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As of late, life for Vina has been all work and no play...so, it was about time she took a break from writing & brought her ass outside.
She's currently working on her debut album, writing screenplays, and taking acting classes twice a week.
I'm currently in the dreaded process of moving her over to my new main save but I'm looking forward to seeing her shenan...again.
#oc: norvina hernandez#I need her to take a vacation ASAP#she's either sitting at her computer all day#or at her piano all day#writing songs or stories...and I need her to take a break#I'm surprised she doesn't have the Workaholic lifestyle yet
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that was probably the worst day i've had at work so far which is saying QUITE a bit not even counting the potential rabies exposure. even the one remaining tech (again the only person doing most of the work) is talking about threatening to quit (for the second time) because of the vet's bullshit.
#i'm pretty confident that i don't need to worry about getting rabies and i realize pretty confident is not good enough for rabies#but honest to god i don't care enough#the tech already quit once several years ago because he was getting after her for prioritizing her kid over the job#she says he used to be a lot worse which is horrifying#she came back four years ago after getting laid off from her other job and demanding a fat paycheck and no more shit about her kid#and she only works 3 days a week. so that's great for her and his office managers been there almost as long as he has so she y#*doesn't get his bullshit. but whoever's in my position gets treated. well. like this i guess#OH and to make it worse she's taking a month long vacation like next week or something so there won't be anyone to answer the phone and#literally idk what we're going to do i mean hopefully i can find another job asap but i'm not optimistic about that happening this week#i don't understand how he expects to run a vet clinic like this#me
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I’m so exhausted from pet sitting and I’ve only been alone with the animals since Thursday afternoon 😔
#I need my parents to return from vacation asap#I’m up to my elbows in piss and shit from this puppy#who also hardly lets me sleep with all her barking#they should have had her boarded#the it wouldn’t be so bad taking care of the other animals
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VACATION STATE OF MIND / TOTO WOLFF
toto wolff x younger!reader / SMAU FIC
WARNINGS / some comments about sugar daddies..? also let’s pretend the toto has an instagram :)
FACE CLAIM / none!
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yourusername summer break: day one ❤️ we are in italy for the a couple of days 🇮🇹🍝
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user1 cute!!
user23 ugh i’m jealous
user77 fr!!! need me a sugar daddy…..
user6 seriously, cause i’m this close to gettting one 🤏
user276 i know! yn needs to teach us her ways!
user9 LMFAOOO
user21113 🥰🥰🥰
lewishamilton have a good vacation ❤️👍
yourusername thank you lewis!!! hope you good summer break!!
user32 cutee!!
user4 the view is so pretty!
user2 ITALYYYY!!!!!!!!
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yourusername from italy to france 🇫🇷 🥖
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user5 so pretty!
user23 omg the first picture! the flowers 🌹☺️
user2007 i know!!! and he probably took the picture which makes it 10x better!!
user5 i didn’t even think of that 🤭🤭
carmenmmundt hope you guys are having fun!!
yourusername we are!! enjoy your break!
user7 the last picture is so pinterest coded!
user23 i know the ring with the fur coat and the birkin bag sitting there 🤭
user4 the dream!!!
user35 yn!!! you need to get toto on instagram!!!!!!!!! like right know! asap!!!!
yourusername i’ve been trying to!! i’ll ask him again, but i might need to teach him how to use it properly 😂
user5 you should get the mercedes admin to teach him!
user89 @/mercedesamgf1 get on it!
mercedesamgf1 hmmm 🤔 i’ll see what i can do….
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totowolff Hi, I made an Instagram account after many text messages from the @/mercedesamgf1 admin (and from my finance) I did it.
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yourusername yayy!! you did it!
totowolff You guys forced me to, this was not by choice.
yourusername 🙄🙄🙄
user66 OMG OMG OMG FINALLY
user77 EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU YN 🙏🙏🙏
user6 thank you yn!!!!
user57 doing gods work
user20 there is no way toto made this instagram…. 🤨
yourusername i did but he did write the caption!! so he did contribute!
user45 i figured he wrote the caption
yourusername although he did take the last photo and he takes most of the photos of me that i post!!
user3 cuteee!!!!
user44 hope you guys had a good vacation!!
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TEAM RADIO / SWEETERLOVERS - thank you for the request!!!! (i love toto wolff….. he is such a dilf) based on this ask
#sweeterlovers#formula 1#f1 smau#formula one#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1#toto wolff#toto wolff smau#toto wolff x y/n#toto wolff x reader#toto wolff fic#toto wolff x yn#f1 instagram au#f1 x you#f1 one shot#f1 social media au#f1 imagines
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CAR TALK ★ LS2
PAIRING ✦ logan sargeant x fem!youtuber!reader
SUMMARY ✦ on your youtube channel, you post q&a's in your car, and your most recent guest has people speculating about the two of you. [ SMAU ]
WARNINGS ✦ cursing
NOTES ✦ reader lives in america for the purpose of this fic. i know the car doesn't like the same in all of the pictures but that's the best i could do ahaha. the fc i've used is kiana davis, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)
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yourusername first 'car talk' episode of 2024 is pending...🏎️
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user1 the weekly episodes of car talk have been severely missed this winter vacation.
user2 SO REALLL i've been needing y/n back on my screen
user3 she is actually so perfect it's scary
user4 idc we needdd a car talk x chicken shop date crossover asap
yourusername @/ameliadimz thoughts??
ameliadimz we can look into this 👀
user5 OKAY BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE CAPTION?? THE RACECAR??
user6 she HASSS to be interviewing some f1 driver.
emmachamberlain YUMMYYYY
yourusername 😍😍
yourbsf MY BEST FRIENDDD!!
yourusername ALWAYSSS
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yourusername 'car talk' ep 1 of 2024 coming this saturday 👀🏎️
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user8 IT'S DEF A F1 DRIVERRR THE SHIRT IS A DEAD GIVEAWAY
user9 oh ABSOLUTELY
user10 her facecardddd oh my gosh
user11 been missing your videos queen!
user12 okay but like which f1 driver do we think it is??
user13 crazy thing is she has like five or six of them following her/in her likes right now, so it could technically be any of them
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yourusername 'car talk' ft logan sargeant out now!! one of my favorite episodes i've filmed so far ❤️
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user18 WOWWW IT WAS LOGAN THE ENTIRE TIME??
user19 I KNOWWW
user20 yall's chemistry was through the roof. i was sweating just watching the episode
alex_albon 👀
user21 LMAOOO ALEX WHAT DO YOU KNOW
logansargeant Best driver/farm animal expert/youtuber 🙌
yourusername yessirrrr ❤️
user22 HELP NOT ALL OF Y/N'S PROFESSIONS
user23 he had to make sure he got all of them in
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logansargeant Thanks again to the crazy lady who drove me around the city, almost killed me in the process, asked intrusive questions about my life and took me to visit a farm. Had a blast 🏆
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user24 HIM CALLING Y/N OUT FOR HER DRIVING HELPPP
user25 why do i actually kinda ship them...
user26 no ur so real for this.
yourusername you're so welcome!! ( i'm at ur door for mentioning my driving abilities )
logansargeant I'LL TAKE IT BACK SORRY
alex_albon 👀
user27 HIM COMMENTING THE SAME THING ON BOTH THEIR POSTS I'M CREASING
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yourusername brb, currently escaping to dc 👋
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user29 why is she the most perfect girl everrrr
user30 LITERAL MODEL.
user31 logan has now taken his spot as permanent liker of y/n's posts
user32 is it just me who wants to see logan & y/n together again??
user33 NOT JUST YOU!!
logansargeant Maybe you should come down to Florida sometime??🙌
user34 LOGAN SHOOTING HIS SHOTTT
user35 @/user34 or they could just be friends?? 🤷♀️
user36 @/user35 let us be delusional please.
yourbsf photography creditsss??
yourusername yes yes all to you!
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yourusername back on the move ✈️
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user40 RIGHT BEFORE THE SEASON STARTS ASW??
user41 i smell a bahrain visit!!
user42 okay but her hair is my most favorite thing everrr
alex_albon 👀
user43 MR ALBON BACK W THE EYESSS
user44 WHAT DOES HE KNOW.
logansargeant 🙌❤️❤️
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logansargeant Bahrain ✔️ Girlfriend ✔️ Mission Accomplished ✔️
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user47 "mission accomplished" THE PLAN HAS BEEN BREWINGG
user48 FINALLY MY FAVSSS
user49 crazy car guy x even crazier car lady is my new favourite trope
user50 SO REAL FOR THISSS
alex_albon already knew this'd happen 🤷♂️
logansargeant So you've mentioned!!
user51 he's been trying to help yall out AS HE SHOULD.
yourusername be glad i didn't kill you that time i took you driving, otherwise you never would've gotten to ask me to be your girlfriend. ❤️❤️
logansargeant Thankful every day 🙏
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yourusername new car talk episode incoming this time with my BOYFRIENDDD 🥳🥳
user52 THEY'RE THE CUTESTTT
user53 she looks so happy omg
user54 if you hurt her logan we're all after you. 😁
yourbsf so im a third wheel now??
yourusername nahh he can third wheel us bbg 😉😉
lilymhe ANOTHER FEMALE IN THE WILLIAMS PADDOCK THANK YOU LORD
yourusername i'll make you my latest car talk victim 😍
lilymhe sign me upppp!!
user55 im sensing a double date car talk incoming
user56 'the eyes, chico. they never lie' @ logan in the second picture
yourusername @/logansargeant LOOLLLL WISHING I MADE THIS THE CAPTION
logansargeant My fav ex-farm employee ❤️
yourusername still prefer the sheep to you ❤️❤️
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Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You🃏
Chapter 1 of That's What You Get
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Word count: 5.2k
Summary: After three weeks on a case in Vegas and a particularly draining phone call from your mother, you decide to take Reid up on his offer to show you the sights of Las Vegas. When you wake up the next morning, you realise one of those sights was a 24hour Wedding Parlor, and that you're now Mrs. Reid.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, loss of memory, marriage (yeah that needs a warning), mommy issues, mentions of emotional abuse, implied sex scene, use of handcuffs in a sexual way, they theorize a possible creampie but I will neither confirm nor deny at this point, talk of contraception, no actual smut though, you guys are gonna have to wait for that. 18+ Minors DNI
A/N: The first chapter is here! Sorry for drawing you in with a silly little premise and then giving you mommy issues, I swear that after this chapter it's not bought up all that much. If you enjoy this chapter, you can sign up to the series taglist here, check out my masterlist and if you want leave a request! :D have fun reading!! ✨
Las Vegas, city of sin and entertainment capital of the world. Population approximately 600,000, home to the most famous casinos in the world, and unluckily for you, your latest unsub.
You’d been in Vegas for three weeks trying to hunt down this specific murderer, but now the case was all wrapped up and you could finally breathe, the weight of the stress you’d been carrying for almost a month now dissolving as you finally finished up the paperwork in the local precinct.
“Thank god that’s over. I cannot wait to be in bed with a good book and an empty head,” you groaned as you met the eyes of Penelope Garcia, your favorite tech analyst in the entire world and absolutely the only one you knew. She’d ended up having to join you on this case because some of the crime scenes just happened to be casinos that weren’t so happy sharing their data, but also didn’t want to be lumped with the warrant from the FBI. She’d been working between their offices and the precinct, and looked just as haggard as you felt.
“Oh, I feel you sister, this free travel experience thing is nice, but I would like to be back at my own perfect little desk hovel ASAP, thank you very much.” The two of you shared a small laugh, and then began collecting your stuff.
“Come on now, baby girl, you’re telling me that you don’t want to hit up the strip while we’re here? See the sights a little?”
“Sweet cheeks, I have been working from the most harrowing of surveillance units all week on that very strip. I have already seen the sights and they were not pretty, and definitely not worth using up my precious vacation time for.”
“Unfortunately Garcia, I don’t think you’ll be needing to use any of that vacation time to stay here,” Hotch announced as he walked in, and every member of your team snapped to attention to hear what he had to say. “I just got off the phone with Quantico, there’s a storm cloud moving in directly in our flight path and we haven’t been cleared for take off. They’re extending our stay by another day.”
“Shit,” you let out a silent curse, and noticed that your other team members didn’t seem all that happy about it either. JJ quickly excused herself from the room to call Will, Garcia let out a faux sob and fell back into her chair, and Rossi had the look of abject Italian disappointment on his face that he usually only got when you talked about your love of pineapple on pizza.
“How’s about that drink now, baby girl?” Derek Morgan teased, but it was half-hearted and you knew it. You were all desperate for bed, and you could only imagine the mistakes you would make if you went drinking now after the month you’d all just survived.
The only member of the team who didn’t seem put out quite yet was Reid, but you chalked that up to the fact that this place was his hometown.
“If you guys do change your mind, I know a bar downtown where you’re 34% less likely to be propositioned, robbed or over-charged.” He smiled over at you, and you couldn’t help but let out a giggle knowing the man was 100% serious.
“Dare I ask how you found that statistic, Reid?” Emily inquired from the other corner.
“One part actually reading the annual crime report, one part personal experience?” Reid replied, and you laughed again, unable to hold it back.
“Count me out, thank you,” you replied, and you could have sworn for a second you saw a flash of disappointment flash over his features, but you didn’t get the chance to question it, because a call was lighting up your phone screen.
You quickly excused yourself and moved to pick up the call from your mother.
“Mom, hey, what’s up?”
“What, I can’t check in on my daughter now for no reason?” you sighed and rubbed your temples, knowing exactly how this phone call was going to go, because it was how the last ten calls home had.
“Yes, mom, of course you can. How are you?”
“Terrible. Cindy’s daughter is getting married, and it’s all she’s talking about now. Can you believe it? The girl was absolutely wild when you were friends with her in high school and now she’s settling down with a lawyer of all people. Someone should warn that young man before he realises what he’s got himself into,” she scoffed on the other end of the line and you did your best to not get worked up. If you got angry it only made her more self-richeous.
“I know, Mom, Jessica sent me an invite, and I’m sure Trevor knows exactly what he’s getting into since they’ve been dating since high school.”
“Well, how was I supposed to know that? You never tell me anything.”
“I’m sorry, Mom, I’m in the middle of a case right now, can I call you back later?” You did your best to escape the conversation before it devolved into something you really didn’t want to talk about, like yourself, and more specifically your love life. But the gorgon had you frozen through the line and you weren’t about to make the mistake of hanging up on her.
“I’m sure your boss could spare you for five minutes, over-working you like he does. You haven’t had the time off to come and visit me since you got that fancy little job of yours, so you can do me this favor at least.”
“Sure, mom.” At times like this, you knew it was best to just let her talk and ride out the wave.
“And I’m sure you don’t even have time to date. Are you taking care of yourself, at least? Making sure you’re at least presentable, I hope? Its like I always say, you could meet your future husband in one of those precincts, you know. Get a big, strong man to take care of you.”
You had to resist the urge to throw your phone. You’d explained to your mother time and time again that you were perfectly content being the big, strong man for yourself, but there was absolutely no getting through to her. You received one of these phone calls everytime one of her friends or coworkers kids announced an engagement, got pregnant or bought a house, three things that she was desperate for you to do, as well. As soon as you saw the instagram post from Jessica you’d been counting down the days, almost thankful for your mothers lack of online presence.
“A crime scene isn’t exactly the most charming of meet cutes, Mom.”
“Well, then what about Virginia? There are some fine men working at the FBI surely. What about that one coworker of yours, what was his name?” Your heart-race increased for a moment, praying she wasn’t about to put a thought in your head that you wouldn’t be able to escape.
“Derek Morgan, was it? Now, that’s a fine young man.” This time you couldn’t stop the startled cry that came from your mouth. Sure, Morgan was an incredibly attractive man, but he’d joked around with you like a brother ever since you’d taken down your first unsub with the team. Your team was your family and your support system on the road, and they had your back on the case, so really, had your mother said anything, you’d have responded with incredulous guffawing. Hotch was like your dad, Rossi a fun Great-Uncle or something. You saw the sister’s you’d never had in JJ and Emily and of course Garcia was your best friend and you shared so many likes and dislikes that you regularly joked about being long-lost twins separated at birth. And Reid was Reid.
“Just give dating some thought, would you at least? The clock is ticking for you, you know.”
“Mom, I’m not even thirty yet. I’m in no rush.”
“That's what your Aunt Linda said, and look at her.” Your Aunt Linda was a perfectly content single woman in her late forties who had a high paying executive job, in NYC of all places, so yeah, you were in no rush at all.
“Listen, Mom, I’ve got to go, Hotch is calling me into the office to talk about some case files. I’ll speak to you later?”
“God, it’s like you don’t even want to talk to your mother for even five minutes. Go on, then, go do your big fancy job. Call me soon.”
“Yeah, Mom, I will.” And with that you finally hung up. Running a hand through your hair you paused for a breath for a second, closing your eyes and letting your hand just grip your hair for a second before releasing your breath for a second.
In the grand scheme of things, you knew that your mom wasn’t all that much to complain about. You and Emily had bonded over your respective mommy issues early in your time on the team, and you knew a lot of the other team members were either lacking some family member or the other, so you were just thankful that she was still around to annoy you, but god did she make it difficult sometimes.
Realising that any second, you’d have one profiler or the other come find you and ask you (with the best of intentions) what was wrong, you plastered a smile on your face and walked back into the office. You didn’t exactly want to relive that call anytime soon.
“Back so soon, Y/N? I thought that was your mom,” Morgan questioned you when you stepped back in.
“Yeah it was. One of my friends from highschool is getting married and you know how she loves to gossip.” You’d learnt early in the profession that you were in that the best way to hide something was to tell the truth about it for as long as you could, and then change the subject.
“Hey, Reid, you still up for a drink at that bar?” You looked hopefully at the man in the corner, and prayed noone would bring up your absolute change in attitude. “I was thinking a glass of wine or two after a successfully closed case couldn’t hurt, right?”
“Yeah, sure. You wanna head back to the hotel first and change, or do you want to go from here? Hotch said we’re free now until 2pm tomorrow.” You could see a questioning look from Morgan to your left, but you kept your vision focused on Reid, quietly thankful for the rest of the teams disinterest.
“Give me five to drop off my badge and gun in my room and freshen up a bit and we can be on our way. If this bar is bad though, Reid, you know I’m never letting you hear the end of it, right?”
“I ran the statistics, there’s only a 14% chance you’ll dislike it.”
“You know what’s scary is, I can’t even tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.”
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Sarcasm or no, you had to admit, the bar he’d taken you to was pretty nice. It was a low-lit bar only a twenty minute taxi ride from your hotel and whilst it wasn’t exactly on the strip, it wasn’t so far out to be inconvenient. The best part about it was that it was lined with bookshelves, and each booth was blocked off by another, making it feel more like a library than a watering hole. You almost forgot you were in Vegas when you stepped in.
“Yeah, this is definitely a Spencer Reid place,” you said as you took the final swig of your wine, the glass you’d ordered on arrival having gone down easier than you’d expected.
“How so?” Spencer said as he returned to your table, carrying the replacement drinks he’d gone to order with him.
“Come on, Spencer. I’ve never seen the inside of your apartment but I’m sure it’s just this place with less furniture and more books.”
“Y/L/N, are you profiling me right now? Because that sounds pretty close to profiling?” Spencer teased and you rolled your eyes at him, grabbing your next drink from him and giving it a stir - the wine was good but at the price per glass you’d decided maybe cocktails were the thing for tonight.
“Besides, you did mention wanting to curl up with a book tonight, so I thought this bar was probably a good fit for you too.”
“Whose profiling who now, Doctor?” It was his turn to roll his eyes, and he took a sip of his drink. You knew he didn’t drink that often, but he seemed pretty open to the idea tonight, and you were absolutely glad for the company.
“Okay, I won’t profile if you don’t, but do you mind me asking you a question, Y/N?”
“Fire away,” you were playing with the stirrer in your cocktail, waiting for him to ask the question but he’d hesitated for a moment before speaking again, causing you to look up directly into his eyes.
“What’s going on with you and your mom? I don’t mean to pry and I didn’t overhear any of your call earlier or anything, but when you came in again you were all tense and you had that strained smile on your face. Then you suddenly changed your mind and decided we should get drinks so, I’m just guessing here, but you could probably do with talking about it, right?”
You let out a groan and let your head hang a bit. Yeah, you were starting to regret taking that role in the team of profilers. But at least Reid was sincere, and you knew his intentions were good. Of all the members of the team, you’d probably have described him as the safest. It was strange to think, considering all the comfort you found in your other friends, but there was just something so reassuring about Reid’s presence, the way most people overlooked him at first, how he could easily fall into his work and how you could see the cogs moving in his head as he made one genius leap to another that just made you think that everything was going to be okay if he was there.
So because it was him, you decided to talk.
“She’s just…She’s just a little much sometimes, you know?” He smiled back a knowing smile, but didn’t try to add anything and encouraged you to keep going.
“She’s been really persistent recently in bothering me about hitting some of lifes big milestones - marriage, kids, you know? And it always leaves me in a panic because though I’m pretty sure I want those things just yet, I don’t want the pressure of having them yet.” You swallowed the bile in your thoat and continued
“Everytime she says something, I feel bad that I don’t have them. And the way she talks about them its like they’re some kind of… of personal failure, that I’m not trying hard enough to catch a man or something, and I just wonder what if she’s right?” You start slow but you feel yourself gaining pace as you begin rambling, by the end you’re left wondering if Reid even caught any of that.
“I’m perfectly content living alone, but what if I’m secretly not, and I end up forty and alone and can’t even get a guy to look at me.”
“I can pretty confidently say that that’s not going to happen, Y/N.” Reid replied when you finally grabbed your drink ready to take another sip.
“How come?”
“You won’t have to put any effort into catching a man, Y/N.” Reid replied.
“You’re saying that because you’re my friend and you care about me Reid, of course you think that.”
“No, I’m saying that as an FBI Profiler that’s noticed the barman, the man on a date in the corner and the group of guys smoking outside the door eye you up since we’ve been here. And considering we’ve been doing paperwork all day, and the only change in your appearance since 8am this morning was the fresh coat of chapstick you put on while we were in the taxi, I’d think you hadn’t really put that much thought into what you look like right now.”
“You’re exaggerating,” and you really believe that, until you turn to look at the guy on the date and see him avert his gaze from you quickly, and you realise there might be something in what he’s saying.
“Okay, but that still doesn’t mean that I need or want to hear those things from my mother.”
“Y/N, take it from me, mother’s can be complicated.”
“God, I feel so stupid talking to you about something so trivial with my mom, I shouldn’t be doing that, we’re here to have fun.”
“Y/N, its okay. I can do the mommy issues talks, I’m perfectly qualified, but…” he trails off and grabs his drink for another sip and you find yourself hanging off his words begging for him to bring you more comfort and spoken caresses.
“But what, Reid?” you finally ask, as you realise he’s dragging this out on purpose to tease you a little.
“But how about a distraction instead? Have you ever been in a Las Vegas casino with a man that is banned from gambling in most of them?” He wiggled his eyebrows a little as he asked that and you giggled again, grateful for the reprieve from the serious talk.
“That doesn’t sound all that fun, Spencer.”
“Oh yeah, it’s not, but we could always use those vouchers we got as a token of appreciation earlier in the bars and drink some pretty fancy alcohol?”
“Spencer Reid, you are finally speaking my language.”
“I’m still speaking English Y/N, but if you wanted me to switch to russian or some other language, I could accommodate that depending on your linguistic preference.”
“It was a joke, Spence, now let’s get out of here.”
With that, he stood and dramatically offered you his hand like a gentleman, placing your hand in the crook of his elbow when you took it and guiding you swiftly out of the sweet bar. You were with Spencer, your safe friend, close work colleague and probably the least likely member of the BAU Team to get into trouble in a bar in Vegas. What’s the worst that could happen? You thought, as you took a final step out into the humid night air of Las Vegas.
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The first thing you noticed in the morning was the pounding in your head, and it was pretty much the only thing you noticed for quite some time. When you managed to finally unglue your eyes, the second thing you noticed that this definitely wasn’t your room. The third thing you noticed was the gaping hole in your memories that explained how you possibly could’ve ended up wherever it was that you were. Or really any memories from the night before at all.
Letting out a quick groan you sit up in bed and take stock of your surroundings. Although the layout is different, you quickly recognise the interior matches the hotel you’ve been staying at, so you’re thankful that you’re at least somewhere relatively safe, and most likely in familiar company. The room looks to be neat on the whole, but there’s obvious signs of a drunken escapade strewn everwhere - two champagne flutes and a drained bottle, the contents of your purse spilt onto the chair in the corner, some random balloons in the corner you must have picked up somewhere in a drunken stupor, your clothes discarded in a trail to the bed.
That last one wakes you up a little bit more, and almost embarrassingly, you look down at yourself and see your lack of clothing, pulling the covers of the quilt closer to you as you feel yourself flush.
Fuck.
There’s a shifting in the bed next to you, and you look down in horror to see exactly which member of your team got you so plastered last night. You try to move to see who it is, but theres a tightness around your wrist and you’re pulled right back down into bed. You look down at your arm, and that’s when you realise you’re really screwed.
There, around your wrist and restraining you against the bed, is a set of handcuffs. FBI standard. The insinuation flames your face as you whip around to see which close friend and coworker you maybe - possibly - hooked up with last night, too embarrassed to look at your hand any more.
Luckily, your mystery man shifts again, and you catch sight of the nest of brown curls right before he turns over to see you, so when you finally meet the eye of Doctor Spencer Reid, you don’t scream in surprise.
“Y/N? What are you doi-” he cuts himself off as he lets his eyes trail down your body, quickly noticing your state of undress and pulling himself up into a seated position. He is similarly disrobed and it takes all of your strength to pull your gaze away from his bare chest to look literally anywhere else, your face practically flaming now.
“Spencer, would you mind helping me out over here?” you manage to squeak out quickly, as he does his best to avoid your eyes. “I seem to be a little stuck?”
That draws his attention back to you, and he finally notices the strange position of your arms and the handcuffs keeping you pinned to that spot in the bed.
“Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry, fuck,” he quickly pulls on the pants he discarded by his side of the bed and scrambles over to you, tripping over once in his haste.
“Do you know where the key is?” you ask as he arrives at your side again, your free hand clutching the sheets over your breasts like your life depended on it.
“If that’s my pair they should be in the safe in the nightstand with my creds, give me a second to look.” After a second, he reaches the aforementioned safe box, pulling it open. He roots around inside it for a few seconds and then he spots something ad you watch the blood drain from his face.
“Spencer, what’s wrong?” you spit out quickly, tongue still heavy, and lips probably still swollen, from the night before, so you trip over the words a little. He pulls out the keys from the draw, and you let out a sigh of relief, but you’re still tense as he reaches back inside the draw and pulls out something else.
“Y/N, there wouldn’t happen to be a ring on that hand would there?” Spencer still isn’t looking at you, still staring intently at whatever else is in his hands. You try to angle your head to look, but between the restraints and the fact that Reid had turned his back to you couldn’t quite see what it was.
“What? No, I don’t wear a ring on this hand-” you cut yourself off abruptly as you look down and see it. There on the fourth finger of your left hand, the one that is still chained to the bed by your partners handcuffs, is a ring. There’s a ring on your ring finger. You just woke up in Las Vegas with no memory, in your coworkers room, naked, with a ring on your ring finger.
Your heart drops to your ass as you snap your head back around to Spencer, who finally works up the courage to look you in the eye.
“I think you should look at this” he stutters out and finally presents you with the other item he pulled out of the draw. Your jaw drops open and the pounding in your head turns into a continuous buzzing as you see yourself presented with a marriage liscence. Pinned to the corner with a paperclip is a polaroid picture, and you recognise yourself and your clothes from the night before, with the addition of a veil and bouquet, your arms slung around Reid’s neck as he pulls you in for what you can assume was a pretty passionate kiss.
“Y/N I think we got married last night.”
For a second you could’ve sworn your heart stopped. This was not happening, not to you, not right now. How stupidly drunk could you have gotten to have actually gone and married someone you weren’t even dating. And considering your current lack of clothing, it was dawning on you that you had probably done a little bit more than what was in that photo.
“Spencer unlock these handcuffs right now, so help me God,” you breathed deep and screwed your eyes shut, hoping that wihtout the distraction of the glaring lights you’d be able to remember some of what you’d done last night, but nothing came to you.
Reid, for what it was worth, got you unlocked quickly. You winced slightly as you pulled your arm away from the position it’d been in for however many hours.
“Sorry, I’m so sorry, I should have undone those last night, I don’t know why I didn’t, I’m usually pretty good at remembering stuff like that.” Reid rambled, running a hand through his hair and pacing slightly at your side of the bed. You pushed yourself up and watched him for a minute, just looking at this man who was now, probably, your husband.
Your husband.
You shook the thought from your head and cut his rambling off quickly.
“You put me in these?” you asked, just desperate for any clarification on any of the events of the last 24 hours, not fully grasping the implications of what you were asking until Reid was looking down at you with a flushed face and a mouth gaping like a fish, struggling to find the words to say.
“This is my hotel room. Those are my handcuffs… I kind of just assumed…” he trailed off the thought and you were right with him, the embarrassment heating your face just as much as it had his. You found it hard to meet his eyes the, and dropped yours to your lap.
“So you don’t remember, either?” You almost sighed in relief at that. If even a genius with an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory was in this state after a night of drinking, then you really couldn’t be blamed for getting so drunk you married your coworker and most likely had some pretty kinky sex with him, remembering absolutely nothing on top of that at all.
“Do you need me to grab you something to wear?” he asked as he looked down at you, letting his gaze trail probably a little bit too low for a little bit too long. You grew heated under his stare, as your body reacted, and you realised how easy it must have been to fall underneath him last night if this was how you were feeling from just one look.
But you pulled yourself out of those thoughts quickly, and it seemed that so did he, as he began grabbing clothes from the floor and handing them to you, turning away as you started getting yourself into a semi-decent state.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you heard Reid mumble to himself as he made his way around the side of the bed, and in your concern for him, you called out.
“Anything specific those curses were for, Spence? Because I know this isn’t exactly the most ideal situation, but four Spencer Reid swears in a row is a cause for concern.” You tried to joke, hoping to relieve some of the anxiety of your predicament.
“I can’t find…” he started and then dragged a hand over his face, trying to wipe the exhaustion from his eyes. “Y/N, I think we didn’t use protection.” You could see him panicking now, and for a second you thought of joining him too, but you crossed the room and grabbed his arms.
“Spencer, look at me, it’s fine. If we did end up�� doing that, I’m on birth control, and we probably have time to grab something extra just to make sure, right?” he looked down at you then and after a moments hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you.
“I’m so sorry about all of this, I’m so stupid for suggesting we go to that casino bar last night, I don’t know what I was thinking. You even said last night that this wasn’t what you wanted for yourself, right now, god I’m an idiot, you don’t deserve this.” He buried his face in your neck and held you tight, and you pulled yours up to his back, rubbing circles into his skin slowly.
“Spencer, listen to me. I can think of noone I would have rather had a shotgun Vegas marriage with, okay? This isn’t your fault, we were both drunk, and I’m sure a Reid who was thinking straight could give me some kind of statistic about inhibitions dropping with a certain amount of alcohol.”
“A study in the United Kingdom found that there was an increase of risky sexual behavior in young people who had participated in binge drinking, including unprotected sex with a new partner and the use of emergency contraceptives and I’m not sure why I’m still talking when that was probably rhetorical, right?” You smiled at his panic, finding him just as endearing as ever, even in this predicament.
“What I’m saying, Spencer, is that we’re going to be okay. This isn’t the first time someone has gotten married in Vegas on a whim. Hell, this isn’t even the first time it’s happened to someone on our team. In a sense, this was a very traditional wedding.”
He groaned into your neck again and you laughed up at him. Sure, you were panicked still, but just having him in your arms there sharing his honest feelings with you instead of bottling it up and leaving you to deal with it on your own in your head too was doing you a world of good, and you found the words you used to reassure him soothing you, too, in turn.
“Here’s what we’re going to do. One, find the nearest pharmacy. Two, find whatever Elvis-inspired love shack wrote that marriage license and figure out if it’s actually legally binding. Three, avoid all of our coworkers until 2pm. How does that sound?”
Reid pulled himself out of your neck then, and you were almost sad at the loss of that warmth near you.
“It sounds like I made the smartest choice of a wife I was ever going to make,” he smiled down at you.
“Oh you got jokes now, Doc? I see.”
“Thought I should let you know all my deep dark secrets now we’re married.” You shared a laugh, and standing there amongst the debris of the night before, despite all the mistakes, you knew you were safe, and that the two of you would always be safe together.
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mapi leòn as a girlfriend is the type to …
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gf!mapi is the type to … ramble on at bedtime, the clock ticking away into the early hours of the morning but she can’t sleep, so she decides you can’t either as she goes on and on about anything and everything. “do you think mermaids exist?” “what if the world is going to end but the government just don’t want us to know?” “should i go blonder?” “we need to book that vacation tomorrow before it’s too late.”
gf!mapi is the type to … beg you to let her tattoo you, she just won’t give up no matter how many times you tell her you’re not looking for a tattoo yet. she assures you she knows what she’s doing, she’s even drawn out a few ideas for you without you knowing. she just really wants to be the one to give you your first tattoo.
gf!mapi is the type to … get clinger, the more exhausted she gets. after a gruelling training session, or an intense match, the woman is hanging off you any way she can. her arms linked with yours, fingers intertwined, hand on the small of your back, arms wrapped around your waist with her chin resting on your shoulder and her favourite of all: getting a piggyback ride back to the changing rooms.
gf!mapi is the type to … be the first person to jump on you to celebrate when you score a goal, whatever type of goal it is. a simple tap in that didn’t take much? she’s all over you. a long range shot that hits the top corner beautifully? she’s cradling your face in her hands with the cheesiest grin on her face. you get the match winner in an important game? her arms are wrapped around you like you might disappear if she doesn’t hug you hard enough.
gf!mapi is the type to … be almost brought to tears when she sees how well you and bagheera bond so quickly. it’s no secret that, that cat means everything to her, and if you didn’t get along it wouldn’t be the end of the world but she’d be upset that her two favourite beings weren’t clicking. but she doesn’t have to worry about that. not when she returns from the store and spots the two of you cuddled up together whilst taking a nap on the sofa.
gf!mapi is the type to … take an excessive amount of pictures of you till her camera roll is 80% you (& bagheera). she’s always snapping photos of you, even if you’re doing something as mundane as folding laundry. she thinks you’re the prettiest girl she’s ever met, and she makes sure to remind you everyday. you cringe at some of the pictures when she shows you, some of them not being the most flattering. but she just playfully swats you away, grumbling under her breath with a frown. ‘stop being mean to yourself before i get it printed out and stick it on the living room wall.’
gf!mapi is the type to … miss you so much when you have to go on international duty. you’re never usually gone for long unless it’s for a big tournament, but she counts down the minutes until you’re back almost the second you leave. phone calls, texts, facetimes and social media interaction’s just aren’t enough for her. she needs to have you back with her in person asap.
gf!mapi is the type to … buy your football shirt and wear it proudly with the most adorable smile on her face. she has every barcelona shirt with your name and number on the back, wearing it whenever she would come to watch the team whilst she was out with injury.
gf!mapi is the type to … talk about the two of you getting married so casually, as if it was inevitable. she’ll randomly suggest places for your honeymoon, ‘venice would be nice wouldn’t it? or would you prefer somewhere colder?’ or she’d point out decorative bits and claim that would look nice on the table during the reception, as if you were already engaged.
gf!mapi is the type to … be annoying at the most inconvenient times. you could be watching a movie that you’ve been dying to see for weeks, and she’ll start fidgeting beside you, which eventually leads to her talking your ear off, and then suddenly she’s tugging on your arm and poking you, and trying to tickle you because she’s unhappy with the lack of attention she’s receiving.
gf!mapi is the type to … comment the stupidest things on your instagram posts. she’ll do it sat beside you, giggling away to herself as if she’s the funniest person in the world. you’ll post a picture of yourself during a training session, and no sooner than five minutes later there’ll be a ‘working hard or hardly working? 😏’ comment appearing. you have to fight the urge to delete it.
gf!mapi is the type to … paint your nails for you when you’re struggling to stay between the lines, especially when you’re using your non dominant hand to paint. she’ll take over for you when you ask, her tongue poking out whilst she concentrates, taking her job very seriously.
gf!mapi is the type to … argue with the ref until she’s red in the face when you get fouled, and the ref decides it was a clean challenge. her arms are thrown around as she tries her best to not raise her voice, absolutely appalled that the ref is letting the player get away with the foul on you with no consequences. she’ll make sure you’re okay, and then target said player for the rest of the game.
gf!mapi is the type to … have you try new skincare products with her. she’ll buy a big package of different lotions and oils and creams, eager to try them out and get her skin gleaming. but she wants you to get in on the action too, the two of you will have plenty of self care nights which include taking stupid selfies with face masks on and a lot of kissing.
gf!mapi is the type to … make sure you know how much she loves you everyday. she’ll make sure your favourite foods are stocked up in the house, she’ll give you a foot massage whilst you watch tv together, she’ll call your name just to say ‘i love you’ every so often, she’ll give you her jumper to wear the second she suspects you’re getting chilly, she’ll randomly message you huge paragraphs about how much you mean to her when she’s feeling a little sentimental. she’ll make sure you never question her feelings towards you.
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Christmas Vacation! *********************
Pierre Gasly x femreader!
You and Pierre go on your first Christmas vacation together, but unexpectedly, you lose Pierre in the city.
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yourusername: London at Christmas is just magical!
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username1: favorite couple in my favorite city!
username5: you look so cute together! please, never break up!
username3: would you take Pierre to your hometown?
username12: SO CUTE!!!!
username9: I need a photo of Pierre and y/n at Buckingham Palace ASAP!
username4: I swear, you're the cutest couple in the whole world!
username6: YES!! MY PARENTS!!!
pierregasly: love you!❤️
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username90: Power couple!
username7: best couple!
username8: love you!!!
username29: beautiful as always!
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pierregasly: Have you seen this woman? She's short and has brown long hair. Also, she responds to the name y/n, and she can be a little angry. I lost her at the city's market... but I found this cool friend!😎
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username1: Not Pierre posting on Instagram but answering y/n's texts!
username8: he's a dead man.
username2: Not Pierre taking a photo with Lewi's wax figure and y/n freaking out 'cause she can't find him😂
username4: that's why they're the best couple!
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lewishamilton: 🧍♂️
username3: LEWIS COMMENTING!!
username5: yep, Pierre's dead. Lewis and y/n will kill him.
username10: 'not tag?' - lewis hamilton.
username71: Pierre committed a crime. He must pay for it.
yourusername: PIERRE GASLY!!! I WILL KILL YOU!!!
username8: what have I said? He's dead. username6: 100% confirm. username34: Pierre, run! pierregasly: 🙀🏃
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"PIERRE GASLY, I WILL KILL YOU!" you screamed while opening the door of your hotel room.
You were angry at Pierre and Lord, he will be dead. You both were shopping at the city's market when you got distracted for only one second, and Pierre disappeared. You searched and searched for almost two hours, but you didn't find him. You also sent him texts and called him many times but without a response. You were so pissed off. This is beyond a joke! You were desperately looking for him, and he was in the wax museum taking photos with Lewis! You'll kill him without a doubt.
"Honey... how are you?" he asked with a nervous smile.
"I hate you!" you told him, falling on the bed.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't want this to happen, but while you were distracted by that salesman, I got distracted too by a baby goat," he explained, sitting by your side.
"A goat?" you asked him.
"Yes. It was the cutest goat I've ever seen. Look, I took a photo," he said happily while showing you the photo.
"I can't believe it. I freaked out because you got distracted by a goat?" you said in disbelief.
"It was a cute goat!" he tried to defend himself.
"Alright. It was a cute goat," you rolled your eyes. "But, why didn't you answer my texts and calls? Do you have any idea of how worried I was? I almost have a heart attack!"
He gave you a little smile and hugged you. You relaxed in his arms and started exhaling his smell. Thank God for putting him in your way. You loved him more than anything in the world.
"I'm so sorry, mon amour, but my cell phone died after my photos in the wax museum. I know I should've called or texted you, but I was so happy to see everything that I completely forgot about you. I'm so sorry, it won't happen again. It's a promise." he kissed your forehead.
"I forget you, baby. I love you, too. I was so scared to lose you." you said rubbing your nose against his cheek.
"Let me make up to you. We'll have fun tonight," he gave you one of his smiles that tells you you won't sleep.
"Merry Christmas, lover of goats!" you laughed while pulling him near your body.
"Merry Christmas, my future killer." he kissed you.
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Time for some dreamling crack! I apologize for the length, it got out of control. Destiny is done. He's just done, okay? He's had enough of his parents who were never there, siblings who are constantly up to some shit, and his ultra-serious job with no vacations. Moreover, being constantly chained to a book (especially when it's such a huge and heavy book) sucks. So, one day he makes an ultimate decision to go on a holiday into some remote galaxy for a century or two, but first, he needs to complete one task that he actually assigned to himself. Technically, he's not supposed to intervene and all that cosmic bullshit, but he's Destiny, and that's his destiny, pun intended. He's the CEO! The year is 1389. Destiny calls Death and tells her they need to go to Dream asap. She's surprised and slightly worried but obeys without questions. Dream is even more surprised - Destiny normally never visits, so the circumstances must be exceptional. Which they are. Destiny is in no mood for pleasantries and gets straight to the business, informing Dream that he needs to get laid for the common good. Dream bluescreens, and so does Death. 'I beg you pardon?' Dream blinks. Destiny never jokes, and he must have misheard… But Destiny, in his impassive, 100% serious tone, repeats that Dream does need to get laid. To prevent the deaths of thousands of dreamers in the 20th century, to prevent the grudge with hell, to save multiple dreams and nightmares, etc., but ultimately, to save himself from the ill fate. 'All this can be prevented if I get laid?' Dream's metaphorical head is spinning. 'Yes,' Destiny deadpans. 'Okay...' Death interrupts cautiously. 'Why am I here, though?' 'Because he needs to get laid regularly, and there is only one human who can handle this task. He must be made immortal for this reason.'
Dream feels like the Dream.exe file has been irrevocably damaged. 'I need to get laid regularly?' He repeats weakly. 'Brother, you know how important my function is. I have no time for-' 'This is exactly why you meet your doom in all the futures but one.' '…where I'm getting laid?' Destiny nods. Death beams. Dream pales to a previously unexisting shade of white. Without further ado, Destiny takes them all to the White Horse, buys some ale (his vacation mood starts to kick in - he expected more objections from Dream), and nods at one table. 'Robert Gadling. He is the chosen one.' 'Brother, you surely do not want me to lay with a mortal who has fleas and hasn't bathed for Delirium knows how long,' says terrified Dream. 'I surely do. Fleas are the least of your potential problems, little brother.' 'Alright.' Death says. 'Robert Gadling is immortal now. Can I go?' Destiny nods again. Death smiles and, before disappearing, loudly whispers to Dream to invite her to the wedding. Dream glances one last time at his brother and approaches Robert's table. If this is his destiny...and it's for the greater good of the universe and dreamers...Besides, this Robert Gadling is quite handsome - well, unwashed and smelly, but handsome still. Destiny is very pleased. Now, he only needs to sign up Desire for a few millennia of uncancellable therapy, and he can go drink his cocktails in a galaxy far, far away!
I love this, thank you so much for writing it all out. It really made me chuckle.
I'm absolutely obsessed with the idea of Destiny just getting really sick of the universe and all the bullshit that it contains. He's the equivalent of a harassed middle aged working parent attempting to keep everything under control and inevitably watching it all go to shit. He deserves such a good vacation, I hope there's a really good spa in the galaxy he's picked out.
Being the oldest sibling is hard, even when you come from a family of cosmic entities. And honestly? Destiny kind of likes the look of his new human brother-in-law. If this guy can keep Dream from going off the rails then that's wonderful, but the fact that he's cute? Also helps. Destiny may be blind but he is not immune to the Hobpropaganda. He's actually kind of not dreading the next family dinner? He can already see that it's going to run a whole lot smoother with Hob around the table.
But first: bottomless mimosas in a different star system. Bye, losers!
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... so what do we know about the Clash? (pt. 1)
The answer is still not a whole lot! But we did get some extra context surrounding the very first mystery we all caught on to surrounding the missing houses. I did some re-reading for this and noticed some stuff about the MC's curse I'll probably put into another post. Tumblr is being a bitch about word/text count so, I'll have to divide this into a few parts, but for now, here is part one of just the facts as stated in game.
WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS THROUGH EPISODE 5: HOTARUBI. PLEASE INTERACT WITH DUE CAUTION.
The Facts
The Clash is first mentioned by name in Chapter 10 of the Prologue after Professor Nicholas takes MC away from the Chancellor's Office to be treated in Mortkranken. Cornelius starts talking to himself having noticed that all of this is happening on the day of the entrance ceremony: "General student house reassignments today, prophecy research and Clash clean up ASAP..." We learn at the start of Hotarubi's Episode that there are three defunct dormitories: Dionysia, Ultio, and Clementia leaving seven intact dormitories. Kaito tells us that the general admissions students are sorted "during their orientation." He also tells us ghouls are very rare, and that where they go affects the power balance between houses.
General Admissions students are normal humans, all houses except for Obscuary and Jabberwock have general admissions students, but Kaito tells us that "The academy stopped general admissions for Jabberwock recently..." meaning that they did have General Admissions students at one point. We also know from both Cornelius's lines and the records MC finds at the beginning of Hotarubi's episode that general students were reassigned to different dorms at the beginning of the year. Kaito also tells us that Obscuary is not a dorm you get in via the weighing of souls even if you are a ghoul, and that there is a rumor about their Dorm Captain ("their captain is the one who-"). Obscuary is not referenced by anyone we speak to in the main story ever again, nor are the rumors about its Captain. I suspect this will be revisited in their Episode.
The MC is being housed in the Cathedrale Terminale. Cornelius tells us "It was vacated quite recently." The dormitory resembles a medieval church and is referenced as having statues, benches, and a pipe organ. Before the cats arrive to do repairs, MC remarks that it looks like "something went on a rampage in here" as a lot of the furniture is broken as are the statues. When Jiro and Yuri come to give MC her check up, Jiro tells Yuri that MC is staying "in the old Clementia dormitory." Clementia is mentioned in passing in Episode 2, when a Vagastrom student references needing them for exorcisms, and then again in Episode 5 when MC finds a list of defunct dormitories and reassigned General Admissions students. The dormitory's name is the same as the roman goddess of mercy and clemency. This is something of a theme with the three missing dormitories.
Dante is the advisor for Frostheim and Vagastrom. He is a new member of staff, just having been hired this year and assigned to the two most difficult dormitories in the school. During the Clash, Alan Mido, the Dorm Captain of Vagastrom believes that he killed him. Dante is aware of this but does not seem to hold a grudge against Alan. Leo seems to find this assignment suspicious and doubts that Dante is his real name.
Jin Kamurai is the Dorm Captain of Frostheim. He has not been seen by most professors, including the previous Frostheim advisor, for around half a year according to Hyde. Kaito tells us that the rumor is it has something to do with the Clash, he describes it as a skirmish that he was able to stay out of but "everyone ended up with some trauma after that... Until last year, that guy was the definition of a charismatic leader." It is revealed to us throughout Episode 1 that Jin has lost his ability to use his stigma without the MC's help.
His Vice Captain, Tohma Ishibashi, was in Vagastrom until the middle of last year, meaning that we can reasonably line up the events of the Clash, Tohma transferring to Frostheim, and Jin losing his stigma as happening around the same time. The relationship between Jin and Tohma reads as a bit more tense than initially thought to me, Tohma is playing a role and Jin is very aware that he's being used, though he does not seem aware to what end. We also know he is looking for a spy, and cooperating with Alan. He asks him to "not draw more attention to himself" before apologizing, I assume about Luca's actions at the start of Episode 2 when he barged into the pit. All of the dorms are eager to not rock the boat with Darkwick more than they already have. Tohma specifically has put in a lot of effort to maintaining a good relationship with Darkwick's staff, which allows him use of specific artifacts like the skeleton key he uses in Episode 1. We will see this same skeleton key used by Haku in Episode 5, implying the staff has the same level of trust in him.
Whatever happened during the Clash seems to have made Frostheim deeply unpopular, especially with Mortkranken and Vagastrom. Haru says that he specifically is unpopular with Frostheim, but it seems like he might have just meant he doesn't get along with Jin as no one seems to do that. Except for his sugar baby MC. Switching dormitories is something you need special permission for, but the Clash seems to have resulted in a wide scale shuffling of power as we have several references to dormitory swapping between the ghouls. Which brings us back to the topic of the missing dormitories.
In Episode 3 when Haru falls unconscious from not taking care of himself, Nicholas and Hyde discuss Jabberwock's active mission. Hyde asks Nicholas about using the Dionysia kids. Specifically he asks Nicholas if he "found" those kids, implying that they very much have been missing. It is not referenced again until Episode 5 when the MC finds the list of defunct dormitories, we do not know when it was disbanded, why its ghouls went missing, or why Nicholas would be unable to assign them missions. The dorm's name is a reference to a festival held in honor of the greek god Dionysus during which multiple theater performances and poetry competitions were held. It is also the name of a flowering plant.
The final missing dormitory is Ultio, which is first mentioned in Episode 5 when MC finds the list of defunct dormitories. We learn later on in the Episode that they were tasked with running the prison in the middle of Hotarubi's lake. The dormitory's name is a reference to the roman goddess of vengeance. Both she and Clementia are considered abstract deities, and related to the reign of Julius Caesar. The roman emperor was thought to need to balance the vengeance of Ultio with the mercy of Clementia, as Ultio is very specifically tied to feelings of anger and Clementia acts of kindness. Whether or not this means anything to the actual story is unverifiable, but I thought it was interesting and since it is a fact it goes here.
We learn more about the spy from Taiga in Episode 4. He specifically says that this spy is out to make the ghouls look bad. he asks the MC if she "would rather stay ignorant and keep letting him fool" her. This could mean that the MC has already met the spy and Taiga is aware of this, but given the man's memory issues it's more likely this is a figure of speech meant to fire her up. Moby tells the MC in Episode 5 that the Hotarubi ghouls are hiding something, and to be wary of them but well. There's like three other things that could be referring to: Zenji (my beloved), Lyca (which I doubt since he and Cornelius seem content to let the poor boy rot), and Subaru's true stigma. It could refer to the spy too of course, but there's too much other stuff going on in there to know for sure.
It is never stated in game who this spy is spying for, or what the ghouls believe his motives to be. Just that he is out to make the ghouls look bad. In Episode 5 the concept of being "Pro-Anomaly" is mentioned for the first time in reference to Hotarubi, with the rumor being that Subaru is keeping a dangerous one as a pet. From this we can assume that part of the divide between ghouls and general admission students is their views on how the anomalies should be treated. This is further enforced by the explanation we are given of Article 78.
Tumblr is being fussy and cutting me off from my beloved bullet points, so I'll have to type up the stuff about the Laurel Crown, Ritsu's findings, and the Institute in the next post. But for the TL;DR of this one: The Clash likely happened during the middle of last year and it is unclear how long it went on for. At some point, three dormitories were disbanded and their students were transferred to other dorms. There is a spy amongst the ghouls who they believe is out to make them look bad, and at least Tohma, Alan, and Taiga are aware of this. And finally, there is a degree of distrust between the Ghouls and the School that seems to have been sparked by how they treat captured anomalies.
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Hey Sol! 💫
It's the dessert question anon. I know this prompt doesn't really fit in the current situation but, later on, can we please get something with Arnie and Matt? We got all the other interesting or rather unconventional pairings like Hector and Matthew, Seline and Hector, Arnie and Seline, but we have yet to see those two truly interact 👀
Btw I don't think I have seen this emoji around, but if there is another anon who signs with this, please let me know and I'll change it asap!!
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Haha that's a nickname with fun context. Dessert is all yours!!✨️ Thank you for the prompt💙
This is also the 💫100th💫 fic and the official start of the vacation arc🏖
100. Airport troubles
"Remind me why I have to tag along with you guys again?" Arnie said for like the third time as they made their way through the airport.
Matthew was walking behind him, so he rolled his eyes openly. God, the kid was a handful.
"You wouldn't want to get dragged into pup training, would you?" Seline said quickly. "This way, Isaiah can train Rip on the way, Dylan can learn some tricks and since Hector graciously offered to help-"
Oh yeah, Hector was oh so gracious. Maybe he just wanted to avoid the fucking airport.
Honestly, Matthew didn't know why he wasn't in the car either. He could help with training Rip? At least with the sparring part? And who was going to look out for Isaiah during the 4 day drive it took to Bulgaria?
And he could have skipped the crowd in the hall.
Though Seline picked the earliest flight as possible—they were already at the airport at 4 am—it was still crawling with people. Happy families, crabby teenagers, loud babies.
Matthew's skin was itching. He couldn't help rolling his shoulders back repeatedly and it took all his strength to not jump everytime someone bumped into him or walked too close on accident.
The only way to avoid people completely at Vienna Airport would be by climbing the ceiling.
Another elderly man bumped into him, nose almost touching his phone screen, eliciting a shudder from Matthew. Why didn't he ask Isaiah to roll his shadow for the flight? This was torture.
Seline's hand suddenly hooked around his elbow and she leaned her weight against him. "Look, that's our control check that way. We'll be out of here in no time."
Arnie also wore a constant pout, grumbling about not getting first class and being left out when his brothers were having fun.
Matthew suppressed a sigh as they got into the queue. Trying to be nonchalant, he leaned over to take a deep breath of Seline's ozonic grapefruit scent, the air brushing against her silver blond hair. An ancherpoint of familiarity in the sea of chaos.
"You'll get your cabin bag up on the stripe yourself. They will only touch it when they move it forward. Once it goes through the box, it's all yours," Seline said, side of her face brushing against his shoulder.
Matthew glanced towards Arnie, flushing a little. "I know." He had seen movies with airports before.
Arnie snorted. "What? You have never been to an airport before?"
Matthew flushed a little more. So he never had a reason to fly, big deal. Airports and stations and everything crowded was a challange for wolves. He preferred to drive, bike or take empty night trains over flights any day.
"Shouldn't you have gone with the pups after all?" Arnie teased as he expertly unpacked his laptop and tablet and ereader out the bag. Why did he need so many devices was beyond Matthew's understanding.
Seline had a delicate frown on. "Don't be mean now. Matthew didn't have proper wolf training in his pack."
Which didn't make Matthew feel any better. Arnie gave him another ridiculous look as he moved forward to get through the security check.
Matthew quietly fumed his way through the procedure, partly comforted and partly emebrassed by Seline waiting for him and hanging herself on his arm again.
"I have saffron drops for nerves," Seline whispered in his ear.
Matthew nodded tightly and looked away. He wanted to be able to do this on his own, no meds needed. Though Seline was their local medical expert, she also liked using lots of herbs and drops and natural remedies like teas and leaves whenever she could.
It would probably help. He could try taking it when Arnie was out of earshot.
They finally made their way to a row of chairs near the right gate that wasn't open yet. Since Bulgaria was Seline's family favourite destination she moved around the airport with practiced ease. Her parents even offered them to borrow three apartments they rented over the summer next to each other for free.
Matthew promptly collapsed on the chair nearest to the window, taking deep measured breaths.
Seline sat beside him, watching like a hawk. Her hand was firmly planted on his forearm.
Arnie eyed them critically. "You gonna be buzzkillers the whole time? We have at least a whole hour left. Let's get some breakfast."
Seline bit her lip in consideration. "We can get food and eat it here together. I'll bring you a croissant, Matt?"
Matthew grumbled, wishing Isaiah was here. Or anyone who would offer to get the food so that Seline could stay sitting like this next to him, shielding him from the masses of people.
Arnie's eyes glittered knowingly, but the snide twist to his mouth betrayed he wasn't up to feeling any sympathy.
Arnie wasn't a person to offer anything, even if he caught the hint. He was observant, Matt would give him that, but for all his insight and knowledge about wolves, he still opted to be provocative and mouthy instead. He knew how hard it made things and he still did it. What was up with that?
Was Arnie really that mad for not being able to go with his brothers, taking his anger out on them?
At least Hector was blunt and predictable in his remarks and challenges. Matthew could get behind that. Isaiah was a generous caretaker from his soul. None of them seemed as petty and jealous as Arnie.
"Meet you here in 20 minutes?" Seline suggested.
Arnie scoffed. "Not much time is that? I wanna check the boutiques and get a good coffee."
"It's half five in the morning," Seline said.
"All the more. We had to get here at this crapy hour for Mr Second here. I don't wake up before 10, thank you. If I am to function I need a frappe."
Fortunately it didn't take long for Seline to return with a plain croissant and some tea. She didn't mention Matthew stayed at the seats, sitting on his arms to keep his jumpy reaction and shadow in check.
Matt felt guilty for the service, but immensely thankful to have something in his stomach.
Arnie took way more than 30 minutes to get there, sporting a large transuclant plastic cup inside another one with the frappe and melting ice.
Seline wrinkled her nose. "You had two?"
Arnie shrugged. "How else do I survive? Maybe they will have coffee on the flight too."
"Did you at least eat anything?"
"No hungry. And what's that to you anyway? I'm 18, you know?" Arnie said in a tone like that really made him an adult.
Spoiled little brat. How did someone rough like Hector even manage that? Matt was definitely throwing that in his face when they saw each other.
"The gate just opened." Seline was squinting on the far away timetable screen, one of her hand resting on Matthew's knee. "We have priority seats, so we can go sooner if we want...but maybe you better enjoy the view a bit longer?"
"I'm gonna be fine. Closed up spaces aren't a big deal."
"Yeah, but there will be lots of people. Though the priority seats also mean we have more leg space and you can sit by the window-"
Matthew smiled, his hand coming to rest on top of hers. "Sel. It's fine. Thank you."
She nodded, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "You are doing great for your first time. I'm proud of you."
Matthew rolled his eyes, feeling his cheeks turn red as his hair again. "Don't-don't say nonsense, there is nothing to be proud of."
"If he was half his age, maybe," Arnie added. He sat a few seats away from them, fidgeting with the empty cups with jittery fingers.
Seline rolled her eyes and stood up. "Last bathroom break. I'll be right back."
Matthew had to chuckle at how she couldn't look at either of them as she said it, trailing away. Still so easily flustered about such things.
A loud rumbling gurgle caught his attention then. Since people lined up to the gate, it was just him and Arnie left in the row by the windows.
Arnie sat hunched over himself, staring at the ground like he was trying to burn it. He kept licking his lips, rocking back and forth a little.
It was Matthew's turn to snort. "Bathroom break for you too? So much coffee on empty stomach was so adult of you." Not that Matt never made that mistake.
"Shut up," the blond said. His earlier pouty high attitude burst like a balloon and he got pale as a sheet in just a couple of minutes.
The kid rocked back and forth again, shaking the backpack off his shoulders and hugging his stomach with both hands. "Ow, okay, that hurtsss."
"Stupid," Matthew said, leaning back in his seat. "You better hurry up before you shit your pants. Plane's leaving soon."
"Asshole," Arnie said. His blond curls were sticking to his forehead with sweat. He shot up to his feet, leaving his bag behind and sprinted towards the bathrooms.
Matthew grinned to himself, pleased with how fate got back at the kid for him.
...it wasn't that funny half an hour later, when the last call for passengers appeared. Matt and Sel stood at the gate, looking around themselves in hopes of spotting Arnie.
"Damn this timing," Matthew complained, Arnie's backpack now thrown over his shoulder beside his own. "Think you can talk with the attendant to wait a bit more?"
"Can't hurt to ask. But we better not split up anyway. We can always take the next flight."
"And let the tickets go to waste?" Matt grimaced. "No way. I'm gonna drag that kid over. Just don't fly without me."
He left the bags at her feet and made his way to the bathroom, glad he knew which one Arnie went to.
When he entered the surprisingly large white room with rows and rows of stalls, he was greeted with the horrible retching sound and a liquid splash.
"Arnie? You in here?" Matt headed to the stall with the noise, knocking on it.
"G'way," Arnie groaned.
Matthew sighed. "No can do. Come on, kid, we're gonna be late."
Another loud belch and more liquid splattered inside the bowl. Matt pushed against the door experimentally, finding it open.
Arnie was hunched over the toilet, a large sweaty stain in the middle of his back. The foul smell had Matthew's hair standing up.
He crouched down behind the boy, trying to get a glimpse of his face. "Still bad?"
"My stomach's fucking killing me," Arnie whined in the most undignifed manner, spitting into the toilet. His nose and eyes were running, his face a mix of liquids.
"You can sit at the plane and heave over an airsickness bag too. You can't have anything left there, it was just the coffee-"
Arnie's back heaved violently at the word and he gagged over and over the bowl like crazy. A meager but chunkier gush came out. He suddenly pitched to the side.
"Fuck, no you don't-" Matt was glad for his reflexes as he caught Arnie from behind.
"...dizzy."
"That's some serious sugar low," Matthew grumbled. It felt awkward to touch Arnie. He felt very strange to Matt's shadow and he wasn't exactly thrilled to be sitting in that small space with him.
Matthew gathered some toilet paper and handed it over, steadying Arnie with a hand on his shoulder.
Arnie blinked at him in confusion, accepting the papers and blowing his nose loudly. He was very noisy for his small stature.
The big green familiar eyes in the foreign face felt even weirder to Matthew.
Arnie moaned pathetically, letting the crumbled paper fall on the floor and curling around his middle again. By the loud growls it was making, even on empty it was still plenty upset.
"Want some water?" Matthew tried.
Arnie gagged at the mention, pressing his chin against his chest. He shut his eyes again, face drained for colour even more.
"Shit," Matt muttered. He flushed the toilet then brought the larger towels for hands, cold with wet water and pressed them against Arnie's forehead.
"J-just go ahead. I'll catch up. Next flight's in six hours and I have-" he burped, eyes still shut, "I have the money, it's fine."
Matthew rolled his eyes. "That's what you would deserve, you little prick. Whatever. Not gonna leave you like this. You absolutely sure you can't go yet? It'll probably let up in a bit."
Arnie shook his head. "C-can't. My insides feel like they are about to fall out."
Matthew grimaced and nodded. "Okay. It's fine. I'm gonna text Sel about, ehmm, the situation. She probably has some herb drops to help, if you want."
Arnie opened his bleary red-rimmed eyes. "You really don't have to stay."
"Shut up. Who do you think I am? Ain't gonna leave Isaiah's little brother behind when sick."
Arnie snorted, face relaxing a little. "Not cause Hector would have your head?"
Matthew scoffed. "I'm not afraid of that idiot, stupid."
#sickfic#nausea#emeto#vomiting#whump#hurt/comfort#finally have these two interact lol#🍰anon#hair ruffle included!#my writing#Arnie
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Just had a hilarious idea for a fic that I'll probably never write but here goes...
Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie take a business class together their senior year and as a group project they have to create a viable business plan with budgets and projections, the works
As a joke, they decide to do a topless maid service but, after researching and looking at the numbers, they realize they could actually potentially make a lot of money at not a lot of expense and in order to open the book shop they eventually want to own, they'll need a lot of capitol and preferably not to be bogged down with loans so they decide to give it a go
Cassian is one of their first clients (because of course he is) and the tension between him and Nesta is 🔥. So Cassian makes a contract exclusively with Nesta which brings them all a steady stream of income so they agree
After hearing the story from Cass, Mor calls in out of curiosity and when Emerie shows up, she too draws up a contract.
Then there's Az. He hasn't heard about this particular service yet but his mom just called saying she got some vacation time and is coming to visit and oh my god his house is a mess. He needs it cleaned ASAP but he's too busy with work. Cassian, being the 'good friend' that he is, gives Az the girls' contact info
"They do some truly amazing work" he says. But of course leaves out some pertinent information
They have some punny name that doesn't immediately make it obvious their services are unique so though Az balks a little at the price Nesta quotes him, he knows it last minute and he's desperate. He agrees.
"Just so you know, I work from home, so I'll be there working in my office. I hope that's ok."
Nesta is confused because usually the whole point of these services is to be seen but "Yeah, of course it's ok"
I'm sure you can see where this is going
Nesta and Emerie have exclusive contracts so Gwyn is up. Az is a little confused when she shows up in a tank and tiny shorts but whatever, Cass said they do good work. He lets her in and is alarmed when, after explaining what all he needs done, she starts stripping...
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Happy Saturday Lovely Fandom. We’ve reached the S3 finale. I can’t believe it. I thought it would take forever to get to this point tbh. But here we are ha I mean the extended hiatus helped me get here since we've got non season time to fill lol Why I started these. Anyways LOTS of goodies in this one. After last couple of desert eps it is most welcome. We all know why this one is so damn good and iconic. So let’s not delay off we go.
3x14 Threshold
We start the ep out strong. Watching Lucy getting settled into her persona Nova Lin. It’s a great cold open. Harpers V.O paired with all these shots of Lucy. The V.O. is of her meet with Nyla before she went under. Going over her character and her current situation with Nova. Nyla saying her backstory will be fully papered. They won’t be a need to question where she’s been and why.
Having her camp at the grossest and most sketchy hotel in the city. This adds to her financial desperation she needs to sell. That she’s deep in student loan debt and recently released from prison. Needing a cash flow infusion ASAP. Harper asks Lucy what the number one rule is for UC? Lucy tells her no case is worth her life. She will always have the option and opportunity to pull the plug if needed.
If things go sideways to defend herself or run away. Then with some hesitance in her voice she says ’There is no shame in running away…’ her voice betraying the words she is saying. That no quit becoming very prevalent. Lucy very much does not like this option. Harper reminding her of what her objective is. That she must ignore misdemeanors around her unless it advances the case.
Harper also adding policy, procedure and the law are her objectives. She can use deadly force to defend herself and others. But it’s best to talk her way out of a sticky situation. Also letting her know that it’s possible nothing ever happens from this. That Salonga may never make contact. That she just got a paid vacation to the Hep C motel. That waiting around is tough, but even when she is bored and nothing is happening she can’t ever let her guard down.
I do love these shots of Lucy. She goes from adorable blanket burrito, to bored, to bad ass keeping up on her training, back to adorable Lucy. These were such a good set of flashes of her time waiting. Harper reminding her that if it ends up happening she will need to do everything right. One wrong word or look and she’ll be dead. How our cold open ends. Heavy but in the best way.
Lucy arrives back at her room and sees her safety tape has shifted. Someone is in her room. Looks like they’ve watched her long enough to know she’s legit. She enters the room and 3 men are there. Clearly Salonga’s men waiting in the wings. The main heavy is his brother Dahrio. Lucy tries to play it off like she doesn’t need them. That whatever their reason for being in her room is that it's a hard pass.
Smart of her to pretend like she doesn’t want to be involved again. That it isn’t worth the risk to her. Tells them she doesn’t want to be apart of the leaky operation. It got her arrested before so she’s good. They let her know the leak has been plugged. One of them spilling the beans it was Sato that was killed. Eesh ..Lucy keeps up the avoidance game saying she doesn’t want to know that…or them.
Dahrio says she most definitely wants to know them. Looking around the room noting the financial state she’s in. Knowing Nova needs the money after her arrest. Their backstory working beautifully for her. They’ve been watching her making sure she wasn’t a rat for the cops. Cooking for them will at least get her paid. Lucy doesn't budge much with her answer. They don’t give her much choice in the matter after that. Saying she’s going for a ride with them for business.
Lucy asks where? A tinge of nervousness in her voice. Dahrio doesn’t disclose where or what. They just point a gun at her and make her leave her own. Lucy being the smart human she is asks to grab a coat. It's in the closet where she has hidden her secondary piece. She pulls off hiding her second gun. Unfortunately her phone is taken. Her only contact to Harper is confiscated. Lucy tries to talk her way into keeping it. Sadly it doesn’t work. It’s turned off and left behind in the room. Leaving Lucy’s only contact to her life behind….
She is driving them to the undisclosed location. Letting them know how not ok this is. Dahrio telling her to relax. They’re only picking up what they need for the cook. Lucy knows that really means stealing it. She wants no part of this. Even tries to say she has a contact who can get them right stuff. It’ll just take a few days… They turn her down saying they don’t have that kind of time. Lucy is smart and speeds and makes a car swerve when she sees a shop. Begging for them to pull her over.
She has no idea it’s Tim and Jackson. Only that she knows it’s a fellow officer who can help. Once they're pulled over she see's it's Tim/Jackson. Her anxiety shooting through the roof for their safety. The worry is written all over Tim's face when they pull behind them. The way he says her name. *heart clutch* The instant worry in that sexy jawline is prevalent. Jackson asks what they’re gonna do? Tim says treat it like any other stop. But they’re not gonna run anyone in that car. Except we all know this isn’t going to be like any other stop.....
Some beautiful things about this scene other than the glorious touching and flirting (It’s shameless really and I LOVE it) First we get to watch how damn good Lucy Chen is under pressure. It’s flawless really. She assess's the situation really quickly. Then deescalates the gun happy psycho to her right. He wants to pop Tim and Jackson in broad daylight. Lucy tells them before they start shooting cops let her try something first. That she's never gotten a ticket with flirting. Lucy commands this moment. Has absolute control.
This is incredible to watch. Because both of their lives are at stake in this moment. Tim has no idea what he’s walking into. Only that it’s Lucy and he’s being as alert as possible. That's how put together she is. Tim doesn't even realize they want to hurt him. I talk a lot about how Tim has grown and he has. I’m so proud of him. I want to also commend Lucy and the growth she’s made as well.
To watch her go from an unconfident indecisive person to the calm bad ass in this scene is phenomenal. How making a decision under pressure used to send her into a tailspin of epic proportions. To this moment now. Lucy is calm through out the entire interaction. Communicates to Tim everything she needs while the two dopes in the car are none the wiser. Hell they're even a little impressed. Just so proud of our girl and how far she has come. Not only as a kick ass cop but as a person. Wonderful to watch her beautiful growth.
The second beautiful thing about this scene is the glorious silent communication going on here. It’s their go to. A default function between them. The one thing no one else can touch let alone understand but them. This beautiful bond they’ve built to this point saves them both. Lucy is communicating everything she needs through looks, touch and her double speak. Tim is understanding everything she’s throwing his way.
No confusion or him trying to catch up to her. It’s immediately understood what is going on and he rolls with it. Doesn’t miss a damn beat in this interaction. He is out of his mind with worry though. The jaw clenches he’s doing alone scream that. But don’t tell me he wasn’t enjoying this flirting of Lucy’s. Just like Lucy’s confession in 3x09 his replies here have a kernel of truth attached to them. The way she touches his hand and he looks down. Catching her play. I can not. This scene will always make me squee.
It’s that glorious smirk of his that is so telling to me. Like yeah if they gave into their attraction not a doubt in his mind they would have "Fun." Tim is totally ok rolling with flirting to keep her cover. He just has no idea him flirting back is saving his life. Just a natural reflex if you ask me. They flirt so much as is it's really second nature to them. So effortless and smooth.
I do love how he studies her every move in this scene. The way his eye flick to her hand on his. How he’s communicating right back with his own replies non verbally. If you needed further proof of the amazing chemistry Eric/Melissa have it’s right here. Soak it up and enjoy people. We could not be luckier they are our couple.
You can tell how much it’s killing Tim to leave her with these men. They can't drag this out any longer. So he tells her he's going to let her off with a warning. Look at the way he refuses to break eye contact her as he starts to leave. It's so intense and full of worry. The way he glares into that car afterwards. Phew lord. If looks could kill they’d all be dead. That wasn't gif'd but hot damn he wasn't happy about this situation. Lucy gloats to Dahrio after saying 'See Cops are easy. Just have to know how to play them.'
Tim immediately calls Nyla afterwards. Reporting exactly what they saw and who she was with. Harper deciphers Lucy’s code for Tim. Saying she was telling him she was with Salonga’s brother, the supplies clearly the ingredients for the cook. They have to let them rob their ingredients without interfering until it's done.
Tim finds out Harper has lost Lucy after the robbery at the warehouse. The airship arrived too late to track her. They even switched cars and left the other one behind. Nyla has to calm Tim down. (well she tries) He is in full panic mode with her missing. Harper attempts to calm him down with some logic. Letting him know if it's too much she'll pull the plug. Tim doesn't buy that logic for one moment. He knows Lucy too damn well.
Telling Harper even if she is in over her head she won’t quit. It’s not a gear she has and he knows it. Nyla tries to quell his panic again saying she will take her temperature at their check in. Tim telling her to call him right after. Not in a bit RIGHT after. Man is beyond worried and won’t let his anxiety rest till she calls him. I love him staying up till midnight just to hear about her check in. Not like he's going to sleep with all the worry/anxiety anyways. What either of them don’t know is her phone is gone…
We get us some more worried Tim and I’m here for it. Plus he’s in plain clothes. Please sir can I have some more? Mm mm. He is in full freak out mode now. Lucy missed her check in. No amount of logic is going to help. Not even Nyla can slow his roll now. He’s so very worried she’s dead and if not she’s cooking which isn’t good either. Meaning if they don’t get to her before it hits the streets she is in trouble. Breaking the law trouble.
Which Tim knows she won’t let happen. Which worries him further. Because Lucy is going to try to stop it herself then. Or die trying... You can see the worry and panic has now spread to Nyla too. Look at her face. Harper doesn't scare easily. Both of them are worried about Lucy. Even though she is a BAMF, that will only get her so far without resources or backup. Tim’s biggest UC fear for her. To be alone in a fight like this. Death breathing down her neck and having to battle her way out without him.
Lucy is trying to elongate the process of cooking. Buy herself some extra time for them to find her. Dahrio isn’t having it. Tells her to have product done by sunrise or she’s dead. Unfortunately that means she has to deliver. She’s in an absolute panic the next morning. She watches her product get loaded. Trying to find another way out. She reaches for her gun then sees a phone left out.
She grabs the phone but is interrupted by Dahrio. He complains the batch isn’t big enough. Lucy sasses him and says the lab he provided her with wasn’t big enough. He gets aggressive and asks why she’s telling him this now? Lucy continues to be mouthy. Telling him she didn’t feel like having this conversation. Then he hits her and I wanna straight kill him for it. Tells her he’s done with her. She back tracks and apologizes.
Says been a long night. That she’ll make him more if he needs it. He tells her fine but it’ll just be her and his right hand here. The rest needs to hit the street. Lucy says it should all go out together. He questions why? Before she can answer they hear gun shots. One of his men stumbles in and dies. Lucy grabs his phone uses Face ID to get to open. She gets ahold of Harper and lets her know her location. Tells her La Fiera is there before her men arrive.
Lucy holds her own really well with La Fiera. Telling her she has skills she will need. La Fiera is bemused by Lucy’s confidence. Asking her if she wants to work with her? Lucy replies it’s clearly her best option…She isn’t sold yet until Dahrio tells her Lucy is capable to make the rest.
La Fiera then looks at Lucy closer saying she recognizes her. Lucy tries to play it off. Saying she’s a nobody. They hear cavalry arrive and Lucy dispatches of her guard quickly. Such a bad ass god I love it. Tim is apart of the rescue effort. Love him saying ‘ I thought you said she needed to be rescued?’ LOL Trying to pretend he isn't worried.
When they arrive Lucy has her gun pointed at La Fiera. Her man incapacitated. Fantastic. She doesn't need rescuing but them showing up made it easier haha Lucy asks know they got to her so quickly? Not that she is complaining at all. Tim adds in when she didn’t check in they contacted the chief. 400 cops spent the night looking for her. Amazing.
We end our episode at Angela's wedding. Lucy comes up to Grey and Harper at their table. They both compliment how pretty she looks. Grey tells her triumph suits her. She thanks them both for believing in her. Harper tells her worst part is coming. The adrenaline crash. That Monday morning she’s back to patrol. Transients and noise complaints. Lucy says she kind of missed it. We then see her eyes pan to Tim. We all know he is part of what of she really missed. Let's be honest.
What cracks me up is how she bee-lines to Tim the minute she see's him. Abruptly leaving Grey and Harper in the dust. He takes top priority. Their reactions are the best part. Harper isn't in the least shocked about her shooting over to him. She's even a little amused. Grey seems a little confused then realizes where she is headed. These are the moments where EVERYONE knew before they did haha Straight bailing on her boss and mentor the minute she spots her person. She is in search of the tall drink of water that is her former T.O.
Can’t say I blame her look at that man. He is oozing sex in that black tux my god. He can wear the hell out of a suit and even more so out of deliciously fitted black tux. *fans self* Imma need a cold shower just looking at him. Love to climb him like a damn tree. Swing around up there. Sinfully handsome in black. *ahem* Anyways… They lock eyes and make their way over to one another. That raw magnetism they have for each other activated. Always drawing them to one another. Crowds be damned.
We then see the most blatant and obvious elevator gaze from Tim. I love that this flirtatious look was all Eric’s idea. Makes me so happy. Oh captain my captain. Doesn’t even bother hiding his attraction. Subtle as a hammer. The man is checking her out completely. Takes his time drinking her in. Has no shame in the game. This is a family event sir LOL Also your boss is mere feet away from you all. You’re literally having eye sex with Lucy in front of everyone Timothy. Everything from their looks to their dialogue is just dripping with innuendo and I'm here for it. Just look at them above.
You know part of his attraction is how damn impressed he is with her. Lucy being everything he always knew she could be is everything to him. Also we all know how attractive he finds her being a strong kick ass woman. It's a turn on for him he won't dare admit to. Lucy breaks his gaze and the flirting begins. Telling him nice suit. Nova would approve. Tim saying Nova was a little thirsty HA Yes she was but Tim you are looking mighty parched yourself right now.
Tim doesn’t miss a beat in his praise her of. (how far we've come with this kind of thing) Commending her for not only her first op, but taking down two major traffickers in the process. The sheer reverence in his tone. Goodness. The amount of heart eyes he is throwing her way while he says this. Phew lord. Once again you two are not alone Timothy. The amount of UST in this moment is unreal. They are both projecting it so much right now. The loaded looks and smiles I'll never be over it.
The ‘Not bad’ encompassing so much. Lucy takes it in stride for the most part. Also throwing massive heart eyes in reply. Telling him 'Thank you.' with a minor blush on her cheeks. Lucy is flushed by his compliment and walks away before she implodes with glee. Tim is clearly not done with her yet. Or this flirt of theirs. I love him being the one to go for it. Which we all know he does later on as well in s5.
He almost doesn’t say something then musters up the courage. You watch him take a beat first. Contemplating if he should. Tim represses himself for a moment then fights against it. He’s slick af asking her to save him a dance. Making sure to make eye contact with her. Then walks away leaving her giddy and stunned. Her smile when he asks is EVERYTHING. She’s not expecting it but is delighted about it. 🎵Started from bottom now we here 🎵 haha
Tim must’ve been riding high off this wedding, her accomplishments and that dress. Kinda like how I was when he was in plain clothes last ep. Made me compliment Nolan for god sakes LOL It’s making Tim bold af. Asking for her to save him a dance with that smoldering look. oh my. Setting up that electric hug in 4x01 with some flirty foreplay beforehand. Sweet lord. She’s so cute in her smile when she walks away. Melissa's expression is perfection. She's in shock at first then excited about the prospect. Fully accepting his flirty energy before rejoining the crowd. Gah SO GOOD. Quite the tease to end the season for them. Good precursor to S4.
Side notes-non chenford
Sad they don’t get to really have their wedding due to La Fiera.
Also VERY sad this is Jackson’s last ep. Will not be fun writing his departure.
Still can’t believe we’re done with s3. What a trip. Shall head into s4 next week. I love that season so very much. Thank you to all who support these reviews means the world to me. Every like, reblog, and comment bring me so much joy. Shall see you all in 4x01 :)
#Caitlin Rewatches The Rookie#chenford#chenford hiatus#fall rewatch#waiting on s6#s3#3x14 Threshold#the rookie 3x14#otp: doing my job#otp: you know me so well. too well.#otp: some things matter more#otp: you did good#tim x lucy#lucy x tim#the rookie#tim bradford#lucy chen#eric winter#melissa o'neil#tim bradford x lucy chen
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SUMMER SIZZLE
Pairing: pre-outbreak Joel Miller x Reader
Summary: You and your husband Joel had an argument a couple of days ago and you need to get laid asap.
Word Count: 1.1K
Warning: SMUT, slight age gap (10ish), teasing, established relationship duh!, idk what else i can add to be honest
A/n: this is sort of like a drabble-one shot, it was something i thought on a road trip, so is doesn't have a great back story. I'm trying to improve myself so bare with me if you're reading this. And also, i apologize for grammar mistakes or mistakes in general, in advance. Hope you enjoy!
You and your husband Joel are on your way to your vacation, Sarah sits in the back seat while you sit silently in passenger’s seat. The song on the car radio plays and Sarah joins the song to, at at least slightly break the ice between you and Joel, you smile at her but apart from that there is not a single sound. You and Joel had an argument a couple of days ago and you still don’t talk to each other. You throw glances towards his thick long fingers on the steering Wheel, trying to contain your thoughts but can’t stop. Because of that silly argument you had, you couldn’t get laid properly for three days. He also throws glances on her legs, your dress is short and reveals your thighs, in a normal day he’d be caressing your thigh. He missed fucking you dumb, he missed overstimulating you. You drive in silence for three hours and you arrive your summer house. You give Sarah her luggage and ask her to organize her stuff, then you go to your bedroom to do the same.
While you put your clothes to the drawer Joel comes from the bathroom, wraps his arms around your waist. You make a huff noise, trying to play it cool. “Leave me alone Joel, i’m still mad at you.” “I know that much darlin’. But you should apologize, it was your mistake” He caress your pussy through your dress, sending a shiver down on your spine “I’m not doing that, you are gonna apologize.” “You can’t deny that this pussy needs me. I don’t think you can resist too much.” He laughs, he is right obviously but telling him is not even an option. “Yeah, right.” You mutter in a sarcastic manner. He nestles on your neck, starts kissing it lightly. His cock is up against your ass. As if it knows its place, sits in between your ass cheeks. Her breath picks up with the feeling of his semi hard cock. “Joel leave me alone, i have things to do. And you better apologize.” “This is my way of apologizing dear, you better find a way to apologize as well.” He mutters and slightly bites your neck. You whimper with the feeling that washes over you. He doesn’t do anything just rubs his cock to her ass which is enough for you to get soaked. You feels ecstatic. He doesn’t even do anything, just rubs himself against you. One of his large hands find its place on your tit, lightly squeezing, playing with it. You throw your head back, rest your head against his chest. “Joel” you whine. “Joel, i need more.” You whine, “I didn’t hear an apology darlin’.” You press yourself against him to get a little bit of a pressure which makes Joel moan in return. You can feel his cock is throbbing against you. “Say the words honey, say Joel i’m sorry, I've been a brat, please forgive me and I'll bend you over this drawer. Hm?” His words intoxicating but you’re way too stubborn for it. “N-not… mhmm gonna… happen.” Though the thought of apologizing crossed your mind you’re not giving in right away. “Hmm, is that so? then why forming a coherent sentence take your ten minutes.” He chuckles. “Fuck you Joel.” You reply back, a little bit frustrated by the situation that you’re in. The slight pressure of his erected cock up against your cheeks drives you both insane. “It’s gonna happen darlin’ just say the words.” “You know that i will not.” “Oh, you will my pretty princess, you just need a little pressure.” You decide to play it back and start rubbing yourself up against him he growls in your ear while sucking your neck. His warm tongue sliding up and down on your neck, he’s humming against your skin. “Such a stubborn brat, maybe i should punish you? Hm?” you’re startled with his words, his words excites you. He has never done that before, your cheeks warm with the thoughts that you images in your head. He smirks. “Is that what you wanted baby? Was that the reason, you wanted a punishment?” “No, but it does not sound so bad.” You laugh, he laughs as well. He pulls your dress and exposes your panties, and slips them down as well. You are relieved that he doesn’t tease you anymore, but he does. He presses himself you more when his fingers toy with your clit. He is fully clothed and your bare ass is exposed.
“Joel stop it, just give me what i want already.” “No” he says sternly, it is not his usual tone. You are surprised but also turned on by it. “Oh, come on. It is not that deep also, i didn’t do anything wrong, you did. So, you should apologize.” “Darlin’ you know that is not true.” At this point you both don’t know who is to blame, it seems ridiculous. But you’re both being stubborn. When the pressure he applies gets too much to handle you decide to give up, you don’t even care. “I’m sorry.” You mutter, “What was that sweetheart?” he chuckles. “Oh shut up old man! You heard me.” You reply grumpily. Soft chuckles from him fills the room. He unbuckles his belt, you’re finally getting what you’ve waited for. He frees his cock, the tip slightly touches your ass, he growls. He is as eager as you are. You both were waiting to get laid for three days because of this stupid argument which you don’t even remember at the moment. He slowly pushes the tip, you gasp with the familiar feeling. You want him to feel you up. “Gonna put a baby inside you.” He whispers in your ear while wrapping one of his arms around your waist again. You take his hand from your waist and suck his index and middle finger. He shudders with the feeling, readies himself to push more into you.
But you hear footsteps, Joel gets out of you hastily and tries to hide his hardened cock behind a pillow that he grabs from the bed and leaves you feeling empty. And you try to fix your posture, pull your dress down when Sarah knocks on the door. “Hey dad, i was looking for you everywhere, i need your help for something.” She says behind the door. “Okay babygirl, i’ll be with you in a minute.” He says and sarah leaves the room. He whisper’s your ear. “Don’t even think about doing something without me. We’ll continue when she’s asleep. Also, don’t think i accepted your half ass apology.” Then gives a squeeze to ass before leaving you all alone in their bedroom. You stand still with the achy emptiness.
#joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#the last of us#joel miller hbo#pedro pascal#pre outbreak!joel#tlou hbo#joel miller x y/n
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We had a friend's wedding to attend this weekend, with bachelorette events leading up to it starting Tuesday evening. It was nice to get out of the house and have things going on, but coming home to an empty house was really sad. It's always been, "yeah it's a bummer the vacation is over, but now we get to go home to Theo and he'll be so happy to see us." And now the house just feels lonely instead.
The bachelorette events were a LOT and I struggled a bit being around so many people, especially since so many of them were new to me. And being around a huge group of mostly Nigerian people feels even more anxiety-inducing because there's just a whole different attitude around timing, planning, expectations, etc. The other husbands stayed back til Friday and then flew down in time for the welcome dinner that night, but Ken flew down with me on Tuesday so instead of staying in the house with everyone I stayed in the hotel with him. That was nice - I could go participate in all the events but I had a little place to retreat to and get some quiet.
The wedding day itself was crazy! Nigerian ceremony in the morning, then American ceremony and reception in the evening. For the Nigerian ceremony, they hired someone to tie all the women's geles (the headpiece), and told us the night before to come to the venue a little early for that, like at 10 for the 10:30 ceremony. But then I woke up at 8 to missed calls from the bride's sister and messages saying "can you come to this hotel room right now to get your gele tied? there's about to be a backlog and we need to get everyone done asap." Ken and I were staying in a different hotel ~5 minutes away instead of the main one (booking issues) so it was a panicky way to wake up. Makeup has to be done first, so I basically did my makeup while still half asleep and Ken got us coffee while I did that. Then we rushed over and waited in line to get my gele tied.
Since we rented a car and most people didn't, we went to the other hotel to pick up our friends before taking them to the venue. There was brunch-y food available before the Nigerian ceremony. It was mostly what I would expect for brunch foods, with the addition of some things I'd never had before (moin moin - a bean pudding - was the most notable). The ceremony started an hour late, and then it went on and on. There was a lot of the groom's side praising the bride's side and requesting that her parents give her up. Then eventually the groom and bride had their own processions in, and each of them had a bit of ceremony with the other side's family. It was a lot, and by the time we left I was pretty pumped for a few hours of pajama time before getting ready for the American ceremony.
The American ceremony also started an hour late, and it was the most religious ceremony I have attended, including several that took place in churches. There was a full sermon, plus prayers. So many prayers. Every time I thought they'd prayed over this couple as much as could be done in one ceremony, there was another prayer.
By the time we finished the cocktail hour and made it to the reception, my goal was to stay until the dance floor opened. Then I revised the goal to stay until cake, since I knew there was another outfit change and grand entrance before they would open the dance floor. We made it to the dance floor opening, but just barely, and left with screaming headaches since neither of us thought to bring earplugs and the DJ was all up on the microphone, with the speakers at max.
Ultimately, it was lovely and wonderful, but I think I spent a lot more time feeling anxious and also physically uncomfortable than I did enjoying it. And now I'm really glad I have no more close friends with upcoming weddings.
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@glamourstarters
I been working non stop these couple of months trying to get to start my own law firm so we can really focus on prison reform, went to the White House to talk to the Vice President about it which i think we made some good progress there, not to mention all the new stuff with SKIMS and obviously working on the Kardashian reality show with my sisters and i'll be honest here okay but bitch is tired like that's me just talking about work i also have four kids and keeping up with they after school activities is enough to break someone they all do things so different from one another, North is taking dj classes because she wants to be a music producer, Saint goes to soccer class because he wants to be like Lionel Messi one day, Chicago is doing theater school because she has the dramatics from her mother and Saint just started Taekwondo classes, anyone else feels like they need a vacation asap? i swear i am like five seconds from jumping on a plane towards a nice quiet beach where i can drink by the pool and just relax for a few days but honestly sleep also sounds so good right now.
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