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intoxicating p.2 | s.r

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warnings: smut, cussing, jealousy?, nothing too crazy guys. but i can definitely make some kinkier stuff if you’d like *muah*

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part 1 here / aaron version here

A small part of you couldn't believe it had worked. Chewing on the bottom of your lip, your body not halting its movements as the song continued on playing. You swore on everything that you could hear your heartbeat pounding, as you made eye contact with the guy who had clouded a good chunk of your mind all night.

The smallest chuckle left Derek's lips, as he pressed a longer than necessary kiss on your cheek. Detangling from your body, clapping the brunette's shoulder as he took his current spot. The nervous man wrapped his arms around you like he was scared you would regret it as soon as it came, your hands running up his chest and to the back of his neck a small smile on your lips.

"I didn't expect you to come over. I thought you didn't like dancing," You whispered against the cusp of his ear, his grip on you tightening his mind getting lost in the sensation of your sweaty body against his. He seemed at a loss for words her giggling against his neck driving him insane. Before he could utter any words the girl pressed a soft kiss against his neck instant goosebumps appearing on the visible skin she could see. "Morgan and I had just barely started-"

"I couldn't watch the either of you anymore," Spencer mumbled against you, your small kiss still sending waves of shock throughout his overwhelmed body. "I-I couldn't bear the thought of another man being as close to you as he was... my mind just kept telling me that it should have been me."

Your heart fluttered at his words, tightening your hold around his neck pulling him closer. "You could have just asked,"

Fuck. Every ounce of your body was trying to stop itself from pouncing on the glossy eyed agent.

His eyes were blown wide open, his hands trying to memorize every inch of your body. His touch leaving a trail of chills, your lips parted open. The strobes of light flickering across your face lighting your face up in a delicious manner, not wanting to blink and break eye contact.

The alcohol was doing all of the work now, leaning to press an open mouthed kiss on his neck. Spencer hissed at the sensation, his head thrown back as he allowed your mouth to decorate his neck in your sparkly gloss. Your sober self was screaming at you to get it together, your fellow co-workers most definitely watching as you made a mess out of the younger boy.

"Please. I need to kiss you."

Before you could react, Spencer had cupped your face in his much larger hands and crashed his lips into yours.

For a split second, you had thought the music had been turned off.The ringing in your ears should have concerned you but you paid no mind.

The sensation of Spencer's lips on yours all your mind could focus on.

Your hands quickly found his hair, entwining your fingers into his chestnut locks. Spencer's hips instinctively found yours, grinding against you out of force of habit. A groan leaving both of your lips. A small part of you hadn't known Spencer would be this intense of a kisser but he poured every ounce of his being into this kiss. Like he was speaking with his actions. His mouth moved against yours like he was being starved from your touch, allowing your tongue to part his mouth as he moaned against your lips. His chest was growing heavy from the lack of air, but he didn't care.

His body just wanted more. More of you. And damn, he couldn't get enough.

"Spence," mumbling against his now swollen lips, trying to pull away so you could breath. But the brunette had already moved his kisses down to your neck, soft moans leaving your lips. The sensation of someone burning a whole onto your head made your eyes flicker up to where you knew you would find the harsh gaze of Aaron Hotchner.

What a sinful sight.

Your glazed eyes making eye contact with him as the brunette coated every inch of your body he could see with his lips.

Straight out of a nightmare.

Knowing the girl he was pinning after was being pinned against a wall by his friend.

Hotch felt like every inch of his body was on fire. And not in the way you had made him feel only moments prior. He needed to leave and take the coldest shower of his life, hoping it would erase the memory of your lips interlocked with the spewing fun fact machine.

The same lips that he was close to kissing.

The same lips that were flirting with him only moments before.

And now-

Spencer had your body in a way only Hotch could imagine of having you. Every part of your body was so responsive, leaning into his touch to show him he was doing everything right. A small part of him wanted to walk over there and yank you away from his touch. He wanted to crash his lips into yours, and show the younger man exactly how to touch you. He wanted to slam you against a nearby table, and mark your body to let everyone else know that you were his.

Only his.

Not Spencers.

Not Morgans.

His.

Almost as if someone else had a hold of his body, heavy thuds ringing in his ears as he found himself making his way over to her. Your frantic hands tapped on Spencer's shoulders, his actions not faltering. His brain having turned off relying on his instincts.

"Spence- Hotch is- fuck- he's coming over."

The mention of Hotchs name made something click in his brain. Popping his lips off of your neck, proceeding to move to your abused lips. His mouth slamming against yours a small gasp leaving your mouth, using this chance to allow his tongue to enter your sweet mouth.

Jesus christ. Who the hell was this guy?

His tongue left not a single inch of your mouth untouched. His moans sounding like heaven in your mouth, not wanting to stop the boy in your hazy state. Your panties stood no chance against him. Knowing they were behind soaked at this point, clenching your legs together to create some type of friction.

"Mn- spence- stop. Please,"

"Please what sweet girl..." A moan left your moan at the sinful way he moaned your nickname, trying to push the brunette off your limbs not cooperating with what you were trying to convey.

"I think she said stop, Reid." A small shudder ran down your spine at the cold tone of the taller man. Spencer just about snapped back into reality, realizing he was doing all of these activities in front of his boss. The bespectacled boy turned around less confident than he was when he was destroying your neck, his hold on you faltering.

"Hotch, it's okay. I just needed a breath-"

"You should know when to stop, Spencer. No matter what. You of all people should know this." His curt words were slicing through the sexual tension, leaving you standing there like two kids being scolded by their parents.

Spencer ran his hand through his tousled curls, chest rising up and down as he tried to catch his breath. Your now empty hands fiddled with the metal hanging around your neck nervously, clearing your throat awkwardly.

"I think this is a good time to call it a night," Your words landed on deaf ears, seeming that was the plan before Hotch had made his way over to you. "I'll go find Pen and Morgan."

Leaving Hotch and Spencer didn't seem like a smart idea at the time, but you just wanted to get out from in between them. Shaking your head at your antics, finding Penelope pretty quickly her giggly form told you she was pretty gone.

"Morgan, I think Hotch and I are ready to go. Are you guys ready?"

"Yeah, let me go get pretty boy. He asked if we could take him home as well." Your heart dropped even further into your stomach, hands fiddling with one another at the thought of being stuck with them again.

You brought this on yourself.

You did this to yourself.

Fuck me and these stupid ass men.

Your drunken state made the trip between the bar and into the car a haze, the only thing you knew was that you were sandwiched in between the hottest people you have ever seen in your life. Holding your hands around your body, in fear of them going and doing something stupid again.

Hotch's intense stare was focused on the road ahead, his knuckles a stark white. He was clutching his jeans in a tight grip, trying to hide his frustration from the soft girl beside him.

What did Spencer have that he didn't?

Was is that he was young and cute?

Was it all of his fun facts that kept her wrapped around his finger?

Maybe she thinks I'm too old for her.

His subconscious was feeding him every possible scenario, believing them over and over. Before he could dig a deeper hole for himself, the sound of car doors opening snapped him out of his trance. His eyes fixating on your house, not having realized they had already arrived.

Spencer held the door open for you, his hand extended to you as you thanked him softly.

"Want me to walk you to your door?"

Yes please.

Before you could argue back, your body had already accepted his offer slipping your arm through his. Turning around to face the car, biding everyone a farewell your eyes hesitating over Hotch's. Not being able to ignore the unrecognizable emotion written all over his face.

"Morgan, you can go ahead without me. He can just spend the night here. What's the worst that could happen?"

The sound of Morgan laughing at his choice of words made the vein on the side of Hotch's forehead throb, trying to ignore the suggestive tone in Morgan's response.

"Don't have too much fun with him, sweet girl. I want him at work on time and in one piece."

A small giggle left your lips, saluting the chauffeur as Spencer led you away. The soft chirps from the crickets were all that you could hear, the cold air feeling nice on your sweaty frame.

"I hope you're okay with me spending the night- I know we've slept in the same room together before, but if it's too much I'll just sober up for a bit and head on home. Should take me about an hour and 37 minutes to be fully sober-" Spencer rambled grabbing a hold of your keys, expertly opening your front door as he held it open for you. Your scent slapped him right in his face as he made his way inside, locking the door behind him flicking the lights on.

Your house screamed you.

All of your little knick knacks around the house, the way you decorated your house just made sense.

It was like he could see your exact thought process on where you had placed your furniture, the decorations.

The colors you picked all worked well with each other.

Whoever walked in and saw your place would be able to know what kind of person you were.

Spencer had only seen your house from the entrance of your front door, but seeing it in all of its intimate details made him feel a little warm.

A smile making its way onto his lips as he locked eyes on a picture of you and the BAU team. Everyone in the picture was smiling straight at the camera; except for you. Your head was thrown back a laugh frozen in your expression, your fingers on Spencer's bicep whose arm was resting happily beside you. He could see the fondness in his eyes, noting the way everyone just moved into you. Spencer remembers this day in a fonder memory than he does every other day- he was able to have a special part of you that no one else could touch.

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"Did you know that Texas' state flower is the bluebonnet?"

"I always thought they were more of a weed." Morgan questioned, tucking his sunglasses into the neck of his shirt. You smacked his arm at his comment.

The team was currently on a case in Texas. More specifically, on the side of a highway in Texas. The sound of people speeding by made you a little nervous, but you felt safe surrounded by all of your fellow co-workers. That and the fact that the sun was your biggest enemy at the moment. You had lived in Texas for the longest before pursuing the F.B.I., the agonizing sun reminding you of one of the worst and best things about Texas.

Currently sporting your not work appropriate tank top and some bootcut jeans to match your matching cowboy boots. It was hotter than a mother, no one would say anything about the dress code as long as you were still able to move.

You figured what better time to bring out your pride and joy than now.

Elle hadn't stopped growling at you the second she had seen your outfit, whispering sweet nothings to you in spanish. 

Making you wonder why you hadn't pursued Elle any sooner.

"That's rude." Crouching down by the blooming field of blue, touching the petals lightly. "They're a gorgeous flower. Their color is so vibrant! The petals look like the bonnets women used to wear on their heads- look!"

"I think you've been hanging around pretty boy too much, sweet girl."

"If I was, I would have been able to tell you that bluebonnets are a part of the pea family and of the-"

"- North American lupinus genus." Spencer finished for you, a wide smile coating his features dimples poking out. His cheeks a bright red, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

The brunette was dressed in semi different attire, a pair of black sunglasses hanging off the tip of his nose. He rid of his usual cardigan leaving him in just his baby blue button up, the top button undone leaving his glistening collarbone exposed. You had barely been able to concentrate when he looked that good. Licking your lips slyly as you eyed the taller man from your position on the grass.

Morgan rolled his eyes at the boys words. His hand reaching down to grab your hand lifting you from your dazed state, a giggle left your lips as he about hoisted you off the ground.

"Thank you, handsome." Teasing the dark haired man who just smirked at your flirting, wrapping an arm around your waist. Immediately regretting the decision as the heat between the two of you became unbearable pretty fast. Before you could split, you felt a someone jump on your back their arms wrapping around your neck . Turning to face JJ who was giggling at her current position atop your back.

"JJ, what in the-"

"Hey! No group hug without me!" Penelope shouted, running towards you a huge grin etched on her face. A bubble of laughter tumbled out of your lips, her shorter frame placing itself directly next to Morgan's who happily wrapped her up as well. Elle had somehow snuck in as well, her body lying horizontally on the plush grass. She fanned herself with a manila folder, her hair blowing in the small gusts of wind.

"Come here, pretty boy."

"Oh no, I'm perfectly okay not being surrounded by sweaty bodies-"

"Spence! Get your big ass over here," At the sound of your sweet voice hitting his eardrums he trekked over to you. Derek had moved over so he could be in the middle, alongside the girls giggling frame as she held onto JJ tightly. Spencer gently rested his arm against yours, not wanting to invade your personal space but you had other plans. Happily resting your unoccupied hand on his bicep, squeezing him happily a huge grin on your face.

"Everyone smile for the camera." The sound of Gideons voice made everyone get in position, their sweaty faces looking at the older man who bore amused expressions on his face. Your hand never once faltered on Spencer's arm.

He knew it was medically impossible; but his heart felt like it was going at light speed. Trying to regulate his breathing as he grinned at the camera.

"Sweets. What do you a call a small pepper in late autumn?"

The most genuine laugh that could ever come out of you bubbled out, throwing your head back at Gideons question. The rest of the group eyed you with a bewildered look on their faces, except for a pair of hazel eyes. Spencer bore the most awed and adoring gazes he could ever bare, as they saw her wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes. 

"A little chili!"

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Spencer chuckled at the memory, setting the picture frame back down.

"Of course not. I- I was kind of hoping you would want to anyway," The blood rushed to your face fiddling with the back of the couch behind you, facing the taller man with a smile on your lips. "I can't guarantee that I will be able to do a whole lot of talking tonight."

"Whys that, sweet girl?"

The name slid off of his tongue deliciously, clenching your thighs together as you fumbled to find the words. You felt the air shift almost instantly, eyeing his frame his hands tucked into the front of his slacks.

"I think- I um- my brain would be able to form coherent sentences when I'm not as intoxicated as I am right now. I'm not drunk- by any means. But I definitely wouldn't trust the words leaving my mouth. They would just be screaming at you to just shut up and kiss me-"

Spencer took your words literally his body moving before he could process it. Slamming his lips against yours. Your body instinctively followed him, fumbling your fingers into his feather soft hair. The brunette moaned into your mouth, pressing you against the back of the couch his grip on your hips tight.

A soft whine left his lips as you grinded against his half hard member, not wasting any time in sliding his slender fingers under the hem of your dress trailing it up your thighs ever so slowly. Your hands fumbled to his shirt, unbuttoning the buttons like second nature exposing more of his torso.

"I can't believe- mm- that you're kissing me right now- fuck me."

A deep chuckle rumbled his chest, his lips parting from your already marked neck. Spencer wouldn't bring himself to admit that he liked seeing you covered in hickeys. Hickeys that he made.

"Jump up for me sweets." Following his instructions without hesitation, your legs wrapping around his waist hands cupping your thighs tightly. The bespectacled boy made his way around the couch, gently sitting down with your legs on either side of him. "Fuck... you look gorgeous. I just want to eat you out so bad."

Moaning at his confession, instinctively grinding against his now too tight slacks. Spencer's mouth was parted as he eyed you in awe, his hands guiding your hips back and forth on his cock. Your clit was getting all the friction it could possibly get with only your panties to cover your soaked cunt. Feeling your arousal seep through the thin material, leaving a wet spot on his dark pants.

"Pretty girl... oh you're so pretty when you moan." Spencer's praise went straight to your head grinding on him at an embarrassing speed on his lap, his hands groping your exposed skin his finger trailing along the hem of your panties.

"Spence- please. I need your mouth. Your cock- fuck- just anything please."

Spencer could come right then and there if you had asked him to, shoving you off his hips laying you flat on the couch your legs spread wide open. He shrugged his shirt off exposing his slender body your shaking fingers trailing down his torso making their way to his waistband.Shaking his head at your needy whines, laying on his stomach to get closer to your soaked panties. A soft moan left your lips as he wrapped his arms around your thighs getting comfortable, his warm breath fanning over your leaking cunt.

"Please don't hold back on me, sweet girl."

Before you could utter any words of protest, Spencer had slid your panties to the side and licked a stripe up your slit. Hissing at the sensation of him on your swollen clit, bucking your hips up. He chuckled against you looking up at you through his lashes, enjoying the view of you gripping the couch cushions in a tight grip. Taking a deep breath as he delved in, his mouth leaving not a single inch of you untouched.

He moaned at the taste of you feeling himself getting addicted to your arousal his lips wrapping around your clit, feeling his cock harden at the sinful sounds leaving your lips. Your head was thrown back chest heaving up and down, your fingers trying to find something to grasp. 

"My hair."

"Mm?"

"Your hands- grab my hair." Without a second thought you trailed your hands to his head full of curls, allowing your fingers to tug on his feather soft hair. A guttural moan leaving his lips, sending waves of pleasure down your legs. "Just like that."

Spencer adjusted his hold on your thighs his free hand toying with your clit as he used his tongue to fuck your spongy walls.

"Jesus- fuck. God, Spencer. Please..."

"Mmm" He hummed against your puffy lips, not faltering his movements as he eased two of his slender fingers inside your warmth. Feeling as full as you did should be illegal, clenching your eyes shut as he fucked you gingerly not wanting to make you cum quite yet. "I want to see your eyes, sweet girl."

Fluttering your eyes open locking eyes with his dark eyes. The sight of your glossy eyes was enough to make him want your cum to coat his cock, speeding up his slick fingers carefully inserting a third feeling you clench around him. 

"Fuck! Yes… please don’t stop-"

A pair of sticky lips pressed against yours shoving his tongue in your mouth as he fumbled with his slacks, tossing them elsewhere. He couldn't be bothered to remove either of your garments, tugging his cock out of his briefs a soft hiss leaving his lips at the freeing sensation. Stroking his slick covered hand over his cock, coating it in your sweet juices. 

"I'm on the pill. Please. I just want your cock deep inside of me," You blabbered out too far in your haze to form coherent sentences. A soft chuckle left his lips, lining himself up with your cunt enjoying the way you shivered at the sensation of his leaking cock against your abused hole. "Spence.."

"I know pretty girl. I just want to soak up every bit of this,"

Soft gasps left your lips as he eased inside your walls, his scrunched up face let you know he was trying to hold back. Taking matters into your own hands wrapping your legs around his hips, using your entwined feet to push him deeper into you bottoming out.

"Fuck..."

"Fuck me like you mean it."

His eyes darkened even further, snapping his hips against yours a loud moan leaving your swollen lips. Pulling out all the way enjoying your whines of protests, his body seeming to move without him needing to think .

Fucking you like he had never dreamt of anyone before, soft pants leaving his body as he felt the coil tightening inside. 

He didn't want to stop.

Not when you looked so heavenly yet oh so sinful below him. 

Your hair was splayed on the couch, your doe eyes looking up at him as he destroyed your pretty little cunt. The sound of his cock squelching with every thrust would be engraved in his brain forever, quite literally. Already replaying every moment in his head, as he leaned down to press a feverish kiss to your lips wanting to inhale every bit of you.

You tasted so sweet. 

Oh so sweet. 

Your cunt tasted just as sweet as your lips did. He couldn't get enough. Your walls clenched around his cock, a groan leaving his lips giving you a harsh thrust enjoying the loud sounds he was able to pull from you.

Having been on the edge this entire time, his cock feeling like a heaven sent. You didn't want this to end, having stopped yourself from cumming like your life depended on it. Not being able to hold it back anymore your hands clawing at his back for something to hold.

Taking one look at his face, his glasses had been tossed somewhere on your rug. His eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the sounds leaving your body. A small whine left your mouth as you took every inch of him in.

"Jesus... Spence. I'm-"

"Cum for me sweet girl... I'm right behind you," He mumbled into your lips his tongue having found his way back into your mouth. Those words were all you needed to hear, arching your back off the couch a groan leaving your lips as you writhed under him.

Every last inch of your body felt numb. Everything had gone foggy. Feeling a new wave of content wash over you as you began to climb down from your orgasm. 

The feeling of Spencers thrusts speeding up made you tighten your hold on his back your nails digging into the soft flesh. Heavy grunts escaped his lips at every thrust, his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. The sight of your lips parted open, your breasts bouncing with the harshness of his thrusts sent him over the edge his hips sputtering with every snap of his hips.

Shooting ribbons of his cum deep inside your velvety walls, a soft moan leaving your body at the filling sensation. The brunette didn't dare move his body tingling as his chest heaved up and down.

A soft giggle broke him out of his trance, his eyes snapping up to your flushed face. Your hands were covering your face as you giggled into your hands, peeking an eye open at the confused boy.

"Wha-"

"Morgan is going to absolutely murder me. Look at the state of your neck," Your comment send the two of you into a fit of giggles, shaking his head at the girl who looked up at him with a wide smile. Your eyes blown wide open eyeing him with something he couldn't quite place.

Where had he seen that look before?

His mind immediately blanked, only being able to focus on one thing flashing in his mind. 

The picture.

The picture of him and the team. The only person looking down at you; was him. The same twinkle in your eye as you eyed him flushed face was one he had seen on his face countless of times. Feeling his heart rate pick up tucking a strand of your hair behind your eyes, enjoying the warming of your cheeks under his large hands. Spencer couldn't believe someone as sweet as you was his.

 Who could have ever know?

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hey you lovely’s! i’ve been watching criminal minds for like the first time ever!! and i’ve been obsessed with just about every character on that show. please, if you want to send me any requests feel free to do so <3 i think i’d be open to write just about anyone and everything so :p thank you guys!!!! lots of love and kisses

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a/n: GUYS WHAT PLEASE IM SCARED. FILTHY. let me know if yall enjoy <3. this is my first criminal minds fic. considering making an aaron option??????? lmk if i should pursue

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It was worth it

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Impatience is real. Stubbornness as well. Daryl just wished he took the damn thing from you before you decided to let your one brain cell act impulsively • SFW/NSFW - Implied smut / Nudity • TW: Minor Injury

Requested by: Anon

Daryl wanted to test his bike out before going on recruitment runs with Aaron. He trusted his build enough to have to girl test it out with him. Y/N always loved the motorcycle rides they went on back during their prison days so she wasn’t turning this down.

“Yea ready?” The archer watches his girl step out of the house they were given in one of the town house strip.

“Yup! I didn’t really bring much. Think we can find some things while we’re out?”

“If we run into a place, yeah. But thought we’d enjoy a quick ride”

“Oh well. We are in the wrong place…” Y/N smirks swaying in a playful manner making her partner’s face turn best red instantly.

“I hate you…”

“You love me” She smiles bringing herself close and kissing Daryl feeling his arm wrap around her with his hand trailing down. “Mmm…” she hums against his lips before parting. “Maybe I can go for a ride later”

“Mm. If the bike doesn’t take us out out there” Daryl chuckles lightly feeling her lips return to his for one more kiss before finally getting on his bike.

After Abraham let the two out of the community, the ride went smoothly. Daryl did a good job with building this bike and he was enjoying himself that he got to do something he enjoyed in the old world��and with his girl.

The two stopped at a small strip and rummaged through some of the stores as Y/N found herself in a small convenience store. Daryl stood outside lighting himself a cigarette and keeping an eye out for anything while she went through it. He dropped the cig when he heard her scream inside.

“JACKPOT!”

Daryl quickly ran over to Y/N seeing her hold up a jar of peanut butter which made his annoyance show instantly.

“Seriously?”

“Bitch. It’s the creamy kind too. Not the gross crunchy one you found last week”

“The things I do to satisfy my girl and she disses it” Daryl scoffs playfully, helping her stand from her crouching position. “Remind me not to bring yea back anythin’”

“What! Just because I wasn’t happy that one time?!”

“You can’t tell when I’m teasing huh?”

“Oh I can tell…just. In bed” Y/N smirks making her man blush to her words before she exits the building squealing happily.

The archer did one last sweep of the place for anything useful to the rest of their community, watching Y/N struggling to open the jar where she stood beside his bike.

“Wait til we get home, and I’ll open it there”

“I’ll open it. But yeah this deserves the comforts of our home. In bed”

“Not in bed. Why yea eating in the bed?”

“I can be lazy if I want. You ever heard of breakfast in bed?” Y/N questions him watching the confused look return. “Remind me to spoil you one morning. But fine I won’t eat this in bed”

“Come on crazy girl. Let’s go home” Daryl took the jar from her hands seeing that death glare of hers come out. “Turn around. I’ll put it in your bag”

“You better!” She playfully threats listening to him scoff once again, feeling her backpack shift which meant he actually put the jar in her pack. “Thank you”

“Mhm” Daryl zips up her pack before resting his hands on her hips a second as he leaned into her from behind kissing her cheek. “Now come on” he pats her butt in a playfully manner as she did the same to him when he approached his bike. “Seriously?”

“I’m not the only one with a fine butt”

“Stop” Daryl rolls his eyes getting on his bike and feeling the shift when Y/N got on and wrapped her arms around his middle.

Once they returned, the jar of peanut butter was forgotten about given the two returned late and Daryl had about enough of his girl’s flirting. The second he stepped off his bike after Y/N and kicking the kick stand up, Daryl took her face into his hands smashing his lips firmly against hers. She was taken back by the action before wrapping her arms around his neck continuing to kiss her man.

“Mmm—“ Y/N pushes him off gently. “I ain’t strippin’ in the streets, D”

“As much as that would be a show, only I get to see yea naked” Daryl quickly picks her practically running up the small stairs, and kicking the door open.

When he past the threshold, Y/N kicked the door closed before slipping out of his arms to rid herself of her clothing. She slowly backed away from him as every article of clothing of hers fell to the floor. Daryl didn’t know to take her right then and there or grabbing her and carrying her the rest of the way to their bed.

“Like what you see Dixon?”

“Always”

“Then come and get me, sunshine” Y/N smirks using the nickname for her on Daryl which somehow riled him up as he quickly closes the distance picking her up and taking her to bed.

A few hours pass and Y/N stretched some of the soreness of her body out as she got up in the middle of the night. Or morning rather. It was still dark out but her body was telling her to get some water. After a couple rounds with Daryl, she needed much more than just water to recuperate. Maybe a day of sleep. She quietly slipped out of the bed feeling the wobbling in her legs that made her stumble. He was not gentle.

Y/N decided that since he wasn’t shy about leaving his bruising mark on her that it’s only fair for her to wear his shirt and boxers while she went to get water.

“I feel like…I’m missing something” She whispers to herself and then remembered.

The peanut butter.

That’s when Daryl stirred when he heard commotion happening in the other room. He felt the empty space beside him and knew it was just Y/N. Probably getting water…maybe she’ll figure out how to get ice for the claw marks stinging on his back. He suddenly flinched when he heard Y/N curse loudly in the other room.

“The fuck she get into…” He groans getting up and out of the bed, grabbing his sweats from the other night that were still on the floor of the room slipping those on quickly.

The archer enters the room seeing the back of Y/N on the couch as he can hear the satisfied humming from her. She finally got to eat her peanut butter. Since he was up he decided to get himself water and as he reached for a glass he noticed blood on the counter.

Daryl stopped reaching for a glass and checked if it was fresh or dried and it was definitely fresh.

“Hey, did yea make yourself a peanut butter sandwich and nicked yourself or something?”

“No?”

“Then why is there blood…” Daryl turned to his girl seeing her in a huddled position on the couch with her arm holding the jar of peanut butter and not her hand. For obvious bloody reasons. “Oh my god. What the fuck?!”

“What!” Y/N yells back as she scoops another spoonful of peanut butter with her uninjured hand and immediately eating it.

“Why are you so fucking calm?! Your hand is a geyser!” Daryl snaps grabbing a towel off the kitchen counter and walking toward Y/N about to wrap her hand when her whole body retracted. “Hey now, you’re fucking bleeding”

“I am well aware” Y/N hissed when he tried reaching for her hand again. “It’s just a scratch”

“That’s a goddamn flesh wound!”

“And?” She scoffs clearly ignoring the fact that she was bleeding a lot, granted her mind was elsewhere. “Can you hand me those?” She pointed with her foot to the crackers on the coffee table, seeing Daryl’s extremely confused face. “Fine. I’ll grab it”

As Y/N grabbed the crackers from the table after setting the spoon down, she went back to her huddled position on the couch now eating the peanut butter with the unsalted crackers she took from the pantry the other day.

“You’re starting to piss me off”

“Why? I was hungry. Couldn’t open it. Found a way and now we are here” Y/N laughs slightly as she continues to eat like no issue was happening, even if her hand started to sting a bit.

“Y/N. You should go see the doctor”

“I’m sorry, last I checked this is my stab wound. Not OUR” She waved a cracker around before scooping up some peanut butter with it. “Now let me enjoy my peanut butter IN PEACE—-before I get blood on my crackers”

“You are getting blood on your crackers though”

“Huh” She looks at the situation in her lap. “Well at least it’s my blood” and went back to eating.

The next day crawls in and Aaron decided to visit their residence to ask about the ride they went on yesterday. He knocked happily and was met with Y/N in the same attire she was wearing last night. Daryl wears practically only black or dark clothing. Aaron couldn’t see the blood stains. But he did notice the heavy bandage on her hand.

“Oh no what happened?” His worry caught Daryl’s attention as he approached the door to see Y/N give it a good thought before smirking.

“Vigorous love making that involved a bit…” Y/N leaned in a bit. “of knife play” she whispers watching Aaron’s face flush which made her laugh as she made her exit back inside the house. Leaving the two to share a bit of awkward silence.

“Y/N went to stab the lid to her peanut butter jar last night and missed the first time”

“Oh…thank god it wasn’t the other thing”

“Mm. She was lying about the knife play. Not the other thing” Daryl smirks deciding that was the end of that conversation closing the door on Aaron.

Leaving the poor guy traumatized.

[harrisonarchive]

George Harrison and Sir Jackie Stewart at Donington, June 1979; photo 1 by Express/Archive Photos/Getty Images, photo 2 by Maurice Rowe.

First, the backstory to these photos:

"I’ve never raced seriously myself, but I had a go in a Formula One car, with quite an old 3-liter- engine car. I’d drive round Brand’s Hatch in one. And I drove in a charity for Gunnar Nilsson, a Swedish driver who died of cancer, because I gave the money from the ‘Faster’ single off George Harrison to Gunnar’s cancer fund. Anyhow, they had this day for the Gunnar Nilsson campaign at the track in England and they asked me to drive this 1960 Lotus, which had won a race in Monte Carlo when driven by the great English driver Sterling Moss. This car had no seatbelts, and because it had been in a museum for 20 years the tires were hard with no grip on them, yet the car was still pretty quick! But they assured me it was just a demonstration run, going round for five laps in formation and then five laps at your own pace. So I said I’d do it. I got there, and it’s Jackie Stewart in the Tyrrell he won his ‘73 championship in; James Hunt in the McLaren. Phil Hill in his famous Ferrari. I’m walking to my car while chatting with driver John Watson about the pleasure of the run we’re about to take, and he says, ‘You’re joking. There’s no racing driver that goes in formation! As soon as they drop that flag, they’ll all be gone like crazy!’ Sure enough, as soon as the checkered flag fell, the other cars went whoosh as mine puttered along in a haze of smoke! By the time I got to my first lap they were already coming behind me for their second lap, screaming away! Scared me stiff! [wild laugh] But at least I did better than James Hunt, who broke down on the first pass." - George Harrison, Goldmine, November 27, 1992

More on photo 2:

“I have never seen the photograph before as I can recall, so it is a really nice thing for me to have. Thank you so much. Ironically, last Tuesday evening, Livvy [Olivia] Harrison came up to have dinner with me and I would love to have shown her that and I am sure she would have been amused and would have also enjoyed it. Thank you so much for thinking of it.” - From Sir Jackie Stewart’s letter, 22 December 22, 2006, as sourced from an auction listing (x)

“George was an extraordinary musician and the sweetest of men, and, over the years, I grew to adore his gentle nature, his music, his deep spirituality and his friendship. [...] If we had been dropped from the same height, George would have been a feather, drifting this way and that on the breeze, and I would have been a lead weight plunging straight down: the point is we would have both there in the end. There were times when we could have been living on different planets, times when George was procrastinating over what to do and I would be decisive and all action, or waring amazingly casual and way-out clothes when I would be more traditionally dressed. Yet there were many other times when we seemed so similar, paying the same fanatical attention to detail. He could be amazingly fastidious, keeping his cars immaculately clean and taking such care and time over his gardens, both at his home near Henley, England and in his tropical paradise on Maui. This determination to get things exactly right extended to his music. George would work and work until a song was totally as he wanted it to be — not just right, but precisely right, so precisely right that it would almost sound as if it had evolved naturally, out of nothing, dreamily and effortlessly. [...] [Since 2001] we have stayed very close to Livy and Dhani, who has grown up to bear such a striking resemblance to his father, both in his appearance and his mannerisms. For me, George was a true friend who opened my eyes to so much that I would otherwise not have seen, and who in his calm, gentle way gave me a new perspective on living and dying.” - Jackie Stewart, Winning Is Not Enough (2007)

“The story really on that tune [‘Faster’] is since I was kid, like twelve years old, I got into motor racing and motor cycle races — not actually racing myself but as a spectator. And there was a track, racetrack in the place I was born, Liverpool, where they had grand prix races from time to time. So I started out when I was about twelve, just before I got into the guitar. It was always interesting to see in other areas of life who was wearing the long hair. And in motor racing, Jackie Stewart became the world champion in, I think, 1968, and he was the first guy with long hair and who had opinions, and he was a big Beatle fan. I had a book that Jackie Stewart had written which was called Faster. I thought, good, that’s the title. [chuckles] So I lifted the title, and once I got the title I was away… I wanted to write in a way that was like a story and would also relate to people who weren’t into motor racing. The only thing that limits it is the sound effects that I put on later." - George Harrison, KMET, 1979

“[George] was just a good man, a real gentle man. He was a fantastic thinker. He had one of the best minds of anybody I have ever met. He had his own beliefs, but as he got older he wasn’t someone who couldn’t get on with anyone who didn’t share that opinion. That was one of the nice things about George. Here was I living a whole different lifestyle from George, a different pace. As time passed we became close, which seemed to confirm the old saying that opposites attract. While I liked to organize my life with military precision, George took a more laid-back approach. The thing that most impressed me about him was he was very sincere. George told it like it was. He was very straight. He didn’t like people who were fakes. If he said he was going to do something, he would do it.” - Jackie Stewart, The Beatles In Scotland (2008)

“George had a great soul. His instinct was to forgive rather than to condemn and, when people behaved badly, he would make excuses for them. I learnt so much from him. In the late 1990s, when we started to spend more time in England, we saw more of George, his wife Livy and their son Dhani. We always enjoyed our visits to their home at Friar Park which George took great pride in restoring: reviving the underground canals and the 60-foot mountain modeled on the Matterhorn in Switzerland, complete with Alpine flowers and streams. He spent endless hours contentedly tending to the plants. ‘I'm a gardener,’ he would say.” - Jackie Stewart, Winning Is Not Enough (2007) (x)

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Hi, I'm not sure if you've talked about this before and it might be silly to ask this, but I'm curious about your opinion:

There was a scene that surprised me quite a bit in episode 6 when Vi escapes. Initially, Silco was sitting calmly, and then boom! Everything explodes. It's understandable, but it's strange because Silco has always reacted in a cautious and calm manner, except for one time in episode 3 when he was talking to Vander. After that, he has been someone who knows how to stay calm. I've seen people say that Silco's reaction is because he's a megalomaniac who doesn't like anything being out of his control, but I don't think that's the case. I think it's something more complex. I see Silco as someone who internalizes everything to maintain control or appears to have it, keeping his thoughts and emotions to himself. That's why you see Silco exhaling or releasing tension before and after meeting with his associates, but I might be wrong. Anyway, I'd like to know what you think is the reason for Silco's actions.

And I'm sorry if I made a mistake in my grammar, I don't speak English very well

Hello anon! Thank you for reaching out and asking me this question... It sends me back to my Arcane meta days with a big smile on my face.

But honestly, I don't know who looks at Silco in that episode, having finished the story, and thinks he screams because he's megalomaniac. Not only does this not go with the rest of his character, it just fails to comprehend his character arc.

Silco doesn't want power. He wants freedom, and he wants his mission to realise itself. Silco has more of a religious fervour to him. He's a zealot. He speaks of the 'Nation of Zaun' with an air of rapture. He believes it, lives only for it. Just because we may not like his ways doesn't change that. I mean look at this guy :

#fully lost in the sauce

A character who really wants power would be Finn. We see him fallen to the trappings of wealth, plotting to uproot Silco from his position. Finn never shows any care for the cause. He only cares about supplanting Silco.

If Silco truly cared about power, then why is he still leaving down deep, on top of a night club? If he's a megalomaniac, why are his list of conditions for Jayce not covering him, but demanding amnesty for his people and equal access to the Gate for commerce?

No. Silco isn't a megalomaniac. He definitely wants to be in control, but that's hardly surprising for a leader. We also only ever know Silco at crazy important moments of his life, where his plans are running wildly or exploding in his face. It's not exactly every day Silco.

Most of the people we see him interacting with also tell us things : of course he needs to be ruthless and in control while facing Marcus. That man would lash out at the slightest show of weakness. Same with the other chembarons, who actively turn on him after the factory attack (that makes him look weak).

Silco isn't a control freak to be a jackass. He's like that because he's a Zaunite, and a Zaunite in a dangerous position of power. He's shaped by his environment too.

Anyway, why does he lose his cool in episode 6?

It's actually a very short answer! It's because of Jinx.

Jinx is his everything. Across my many meta posts I covered how codependent they are. How she physically abuses him, yet he never reaches out with any force towards her. The most violent he is, is after she nearly ruined his life plans and won't listen, and all he does is snatch a pen from her hand to make her pay attention.

They exchange caresses, rest against each other. He keeps her gifts on his official desk and actively uses them. And in the end, he can't accept her mortality, and sacrifices everything he's suffered and fought for his entire sad, fucking miserable life, because he loves her more than his cause.

So why does Silco lose it? Because Vi is alive, Vi is looking for Jinx, and Vi is the only person who could actively take Jinx away from him.

I mean like a day or two prior Jinx lost her shit and nearly killed Sevika because she saw a pink haired girl. Silco takes her to the pilt to try and soothe her and put her demons behind her, the only way he knows how. And then she happily gets to work! She's doing well!

But Silco isn't dumb. He knows Jinx is unstable and unpredictable. And finding Sevika hung like a ham from the ceiling? With a broken arm? Yeah, he knows she knows, and she's pissed... And he KNOWS that he just told her that VI IS DEAD. Which he 100% believed! Since when Sevika tell him about Vi being back he's like "From the dead???" in total horror and disbelief.

Marcus completely blindsided him, and it's a race against time now.

A race in which if Vi lives and finds Jinx... His Jinx, the only person he thinks he has... The girl he loves more than his cause, even if he hasn't fully realised it yet... Might hate him. She might decide to leave him.

Then he'd be alone again. And uhm... IDK if you all noticed but like... Silco isn't exactly a picture of clean mental health either. He's trauma ridden, set in very harsh ways, and has a solid spark of paranoia (which has kept him alive, but also isolated).

So the Silco screaming and spitting and kicking is a Silco who thinks that potentially everything will be fucked up now. He's stressed about the developing situation (the one where he asked his unstable daughter to basically make a nuke with stolen uranium, while juggling an increasingly strained sheriff and actively traitorous colleagues), AND the potential idea of his ONE person, his one broken, fucked up, twisted emotional bond, potentially being ripped from him.

Last time that happened, Vander was trying to drown him.

So he's just in a Bad Place™️

Cut the poor man some slack ahaha. I think it's normal that the mask finally cracks and reveals his emotions.

Silco isn't a cold character! His speech to Vander shows his zealotry and his passion! He has a dark humour too, and is aggressive and bitter when cornered. Silco wears a mask of cool professionalism when it's convenient, which is very often, as a leader in the undercity. But he also shows lots of emotions whenever suits.

I don't think you can be a cold character and stay riveted on your insane freedom fight for like 20+ years. He's got a big fire burning in there, and the scene in episode 6 is the proof of how hot it gets when he thinks he's about to lose it all. All your examples of him 'reining it in' are great too! He clearly has strong emotions. He just manages them a lot.

I hope this answers your question! AAaaaahhhh look at me, I just went and gushed, didn't I?

Thanks a lot Anon. And your English is better than some native speakers I know, so don't worry! <3

[highfantasy-soul]

NATLA Episode 8 - Legends (3/4)

[Masterlist of my NATLA thoughts]

Of course, full spoilers ahead.

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Aang hearing all the past Avatar's advice to him before he makes his decision makes him merging with the ocean spirit make more sense and temporarily closes his character arc. Here's where I think people are riding on nostalgia and not seeing what this decision means to the live-action Aang. In the animated series, his decision to merge with the ocean spirit comes out of nowhere, he just somehow knows that he can merge and it'll unleash a 'super crazy powerful spirit attack' on the Fire Nation. There's not much more thought in it other than 'all hope is lost, we need a deus ex machina' and I just so happen to be able to do that. In the live action, Aang is following the advice of the past Avatars: Kuruk's indication that the elemental spirit's powers are greater than the Avatars, he's putting the needs of the world above his own, he's willing to give up his own future to secure one for everyone else, he's trying to do it alone (with the ocean spirit, but still), BUT he's still 'running away' - he's STILL having a power greater than himself do the heavy lifting.

Like we learn in the Guru episode in season 2, in order to take the Avatar state, you have to surrender everything, all your attachments, and become a conduit for pure energy - we see Aang do this as he takes a deep breath and his tattoos glow and his eyes light up, the echoing voices of all the past Avatars in his voice. He's surrendering, but as we'll (no doubt) see in future seasons, it wasn't a 'balanced' surrender. It was a surrender of despair and resignation of his fate. Through the next two seasons, I'm sure we'll see Aang working on how to take that state in a healthier manner.

I love Aang's speech here - about how he should have been lost 100 years ago, this isn't his time or his world - again calling back to how he couldn't save the air nomads, but he CAN save the people now, and he's willing to give up himself to do it. Because the power of the elemental spirits is far greater than even the power of the Avatar. So he gives himself to the ocean spirit to become wrath itself and save the world. I like that Aang's struggles revealed in The Storm episode of the animated series lingered until this episode - Aang struggling with not 'belonging' in this time is a huge aspect of who he is and I like that the live-action gave it room to breathe.

Iroh's relief at seeing Zuko alive is beautiful, meanwhile Zuko is staring slack-jawed at the giant fish screaming at the sky. It's pitch perfect that Zuko is ready to fight Koi-zilla for the Avatar - he's really that crazy and desperate to capture Aang! I think it was a great choice to merge parts of the first Agni Kai with Zhao in the animated series to this point in the live-action. Zhao and Zuko do face off during the siege, but Zhao in the live-action was always more of a cerebral antagonist to Zuko - they focused on that aspect of him rather than the physically imposing antagonist he was in the animated series.

This is Zuko taking out all his frustrations about his life out on a singular target - he's just 'lost' the Avatar for good, Zhao destroyed what little hope there was to reconnect with his father (as it looks like Zhao told Ozai Zuko is a traitor), and he tried to kill Zuko. Zuko thinks if he can just beat Zhao in a fight, maybe he'll get some manner of relief. Unfortunately, Zhao being the cerebral antagonist he is, physical defeat doesn't win the day - Zhao still beats Zuko by throwing the truth of his family dynamic in his face.

They moved the monologue Zuko gives to Aang about his relationship with Azula (while Aang is unconscious) to the fight with Zuko and Zhao. While I like both, I think having that convo as the 'send off' to Zuko in season 1 was a good choice. It makes Azula's presence felt in the narrative the entire time (because she was behind Zhao's successes) instead of her just being a random after thought that doesn't affect the story until season 2. Giving Zhao the speech to Zuko that destroys Zuko mentally was a great choice. Zuko has been running from the truth of his family for so long and Zhao knows it'll destabilize him. He lays it all out in the open - how Ozai wanted to get rid of Zuko and would never take him back, how he was just motivation for Azula, and how the favorite child had already been chosen: and it wasn't him. Everything Zuko had been working toward this season, burned to ash, revealed that it was never going to happen, all that hard work had been worthless.

In the animated series, Zuko just ends the season having lost the Avatar once again. In the live-action, he's destroyed not due to the Avatar, but because of his own family and their games. He's mentally broken far more than he was in the animated series and I think that will put him in a much more interesting position at the start of season 2. When he says 'I'm tired' at the end of the episode, it's not because it was just one more bid to capture the Avatar that failed, it's because his entire world has been shaken.

The Ocean spirit confronting the Fire Nation ships was haunting. No music, just the sound of panicked shouting, the low moaning of the spirit, and the horns of the ships. It's such an eerie scene and even though they're the enemies, you feel the terror now taking the Fire Nation as they face down the wrath of an elemental spirit. Yue explaining how the ocean spirit will wander the world forever looking for its partner but never find it gives me chills every time. It's such a tragic concept and the way they juxtapose that with Katara calling out for Aang, being there to pull him back, is really beautiful.

I love that they give Yue the agency in her choice to give her life back to the moon spirit. In the animated show, Iroh notices her eyes and suggests she can do something, in the live-action, Sokka is looking for ideas and she realizes it herself and chooses to give up her life for the spirit. It's such a great touch that she can still waterbend - because she has the moon in her. Her speech about how it's worth it to live, even for a night, is something that belies all the advice of the past Avatars - they argue to hold yourself apart, to sacrifice any wants of your own for the sake of the world. But Yue argues that it's worth the risk of losing things you love - getting the chance to feel that love is worth the pain of losing it.

Katara talking Aang down out of the Avatar state and control of the ocean spirit was so well placed here. Like I've said before, I think having Gyatzo's memory calm Aang in the first episode rather than Katara like happens in the animated series and moving Katara's speech to the end of the season was a fantastic choice. It bookends the lesson of the season for Aang - letting go of the past so he can start moving on into the future. Katara's pleas that 'we're a family now' to Aang in episode 3 of the animated series feels hollow - we accepted that line because it's a kid's show and they wanted to hammer home to us that these three kids are going to be your protagonists going forward and they'll be a family. But until that point, they'd known each other for a few days - they weren't ACTUALLY a family. Here, at the end of the season, that claim of family has been earned. They've built the foundation of a real connection that's been battle tested and tried many times. It's TRUE that they're a family now, that this IS his world and he's more than 'just the Avatar'.

The ocean spirit turning to look at the restored moon is such a beautiful shot - honestly this whole thing is shot just so beautifully.

"The world needs you. I need you." That statement is soo true and I love how it was shown through the season before being told to us.

Aang is exactly the person the world needs now - someone who knows the suffering and loss of this world, but also knew a better one where people were kind and helpful and there was no strict divide between the nations. His childlike belief in the goodness of humanity is what's needed in an Avatar for this time, not a hardened person who's never seen diplomacy work. If fate was at play when Aang got frozen in that ice, then it knew what it was doing: Aang is the only Avatar soul that would be able to save the world now.

[jazzythursday]

8, 19, 43, anddd 58 for the SOC asks ❤️

I don’t know how this got so long but be prepared for very waffle-y answers (hehe)

8. What crow do you think you are the most like?

Ahhh, I have never felt so decisive in my life as I do about this question. I think I took one look at Wylan Van Eck and immediately started projecting. (That usually happens with most awkward/anxious/nerdy/artist characters, but especially Wylan.

First things that come to mind: he’s both worryingly chill about some things and simultaneously an anxious mess, he can be sassy but also very reserved most of the time… Thinking about it now I really relate to how contradictory a lot of his traits/thoughts/actions can be.

Also low key the way he went his whole life with no name or explanations for his disabilities and grew up without anyone to tell him that it wasn’t because he wasn’t trying hard enough hits maybe a lil too close to home 😅😅😅

19. Who was the most compelling antagonistic character to you?

Hmm 🤔… this is hard because Leigh’s antagonists are all really interesting!

That being said, there’s SOOOO much about Dunyasha that gets me! Especially about her being Inej’s “shadow”. Since Inej is the Wraith and a lot of her skills already lie in being unseen/quiet/blending into the shadows…then what does her shadow look like? Like if the the question is what is the shadow of a shadow, then the answer we get is apparently this crazy, blond, self-righteous mercenary dressed in all shining white clothing calling herself the white blade and talking about being on a mission from god basically. All the ways she’s written to be Inej’s opposite are just… *screams incoherently*

Just… ahhh. It’s the symmetry, ya know?

(I’m forgetting details but I think also her background is super interesting. Very cult-y and ominous. 100/10. I don’t know if they ever get brought up again but I’d love for whatever group she came from to get used in a later plot as a Big Bad)

43. Do you have a favorite minor/background character?

I haven’t read the books where David and Genya feature as more prominent characters, but I love them. They’re…so in love? In the sweetest and most heartbreaking way?

Outside of the Crows they’re definitely my favourite ship and I’m still so sad we’ll never get to see David meet Wylan and Jesper because they would have SO much to talk about! I need Wylan and David nerding out about chemistry and blueprints and talking to Jesper about Durast stuff.

Side note: I love the way Luke plays David and all the mannerisms and quirks he used (him waving at Alina while handcuffed in a plank of wood makes me giggle every time) and I don’t know what it is but “Keiragan cut off Baghra’s finger!!!” — “We need to leave!!!” Makes me laugh so hard. Maybe because their freak out is the most realistic reaction to the Darkling lmao. No messing around just “this guy is crazy! I think we should run away! Yes?!”

58. Share your thoughts on (insert character/ship/plot point/etc)

Oh do I pick? Oh god, my ultimate nemesis: making decisions…

So, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how I’ll probably always gravitate more towards the show characters, but that the books do a great job of showing us the different cultures and nuances of the Barrel and (while I hope they’d get more into that in the crows spinoff 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻) I think it’s one of the things that I miss the most watching the show vs reading. The Komedie Brute, the crow and cup tattoo, the Barrel flash vs Mercher clothing, the Dregs, Ghezen and trade being sacred in Kerch… there’s just a lot of symbolism there that I wish we could have seen. The canals also aren’t mentioned at all? And maybe that’s me being nit-picky but they seem like a really big part of Ketterdam in the books and I think it would have been cool to see how it impacts traveling in the city and how they plan around it.

Thanks for the questions! 💖

[innerpalaces]

The Life of a Cannon Fodder Mother-in-Law - 30

Chapter 30: The Deceived Mother-in-Law 30

Zhao Zhenyan couldn't accept the painful loss of her child.

She lost her child, and it would take several months before she could get pregnant again. Liu Chanchan was already pregnant, so would a concubine be the one to give birth to the eldest son? Especially since Zhao Zhenyan had been poisoned, if her body was ruined, wouldn't she have to live under a concubine's heel for the rest of her life?

Just thinking about it for a moment made Zhao Zhenyan go crazy. She ignored the people around her and went straight to the side courtyard. Many servants tried to stop her along the way, but to no avail. Cheng Rumeng had indeed wanted to teach her a lesson, but she was a little panicked when she saw Zhao Zhenyan rushing over like a madwoman to settle the score. However she was not afraid. She frowned and said, "Yan'er, what are you doing?" At this time, Zhao Zhenyan didn't care about anything and rushed up to scratch her face. "You crazy woman, how have I wronged you? Are you still a human being!? You actually harmed your own grandson!"

Zhao Zhenyan put the jade pendant on so readily because she was sure that even if Cheng Rumeng disliked her, she would not do anything to the child in her belly. Unexpectedly, Cheng Rumeng was so desperate and heartbroken that she didn't even care about her own son's bloodline. At this time, Zhao Zhenyan felt regretful and resentful, and she wanted to peel her skin off. She showed no mercy at all. Cheng Rumeng didn't expect her to be so aggressive. She tried her best to avoid it, but still couldn't. Pain came from her neck and she screamed: "Hurry and pull her away!" The servants were panicked, but they didn't dare to use too much force. It took a long time to separate the two. Such a big commotion naturally alerted the Qi family. Even Qi Hechen, who was under house arrest, came running. Grandfather and grandson arrived and brought over a large group of servants. Zhao Zhenyan could no longer take action. She stopped acting crazy and threw herself into Qi Hechen's arms and cried sadly. When a person is older, they would want to have more descendants in the family. The Old Master had been looking forward to holding his great-grandson when he received such bad news. He was already in a terrible mood, and looking at Zhao Zhenyan's behavior, his great-grandson seemed to have been fooled by this woman Cheng Rumeng. He immediately scolded: "Guests should have an awareness of themselves as guests, and not make trouble. Otherwise, get out of here." The words were spoken in a rude manner, and this was not the proper attitude towards guests at all. Cheng Rumeng lowered her head: "Old Master, I came here just to watch over them. I didn't want things to turn out like this. I dare not admit to the young madam's accusation. You all know my identity. No matter what, I wouldn't want anything to happen to the children in their stomachs."

This made sense, and the Qi family all agreed. At this point, only Zhao Zhenyan was sure that she was the murderer. Seeing this, Zhao Zhenyan almost went mad. Fortunately, she'd already had an outburst, vented some of her anger, and regained some rationality. In front of so many people, even if Cheng Rumeng admitted it, the most she could do was drive her out, which was really not satisfying.

She lowered her eyes and said, "Husband, I'm so tired. I want to go back and sleep for a while." Seeing her pale face, Qi Hechen couldn't bear to blame her anymore and took her back to the room. Everyone dispersed. Qi Zhengming lingered, staring at Cheng Rumeng with doubt: "It's really not you?" Cheng Rumeng looked aggrieved: "In your eyes, am I such a person?" She burst into tears: "I have lived half of my life, and the person closest to me is Hechen. I also want to hold my grandchildren..." Qi Zhengming simply could not accept that he had a child with such a woman, and was unwilling to listen to this. He raised his hand to stop her from talking: "It's for the best if it's not you. If you dare to stir up trouble in this mansion, I will not let you go."

After speaking, he left in a huff.

In the next two days, Cheng Rumeng went to the main courtyard to visit Zhao Zhenyan, explaining repeatedly that it was not her who did it. "Yan'er, someone must be deliberately trying t o sow discord between us mother-in-law and daughter-in-law." She glanced out the window: "Liu Huixin has been in this house for many years and has a deep foundation. Even if she is not here, if she wanted to do something secretly, it's quite easy."

The implication being that the person who secretly poisoned her was Liu Huixin. Zhao Zhenyan didn't want to talk to her at all. She leaned back in the bed with a dull face: "The child is gone, and there is no point in worrying about it anymore. Now I just want to take good care of myself and hope that I can have another child soon." After hearing this, Cheng Rumeng's heart relaxed, and she said with a smile: "It's best if you think this way." In her heart, she thought, it's best not to have any children in your life! It was best if Hechen divorced her and kicked her out in two years! Cheng Rumeng finally understood that as long as this daughter-in-law was around, she would not be able to live a good life relying on her son. Cheng Rumeng was right when she said that Liu Huixin had managed Qi Mansion for many years, and even if she was gone, there were still people willing to obey her orders. Therefore, she knew what happened to the Qi family. After a little thought, she guessed the murderer. The Qi family and Zhao Zhenyan absolutely did not want anything to happen to their children, and the only ones who might take action were Liu Chanchan and Cheng Rumeng. Liu Chanchan didn't have the courage, so only Cheng Rumeng could do such a cruel thing. Seeing that Zhao Zhenyan didn't bother with it, Liu Yuniang kindly sent the evidence and witnesses accounts of Cheng Rumeng buying infertility medicine to her. Zhao Zhenyan didn't want to investigate in detail, because she had already confirmed the murderer, and it didn't matter whether she investigated or not. When she saw the witnesses and evidence in front of her, she ordered them to be sent to her dowry house and pretended that the incident had never happened. Her personal maid was puzzled: "Madam, now that we have the evidence, we can ask the master to give you justice!" "What justice?" Zhao Zhenyan said with a mocking look on her face: "Even if she did it, she is still my husband's biological mother. At most, the Qi family would just make her suffer a little. How can it be worth the life of my child?" The maid heard that her tone was strange and did not dare to ask further. Zhao Zhenyan had no intention of letting her go. From that day on, she sent a bowl of tonic soup to the side courtyard every day. Cheng Rumeng felt uneasy and didn't dare to drink this bowl of soup, but there were people around her, so making excuses not to drink it every day... was unacceptable. She also wanted to know if her daughter-in-law was plotting to harm her, so she asked her maid to bring a dog and fed the soup to it every day. After seven or eight days, the dog was still very energetic and even gained some weight. She finally felt relieved and was willing to drink soup.

Within two days, she started to experience vomiting and diarrhea, as if she had a bad stomach virus. Qi Zhengming had no feelings for her, but for the sake of his son, he would not indifferently watch her die of illness, so he asked the steward to find a doctor. He thought it was just an ordinary stomachache, and she would be better in two or three days after taking some medicine. Cheng Rumeng thought so too. However, after drinking the medicine, it was as if she had not taken it, and her illness became even worse than before.

She was a sensitive person and suspected that someone was plotting against her. When Qi Hechen came to visit, she told him that she wanted to change doctors. Qi Hechen couldn't understand: "Doctor Wang is a famous doctor in the city. Who do you want to replace him?" In front of her son, Cheng Rumeng couldn't say that she suspected that Zhao Zhenyan wanted her life. After all, she was the one who made a move first. She said vaguely: "I heard before that if a person is sick you also need to look at some metaphysics. If their horoscopes conflicts with the doctor's horoscope, no matter how good the doctor is, he will not be able to cure the disease. Hechen, just listen to me." Qi Hechen had been studying for many years and was not stupid. He knew that his mother doubted his father, so he was silent for a moment and said, "Okay."

It was still the same after changing the doctor. In just two days, Cheng Rumeng could no longer get out of bed. She lost a lot of weight, her eye sockets were sunken, and she was no longer as beautiful as before.

No one was more aware of the changes in her body than her. Cheng Rumeng completely understood that she was not sick at all. If it was just a simple illness, it wouldn't be so serious. She suspected that she had been tricked. Qi Hechen still had some affection for her. The old couple usually didn't care about anything, and they wouldn't fall out with their grandson just to deal with her. After much thought, besides Qi Zhengming, the only person who would do anything to her was Zhao Zhenyan! She knew in her heart that if she moved out of the house immediately, she might still have a chance to survive. But she finally made progress, and Qi Zhengming had been talking to her a lot more gently recently. Seeing that success was imminent, she was unwilling to give in! "I want to see the young madam." She said to the maid beside her. She thought that even if Zhao Zhenyan was willing to see her, it would take a few days. Unexpectedly, half an hour after she said this, the person in question arrived in front of her bed. "Godmother, were you looking for me?" Cheng Rumeng was drowsy. After hearing this, all her sleepiness disappeared. She looked at the woman in front of her carefully. Because of the miscarriage, her face was still a little pale.  "Yan'er, my illness seems to be getting worse and worse." Zhao Zhenyan's face was indifferent: "Godmother, don't think too much, just focus on recuperating." There was no worry in her tone, as if she were talking to a stranger. The hope in Cheng Rumeng's heart disappeared and she asked: "Do you blame me for causing your miscarriage?" Zhao Zhenyan raised her eyebrows: "Why did godmother say this? I have already explained it clearly. I don't know which enemy of the Qi family harmed me. It must be my bad luck. The child wasn't fated to have a mother-son relationship with me. It has nothing to do with you." Cheng Rumeng fell silent. If her daughter-in-law acted very resentful towards her, she could still take the opportunity to explain herself. After explaining clearly, she may be able to get an antidote. But this daughter-in-law was unwilling to admit it, which made it more troublesome. Her illness was getting worse and worse, and there was no time to test her. She simply gritted her teeth and asked directly: "Yan'er, was it you who harmed me?"

Zhao Zhenyan smiled: "You are my husband's mother. I have only respect for you and have no bad intentions." Cheng Rumeng: "..." "Yan'er, there is a misunderstanding between us." Zhao Zhenyan shook her head: "It's fine. There is no misunderstanding." Cheng Rumeng had no choice but to point out: "The dog I was raising died this morning after drinking the soup you sent." The polite smile on Zhao Zhenyan's face disappeared. She became serious: "Godmother, do you mean that I poisoned you?" She thought of something and chuckled: "The people behind this have really taken great pains to sow discord between us mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. First, they made me think that you harmed me. And now you think I harmed you..." She shook her head: "Godmother, I chose to believe you, so you should also believe me." Cheng Rumeng: "..." She just can't believe it! "In this house, apart from you, I can't think of anyone else who would harm me." Zhao Zhenyan said plausibly: "My ex-mother-in-law hates you to the core. It would not be surprising at all if she poisoned you." 

Seeing that she refused to admit it, Cheng Rumeng couldn't wait any longer, so she clenched her teeth and said: "Since it's not you, I'm going to report it to the authorities!" "Go ahead." Zhao Zhenyan said with a smile: "At a time when my husband is about to take the county exam, father probably doesn't want anyone to cause trouble." Facing her smile, Cheng Rumeng felt cold all over: "Since you can smile like this, it must be you!" "Where's the evidence?" Zhao Zhenyan stretched out her hand to her. Cheng Rumeng: "..." There is none!

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[fraglance]

THE ART OF ARTURO MENDOZA

in a dream-like state, arturo mendoza laid out on a beach towel atop the sandy shores, a joint assembly of stars delicately pressing against his eyelids — in actuality that'd only begun in the midst of his unconscious reverie, as he had vehement daylight beaming down on him. he'd drifted off to sleep the night before, where memory past that eluded him. his drowsy gaze flit around his surroundings, and the lingering tinge of sangria on his tongue hit him right as a splash of water did.

he'd be lying through his teeth if he said the figure before him did not appear to be an angel at the entrance of the pearly-white gates leading to unworldly sights. perhaps even heaven. after arturo ran his fingers through his drenched curls (matted hair), then shook his body like a wet dog outside in the rain, the figure began clear. a few slow blinks later and they are recognized to be the one person he knows like the back of his hand.

god, clario, he sighed in a wistful manner. i could recognize that face anywhere.

a familiar flush rises to said person's cheeks, the accentuating dewy-freckles scattered raindrops complementing her appearance. regardless of the fact that arturo has absolutely — as well as frequently — uttered more intimate things to her in hushed, breathless tones, the observable effect on her is constant. the intensity and bluntness of arturo's words doesn't at all go unnoticed by her. not ever.

she cradles a surfboard beneath her arm as she grins broadly, dimples evident. there's a faint  redness in her forest green doe-eyes that alarms arturo in that moment, his pierced eyebrows raising in response. he stands up immediately — the soft towel that was draped over him tangled up at his waist — and towers over her like a small-scale skyscraper.

she, clairo alvarez, is an artist with a knack for finding that spark in life that creates a rush. an adventurous sort of nature, perhaps. she sets the board against an illuminated sign planted in the sand before she inhales, exhales.

her breath hitches in her throat once arturo is face-to-face with her, attentively looking in her eyes, seemingly trying to find something. when he doesn't do such thing, he allows for each and every one of his feelings to engulf him, warmth occupying his entirety whilst he wraps his arms around her smaller form and says, azúcar, what exactly happened mast night?

a momentary flicker of sadness passes in her eyes before the usual light takes over. she holds onto his bulky arms and squeezes slightly, his affection comforting. in spanish, she murmurs, muchas cosas — when translated back to english: many things. it wasn't yet too late when we left home. we were drinking sangria on the floor of your apartment for a long while. but eventually, we stopped talking to one another about nonsensical things when you said that you craved to go on a spontaneous midnight adventure. not surprisingly, i agreed without a hitch. i would've let you lead me to anywhere, as i trail behind you. like that one quote: 'don't go anywhere i cannot follow.'

he sighs, yeah . . . you're a bit crazy, huh?

she quips, for you, apparently so, and pecks him on the lips, grinning profusely. in that moment, both of their heartbeats are battering drums. but we came here, disheveled and groggy drunk. you fell asleep but i stayed. tried to wake you up, never worked. heavy ass sleeper. . . but anyways, i fell asleep next to you, head on your chest. you woke up once before that, told me you loved me, pulled me closer. the more she speaks, the more her smile gets wider. i told you i loved you and that you should 'really get some rest, you're body is probably screaming at you to.'

the vulnerability of his previous words and actions consume him. his chest ignites with passion. idyllic clouds above loom over the surroundings. with a handful of her curly hair now in his grasp, he presses his lips upon her's and thinks, finally. finally. a labored gasp escapes her at the contact; he kisses the ever-changing grin on her lips over and over and over.

devotion harbors within him and he begins to kiss every visible inch of her upper body. again in spanish, cairo gasps out — at the same time his needy kisses along her exposed shoulder as well as her freckle-covered collarbone resemble a dance of fervor; a soul-bearing touch; and a telling expression of their collective urgency to love (alas, the familiarity) — the words, hasta que no pueda besar más, each word accentuated; until i can kiss no more.

she hugs him to her body, the eventual loss of his touch heavy on her conscious. he is a mind unraveling. the last puzzle piece attaching. the taste of a honeysuckle. the petrichor-scented smell of the earth after the world's endured a storm. and the refreshing feeling of a drink in the summer. and endgame. and her forever. so she gently clasps his hand and presses it against her heart. it only beats at this rhythm for you. tears well in his eyes as he responds by saying hasta que no pueda amar más under his breath.

until i can love no more.

[peculiar-pandora]

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[stromuprisahat]

Alina and the Darkling’s interactions, pt. 11

Chapter 22- Once again, this is more of a mix, but I’ve decided to add this post to this particular series because I want to... 😁

It’s beginning the moment Alina frees herself from the Darkling’s collar-caused influence.

When your plan B falls apart with no apparent reason and some unskilled beginner uses the power boost, that was supposed to work for you, against you...

Still feels kinda weird Ivan is SO surprised to see the Cut. I understand he wouldn’t expect it from Alina, but this sounds like he just had a peek of some mythical animal.

Headcanon: Alina just misheard him. His real words were:

“... the FUCK?!” *Tired™ gay noises*

I’m also pissed this is the way LB keeps describing learning process:

CAN’T DO IT -> CAN DO IT

“It’s called the Cut. It requires great power and great focus; it’s something few Grisha can do.”

Yes, Alina definitely has power, but focus? The way she describes it, it sounds like she doesn’t even have to think about it. When she does it for the first time. After few months of basic training, when she had troubles light up a hallway. One of a few...

This is the first serious mistake we see the Darkling make. He completely misjudges Alina, when he expects her to have some sort of conscience, preventing her from slaughtering “innocents”. Yes, she was screaming murder just few moments earlier, unfortunatelly for him (and those approximately sixty people on the skiff), she doesn’t care about anything as long as she doesn’t have to face any consequences. Be it blame, or sight of the corpses.

Also a huge fan of use of the word “help” here. Can’t really picture Alina being helpful in any way. I understand, how is that sentence meant, but still... You’re a walking, talking obstruction, Alina!

I love how oprichniki- non-magical soldiers- simply follow their orders even against magical shiny girl, who just showed she’s more than willing to kill them all. Nice to see someone, who’s good in doing their Saintsdamned job. I would SO love to know more about them. Only respect.

They were all too afraid, afraid of him...

... or perhaps afraid of that insane hysterical girl, threatening them with the Cut. They probably think she’s completely batshit crazy.

... and afraid of a world without his protection.

Sure, anyone, who saw the real world, or lived outside Ravka wouldn’t be willing to live without the Darkling’s protection. That’s what happens when you’re not proclaimed living Saint, but dissected instead.

Have to admit, you can’t say Alina doesn’t have her priorities sorted...

... but she sure as hell can try.

Another of my favourite traits of Alina is her ability to ask greater, or more complicated, important questions in purely rhetorical manner. 

Wasn’t I abandoning Ravka and all the people who believed in me? Only my power could destroy the Fold, and I was running away.

I shook my head. I couldn’t afford to think about any of that right now.

in Chapter 16 👌

The others on the skiff had failed to come to my aid, but did they deserve to be abandoned to the volcra?

Alina: NVM 🤷

I wonder, what the Darkling really meant, because it sure as hell wasn’t “... it would make [Alina] more like him.”. He’s not the type to leave a group to die for one person...

Not freeing a deserter of consequences of his actions is cruelty comparable to leaving some sixty-ish people to die for having no idea, what the fuck’s happening.

Did the Darkling have the power to free Malyen? Maybe, Mal’s not his subordinate. The First Army would execute him anyway, so they probably won’t mind too much Darkles would carry it out. There might be some bitching, some complaints he didn’t ask beforehand... Pardoning would require more effort, possibly some favours or concessions on Aleksander’s part. Perhaps a bit of lying... it would definitely cost him as a leader of the Second Army.

Now why would he do that? Because Alina asked him? After running away not only from him, but her responsibilities? It’s not just personal, but he believes cutting Malyen off will make her stronger. Belief that proved to be hardly unfunded, one we can consider a fact. 

I might understand, why would Alina put the only person she cares about above lives of others, but insinuating it’s the Darkling’s fault, because he didn’t prioritise a life of one (1), when he wouldn’t even be the only person paying for that and it would cause even more problems on the long run...

Alina performs the Cut blindly in the skiff’s direction. She doesn’t miss. It’s not very likely subsequent screaming is only a matter of fear and confusion. How many died by her Cut? How many were injured? Dismembered? How many were buried under the wreckage? Sure, the volcra did some killing, but how much pain did Alina cause herself? Not enough to feel too torn about it... or did I miss some existential crisis in the next two books?

Huge fan of the wording of the last sentence. Did Alina already forget the people she left there to be slaughtered, or are they also “the monsters”?

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4,  pt. 5,  pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10, pt. 12

[benoitblanc]

redux ii, aka the reason i am sending david duchovny my therapy bill:

mulder nearly collapsing when he sees scully in the icu brings the sucker punch counter to 4! expect exponential spc growth over the next 45 minutes!

thinking MANY thoughts about "i came here because you asked me to" vs "she lied because i asked her to" vs "then you have to lay it on me." sucker punch count: 6 (one for mulder v skinner and one for the first hospital visit)

unfortunately i get where bill is coming from. like i know he gets worse in the emily arc but with the limited information he has, all the accusations he's throwing at mulder do make sense. like WE know that mulder would rather die than have this happen to scully, and WE know that mulder has been off trying to save her, but from bill's pov his baby sister is dying and her crazy coworker whom she's pretty obviously in love with is feeding her a bunch of lies that are going to make her die faster, and she loves him so much that she'll just follow him no matter what. what we know that bill doesn't is that mulder will also just follow her no matter what

mulder answering the phone on the verge of tears with "one sorry son of a bitch speaking" has no right to be so funny

insane how the syndicate plot in this ep makes absolutely no sense but the character work with the mulder siblings and the scully family is so well-done and heartbreaking that this manages to be one of the best episodes of the show

(yes i know that's not sam. but HE doesn't)

speaking of samantha, props to megan leitch for having three really distinct versions of sam so far. the original clone is this plucky action girl, sort of who mulder i think wants his sister to be, or pictures his sister as. she's the most little-kiddish, the most optimistic. the scientist clones are cool and detached, ready to exploit mulder's greatest wish in order to get his help. and the "real" sam is a skittish, traumatized young woman, a lot closer to what sam probably would've been as an adult than what mulder would like to believe. sucker punch count for the mulder-sam interaction: 7

"if scully dies, i will kill you," he tells the smoking man, and he's not lying. not at all. sucker punch count: 8

side thought but the makeup team did a really good job of making scully actually look terminally ill for the first time all arc

and i love that scully actually gets to be scared! this is such a terrifying thing to happen to her but she's put on such a brave face this whole time so that she can stay with both her job and with mulder without causing either of them too much pain. but she can't deny it anymore: she's dying. and she will beg, scream, pray, put anything in her neck if it means she gets to stay

okay. The Scene. oooooooohh boy. if you've seen my gifsets before you know that i've already seen the scene where mulder sobs at scully's bedside in the middle of the night, but i've only ever vaguely had the context that he's planning to play ball with the smoking man. with the full context, the scene completely changes meaning. it's not "please don't leave me," it's "i've lost you either way and there is nothing i can do." she'll either die or hate him for taking the deal. but at least her anger means she's alive. sucker punch count: 9

kim manners: "i want you to go to scully's bedside and act like the world is ending and it's your fault." dd: "okay bet"

i started writing a different point here but it JUST hit me that the reason mulder is so quick to trust skinner despite scully's suspicions is because he has information that she doesn't. he knows about zero sum. he knows what skinner did to try to save her, and i bet he never told her. he knows that skinner wouldn't betray them because of everything he's sacrificed to help her, and she has no fucking idea

okay actually the point i was going to make: i think we all forget sometimes that mulder is actually really really good at his job. him sussing out blevins was a complete shot in the dark, and part of it was because of how badly he didn't want to believe the traitor was skinner, but he also had to make some FAST inferences about what blevins wasn't telling him in the scene where he's asked to accuse skinner

the awful awful laugh mulder does on "because i knew you'd talk me out of it if i was making a mistake" is going to haunt me forever. it's WAY too real. this might be dd's best performance yet, but this specific line delivery is horrifyingly honest. it's fucking devastating. he loves her so much. sucker punch count: 11, because i missed a sucker punch in the maggie-scully scene. i know i'm mostly focusing on mulder here but that's just because gillian anderson has been giving this level of performance in pretty much every episode since paper hearts and i've already talked about it ad nauseam

really great redirect with the first elder talking about their colleague solving the fbi problem. you think he means the smoking man recruiting mulder, but he ACTUALLY means the assassin killing the smoking man. because the smoking man is getting sloppy. because his weird fucked-up version of love for mulder and scully is becoming a liability

i know a lot of people are annoyed that we don't actually see scully telling mulder that she's in remission, but i actually don't mind it. it's such a personal moment that i feel like inviting the audience in would almost be voyeuristic. it belongs to mulder and scully alone. besides, it lets us imagine the possibilities to our hearts' content in fic- i've seen mulder almost passing out when she tells him, i've seen mulder kissing her, i've seen the doctor telling them both at the same time, i've seen (my personal favorite) scully so overwhelmed with everything that's happened that she bursts into tears when telling him and mulder assumes the worst... there are endless ways it could've gone, and we get to explore all of them

ending with mulder crying alone outside of scully's hospital room as her (his) family and skinner all celebrate inside is an insane choice. this is the best news he could have ever heard, but it's not a victory in the way it should be. he finally has to face up to what she means to him- remember, when kritschgau asked what his greatest wish was, the answer should have been to see sam and it wasn't- and it scares the hell out of him. and there's no guarantee something like this won't happen to her again. they have no idea what that chip will do. he doesn't know how long he can keep saving her. he thinks he's found his sister, but with the smoking man "dead," his only link to her is gone. the smoking man is dead and he didn't get to kill him. what does that mean for him? for scully? he knows how to love her. that's all he knows. but does he know how to live? sucker punch count: 12

i did in fact send a no-spoilers liveblog of this to flatmate (we just finished dod kalm together so he doesn't even know the cancer arc exists) and feel compelled to share this tidbit as my closer: "savid duchosbny when i catch you..."

david duchovny you are NOT seeing heaven

[mwyooi]

★ PROTECTIVE | BLACKPINK

synopsis. you are a member of Blackpink, while performing on stage/in public you encounter a pervert fan

tw/cw. up skirting, noncon photographing, reader gets groped, reader gets catcalled, angst

note. Trying to finish all my drafts 💔💔

★ LISA

You guys were on the Blackpink in Your area tour, now in Korea for your last show. You guys had quite a few costume changes and Liked pretty much all of them, but during DDU-DU DDU-DU you were wearing a short skirt that was pretty revealing.

Mid performance Lisa noticed a fan in the front row pointing his camera under your skirt. Her heart sank as soon as she saw him.

She immediately stopped dancing, moving over to you and telling you what was going on. When she saw how upset you were she signaled for the music to stop, catching the other 3 members off guard.

“Can someone escort him out?” She asked security as she pointed to the fan. “He’s taking pictures under Y/n’s skirt.” When he left the crowd the girls immediately hugged you.

After pulling back Lisa wiped your tears and kissed your cheek in a comforting manner. “We’ll deal with that guy later..”

★ JENNIE

The group was returning from LA. You waved to the flashing cameras and fans, holding Jennie’s hand the whole way through the crowd when you were stopped by a frantic tap on your shoulder.

“Please, Y/n! A picture please!” The men begged and you nodded, taking the phone from his hand. You gave the mans phone to Jennie, standing between the men and posing.

Just when she took the picture you let out a yelp. The man groped you. You turned around, a look of disgust plastered on your face.

“Hey! Don’t do that!” Jennie yelled, snatching your arm. “She was nice enough to take a picture with you, what’s wrong with you?!” She was shocked.

The fans and paparazzi were going crazy..Some fans even screaming at the man in your defense. Jennie deleted the photo, pushing past the two men as she dragged you through the crowd.

★ JISOO

You and Jisoo were returning to your hotel. You had just finished shopping and decided the few bags of clothes you had was enough. Paparazzi was everywhere, updating everyone on the shopping date you guys went on.

Just as you walked past a group of fans a man whistled, his friends calling out disgusting comments about your breasts.

You immediately turned around to figure out who said it, Jisoo following your actions.

Seeing the man’s stupid smirk made you want to throw up. You turned around, swallowing hard as you held back tears..now covering your face from the cameras.

“Who said that?” Jisoo asked, stopping in her tracks. The men proudly raised their hands.

“That’s not something to be proud of you pervs.” She spat, turning around to comfort you.

★ ROSÉ

Rosé and you finished your dance in the front of the stage, holding hands as you moved to the back. Suddenly your leg got pulled, rosé letting go of your hand and moving to the back.

You missed your cue, someone now tugging your leg, trying to bring you down. A bunch of other fans took the opportunity to grab your body as well, trying to feel up your body..leaving you on the floor of the stage.

“Hey, Stop! Hey!” You screamed as one hand got too high up your leg.

Jisoo grabbed your arm, attempting to tug you out of their grip. All while the other girls call security to help. “Stop!” She said sternly, making the fans let go.

When you were released the security and Jisoo took you off stage. “Are you okay?” She asked, handing you a water and checking the places fans touched.

“I’m fine just shocked.” You say, holding back tears as your hand shook. She nods landing a kiss on your cheek while rubbing your back comfortingly.

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[angelicimagines]

◼ [ Mod Kaz ] TBHK | Amane, Kou, Nene, and Akane (Glasses) with an S/O who's a Supernatural that has the destructive power of Fire, but is regal and calm and just wants a "normal" school life.

I Really Like this idea! - Mod Kaz

Spoilers, Cursing, Mention of death I think

Hanako/Amane

When Hanako first saw you he knew there was something special about you. So he did some investigating.

And that's when he saw you do it. You were sure you had been caught. But when you saw he was a ghost all your nerves calmed down.

He found your power very cool and he asked you if you wanted to join his team (Expecting to say yes), So imagine his surprise when you said "No"

He was so surprised, he asked you why and you told him that You wanted as normal of a life as you could get. Not one where you talk to a ghost and everyone thinks you're crazy.

However, somehow he got you on board of his train of chaos, You were like " I will never accept your Invitation because I just wanna live a normal life- Oh She Just ate the scale- Fuck"

When he realized he liked you, he confessed under the tree and you thought it was a joke so you rejected him and he was so sad ,luckily it all got cleared Up and now you two are just trying not to get hunted from the Mermaid princess

Kou

He had accidently mistook you for a ghost and when he was about to hit you and he y'know ACTUALLY hit you he was beyond surprised

He kept on asking you questions and realized how much fun you were, however he realized that he still didn't know if you were considered a danger in the eyes of his Brother

Once he got the okay from his brother (which consisted of a lot of Physical and Exam Tests much to your dismay) He asked you to become apart of the group and was shocked at first but then understood not wanting to be considered different and just live a normal life. When He first saw you in action he was beyond amazed Of your capabilities

He saw your regal and calm manner and oddly found it comforting, He realized that every time he thought about you he found himself blushing, Teru was the one who pointed it out, even though he denied it

He decided to be brave and probably tried showing off a bit too many times even though you found it endearing and you found yourself also blushing, Which Teru also pointed out saying that it was different from your calm and stoic behavior

Tired of his OTP not being able to Stand within 6 feet of each other without turning into a tomato, he wrote confession letters and sent them to Kou and You signed by the other to make it look like you wrote confession to each other by letter, when you both met up you guys realized you had accidently confessed By trying to Say you had NOT confessed, Teru was watching in the background and he was laughing his ass off

Nene

This girl probably already liked you and was always telling Hanako about "Your beauty". How amazing you were and how you treated her with respect and how you were meant to be

However Hanako had enough. He was tired of listening to the "Oh so Great Y/n who looked like they where a god(ess) sent from the heavens above" and went to get a good look at you. and the first thing he saw you do was Heat up a cup of tea. He blackmailed you into joining his little group and even resorted to dragging you as you were regretting every moment of your goddam life

However once you noticed her you decided to be her friend as she was always near you and she seemed like a nice girl to be around so you decided to befriend her to make the experience a little less dreadful

She didn't know about your ability until she went to clean the bathroom to maybe get a little more of you and she saw an open flame In your hand and a calm looking Y/N

When you noticed her it was too late and she asked you so much you explained everything. You also may have revealed that you had a crush on her AND THIS GIRL CRIED OF HAPPINESS Expect Aoi to be cheering with her

if she Could scream how much she loves you she would, However if you don't like that she will give you a few compliments and then write the rest of them in a small notepad

Akane <Glasses>

He probably already knew. Correction: He knew someone in his grade had fire powers he just didn't expect it to be you HIS CRUSH

He was walking to the student council meeting when he saw you being confronted by Teru in the hallway. He was going to help you but decided to hide behind a wall to hear the conversation. he knew Teru would neve lay a hand on you.

Thats where found out you were the mystery person he was looking for with the fire power. He was surprised and once Teru had left he confronted as well

He told you that He couldn't let you wreak havoc at the school and when you told him you jut wanted a normal life he immediately understood. He just wanted his normal life back as well Instead of being one of the 7 wonders

He wanted to make sure you Wouldn't cause trouble so he made that excuse to be able to hang out around you

When he confessed he honestly expected to be turned down. But when you said you shared the same Feelings he hugged you so tight that you Cold look softened when you looked at him

[letarasstuff]

One kind of intern

(A/N): This was requested by @greenslifestuff :) It took me a week or two because I had to interact with my friends in order to get the inspiration I needed 😅 Summary: The team gets to work with a gen z teenager. Let’s see how that goes.

Warnings: Swearing and gen z humour

Wordcount: 2k

✨Masterlist✨

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“Team, this is (Y/N) (L/N). She will be interning for the upcoming three months alongside this team. (Y/N), these are Agents Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Derek Morgan and Doctor Spencer Reid and our Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia”, Hotch introduces a teenage girl to his team like this happens every day.

“Wait Hotch, we don’t get interns. What is she going to do, no offense, but getting us coffee or what?” Morgan eyes her suspiciously. She looks like any teenager grabbed from the street. A band t-shirt, a torn pair of jeans and a cup from starbucks in her hands. Nothing you would expect to even enter a federal building.

“No offence taken, Agent Morgan. I know having an ugly pickly bitch working with professionals seems weird. It’s just I have summer break and I thought it would be a good thing on my resumé if I already interned in the FBI, because I just graduated and I wanted to go to the academy this fall. But if you wanna do a vibe check with me first, that’s fine by me. Whatever floats your boat.”

The room falls silent. Then out of all sudden everyone turns to Garcia, who puts her arms up in defense. “I don’t even know half the things she said, ask her yourself.”

That’s how the BAU gets their first contact with Gen Z culture and let me tell you it is a wild ride, so buckle up your seats, drink your tea up because we aren’t going to make any stops.

“(Y/N), I need you to come with me. We are going to the M.E. getting the latest reports from our last case”, Morgan tells her while passing her desk. In the blink of an eye the teenager is ready, putting her denim jacket with various pins and bits of patches on.

“Derek, can we get starbucks on the way back? The pumpkin spiced latte is back on their menu and I am on withdrawal. Pleaaaaaasseeee”, she looks at him with a pouty face. Morgan smiles. “Ok, under one condition: We both get one, take awesome pictures and send them to the group chat and then we act like we didn’t get them anything, but we actually buy them their usual.” He got the hang of it pretty fast. “Deal, Sis.”

While they are in the car on their way to the M.E. the agent groans. “Ugh, road work ahead.” “Uh yeah, I sure hope it does!” Morgan eyes her from the side. His whole demeanor says ‘old and confused’.

“What was that, kid?” But (Y/N) begins to laugh. “Don’t you know vines? Short dumb and funny clips people made?” It’s safe to say that this afternoon he learns to speak in vines, getting on Rossi’s nerves because nothing makes sense anymore.

“Ok, I heard you wanted to become a profiler. So I thought I would show you some old cases and then you try to figure out the profile. I’ll present them to you like I do to the team, alright?” JJ and (Y/N) sit in her office, safe from curious eyes. “As right as the law, Ma’am.” 

“Good, this is a case from several years ago. It happened here in D.C. Three men were murdered execution style in the middle of the night in an alleyway. They were all from different backgrounds. The only connection between them was that they were evicted for some form of sexual harassment or assault. The UnSub also had a signature: A shot into their groin while the men were alive.”

Unfaced by the presented facts (Y/N) pops a piece of gum into her mouth. “It do be like that.”

“What?” “I mean, it’s obviously a woman. She experienced any harassment or assault herself. She also has excess to the files, I assume she works as a paralegal, since most of them are women. Female serial killers are extremely rare, but they are better organized. The only thing left to say is good for her getting revenge.” The blonde looks at the teenager with wide eyes.

“I-I guess but you know you can’t say anything like that to Hotch, do you?” She asks concerned. “JJ, I’m dead inside, not dumb. I know this.” But the agent shrugs. “Good. Though I really want to see his face.” “Mood.”

Penelope Garcia is the closest one to relate to Gen Z culture, since a great part of her time is spent on the internet. She happily learns about all the phrases and their meanings as well as the newest trends and hypes.

“Purp is sus, I tell you”, is heard from the lair into the hallway. Spencer and Derek look at each other with concern on their faces. “Do you think they are alright or do we have to-” “IT’S A SELF REPORT I SWEAR PENNY! YOU WORK WITH PROFILERS IN GANDALF’S NAME!” Spencer’s question is answered by that.

“Baby girl, crazy girl, are you doing good? Do you need help or something?” The older one asks warily. But it’s drowned in another screaming match. “I TOLD YOU PURP WAS THE IMPOSTER BUT YOU HAVE TO TELL THEM I VENTED WHEN I DIDN’T! I WANT ALL TIKTOKS I SENT YOU BACK!” “YOU DON’T DARE TO REVOKE MY TIKTOK PRIVILEGES!” “WATCH ME GARCIA!”

“Whoa girls, what about taking a break?” Morgan tries to diffuse the situation. “Yes, I think JJ got new pictures of Henry and Emily brought cookies this morning”, Spencer adds.

The girls, who mere seconds ago were ready to jump each other's throats, look at the other one. “You get the cookies and I go to JJ, deal?” (Y/N) asks. “Deal!” Without sparing the boys another glance they run out of the lair. Their devices are still lit up. A red figure shines into their faces. ‘AMONG US’ is written underneath it. “I think we get too old for this stuff, don’t we Reid?”

Spencer always thought he was young. Of course, his mind is older, but physically he is not that old. But the intern proves him wrong. And boy is he wrong.

“Spencer, is there anything interesting to know today?” (Y/N) takes a seat on his desk, distracting the genius from his paperwork. It is a common occurrence for her to go to him to ask for a fun fact.

“Do you wanna learn something about sloths?” His knowledge (or the writer’s) on this subject is astonishingly big.

“Spill the tea, sis.” “Did you kn- What? But I don’t have tea to spill. And I don’t wanna spill anything, I-” Reid rambles in confusion.

“It’s just a saying, Spencer. There is no deeper meaning to it then ‘Tell me everything about it’. You know, it’s mostly used for gossiping, but I don’t really like to gossip. That’s why I use it in a different context. You got it?” (Y/N) explains it to him in a soft manner, knowing her generation can be complex.

“Yeah, I think I do. Thank you for telling me. I really like the phrase. It has a nice ring. What about you spill the tea about all the phrases you know and I tell you some things from my knowledge?” “I think you got yourself a teacher, genius. But now tell me about the sloths, I love them.”

A few days later Rossi catches her doing some weird moves. “Are you having a seizure or what is your problem, youngster?” Even though he tries not to show it, David took a great liking to (Y/N), thinking of her like a granddaughter. Still, most of her actions confuse the hell out of him.

“I’m practising a dance for tiktok. My friends and I worked on a choreo we wanted to film later. Come here, I can show you.” And that’s what she does in the conference room. The teenager walks him through every move of the choreo, explaining the meaning to it and how it correlates with the song.

“And then you move your arm like that. Exactly like that! You did a great job, David! Are you sure you don’t want to come with me later? We can make you your own account and name it ‘Grandpa-on-tiktok’. You can promote your books over there and it’s a way to float with the trend!”

Seeing her this excited Rossi can’t do anything but agree to the idea. Also, he secretly liked doing the dance thing. It made him feel young again.

“(Y/N), you said you graduated this summer. But your file said you are 16?” Emily asks her one boring day filled with paperwork and countless cups of coffee. “It is what it is”, she mindlessly answers, too focused on filling out the work in front of her.

“I mean yes but how?”

“Emily, smart people exist. I know, coming from me hits different, but here we are.” Finally (Y/N) puts her pen away looking at the raven haired woman.

“What are you talking about? I can’t really follow you.” The more the intern says the more confused gets Emily.

She sighs. “I don’t want to leave you on read here. I kind of am smart somehow. Apparently I was smart enough to skip a grade or two. But it’s no biggie. Many peeps do this, so I don’t sweat it.”

“Even though I feel like you are selling yourself short here, I know you are an incredibly intelligent person. Someday you will be an awesome profiler and any team will be lucky to have you. I really hope we will be the lucky team. But I’m still not sure if this is what I should say in this context.”

“Emily, you are goals. This fam is squad goals. I really hope to be a part of this someday”, (Y/N) admits. “I’m sure Hotch will do his best to get you on the team, you became a great part of it. I can’t imagine a future without you.”

Sadly Prentiss has to get used to a time without the team’s beloved intern. On her last day (Y/N) knocks at Hotch’s door.

“Hey, I wanted to say thank you. The time with you and all the others was amazing and I learned so many useful things for not only the academy but also for my daily life. I really had a glow-up here”, she says after coming in.

Hotch motions towards the chairs in front of his desk. “Take a seat, (Y/N). I got something for you. See it as a compensation for not getting paid for your internship. You really did great work and a better job than some agents, who are doing theirs for many years already but don’t know half the stuff you do. You are a valuable member to the team.”

“Wait, you speak in presence tense. I leave you all this afternoon, you know that, do you?” But the Unit Chief only gestures to a white envelope on his desk. Quickly the teenager takes it and reads it.

“Are you serious Hotchner? Because I will cry you a river if you joke”, she threatens him.

“I’m dead serious, (Y/N). Even though half of your talks are difficult to understand, the other half is twice as useful and important. Additionally to that, you are like a fresh breath of air that the team needed. That’s why a place here will be available for you as soon as you graduate from the academy. I trust you that you will pass with flying colors, I had to promise that to Strauss.”

“Of course, Hotch. I swear on my Animal Crossing Island that I will do my best and more. Thank you so much”, she leaps into his arms.

The others watch the interaction from the bullpen, pretending to not get teary eyed. Their favorite Gen Z Kid will come back to them after all.

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