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