#i need play new delicious emily game

[farizrz]

I'd been fool (me), and you've been childish (to PB)

[allys-diary]

stories i om-nom-nom'd :: april 2024 (week 2)

I honestly didn't nom through too much because this week was mostly spent on my 'main' blog which is by the site's terms my side blog but let's be real, that's where I'm most active, it's my main blog 😤 Anyways, most of the week was spent reading through my friends' and fellow writers' stories and progressing my Tumblr TBR, writing my own stories, and also downloading and posting all the photos that came out this week from the events that Tom Hiddleston attended (legend has it, I'm still downloading).

As always, spoilers, thots, and thoughts all under the cut

documentaries

The Antisocial Network

I wasn't expecting this to take the turn that it did, documenting the butterfly effect of the creation of 4chan and how it snowballed into January 6, 2021. I ended up liking this a bit more than I expected going in, but I also have a little bit of an opinion…some of these guys really shot themselves in the foot revealing themselves to be a part of Anonymous because now…well they're kinda the opposite 🥴

Quiet on Set: Breaking the Silence

The check in with the people that were interviewed felt like a necessary part of the entire process, but honestly…there was something in the vibe of this episode's execution that felt off to me. It was like the host was putting on a performance like they were filming in front of a studio audience and the tone just felt like it was too chipper if that makes sense? Like you're supposed to be checking in on them and asking them how they've felt since the documentary came out and how their lives have been since, so why are you sounding like you're reading them today's headlines? Like I can't believe I'm even saying this but Trisha Paytas did better--

It just felt a little heavy-handed to me, but I can get behind the concept of having this follow-up episode that addressed the absolute garbage fire of a video that Foot Man put out into the internet trying to do damage control but honestly should've just been titled "Dan Schneider digs his own grave even deeper for 20 minutes straight".

books

games

Delicious: True Love

Stage 5, Day 1: Emily arrives back home to her restaurant/apartment in Snuggford and the poor beb's so heartbroken and hyper-focused on that, that she doesn't even notice there's a big gaping hole in the middle of her restaurant, with a burst pipe making an accidental water fountain. Patrick only sees her going upstairs to unpack and assumes that her trip went well and basically declares to her family and her best friend that now that she's got her love and she's happy, there's no more reason for him to stay.

Dude no, we've officially entered idiots in love stage. 😩

The day ends with Emily sobbing the second her mom goes up and checks in on her. I'm gonna say one more time for good measure, if OG story Jean-Paul has zero haters, I am dead.

Stage 5, Day 2: Emily's parents are worried about her since she hasn't come back down from her apartment, and Francois gives her some tough love telling her to at least show up for work because he won't make excuses for her absence. Nothing much happens on this day, since she goes straight back upstairs when the shift's over, other than her mom Evelyn basically saying she should have meddled in the beginning by never giving her the letter to begin with.

All I'm gonna say is…remake Evelyn is definitely the better Evelyn 🥴

Stage 5, Day 3: Patrick reveals that he's moving to New York since his business is growing and the new shop's gonna need his attention. Then Angela, Emily's little sister, shows up with puppies and asks her all about Paris, which causes Evelyn to shout at Angela rather than just calmly tell her that it's a sensitive topic (Clear to see where Evelyn's playing favorites). Angela leaves the restaurant but instructs one of the puppies to stay behind with Emily, which kicks off our side quest for this level where we call back the pup when he strays from Emily's side.

The day ends with Emily keeping the pup with her for a day or two, and talking to her mom about what happened in Paris.

Stage 5, Day 4: The big hole in the middle of the restaurant's all fixed, and it's bringing in more foot traffic to the restaurant. Emily makes a note to call to have the floors polished, mentioning she likes the floral scent, and Francois tells her that Patrick's moving to New York. He also accidentally kickstarts the dreaded miscommunication trope because he said "something about someone needing his attention there".

Gotta love them himbo besties 🥴

Stage 5, Day 5: Emily gets to see more of Patrick's green flag status when he tends to a kid that hurt herself when she tripped, taking the kid's mind off the pain and giving her a little flower and doing a magic trick. Then he confirms with Emily that yes, he's moving to New York because "it's time to move on", and I wanna bonk some heads together all over again. Francois tells her that she and Patrick have been flirting for so long that it's like "watching the same car crash on repeat" and he tells his therapist about it sometimes, and then accidentally breaks the vase that Patrick put a rose he set aside for Emily in, scattering marbles all over the floor and giving us our side mission for this level.

The day ends with Emily turning down an offer for a girls night out, and holding on to the rose from earlier.

Stage 5, Day 6: We officially unlock this stage's Entertainer, which is Francois with Emily's new puppy from Angela. Not much happens other than at the end of the day, the previous owner of the restaurant Mr Farrell visits the place to reminisce, and he talks about his "one that got away" because he was a teenage boy that fapped over Marilyn Monroe (my words, not his). Then one day when he finally came to his senses, the girl already stopped showing up at the restaurant.

Stage 5, Day 7: Emily's heart's finally starting to heal and she wakes up realizing that her apartment's a total mess ever since she got home and started her one-woman misery party. She still has the rose from Patrick at the center of her living area, and she reads a card that basically boils down to "Emily babes wake up your true love's been right in front of you literally giving you flowers every day". Unfortunately, that last scene from the previous day feels like heavy-handed foreshadowing because Patrick says goodbye to Emily after giving her one last delivery of fresh flowers for the restaurant.

The day ends with Mr Farrell bidding Emily and his old restaurant goodbye since he's moving to Florida to stay with friends, and a regular customer Gladys walks in looking for her purse, and wouldn't you know, it's Mr Farrell's TOTGA, and she moved back to Snuggford after her husband passed away so she could be closer to family. This makes Mr Farrell decide that he doesn't wanna move to Florida anymore.

Undercover: Blood Bonds

Chapter 10: Vera clocks in for the morning shift and finds Bluejay in Club with her pajamas on, finding out that she doesn't have a place to stay so she's been sleeping in the backroom. Vera offers her to move in so she doesn't catch a case for breaking in. At the end of the shift, Jericho reveals he has mind control powers and he used them to make Crystal exit the room before he ordered Mr Smirnov to get rid of Vera because she's asking too many questions.

Chapter 11: Vera meets up with Hank at a pub called Smokin' Wheels, and he tells her that Mr Smirnov's on a mission to get her sacked. Lilly's ex boyfriend Sam shows up and Vera spends that shift trying not to get noticed by Sam. At the end of the shift, we get a flashback of Sam being overprotective but concerned about Lilly coming home late and he pulls the "you're mine" card, while Lilly walks away going "You don't know anything".

Pretty sure the cops are wrong that Sam's the culprit and it's actually Mr Mind Control with the glowy red eyes Jericho that they should be looking up.

stories to om-nom-nom next

The Tortured Poets Department

I'm already sharpening a pitchfork with Joe Alwyn's name on it.

Hello Kitty Island Adventure: Imagination Celebration Event

I have no idea what this side story's gonna be, but all I know is that they made my precious bb Kuromi the villain of the event, and ngl I'm fuming. My sweet mischievous baby deserves better 😤

That's all for this week. See y'all next week unless I fall into a rabbit hole of planning out new stories for the WIP pile because I up and decided to Phase 1 plan for a "The Tortured Poets Department Collection" 🥴🫡

[insufferablelust]

Cockwarming Don Reid with his men in the next room

Warning : Cockwarming, mob boss! Spencer, Mean dom!spencer, mention of killing, degrading name calling, filthy.. so fucking filthy, exhibitionism, literally almost fucking in front of people, mention of sub space, d/s theme obviously, and yeah.. 18+ please.

MASTERLIST HERE.

“Princess, come here.” Spencer pat his lap with a burning gaze directed to the cute little thing sat ontop of his office couch like a queen. Work days usually means no playing around, for Y/N it’s one of those days where she’d usually spend at her apartment doing her tasks or paint something for the young don.

But on rare occasions such this, where all the workload of responsibilities upon responsibilities piled on his shoulder, he’d bring her in, he’d tell her to sit all pretty, and continue to study unless daddy calls and that’s exactly she has been doing for hours now, sketching the wooden figurine on his shelf with her legs up the table and her back rests against the couch. She looks prettier than usual he thought, not that his butterfly never look anything less than amazing but she just radiates that softness, that gentle and tender touch which he often depraved himself of— being in the mob especially as the leader, he has to be on the rough rugged edge all the time, he cannot be tender and soft but he can certainly have you as his own personal reminder that not all things in life is as bad as what he has seen.

Y/N, the darling butterfly happily obliged as she stood up after placing her sketchbook down the table and make her way to where he sits on the large chair— colored burgundy red. The soft knitted knee high socks that clad her feet anxiously drags her to the edge of his desk with her fingers fumbling on the hem of her flower dress, no matter where and when, or how and why— he always intimidates her in ways that seemed to flutter her insides with pure wanton yet desirable lust, all for him.

Encased in a black suit, he sat up straight as he holds her hips before placing her down atop his lap with her back against his front, his perfect little princess. “Dressed so prettily for daddy. Haven’t seen this one before pet, did you buy them just to impress me hm?” if it were any other man, talking to you like you owe them you would flip their asses off and beat them to pulp— but when he says it, demands it, caress your soul with it— you couldn’t refuse nor deny.. not that you would ever want to anyway because yes, yes you did buy them to impress him, to make him as weak as she is for him.

She nodded shyly with a small “yes daddy” before squirming gently ontop of his lap whilst Spencer caress her inner thigh— calloused rough fingers brushing up and down her god glowing skin, intensifying all the tension that builds inside of her. Her skin prickled with heat as he inches his sinful fingertips up up up creeping upon her clothed dripping wet cunt, causing her to mewl lowly in frustration, grinding her ass back against his growing crotch.

“Daddy has so many things today pet, so many fucking things to keep you happy, to buy dresses like this one.” He whispered onto your ear, his lips pressing against your temple with his curls gazes against your heating cheek as you nod and shut your eyes tight— feeling his knuckles graze right against your clothed aching swollen clit, making you buck up your hips as he laughs behind you, chest rumbling with triumph.

“Jesus petal, haven’t done anything and you’re soaking my pants already? are you always this needy? fucking hell.” He shook his head as he keep on laughing condescendingly, whilst you writhed and squirm on his lap, your face nudging against his neck. “Please d-daddy..” Oh how he loves your mewls, your sweet sweet moans just sent all the blood from his head rushing down toward his cock— making him all dizzy and dying to feel your clutching heat.

“Shh you want Morgan to hear you, is that it? want my men to hear your filthy moans, bunny?” His words sent tingles up your spine, through your bloodstream as his fingers skillfully tear your panties apart, with you gasping— eyes as glassy as ever and mind absolutely mush with tension and pleasure. “Daddy asked you a question.” He growled, before slapping your bare wet soaking cunt few times which you respond with loud cries and squirm on his lap.

“Sorry daddy! f— please i... oh mmh!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you feel his thumb grazing innocently to your little nub of pleasure numbing nerves, flicking his thumb up and down it focusing on the rhythm as he might as well play you like his favorite instrument. “All needy and you can’t even get a proper word out, such a mindless baby.” He scoffed before slapping right on your clit multiple times.

“Ah! Ah oh! daddy!” You screamed, having no care in the world if his men heard— you knew in the back of your mind that they heard and that alone sends a new surge of adrenaline throughout your body, leaving you pliant and in need for daddy— daddy’s cock, fingers, anything just anything. “Here’s what you’re going to do, pup. You’re going to keep daddy’s cock warm whilst i do my job, if you behave like a good little girl then i’ll let you cum, but if you decided to think with your cunt and move i swear to god i’ll edge you six fuckin ways to sunday, you hear me?” You felt him fumbling with his zipper as he took his cock out, with you whining— babbling ‘yes yes yes daddy’ against his skin, eyes all droopy and fucked with your neatly applied mascara drip down your cheeks.

“Up you go pet, slide daddy in.” You shakily stand, bunching the hem of your dress on your hips before you straddled his thigh and looks down to get ahold the base of his well endowed cock— pulsing with need and heat. “Fuck, go on.” He urged you as he grab ahold of your hips before you lined him up with your sopping wet entrance and sink down slowly— down his massive throbbing length that has you moaning, panting.

“You can do better than that slut”

Smack!

“N-no! daddy please help! please i— ungh you’re too big!” You shook your head as you tried and tried to take him, all of him but everytime you sink another inch— your body felt like it’s been penetrated into a whole new level as if it hadn’t this morning or the night before, “Fucking helpless baby, look at you, pathetic and needy.” He growled before thrusting up inside you at once, forcing his thick length to slip fully inside your pumping dripping heat causing you both to moan out.

“Oh! oh mmh daddy.. shit..” You felt him deep, deep deep inside you, the tip of him grazing against your spot oh so deliciously, whilst you pant and convulse against him, clutching his cock like a vice. “Perfect little cunt, such a perfect doll for me.”

—

You’re convinced that if god was real, at this moment god must hate you for existing, must hate you so much that the universe sent you this adonis of a man to torture and blur the line of sanity and lunacy for you, torment your pleasure in mockery and sarcasm of how he stayed calm with you perched on his godly lap, panting like a puppy in heat as his thick length penetrated your insides as if it belongs there— forcing every bit of your self control over the teetering edge. You’re loosing your mind, that you’re sure of.

It has been no longer than 30 minutes but your toes have curled and uncurled themselves for eternity, your walls grew slicker and slicker each time he ‘shift’ accidentally, as you mewl and bit the skin on his neck, by the last minute of the long 30– you were trembling in order to resist yourself not to move, for the last bit of your working mind still recognized how severe the punishment would be if you were to move, the don is not one to fuck around with— oops.

Just as he stretches his hand, the knock of the door sent you into a spiraling mess, looking up to Spencer with wide eyes— all glassy and doe as you shook your head, “Daddy, d-daddy n-no..” Shivers runs deep and thrumming lively on your bloodstream as you saw his devilish handsome smirk.

“Be good and quiet, pup.” He whispers

“N-no! no daddy please! i—“

“Come in.” The sound of his voice and door cracking open has you shutting your eyes as tight as you could, face buried on the crook of his neck as he grips onto your thigh. You took a peek at the tall standing figure on the middle of his office, recognizing so clearly that it’s in fact Hotch not only that Emily and Morgan were also present, fuck— you’re fucked as you clenched hard causing the don to hiss and slap your thigh.

“What did i tell you about behaving hm? are you going to behave or should i let them deliver your punishment for you little one?” He growled in your ear, making you let out a pitiful whimper, trying as best as you could to resist the need to look at your patrons and to stay still. “No please, i’ll behave.” you muttered meekly, panting at the raging burning release that has been coiling inside your body.

“No please what? you know better, minx.” He shook his head before grasping your neck with his palm as he take a look at your messy figure. “No daddy p-please..” you bat your eyelash at him as he went in to kiss your lips with a small ‘good girl’ before getting back to his business.

“What is it?” He muttered coldly, one hand on the whiskey glass that he took a sip off every once in awhile and the other secured tightly around your lower tummy— you knew what he’s doing, the game is clear, you knew he likes to feel how you can feel him inside of you, pressing against your sweet spot and your slick canal tried so hard not to clench at the thought.

“The shipment hasn’t arrived yet to midtown, it supposed to days ago but we just heard from Garcia that the Kingsley’s hadn’t even reached out to her in weeks.” Although confident, you could tell there’s a hint of fear and worrisome latched behind Hotch’s voice, one does not fuck with your dom, one does not absolutely delay the shipment of his drugs— no no those cannot do.

“Have you traced it back to them?” The voice that rumbled against your back was eerily calm and deeper, resisting every urge inside his body to lash out— you know that very well. His fingers tighten and tighten its hold onto the glass which you could clearly see his knuckles turning white, you just hope that the poor glass won’t break.

“Yes don, Walker and Alvez went to their base and it was empty, looks like they left in a hurry.” You could feel it before you even see it, heard it, the way his blood pumps just even faster before a lound cracking of the wood sent fear and adrenaline through everyone’s bloodstream, “I don’t fucking care how many, and who’re you going to kill, but i want that fucking shipment arrived to midtown by dawn or i’ll pluck their own eyes myself.” His voice somehow rise and fell deeper at the same time, rumbling deep inside his chest which send shivers on everyone’s spine as they nod with a small uniformed ‘yes don’ before heading out hurrily— no one questions him, no one dared to speak against him, even if they know they’ll have the bloods of people (though bad) on their hands by nightfall.

His threat lives like a venom that stuck on their throat as they pursued their mission— one don does not get his hand dirty let alone going round plucking some low life mob’s eyes— or the end result could be.. would be catastrophic. These Kingsleys have one hell of a problem heading their way.

and you.. you have one hell of a raging frustratingly mad Mob boss in your hand.

—

Y/N’s head couldn’t even process the whole thing before she screamed in absolute pain when he pulled out harshly and bent her over his desk, knocking his whiskey glass onto the floor, clattering with no care in a world. Your mind begs for you to soothe him, soothe his anger yet your cunt aches and throbs with the need to let him use you— take the anger out to you, and ruin you for eternity. You’re his, and you’re ready.

“Stay fucking still.” Spencer slapped your ass harshly, causing you to jump in the position, your legs curled up for a moment as he gripped your hair tightly and grasp your neck with his unoccupied hand, “You’re going to stay still and be a good cocksleeve for me, i’m going to use you like you’re my toy and i won’t stop unless you say your safeword, got it?” His breath fans over your heated skin as you shake and tremble, your mind fuzzy with needs and mush of pleasure— blurring your absolute senses and submitting yourself fully to the mercy of his hand— his cock.

“Use your words, dumb little slut.” He hissed, choking your neck even tighter, with much force and you cried out, “Yes! yes sir, use me, i.. i’m yours..” just as you muttered out, your walls involuntary clenching at the intrusion of his cock plunging deep deep deep inside of you in one go, making you scream out in absolute pleasure and pain.

Spencer might’ve seen red— but when he delves deep inside of your tight heat, he saw the absolute heaven on earth as he begins to thrust in and out of your cunt in a brutal space, knocking his desk toppers off, and making you mewls and screams.

“Fucking tight little cunt— mine huh? isn’t it fucking mine pup?” He slammed into you over and over again as his balls hit your clit in an antagonizing pleasure whilst you writhe below him, forcing your eyes to stay open with all the power in your body looses control. “Its— mmmh ngh fuck! it’s y-yours sir! yes yes yes!” Your moans filled the entire building but neither of you care as Spencer drove his cock home everytime he sinks inside your tight pussy.

“Being such a good whore, letting me use you as my personal fucktoy, just to let my anger out.” He laughs maniacally, pistoning his hips as you clench your walls tightly to elevate the pleasure for you both, causing the room to tremble as you moan and cries out loud, “ungh yes! yes yes your whore daddy— mmh fuck me!” You could feel all the drool drips down your lips as he fucked you stupid atop of his desk but neither of you care nor have the patience to even pay attention because in his mind— the messier the better.

“Won’t be able to walk for days, pet. Fucking cunt going to drool for me everytime you see all the marks i fucking left on you.” He growled, bringing his palm over your ass before giving it a smack over and over again as your body lunges forward trying to get away with how all the friction is causing you to went into over sensitivity. But being the mean dom that he is, Spencer laughs as he pulled you back towards him by your hips. “Where are you going, bunny?”

“Please p-please let me cum, sir... ah!” You arched your back perfectly when the tip of his finger move down down down to where your swollen sensitive clit was, rubbing quickly in a fast pace just to send you over the edge, testing you, daring the orgasm out of you. “Wanna cum petal? hm wanna make a mess on daddy’s cock?” He whispered, one hand continues to rub your clit as the other focuses on holding you against him whilst his hips drives up deep— so deep that the tip grazes against your cervix.

“mmhh ah uh uh uh!” Your eyes lolled back trying to find a cohorent sentence— anything you can say to him but no matter what you’re trying to say was rendered to sinful moans and cries instead as you were right on the brink, “You can do better than that, c’mon bunny, beg daddy to cum.” he stills for a second, pressing in deep as he slaps your cheeks not once but twice— bringing fresh tears flows from your eyes.

“I.. ungh please daddy please! let me cum! been so good for you, please— want you to fill me up too.. fill your baby up, daddy!” Your high pitched voice rang an alarm through the circuit of his lust and anger laced mind, you’re slipping into your space and you’re slipping fast with your eyes just glazes absolutely flying through the realm of pleasure sensitivity.

“Good girl butterfly, such a good fucking girl, wanna cum? c’mon cum..” He whispered, before thrusting his hips in and out slowly, feeling the bliss of your overly wet and tight cunt engulfing him— milking him to cum inside, “Cum for daddy, princess, that’s it.. ohh... that’s it baby, good girl.” You cried out silently as you cum hard around his cock, muscles clenching so tightly that you sent him to release himself inside of you, thick ropes of cum paints your inside as you both moan and tremble.

“My good girl, shh thats it— best cunt ever.. that’s it, so so good for me.” He whispered softly, backing down to where his chair was pushed aside, bringing you with him before sitting down. You groaned out a loud scratchy, “daddy..” As you feel his cock shifted deeper inside of you, your eyes closed as he holds you and calms you down.

“Shh shh princess, just stay here like this. such a good girl, gonna keep me warm while i wait for them aren’t you?”

Although your cunt practically ache and scream for you to not say yes, your love and lust filled mind fogged with utter desire— just nods whining an agreeable mumble— just for him.

This will be a long long day and even a longer night.

[angellbarnes]

Forgotten Love - part four: truth or dare

chapter summary: games are always a good way to break tension, right?

pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

words: 674

series masterlist

“Dinner will be ready in five minutes, miss Quinn.”

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” You reply.

It’s been three days since your first mission. Three days of rummaging through and questioning everything you’d found and experienced in that base. Three days of being the most tense and anxiety-ridden you have ever been.

What if FRIDAY knows?

You check your face in the mirror. You make sure your room is clear and normal looking. You make sure that piece of paper is still in your bedside draw inside your favourite book - which is underneath various other books. You take five deep breaths and finally leave the confines of your room.

This has become your new routine, since that mission, that you now have to go through every time you have to leave. It’s like you can physically feel the paranoia seeping through your skin.

And five minutes later, everyone is sitting around the large dining table, devouring the delicious meal in front them. However, you’re not so hungry and haven’t been for the past three days. You all are deep in conversation, but that doesn’t take away from the uneasiness brought upon by a certain brunet glaring at you from further down the table. As you chat about Asgard with Thor, or with Wanda about both of your powers (which she demonstrated when she raised her hand, enveloping Clint’s fork with a red mist and pulling it from his grip just before he could take a bite), you always catch a glimpse of his piercing eyes on you, causing a jump in your heartbeat every time.

You let yourself relax a little more later on when everyone is hanging out in the living room, sprawled across the sofas and available seats. Bucky is nowhere to be seen. Though your mind doesn’t linger on that thought for much more than a second.

“Who’s up for truth or dare?” Tony bellows. Everyone’s head follows his voice, where he stands proudly with his arms out.

Everyone shrugs or hums at the idea, to which Tony follows up with “Wonderful! Who’s going first then?”

After a few rounds, Thor had spilled a hilarious secret about Bruce during their time on Sakaar, Nat had to lick up Sam’s neck and face, Tony gave Steve a lap dance, and Rhodey explained why Tony is and will always be the best Avenger (at Tony’s request, of course).

“Capsicle, truth or dare?” Tony narrows his eyes, the corner of his lip quirking upward.

Steve lets out a regretful sigh. “Truth.”

“Who in this room have you had a dirty dream or two about, huh?” Tony asks his question with no hesitation and Steve’s cheeks fade to a light pink.

“Oh no. That is not a question I need answered.” Nat remarks. Everyone starts laughing and you almost manage to forget about everything else on your mind.

The whole time you’d been playing, Bucky stayed in his room. Sat over the side of his bed, head in his hands. The only thing he could see was your face. You looked so familiar. But why? His mind searched and searched his broken memories, his fragmented past. He racked his brain for any single shard of who you were to him. Because he knew you were something. Someone.

“Okay… Emily. I don’t believe you’ve been asked yet. You’re not getting off that easy.” Tony points towards you with his half finished glass of whatever he was onto now.

“Truth or dare?” Nat asks.

“Truth.”

“How did you get your magical powers?” Tony slurs his words slightly. But the question still took you by surprise.

“Uh, you really want to know that?” You try and mask the panic pushing its way through you.

“Yeah, I wanna know the story. How did Emily Quinn get her powers?”

Your mouth suddenly becomes drier. How could you not have prepared for this question?

“Well, um, it’s a long story.” You rub your hands together between your legs.

“Hey, we’ve got all night.” Steve comments.

Great.

“Well-“ You cut yourself off. Only you can feel it, you realise. Someone is coming towards you all. Someone angry.

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[sunjaesol]

juke | fluff | drabble | title: voodoo doll // 5sos

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"I feel like Julie's ignoring me," Luke huffs, collapsing on the old couch. "Right?"

Alex is sitting at the edge of the loft, legs dangling, and sighs when Luke clearly interrupted his reading of the paperback. The boys stare at each other for a beat, the pouty boy not giving up his disgruntlement, so Alex puts his book down in surrender.

Poofing to sit beside him, he says, "What happened?"

"We talked at her school and then she didn't hug me!"

Alex blinks, confused. "So... she... didn't ignore you?"

His scowl deepens. "She did."

"Do you know the definition of ignoring someone?" he deadpans. "She talked to you at school, which, by the way, you should never be."

"I can go wherever I want."

"You go wherever Julie goes," Alex points out.

"I don't!"

"Then go do something right now — alone."

Luke gasps. "You kicking me out?"

Alex laughs, "I'm challenging you to get out of Julie-land, for once."

Ha, he's acting like Luke's attached to the hip with Julie. It's not like he's dependent on her, but it's just more fun to be around her. She makes the day better. Is that so wrong? So what if he tries to make her laugh during school hours? So what if he poofs into her bedroom while she's studying to tease her?

Sure, he's got a big fat crush on her, but they're first and foremost best friends. How can he not be over-fucking-zealous when it comes to his best friends?

Crossing his arms, he feigns indifference. "Sure, whatever. I'll, uh, go to the skate park. There are still record stores, right?"

Amused, the blonde nods and returns to his book, leaving Luke more annoyed and flustered than when he came in. With a snap of his fingers, he reappears in the heart of the bustling L.A. in search of excitement. He can do this! He doesn't need Julie, or anyone, to have fun!

And he does have fun. At first. Wandering around the few record stores that still thrive in the area, listening to new records and fawning over vintage ones — unbothered by customers phasing through him. He goes to Venice Beach and watches the skaters, talks to a couple of ghosts ("Gnarly waves, dude! Wish I could still surf!") and almost salivates at the smell of a delicious sandwich shop.

But that's the first few hours. Then it just goes downhill, like, really fast.

Sulking down the streets, annoyed people can't see him, wondering what his boys are up to, wondering what Julie is up to. If she's having fun, if she's bored, if Nick is trying to sweet talk her again. Luke frowns. He doesn't like that guy one bit. Too clean, too smooth, too... yeah, Nick ain't it. He hopes Julie sees that as well.

Oh, man. Is he jealous now? Should he go to her school and check? But then Alex wins! And how the hell would he even begin to explain it to Julie? "Hey, Jules! I got mad jealous of Nick possibly flirting with you. Has it happened yet?" That's crazy. He can't do that.

Finally, the sun dips into the afternoon and the miserable Luke poofs back to the studio. Alex is gone, Reggie's still out too, so all he can do is wait for Julie with eager anticipation.

When her footsteps near, he perks up.

"Hey, Luke," she smiles, dropping her backpack by the doors. "What's— oh!"

Before she can finish her sentence, he scoops her up in a warm embrace and lifts her off the ground.

Her sweet laugh chimes in his ear and he feels at ease again. Alex was right: he's fully immersed in Julie-land and, frankly, has no intention of flying back any time soon. The crush is mega fuckin' huge and he doesn't care at all.

"I'm still surprised you can hug me," she says. "It's like—" he puts her down and he catches her shy grin "—really... intense."

He grimaces. "Intense?"

"Good intense." She gently grabs his hand. "Promise."

Their hands swing between them and Luke feels himself melting. He knows he should crack a joke right now, or throw a song idea, but this is better. This is so much better.

She giggles, "What? Stop looking at me like that!"

Tugging on her hand, his head ducks to meet her eye and says, "I— what am I doing?"

Her gaze averts and she lets go of his hand, though her smile keeps growing as she goes to slide behind her piano. A breath leaves him, unsure how long he's been standing there, and collects himself.

She definitely isn't ignoring him now.

"You know what you're doing," Julie quips, directing his attention back to her. Challenge lights up her face as she leans forward. "I don't believe you don't know."

He puffs. "I swear to Eric Clapton I have no idea."

"That thing you do with your eyes? And smile?" When he doesn't react, clueless, she sits back with a shrug. "Whatever..."

"No!" He rushes forward, dialling up his smile to convince her. "No, continue, I wanna know." Propping his elbows on the glossy wood, he adds, "C'mon, boss, whatcha thinkin'?"

Julie chuckles, whipping up her phone and taking a picture of him. Confused, he cranes his neck to see if he shows up and then freezes. Whoa.

First of all, it's high definition. Not those grainy ass pictures Reggie used to take.

Secondly, his face. What the hell! Does he really make that face?

Sliding the phone towards him, she says with a smug hint, "Do you see it?"

When the screen fades to black, his heart spikes up. Reggie told him a couple of days ago how obvious he was, but he had dismissed it. But fuck, man, he really is. How is he supposed to stay suave and play along with the game of no ghost on human macking, when she's cornering him?

Shy, he says, "And... I have to stop doing that?"

She shrugs. "Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Why do you look at me like that?"

His eyes narrow. Now she's just playing with him. Bouncing around the piano, he slides into the seat beside her and seizes her up. "You– you know why."

She doesn't stop, getting all in his face — something she probably learned from him — and uttering, "I do?"

"'Course," he retorts, casual, like he isn't freaking out inside, "I always say you're a star, so..."

Connection is all he ever craves, but he doesn't think it's ever felt so petrifying as now, when Julie's expression falls into one of complete awe. When she's so close he could kiss her. When they're both nearing the sun and uncovering all that's been simmering beneath each knowing smile and harmonised verse.

"I thought... you meant it in a, like, music way," she whispers.

He shrugs, dopey. "Both."

Never the first to move away, to back down, he waits for her to react. Luke's thrown it all on the table now (or piano, really) and there's no time to regret it.

Julie's gorgeous, something she deserves to be reminded of.

And then she kisses his cheek, chaste, and dazzles him with that smile that always makes his breath stutter.

Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man...

Turning to her songbook, she exhales loudly and says, "Anyway... music?"

"Yeah," he chuckles, giddy, "I'm thinking... Payphone?"

"Yeah, let's work on the bridge."

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

@bluefirewrites @blush-and-books @willexx @ourstarscollided @unsaid-emily @pink-flame @constantly-singing @stydixa

[weasleysjoke]

Last New Year’s Kiss

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Seeing Reid in a suit at JJ’s and Will’s wedding makes you act up and tell Spencer your true feelings for him.

Warnings: smut, kinda rough sex (?, penetatrion with protection, oral (m receiving), aftercare

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: As always, a reminder that English is my third language so there might be grammar errors, I try my best.

“Everything is fine. You are having a great time and you are good, Y/N.”

Even the image in the mirror knew I was lying.

If it weren’t for a stupid doctor looking sexy as fuck in a suit, nothing bad would had happened. But Reid just had to mess up with me, hadn’t he?

There were too many things leading up to this, but it didn’t make him less guilty.

For starters, I was sexually frustrated.

My job is complicated on his own and when I was home, I didn’t feel like going out to get a new hook up or whatever. I was always tired, and relationships are difficult to maintain while you are travelling all over the country. My calculations told me that I hadn’t had any type of sexual contact with another human in 3 months, last New Year’s Eve.

That leads us to the second reason that drove me mad. New Year’s Eve.

Flashback: New Year’s Eve

Spencer and I had always had a flirtatious relationship. Well, I flirted with him and made him constantly blush. He seemed so innocent and I loved that.

Everybody in the team teased us because of our weird dynamic. Derek and Emily always joked around about how we had to have sex and end the sexual tension once and for all.

So, New Year’s arrived, and we all went to Rossi’s mansion to celebrate, even JJ and Hotch left their kids with a nanny and joined us.

I was on my second cocktail with Emily at the backyard when Derek came back of God knows where with Spencer by his side. Spencer looked extra shy that night, maybe because he wasn’t comfortable in this type of environment, so I decided to make conversation with him.

“Hey, Spence. Come sit by my side, I will make you one of my special cocktails.” I wiggled my eyebrows and got to make him laugh and relax a little.

“How about we play some sexy games?” Derek shouted like he was a frat guy and made me cringe.

After some drinking games, the hot questions started to get hotter than ever.

“I have never had a threesome.”

Emily and I looked at each other and toke a shot.

“What was that?” Penelope asked looking accusingly to us both.

“What was what?” I responded innocently.

“I have no idea what she’s trying to say. And you, Y/N?” Emily followed me.

“No idea at all.”

“Don’t tell me you two had a threesome without me!” Derek pretended to be mad.

“We didn’t say anything…” I winked at him.

Spencer tensed by myside.

“I have never had a crush on someone on this team.” Derek seemed to direct this one towards me and I flipped him off.

Spencer and I were the only ones who took a shot. Our eyes met each other, he looked down immediately nervously.

Did he…?

“Well, I think I am going to leave you kids have fun on your own.” Rossi laughed and left towards his house. Hotch and JJ with Will left to pick up their kids.

Derek and Emily looked suspicious planning something in whispers and when Emily saw me looking at her she just winked at me.

“Ok, truth or dare, Y/N?” Morgan turned towards me.

“Are we college kids now?” I arched an eyebrow.

“Answer.”

“Truth.”

“Tell us your crush.” He smirked.

“Dare.” I answered.

I fucking hate them for doing this.

“I dare you to kiss your crush.”

“The way I hate you all so much right now.” I toke a shot and turned to look at Reid. “Fuck it.”

“Wha-?”

I crushed my lips against his closing my eyes to not see his reaction. After a few seconds not feeling his response, his lips started to follow mine making me feel more confident in what I was doing. As he opened a bit his mouth, I toke the chance to enter my tongue.

Holy fuck.

His tongue against mine felt so fucking magical and I couldn’t stop a moan from scaping.

The moment ended when we heard Morgan, Penelope and Emily cheering us up.

Spencer separated from me with his cheeks full of color and toke a lock of my hair behind my ear. “You are so drunk, Y/N. You are going to regret this tomorrow morning.”

End of the flashback.

We didn’t speak about that kiss ever again.

Of course I regretted that kiss.

I regretted it because I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his lips every time he started talking.

I regretted it because I couldn’t help but to touch myself while thinking of his tongue inside my mouth.

I regretted it because it made me realize that anything happening to us was impossible. He would have talk to me about it if he wanted to do it again but instead he ignored me the few days after and acted as if nothing had happened.

All of that leads us to the big reason of why I am standing in front of a mirror, looking at myself in one of the bathrooms in Rossi’s home.

We all had been called by Rossi after a stressful case telling us that Jennifer and Will were getting married at his house and that it was a surprise for JJ. Everybody had to be formally dressed and it’s known that I’ve only seen Spence on a suit once before at an FBI event.

So, here I am.

After the wedding, everybody was having dinner, but I couldn’t be there. Not with Spencer sitting in front of me and giving me looks. He was just there looking all hot, rambling stuff about weddings and licking his lips like he always did, looking straight to my eyes.

I wondered if he did all that on purpose. He must know how good he looks.

Obviously, everything started to be overwhelming, so I had to excuse myself and go to the bathroom.

A knock on the door woke me up from my thoughts.

“Y/N, are you ok?”

Of course, it had to be him.

“Emily told me to come check on you. She said you were distracted the whole night and that you needed me to talk to you, what is this about?”

Of course, she fucking said that. Kill me now.

“Open the door, please.” Reid said with exasperation in his voice.

I sighed and opened the door. “Hey.”

He looked like his brain was going to explode of confusion. “What’s going on, Y/N?”

“I just feel weird today, sorry.” I responded avoiding his brown eyes.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” He grabbed my chin and made me look straight to his face. “I thought we were friends; you can tell me everything.”

He sounded so worried.

I sighed again. “Spence…”

His hands fell from my face. “What?”

“I like you. Like, REALLY like you. More than friends - kind of like you.”

His eyes opened at its fullest.

His body didn’t make a move.

His mouth didn’t make a noise.

“It’s alright, Reid. I- I just hope this doesn’t change anything.” As I give him a sideway smile, I leave him there and go back downstairs.

I arrive to Rossi’s backyard and saw everybody dancing to the soft music and laughing. Emily saw me and came towards me.

“Hey, why such a long face honey? I thought I would have solved your Doctor trouble.” She smirked but it slowly faded as she saw I wasn’t returning a smile. “What happened up there?”

“I told him I like him more than friends.”

“That’s great, Y/N! Why the fuck aren’t you hooking up with him right now then?”

“He doesn’t like me back, Emily.” I look up to the sky to try dry the tears that were forming in my eyes.

“Y/N! That ain’t true. He always talks to Morgan about how much he wants you. And everybody sees the looks he gives you when you do literally anything.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “That just doesn’t make any sense.”

I watch as Spencer goes straight to Morgan and starts discussing something with him. He seems frustrated.

“What did he say? His exact words.” She asked.

I keep looking at the discussion happening a few feet away.

“He didn’t say anything.” Spencer looked at our way and his eyes stayed fixed on mine. He was talking about me with Derek, I know it. “He just stood there in shock.”

Derek pushed Spencer and he started walking towards me.

“Do you mind dancing with me for a bit?” He said offering a hand and I just stood there looking at him. “Please?”

“Sure.”

I toke his hand and we started dancing.

“Y/N, I haven’t stopped thinking about that motherfucking kiss since New Year’s Eve.” My heart skipped a beat at his words. “I have liked you since you started working at the bureau.” He continued, “You are stunning and that fucking kiss. Derek and Emily haven’t stop telling me how I had to make a move, but you never brought what happened up, so I just thought-.”

“You thought what, Doctor?” I smirked.

His grip on my waist tensed. “I thought that you didn’t like it.”

“Fuck, Reid. You are so damn dumb sometimes. I was the one that threw themselves to you. I was the one that kissed you. I had to touch myself so many times after your ramblings because you didn’t stop licking your lips.”

He smirked. “You had to touch yourself?”

“Fuck yeah, Reid. I hate you so much.”

“How about we go to my apartment and show me how you touched yourself?”

I wetted my panties right there.

I toke a deep breathe. “Let’s go.”

After a few goodbyes and a ‘get it girl’ from Penelope and Emily, Spence and I leave in his car. I could get mine tomorrow.

“You look fucking delicious, Y/N.” I blushed at his compliment.

I almost never wore dresses, but this was an special occasion. I was wearing a little black dress that hung in all my curves and revealed a little too much of my back.

His hand found my thigh and he started making circles with his thumb.

“If you look this delicious in it, I wonder how you will look with nothing on. Fuck, I am getting hard just thinking about it.”

“Spence, shut the fuck up or I’m going to make you pull over right here and make you fuck me in the car.”

He smirked at me and turned to look straight ahead. “Just a few more minutes, baby.”

We managed to arrive to his apartment building and when the elevator door shuttered, he pinned me to a wall. We started to hungrily kiss each other and a moan left my lips.

“It’s so much better than I remembered.” I said.

“Mhmm.” He agreed without leaving my mouth alone.

The door of the elevator ringed, letting us know that it was opening, and we proceeded to walk rapidly towards his door. He opened it quickly and turned to face me.

“Jump.”

I didn’t hesitate for a second and jumped. He grabbed the back of my thighs and I embraced his neck with my arms loosely. He closed the door with his foot and walked to his bedroom, all while his tongue was still inside my mouth. When we arrived to the end of his bed, he sat me down on it and grabbed a handful of my hair making me moan and look straight to his face.

“Now, I want you to put on good use that fucking mouth of yours.”

I moaned again.

Fuck, he knows how to use his words on the sheets too. I am so wet right now.

I unzipped his pants and toke his boxers with it, his hard on full on display in front of my eyes. I couldn’t help but open my mouth and go for it, I wanted it so bad.

I started licking his length and circling my tongue around the top of his cock making him groan. His hand pulled my hair harder and a sound escaped my mouth. I bopped my head with my hand helping me to reach the base of his dick. As I continued doing movements with my hand, I sucked his balls making him moan outloud.

“Fucking hell, Y/N. Stop.”

I stopped. “You don’t like it?” I looked at him innocently.

“You know what you were doing, little girl, but now we have to get you started.”

He started stripping me off my clothes, first my top and bra. After sucking my tits, he went for the pants and panties, leaving me completely naked, laying on his bed.

He stood in front of me contemplating me like I was a piece of art.

“You are breathtaking, little girl.”

He sat on the bed, next to me, and pinched one of my nipples with two fingers.

“Now, I want you to show me how you been touching yourself thinking about me. If you are a good girl I may come and help you out.”

I felt really self-conscious, I’ve never done anything like this before. He felt that I was unsure, and he started stroking my thigh with one hand.

“You should never feel ashamed in front of me, Y/N.” He smiled sweetly. I sighed and smiled back.

I started to imagine his hands all over my body as I dragged mine to my stomach, travelling down slowly. As I reached my core, I started drawing circles around my clitoris making me moan imagining his long fingers in me. I inserted two fingers inside of me.

“Look me in the eyes, little girl.”

“Spence… I need you.” I started moving my fingers quicker.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Your cock, Reid, please.” I whined.

He straddled me and his lips attacked mine again. He dragged his tongue on my bottom lip and I opened my mouth granting him full access. He reached to his night table and grabbed a condom from the first drawer.

“Spencer, I need-.” I couldn’t finish because the full length of his cock was inside me. “Holy fuck.”

“Shit, Y/N.” He groaned. “You are so fucking wet, I slipped so easily.”

I moaned and a rough rhythm was settled. His hand went to my clitoris and started stroking it.

“I’m not gonna last long, baby.”

One second after, he left fully my body and grabbed my waist.

“What are you doing…?” I asked confusedly but with one movement he turned my body making me lay on my stomach. A ‘fuck’ left my lips.

He grabbed my waist and I arched my back giving him an easy access. He slapped my ass and inserted his cock at its full inside of me.

“Spencer!”

He continued roughly and slapped my ass again. My walls clenched as I reached my high making me follow just right after. He groaned while I screamed his name one last time. He left all his weight on me tiredly.

After a few seconds, he abandoned me and went to his bathroom. He appeared again with a towel and helped me get cleaned.

“Are you good?” He asked sweetly.

“Hell yes, Spencer. Don’t go all shy on me again, I know the real you now.” I smirked and he laughed.

“And you seemed to enjoy it.” He arched an eyebrow.

“I really enjoyed it. Fuck, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

He smiled proudly and kissed my lips. I couldn’t stop a yawn from leaving my mouth and he laughed separating from me.

“Let’s get some sleep, little girl. Tomorrow I will be taking you on a date.”

I kissed him again and turned to sleep. He cuddled me and hold me tightly.

“I ain’t going to leave if you that’s what you fear. I am all yours, Spencer.”

“Good, because I’m not letting you leave my side ever.”

[iamtheblondestblonde]

The Clark Kent Effect

Part Two

AN: Here’s part two!! Since the cat is out of the bag now, please go listen to my ex’s best friend by MGK, which was my first inspiration for this story and is the song I always have in mind when working on it. I loved hearing everyone’s opinion on the first part so please keep it up, it really motivates me a lot to see that people actually appreciate my writing. I hope this is living up to everyone’s expectations.. I’m sure everyone has already figured out that there will be angst in this one. 

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: none (a first for me)

Part One

My other writing can be found here

When Tito had made you promise to stay in touch you’d thought nothing of it. It was something lots of people said every day without having any real intentions of ever keeping their promise. A trait especially prominent among Americans as you’d come to realize. How many times had some of your colleagues mentioned that you definitely had to make dinner plans together sometime only for that sometime to never come? And while Tito wasn’t an American by all means, living among them tended to force a fast adaptation.

So to say you were surprised when he reached out to you a couple of days later would be a big fat understatement. You’d thought of him from time to time since Halloween, reminiscing what once was but also thinking about what could’ve been with a certain dark haired friend of his if it weren’t for the connection between the two of them.

You’d checked your phone during a trip to the bathroom, waiting on an update on the current office drama from Emily – as the personal assistant she had the inside scoop on one of the chief editors who had apparently managed to knock up one of the models – when you saw the Instagram notification.

@titobeauvi91 wants to send you a message

For a second you were wondering why he was sending you a message on Instagram instead of a text before you realized that neither of you probably still had the same phone number from when you were 18. You’d definitely switched to an American phone number in time with your move and he’d be stupid if he hadn’t done the same thing, especially considering how much longer he’d lived here than you.

For him to go out of his way to dig up your Instagram profile only so he could send you a message really spoke volumes for his character. Your grandma had been right when she’d said that he was going to make someone very happy some day but although she’d had you by his side in mind at that point, you liked to think that it was still going to be true with someone else.

You accepted the request without thinking twice about it and then had to read his messages multiple times to make sure you were seeing correctly.

@titobeauvi91: Would it be totally weird to meet up for coffee together sometime?

In your wildest dreams you never would’ve imagined your ex willingly asking you to spend time with him. But perhaps it didn’t surprise you as much as it should. 

Yes, breaking up with him had hurt a lot, but it had also been a long time ago and it wasn’t like either of you were at fault for your time together coming to an end back then. You couldn’t blame him for his dream coming true after all. The fact that he’d always planned on leaving was no secret, it had only been a matter of time. So when those feeling had shifted from friendship to something more you’d known how things would end but still fell for him. And you’d had an amazing time with him because of it. And then some not so amazing time without him afterwards.

Some of your girlfriends in college had gone through break ups at the same time but you could never really relate to them sobbing in the living room with ice cream and alcohol to help soothe the pain. Your sadness had been more subtle. It was things like wanting to call him whenever something newsworthy happened in your life, missing his comforting hugs and wanting to hear his laugh again that made you feel like a part of your life was missing.

But you’d always been a fan of clean cuts so you’d never allowed yourself to reach out to him, tempting as it was. You had instead focused on building yourself a new life, one without him and without even realizing it your daydreams of conversations with him came to an end. At last you had reached the stage of acceptance. Now, as you stared at your screen you realized that the cut had been made and the edges had already healed, the possibility of something new, or rather something old, but very much something different hanging up in the air above the gap now.

What would you do?

You didn’t respond right away, waiting until your lunch break finally arrived so you could ask Emily for advice. That meant that you would have to fill her in on some things she had no idea of and she definitely wouldn’t be happy about having been left in the dark, but you really had no other choice.

The two of you met up at your usual salad bar around the corner from the office building, a not only convenient but also very delicious place. She’d shown it to you back in the days of your internship and when you’d reconnected after you finally got the job after graduating it had somehow become your regular spot for a shared lunch.

She was the first to make it today, which was rather unusual since her boss liked to give her some last minute errands to run, but you weren’t going to complain about the steaming mug of coffee already waiting for you on the table at your arrival.

“Alright, start talking girl”, she said in lieu of a greeting while you settled into your seat, referencing the text you’d sent earlier about needing some advice. So you did, telling her everything about your relationship with Tito back in 2015 and how the two of you had mutually broken it off after he got drafted. How weird it had been to not only lose your boyfriend, but also best friend at the same time. By the time you reached the more recent part of your story, the one involving Mat in the club, your lunch had arrived and you had to take a quick break so you could actually get some eating done instead of talking.

“Shit I’m so sorry for interrupting your moment back then, I didn’t even realize you were talking to someone. But I also can’t believe I’m only now hearing of all this drama!”

You waved her off, already knowing full well that she hadn’t intended to do so. “That’s because there wasn’t any drama up until a week ago, but now I don’t know what to do. Would it be weird for me to grab a coffee with my ex?”

“Well.. if you say it like that…”, she trailed off jokingly, jabbing her fork in your direction before continuing, “I’m just kidding. You guys were friends before all of that happened so no, I don’t think it’d be weird. But it’s ultimately your decision, do you want him back in your life?”

“I think so, yeah.”

-

Meeting up for coffee had somehow turned into meeting for lunch and slowly but surely Tito managed to secure himself a spot in your favorite contacts again. Seeing him in daylight for the first time after all these years had been weird and it had been obvious that the two of you were very nervous about rekindling again but it didn’t take long until you fell back into your old routine.

Pre-relationship, of course.

He’d make flirty comments from time to time and complimented you often, but you knew not to dwell on it for too long because he’d always been that way. You knew his mother well enough to know that she would be pissed if it were otherwise, you’d heard her chide her son in French for his bad manners more times than you could count when the two of you were younger.

Since you’d mostly seen him one-on-one you didn’t have to deal with any of the complications that stemmed from him being a part of your life again but it seemed like your reprieve was coming to an end. You knew that Tito was just trying to be nice when he’d invited you and your friends to meet up with some of the team at a bar after their game, hopefully celebrating a win but definitely celebrating having the day off afterwards before having to leave for a short trip, but you were having mixed feelings about the entire thing.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to go, in fact you could use a good night out and some fun, but you knew full well that Mat would be there as well and you had no idea how you were supposed to interact with him. You’d anticipated having to face him again of course, but if it were up to you you’d do it rather later than sooner, especially now since you were close with his best friend again. Tito was no help of course, you couldn’t exactly tell him that you were having unholy thoughts about one of his close friends.

Because that was the truth, Mat Barzal had been on your mind ever since that one faithful night which was now weeks ago. It was ridiculous really, how one guy had managed to infiltrate your thoughts from such a short interaction. He’d only really spoken one sentence to you before your plans and hopes for the night had been crushed and yet you kept seeing him in every guy with glasses that passed by you. Kept hearing him in every booming laugh. 

You should be ashamed of yourself, really, for how easily he’d managed to put you under his spell. Still your thoughts kept wandering back to that little bubble you had shared with him on that dance floor, still remembering how nothing else had mattered in that moment. It wasn’t just lust that had attracted you to him that faithful night, though it certainly played a part in it, but you could tell that there was something more, or at least a possibility of something more.

But you couldn’t have him, a fact that had become blatantly obvious during your time spent with Tito. You were sure that he was interested in you like that at all anymore, but you were also convinced that he still wouldn’t be a fan of you going after his friends. You didn’t want to drive a wedge between the two of them, especially having learnt how important Mat was to Tito since getting reacquainted, something that would be inevitable once the ‘Bro Code’ was violated.

You had to keep your mind, and your hands, away from Mat.

Which proved to be harder than one might think.

You’d donned your favorite overknee-boots for the night out, loving the height boost they gave you, and paired them with a plaid skirt and a cute top, adding a warm pea coat so you wouldn’t freeze too much in the cold winter air. You’d long mastered dancing the line between sexy and sophisticated and if you were being honest, you were quite proud of tonight’s look.

It hadn’t been hard to convince your closest friends to come out along with you, all of them excited for a night out with New York’s finest. Since the guys had a game to play however, the lot of you met up at your place beforehand so you could pre-game a little and save some money in turn. You’d put on the game for background noise and by the time the final buzzer sounded you were definitely also buzzed thanks to Emily and her dangerous ability of funneling alcohol down your throat. The uber ride was short thankfully, the car was pretty packed with the four of you after all and yet you had somehow managed to arrive at the bar Tito had texted you before the team.

“They probably got held up in interviews and stuff, should we get some drinks while we wait?” Your suggestion was apparently a very welcome one so Dana and you made your way over to the bar while the other two set on finding a booth where you could sit down. By the time you had everyone’s drinks they’d managed to secure a place towards the back and you were more than happy to slide in next to Emily.

You were the first one to spot Tito, getting up and excitedly waving him over. They all sported big happy grins, most likely due to the victory over the Leafs earlier. Letting your eyes wander over your group you noticed that Mat wasn’t with them but you didn’t dwell on it too much, instead focusing on congratulating Tito on his two goals. Introductions were quick and in your state of mind you’d forgotten half of the names already but that didn’t stop you from having a good time. 

The group of guys that had sat in the booth next to yours had recognized the hockey players and willingly cleared the table for them after congratulating on a great game and taking some pictures, which was a pretty nice bonus. Mat had apparently forgotten to bring a change of clothes and had to make a detour to his apartment so he wouldn’t have to come to a bar in his game day suit.

All this liquid had taken it’s toll on your bladder though so it didn’t take long until you got up to make a trip to the restroom, telling Emily to stay put when she made a move to come along with you. There would probably be no long line in a bar like this so you could do without company and you also didn’t want to interrupt her conversation with Tito, whom she was asking all kinds of questions about teenage you. Maybe you would regret that later on, Tito was more than willing to give her ammo to roast you for the next few years but right now you didn’t care, just happy that everyone got along so well.

Walking without swaying proved to be more difficult than anticipated, you’d somehow consumed more alcohol than you’d thought and you made a mental note to grab some water afterwards as you pushed through the doors. Once they were shut behind you the music wasn’t as loud anymore and for the first time tonight you could actually hear yourself think, not distracted by noises. Of course your thoughts wandered to Mat, and the reason for his absence tonight.

Were they telling the truth earlier or was he avoiding you?

Unfortunately, this was a question you couldn’t find an answer to and even if you did, there was nothing you could do about it. What you could do however, was get back outside to your friends and have a great time tonight. Without Mat. You checked your notifications on your phone while quietly singing along to the song blasting over the speakers as you made your way out of the restroom, not looking up as you walked.

And then collided with something solid.

With a gasp you quickly grasped on to whatever you could reach so you wouldn’t tumble over and the only reason you knew you hadn’t managed to run into a wall was because strong arms immediately wrapped around you to steady you. Walls didn’t have arms, that much you knew, even in your intoxicated state.

“We really have to stop meeting this way”, a familiar voice sounded above you and your eyes involuntarily snapped up to meet his. Just like last time everything else stopped mattering as soon as you looked up to him, wrapped safely in his arms with your hands splayed on his chest, your phone still clutched tightly in your left one. His gaze made your brain short-circuit so you really couldn’t be held accountable for your next actions.

“I don’t know, I kind of like it”, you hummed while brushing your free hand across his chest and up to his shoulder. You could feel the firmness of his muscles underneath the fabric of his shirt and how his heart picked up its pace at your actions. He pulled you in even tighter and readjusted the position of his hands on your back, one of them now caressing the thin sliver of exposed skin between your top and the skirt, the movement burning itself into your memory.

Your bubble burst when there was an uproar near the bar, a group of guys yelling at a re-run of some football game on the TV responsible for the intrusion. As soon as you realized what you were doing you awkwardly cleared your throat and stepped out of his embrace, his arms dropping from your body immediately. The spot where his hands had rested only seconds ago was now cold as ice in their absence, shivers running up your spine. All of a sudden you wished you had your coat with you so you could wrap yourself up in it, maybe even hide a little from the intense look in his eyes and the rest of the world as well.

Mat seemed to snap out of his spell as well, quickly looking around to check if anyone had seen the two of you with a panicked expression on his face but you were well hidden from your friends, who were sat around a corner. You couldn’t help but feel like a dirty little secret then, something that hurt more than you liked to admit, despite his actions probably being the right thing. If anyone had seen you right now you’d definitely have some explaining to do. So instead you focused on feeling anything but hurt to mask your true feelings.

“Ashamed of being seen with me, Barzal?”, you asked in a flat tone, deliberately choosing to address him with his last name so he knew that you weren’t exactly pleased with him right now. Your words caused the intended effect and he looked like you’d slapped him across the face.

“Don’t be like this, please. You have to know where I’m coming from”, he sighs with a desperate expression, taking a moment to himself to gather his thoughts before continuing, “I have a moment with this girl in a club, a girl that somehow manages to put me under her spell in less than five seconds, and then I have to find out she’s the infamous Y/N, the first love of my best friend.”

His admission left you speechless, unable to form any kind of response as you stared up at him, watching him run his hand through his hair. Oh how you wished you could do the same.

“I know all about you, you broke his heart back then”, he continued and you flinched, not having expected this of all things.

“That’s not fair and you know it. He was the one who left!”, you hadn’t even noticed you’d raised your voice until the group of people in the booth closest to you turned towards you so you took a deep breath before continuing, “I was the one who had to stay back and listen to everyone talking about him.”

“He talked about you as well, you know. When we met at World’s he told me one night how he knew that your relationship would be over soon and how much he missed you already. He knew you’d walk out of his life without looking back. And then you did exactly that.” You closed your eyes at his words, never having heard of the situation from Tito’s standpoint. It didn’t exactly help that it was coming from Mat as well.

“You have no idea how excited he was to finally see you again. I had to listen to him talk about asking you out to lunch for days.” He reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen into your eyes but you hadn’t even noticed until now, too busy staring at the beautiful specimen of a man in front of you.

“It’s not like that. We’re just friends now.”

“I know, but you weren’t back then”, and with that he dropped his hand again. He smiled softly at you but it was obvious that it didn’t reach his eyes, his sad expression overpowering everything else.

Perhaps this was the universe’s way of saying that you couldn’t have two great guys in your life, that you’d missed out on your chance already. You couldn’t think of any other way to explain this cruel twist of faith otherwise. You wished you could go back to the club, but you didn’t know if you wanted to relive those few blissful moments before everything came crashing down or prevent yourself from stumbling into him altogether. The second option would certainly make everything easier.

But since time traveling wasn’t an option yet you were forced to stand in front of him, thoughts of what could have been running through your mind. Right now he was so close to you but there could’ve been kilometers between the two of you and it still wouldn’t have made a difference.

You knew that and you could tell that Mat did as well, the defeat clearly written on his face and telling you everything you needed to know. At least you weren’t the only one who suffered.

With one last look he moved past you and towards the restrooms, probably his destination all along until he’d run into you. Or more like until you’d run into him, literally. In a split second you decided that you didn’t want your interaction to end quite like this.

“Hey, Barzal?” You didn’t like calling him by his last name one bit and it definitely felt wrong, but perhaps it would allow you to keep the distance you desperately needed.

“Yeah?” You could’ve sworn that a glimmer of hope crossed his face as he turned back towards you but perhaps it was just the shitty light in the bar playing tricks on your mind. Or wishful thinking.

“Good game earlier. Two points is very impressive and I’m sure you made lots of people very proud tonight.”

“Thank you.” 

This time his smile was genuine.

Tagging: @itrocksmysocks​ @nazdaddy @teenagekook

[vhsrights]

first “i love you” / love confession - @sapphicinephile

Love Isn’t Bound by Languages - Jemily

WC: 1612

IT’S FINALLY DONE. :)

“Kiss the cook? Don’t mind if I do, but only if the pasta turns out good.” JJ made strong eye contact, hoping that Emily caught on to the weight of her words.

“Oh, well then. I guess I’ll be getting kissed tonight. Lucky me.”

The door settled into place with a soft click and JJ walked to the side, removing her coat and shoes. She had brought the ingredients for their wine and cooking night. Fresh tomatoes, herbs, and pasta rustled around in the tote bag. They had opted to make pasta that Emily had suggested, remembering her time watching the cooks in her childhood kitchen. JJ had readily agreed because she was never one to turn down food and wanted to see Emily’s prowess in cooking. Speaking of the brunette, she wasn’t visible as JJ moved slowly through the apartment.

Warm candlelight engulfed the room in front of her. The skylight windows provided an unrestricted view of the world beneath her. It was humbling in a way that Jennifer couldn’t describe. She stood high in this tiny apartment, watching the people below her bustle about their lives, unaware of her gaze. Pulling her eyes away from the outside, JJ meandered around the apartment’s living room. Her eyes slowly perused the sparse art that was on the wall. It gave the apartment an air of grace, but one that felt fake and inauthentic to the woman that she knew lived within its walls.

“Jen.” The way that her nickname sounded, full of elegance, drove more butterflies into JJ’s stomach.

“Em, hey. I got the groceries. Are you ready?”

JJ turned around and was met with Emily. The woman looked unexplainably gorgeous in her casual flannel, t-shirt, and sweats combo. JJ felt her thoughts stutter as she took in the brunette. She couldn’t move as Emily glided past her, her gait full of confidence and aimed towards the kitchen.

“Hey, Jen. You coming?”

“Yeah. Yeah, sorry about that.” JJ turned around and followed Emily while blushing.

She was glad that it had been cold outside, giving her an excuse for her tinted cheeks.

“Alrighty, so first things first. Here is your apron.” Emily pulled out an apron that had “It’s not burnt! Just Crispy!” and JJ laughed. “Hey, I thought you’d like it.”

Emily fake a pout as JJ grabbed the apron and tied it around her waist, still giggling. The cloth somehow still managed to hang loose. Emily noticed and ignored her rapidly beating heart before speaking. She hid her hands in her pockets as they fidgeted increasingly harder to keep her guise of calmness.

“I can help you tie it, Jen. Here, I got it.” Emily pushed off from the counter and circumvented the blonde.

She grabbed the string of the apron. Her hands barely brushed against JJ’s waist yet sent jolts through both of them. Not wanting to prolong their closeness for fear of her heart’s desires, Emily deftly tied the bow. Luckily, or “unluckily”, there was a second set of strings to be tied around JJ’s neck. Of course, she had picked the apron with two sets of ties. Silently reprimanding herself, Emily pushed JJ’s hair to the side. Her hands hesitated as she worked up her nerve.

Stop making this weird. The longer you wait, the more off you’ll seem to Jen. Get it together, Prentiss. Jeez, you’re like a teenager with a crush.

“Em, you okay? Can you tie it?” JJ could feel her heartbeat in her throat, trying to suppress her nerves from bubbling up.

“Yeah. Yeah. It’s done.” Emily made haste in finishing the knot and answering her, pulling away to soothe her racing heart.

She grabbed her own apron and threw it on. This one didn’t have two ties. Lucky Emily. JJ began to giggle once more as she pulled the ingredients out of her tote bag, leaving Emily confused.

“What?” She truly had no idea what JJ was giggling at.

“Did they have a sale at the punny apron store?” Emily looked at her with ample confusion. “Kiss the cook? Don’t mind if I do, but only if the pasta turns out good.” JJ made strong eye contact, hoping that Emily caught on to the weight of her words.

“Oh, well then. I guess I’ll be getting kissed tonight. Lucky me.”

Two could play at this game. The words were no different from their usual banter. However, where they were, about to cook, made it a whole other playing field. Neither woman was one to back down from a competition. The two moved easily around the kitchen, shifting past each other as if they had been doing it for years. Emily’s straightforward instructions left nothing to be desired and helped the women accomplish their dish in the perfect amount of time.

JJ may have nicked herself with the knife a couple of times, but what’s art without a few hiccups. Italian music serenaded them softly from the background. It was like a scene out of a cheesy romantic movie, one that Emily pretended to hate but secretly loved. Both women stole plentiful yearning looks at each other. They caught each other’s eyes and were quick to tear them away.

“Jen, can I get a taste of that?” Emily rested her hand softly on JJ’s hip, leaning over her side to sip the sauce.

“Sure. Here.” JJ felt the warmth of Emily’s body behind her. She had to focus to keep her hand from shaking as she lifted it for the brunette.

Emily tasted the sauce and all but moaned at its illustrious flavors. JJ was extremely thankful that the brunette was standing behind her. Her cheeks had flushed at the sound and her body froze. God, she is trying to kill me. She set the spoon to the side and turned her focus back to the food, as much as her mind would allow. They worked in perfect harmony for the rest of the time; joking, laughing, dancing, and cooking together.

Emily eventually plated the food with JJ’s help. The women marveled at their creation, eager to dig into the dishes. They high-fived before separating one final time. JJ set the table and Emily did some basic cleaning in the kitchen.

“Rossi could never,” Emily smirked mischievously as the two sat down to eat.

“Oh, of course not. We are the new Papa Pastas.” JJ encouraged the joke, thinking to their older teammate’s staunch relationship to pasta.

The food not only looked enticing, but it also tasted heavenly. Both women didn’t speak for the rest of the dinner time, enraptured by their dinner. Emily and JJ occasionally glanced over at each other, conveying their content and other emotions. Neither own wanted to acknowledge the beautiful domesticity of the moment. This was something that both women wanted to do for the rest of their lives, held back by the barrier of unspoken words. Time passed on and the women moved from the table to kitchen, easily washing and putting away dishes for a later time.

Eventually they settled on the couch, heavily poured wine glasses in hand. The evening had gone perfectly.

“Wow. That was so delicious. I think that I owe a thanks to your mother’s cooks. That recipe was perfect.” JJ sipped her wine as Emily watched her with love in her eyes.

“Absolutely. They make me remember that simpler time. My world was so small, and they helped me get through each day.” JJ beamed, noticing the ease and tranquility that had erased the lines of strain and overworking from Emily’s face.

“Speaking of world, I have a question.” Emily thought of her question and smiled.

“Go for it, Em,” JJ spoke, with her interest peaked.

“If you could shout one thing from the rooftops, in any language, and to everyone in the world, what would you say?” Emily watched the light grow in JJ’s eyes.

The blonde’s eyes widened and her mind froze. She had been learning Italian in her spare time, trying to build the courage to use with Emily. She had only needed to learn one phrase, but the rest were useful as well. Now was her shot. Waiting a short second before inhaling deeply, JJ spoke the only phrase in Italian that she fully understood.

“Sono innamorato di Emily Prentiss.”

Emily stopped. Her brain went into overdrive. Translating and retranslating the phrase, hoping that it meant what she understood it to be. I am in love with Emily Prentiss. Her heart was beating in her throat and her thoughts were hazy. She set the wine glass down and looked at JJ, really studying her. She only saw love and admiration, not finding the joke or deceit that she imagined. This was really happening.

“Sono innamorato di Jennifer Jareau.”

The words rolled off of her tongue smoothly as they had done many a time before. Except now, Jennifer would actually hear it. JJ let out the breath she had been holding. I am in love with Jennifer Jareau. It was unbelievable, but her mind began to whizz through things to say.

The only thing that came out was, “Really?”

“Yes. From the first time I spoke to you, and so much more since then.” JJ couldn’t help but smile with all of the hope and love that was bubbling out of her.

“It was the same for me. I fell for you, so hard that I guess I didn’t see you falling for me too. So, can I?” JJ pointed at Emily.

“Can you what?” Not realizing that she hadn’t taken off her apron, Emily looked down.

Kiss the Cook.

“The pasta was beyond amazing, so I have to keep my promise.” JJ giggled and Emily rapidly agreed.

Emily pulled JJ in for a kiss. Their lips met and the world stopped around them. It was the perfect end to their night.

That night, JJ and Emily truly learned that love isn’t bound by languages.

[hannibal-obsessed]

Why Not Spend Your Lock-Down with Dr. Hannibal Lecter?

By Shannon L. Christie

You are cordially invited to spend your lock-down, dining in the company of Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

Menu

Reception

Dr. Hannibal Lecter is one of thee most iconic fictional literary villains, created in the 20th Century; Hollywood films has cemented his iconic status and his transformation into the 21st Century, via network television, has been carefully crafted under the watchful eye of executive producer, Martha De Laurentiis.

Hannibal Lecter sprang from the mind of novelist Thomas Harris; Lecter has been in our lives for almost 40 years; introduced with the publication of Red Dragon in October 1981; he has never left our consciousness for too long.

So where does one start?

Do you read the 4 novels, watch the 5 movies or the TV Series?

Do I start at the beginning with Harris's novel, Red Dragon?

There are several ways to feast upon Hannibal Lecter: read Harris' novels first: watch the movies and then dine on the TV Series; read the novels, watch the corresponding movies and then the TV Series; watch the TV Series and then go back, watch the movies and read the novels. Whatever way you decide, you will not be disappointed at the end of your feast!

The following menu outline would be my suggestion for how to feast upon the sumptuous offerings of Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

Amuse-bouche

In this course we are served small bit-sized morsels of Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

Red Dragon: Thomas Harris, 1981

Will Graham, a former FBI Special Agent with an instinct for profiling, is sucked back into consulting for the FBI on their latest serial murder case; involving the Tooth Fairy. Will's been living a quiet life in Florida with his wife and son, when his former boss, Jack Crawford visits, enticing Graham back into the game. In order to get that old scent back; Graham needs to get into the mindset of a killer, so he visits Dr. Hannibal Lecter at The Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, where Lecter is serving 9 consecutive life terms for murder. Graham was the FBI Agent who finally caught Hannibal and it almost cost him his life and sanity.

Interesting Fact: Harris attended portions of Ted Bundy's trial for the Chi Omega Murders in Florida. The Prosecutors in the Bundy trial used bite marks left on one of his victims as evidence. Dolarhyde left bite marks on Mrs. Leeds, which allowed forensics to create dental impressions, creating a sample of Dolarhyde's teeth.

Manhunter: Directed by Michael Mann, 1986

Manhunter was written and directed by Michael Mann; starring William Petersen (Will Graham), Dennis Farina (Jack Crawford), Tom Noonan (Francis Dollarhyde, film spelling/Red Dragon/Tooth Fairy), Joan Allen (Reba McClane) Brian Cox (Hannibal Lecktor, film spelling).

Manhunter is now considered a cult classic; at the time of it's original release it fared poorly at the box office and met with mixed reviews. It's cult status may be partially due to the continuing saga of Hannibal Lecter and William Petersen's success in CSI. The film touches on many of the important elements of the novel and also misses on quite a few. What is Dolarhyde's motive? The movie is dated with a definite 80's Michael Mann vibe; in spite of that it is definitely worth a watch for Noonan's performance.

Interesting Fact: Film Producer Dino De Laurentiis purchased the movie rights to the novel Red Dragon in 1983.

Red Dragon: Directed by Brett Ratner, 2002

This is where I'll skip ahead and talk about Manhunter's remake, Red Dragon. You can either choose to watch Red Dragon here or move it to after Hannibal to watch in order of release – entirely up to you.

Dino De Laurentiis passed on the movie rights to The Silence of the Lamb, due to the poor showing of Manhunter at the box office. So when The Silence of the Lambs was critically acclaimed by the critics; a huge box office success; winning the top 5 categories at the 1992 Oscars; Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor, Best Actress and Best Adapted Screenplay – Dino wanted another serving of Hannibal Lecter.

When Harris released his third Lecter novel, simply titled Hannibal, Dino De Laurentiis picked up the rights and saw this as an opportunity to remake Manhunter, this time using the book title, Red Dragon, especially considering the success of Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal Lecter. In fact, Red Dragon was released in theatres a year after Hannibal.

Lecter's role was beefed up with a few added scenes; Lecter enjoying the symphony with the exception of the violinist; experiencing one of Lecter's sinfully delicious dinner parties of the music council with the violinist as the main course; seeing the tete-a-tete played out between Lecter and Graham (Edward Norton) that nearly cost them both their lives.

Dolarhyde's (Ralph Fiennes) abusive childhood is explored, the motivation for his heinous crimes against families. We see more of the relationship between Dolarhyde and Reba (Emily Watson) and Dolarhyde's struggle to keep the monster at bay. Ted Tally wrote the screenplay (he wrote The Silence of the Lambs screenplay and passed on the Hannibal screenplay); he has a great sense of what is essential to the narration of a well conceived movie, without loosing too much of the original story told by Thomas Harris.

I am partial to Red Dragon over Manhunter for that reason; I love Ralph Feinnes portrayal of Dolarhyde; he's creepy without being overtly creepy like Noonan is in Manhunter. Anthony Hopkins plays Hannibal Lecter beautifully as he always does. There are a few flaws in this version though, namely Edward Norton's portrayal of Will Graham. I love Norton – I just think he was wrong for the part and the bleached blonde hair drove me mad. I also have issue with Harvey Keitel as Jack Crawford, I just didn't get an FBI Special Agent in charge of the Behavioral Science Unit vibe from him. Keitel is the guy you bring in to rough up your suspect. On the plus side, the crime scenes are more graphic than in Manhunter, which I feel is essential to understanding the severity of the need to capture this fiend, because now he has a taste for it and he will not stop!

Interesting Fact: Dino De Laurentiis had to make a deal with MGM, so the shot of The Baltimore State Hospital building used in The Silence of the Lambs, could be used in Red Dragon, as the building had been demolished.

Dinner

Appetizer

In this course we are treated to petite, rich tasty morsels of Hannibal Lecter,

both of the hot and cold variety.

The Silence of the Lambs: Thomas Harris, 1988

The follow up novel to Red Dragon, Harris' third novel, Lecter was not a character Harris intended to use; he just showed up one day as Harris wrote. The Silence of the Lambs was the story of a young female FBI agent in training; female agents were a relatively new concept at Quantico. J. Edgar Hoover had died in 1972 and the FBI slowly started to drag itself into the modern age and out of the Mafia/Prohibition dark ages that it was founded on. Harris' story of Clarice Starling was an exploration of an agent in training along with a manhunt, headed by Jack Crawford, for a serial killer, only known as “Buffalo Bill”; who abducted girls, held them hostage for a few days; shot them in the heads, dumped their bodies in rivers; having partially skinned them post mortem. The FBI is stumped, they have no motive, no pattern and no connections between the victims. What should they do? Crawford sends Clarice Starling, an agent in training to interview Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

The Silence of the Lambs: Directed by Jonathan Demme, 1991

As I previously mentioned, Dino de Laurentiis passed on acquiring the movie rights for The Silence of the Lambs; the rights ended up in the hands of Demme and Orion Films, without a fee paid to De Laurentiis. The screenplay was written by Ted Tally, who managed to highlight all the important aspects of the novel, creating a balanced story. The movie starred Jodie Foster (Clarice Starling), Glenn Scott (Jack Crawford), Anthony Heald (Dr, Frederick Chilton), Ted Levine (Jame Gumb/Buffalo Bill) and Anthony Hopkins (Hannibal Lecter),

Interesting Fact: Anthony Hopkins on screen performance of Hannibal Lecter, consisting of only sixteen minutes earned him an Oscar for Best Actor in 1992.

Entree

This course is a hearty and meaty dish of Hannibal Lecter, served with delicate red sauce.

Hannibal: Thomas Harris, 1999

Would Harris write another Lecter novel? As we eagerly waited to see – making us wait 10 long years, Harris' reward was Hannibal; a story centred around Dr. Hannibal Lecter. I think many people weren't prepared for the monster to be uncaged. It was bloodier and gorier than the previous two films and quite sadistic. Manhunter and The Silence of the Lambs were considered psychological thrillers with a dollop of horror. Hannibal was a full on horror novel with a dollop of psychological thriller. Dr. Hannibal Lecter was free of his cage, just in-time for the new millennium and some readers were not happy.

When the novel, Hannibal, was released, many critics and readers were appalled by the goriness of it (we are talking about a man who kills people and eats them). I guess once the layers of the onion were peeled away; culture, music, art, culinary skills, courteousness – they were horrified by the monster at the centre – that was the point. Serial killers show society a veneer of acceptable personality traits; they keep the monster hidden away, until he breaks through and comes out to play. In that sense, the novel Hannibal, is spot on. He's your neighbour, your friend, your husband, your father, your brother and sometimes your son (The majority of serial killers are male, sorry guys). He wears a symbolic mask in public, to prevent you from guessing how sick and perverted he truly is.

Harris' novel, Hannibal, was the perfect GOTCHA moment! Harris had led us into a false sense of security; either intentionally or unintentionally, with Lecter's intro in Red Dragon; sure he tells Francis Dolarhyde to kill Graham's family – In The Silence of the Lamb; Lecter is so helpful trying to advance Clarice Starling's career; sure he kills several people while escaping from custody; we'll just chalk that up to acceptable carnage.

We start to rationalize that Lecter can't be all bad; he must have some redeeming qualities: he's a man of sophisticated tastes; he's knowledgeable; an incredible chef; a great musician and artist. We don't even mind knowing that he dined on Dr. Chilton, upon his escape; possibly thinking Chilton had it coming.

Harris let us peek briefly behind the curtain in Red Dragon and The Silence of the Lambs and perhaps Harris was dismayed to learn that upon the popularity of Hopkins portrayal of Hannibal Lecter; he'd become a pop culture icon and somewhat of a hero. Hannibal shattered that illusion.

We find Clarice Starling, 10 years later, working as an FBI Special Agent, in a stagnate career. She can't advance; being blocked by Paul Krendler.

Hannibal has been living in Florence as the curator of the Palazzo Capponi as Dr. Norman Fell (the real Dr. Fell disappeared under mysterious circumstances). Florence, Italy, the ideal spot for Lecter, a true Renaissance man. We discover there has been a string of murders by the fiend, know as Il Mostro.

Meanwhile, Mason Verger, Lecter's 4th victim, is on the hunt for Dr. Lecter, who left Mason disfigured, although technically by Mason's own hand. Verger has offered a $3,000,000 reward for information leading to the capture of Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

Interesting Fact: Thomas Harris attended the trial of The Monster of Florence, Pietro Pacciani, in 1994, incorporating some of the aspects of the crimes into his Hannibal novel and hinting that Hannibal himself was Il Mostro (The Monster of Florence).

Hannibal: Directed by Ridley Scott, 2001

If some readers were unhappy with the novel, there were those unhappy about the production of a movie in the same vain. Ted Tally didn't want to write the screenplay, Foster didn't want to reprise her role as Starling and Demme wasn't interested in directing. The consensus was it was too graphic and gory and they wanted no part of it; a complete turnaround; they initially were chomping at the bit to be involved in the follow-up to The Silence of the Lambs.

Interesting Fact: Dino De Laurentiis was under the impression that given a good story even he could play Clarice Starling.

The extra dinner course you never needed; you were already full.

Hannibal Rising: Thomas Harris, 2006

From all accounts that I've read, Harris was gently coerced into writing Hannibal Rising. Dino De Laurentiis wanted an origin story to turn into a film and he'd do it with or without Harris. Harris eventually caved and produced the fourth Lecter novel, Hannibal Rising.

Harris uses the hardships of WWII as the starting backdrop for the development of young Lecter's transformation into “Hannibal the Cannibal”. This is perhaps a story that never needed to be told. We were given glimpses in the novel Hannibal that never made it into the movie and perhaps that was a mistake; not seeing the humanity in Hannibal before events unfolded to create a monster and he is a monster, however refined his tastes are. It would have made a good contrast to the harshness of Lecter's grotesque and sadistic actions in Hannibal; that's where a good screenplay, might have made a difference. Francis Dolarhyde, Jame Gumb and Hannibal Lecter weren't born evil, they were shaped and moulded by their harsh experiences as young, innocent, impressionable children. Monsters aren't born, they are made – the moral of the stories. The difference being Hannibal always took responsibility for his actions, never placing the blame at someone else’s feet.

Hannibal Rising: Directed by Peter Webber, 2007

This time Harris would be involved, writing the screenplay for the Hannibal Rising movie. While I enjoyed Gaspard Ulliel as a young Hannibal, I felt that the story was unnecessary.

And just when you thought that was all and Hannibal Lecter's story had been narrated from beginning to end; Lecter was resurrected in 2013 for Bryan Fuller's TV Series, titled Hannibal, for three seasons on NBC.

Dessert

A delicate balance of psychiatry, culinary skills, food porn, relationships, sex, beauty, horror

and murder tableaus, like the layers of a sinful Double Chocolate Torte.

Hannibal TV Series: Developed by Bryan Fuller, 2013-2015

I know what you're going to say; there's no way I'm watching a Hannibal TV show without Hopkins on NBC! Whether your a Cox fan or a Hopkins fan; they both played the part in their own style and both performances are top notch. Hopkins had a little more to sink his teeth into with The Silence of the Lambs; as the screen time was slightly longer than in Manhunter.

I was stubborn too! I didn't watch Hannibal during the originally airing for season one or two. I remember catching a glimpse of an episode as I was on my way out to photograph a band; I was a live music photographer for around three years, so many of my Friday nights were spent in Toronto. It was the episode with the horse and the coffin-birth, which ultimately left an impression. So in January 2015 I binge watched season one and two (26 episodes) in only two days; I couldn't stop watching!

There's been a string of missing girls attributed to one person, known as “The Minnesota Shrike” and the FBI are struggling for leads. Upon the eighth girls disappearance, Jack Crawford (Laurence Fishburne) walks into Will Graham's (Hugh Dancy) classroom to request his help. Graham has the unique ability to empathize with narcissits and sociopaths and as he states, it has less to do with a personality disorder and more to do with an active imagination. Dr. Bloom expresses her concerns to Jack Crawford about using Will Graham for his special gifts and recommends keeping an eye on him; suggesting a colleague of hers, Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

Bryan Fuller's adaption uses Red Dragon as the main source material, with additional material from Hannibal and Hannibal Rising; expanding characters stories and switching some genders to give it a less male dominated cast. Characters like Margot Verger, who were left out of the Hannibal movie are slotted back in to give the Mason Verger story more substance. Cordell, Verger's valet and cook, is far cheekier in the TV series. Dr. Alan Bloom is transformed into Dr. Alana Bloom and Freddy Lounds, once played by the amazing Philip Seymour Hoffman becomes Freddie Lounds played by Lara Jean Chorostecki, who plays her less sleazy and yet still despicable.

Interesting Fact: Bryan Fuller incorporated some of the forward written by Harris in Red Dragon about his experience writing the novel.

Whipped Fresh Creme & a Cherry On-top!

Hannibal Fan Fiction

Season 3 of Hannibal ends on a cliff hanger and unfortunately NBC cancelled the show without a resolution. Not to worry, there is a buffet of Hannibal Fan Fiction out there for you to sink your teeth into. Hannibal fan fiction spans the spectrum of General Audience to NC-17 to pornographic; there is something to suit everyone's taste. If you don't find anything pleasing; you can always write your own fan fiction!

Interesting Fact: Some of the cast members have read Hannibal fan fiction.

Hannibal Fan Art

The amazing thing about the Hannibal fandom, whether you're old school or new school; there is incredible artwork to explore created by incredibly talented artists.

Interesting Fact: Bryan Fuller and the De Laurentiis Company are not dicks about copyright infringement, when it comes to fan art and fan fiction.

Hannibal Conventions

Red Dragon Con by Starfury: An all Hannibal Con in London, England.

Fannibal Fest: An all Hannibal Con with location tours in Toronto, Canada.

Sofa-Con by Fannibal Fest: Due to the lock-down situation around the world because of Covid-19 all conventions were cancelled in 2020. Fannibal Fest set of some Zoom meetings with guests that starred or worked on Hannibal.

There are several Hannibal fandom groups all over different parts of the world; who meat-up to dine and discuss their favourite topic, Hannibal. I am part of a GTA Fannibal group that centres around Toronto, Canada and we’ve met several times.

So, as we finish our dining experience with Dr. Hannibal Lecter; we'll eagerly anticipate another invitation to Lecter's dinner table, as a guest or if you're unspeakably rude, perhaps you'll be the main course; either way I'll meet or eat you there!

Shannon L. Christie

aka Hannibal_Obsessed

[butsomeofusarelookingatthestars]

Forgotten: Part 1

During one of the BAU’s most difficult cases, Luke meets a dedicated journalist who is committed to fighting for the underdog. Reluctant to trust the authorities at first, she finds a friend in the compassionate FBI agent. But as they draw closer, the challenges only grow with fear, hostility and a relentless unsub whose attention turns to her…

AN/ I actually did it! Here’s Part 1 which hopefully sets the scene. I’m hoping to update this fortnightly on a Sunday evening. Big plans ahead! I hope you enjoy. Please let me know what you think x

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, your back aching as you leant back in your chair to survey the empty room. The warm glow of your desk lamp was oddly comforting in the dimly lit office. Darkness pressed up against the windows and you could hear the bustling street outside, cars beeping and late-night revellers bristling with delight as they poured into the local bars. 

A part of you wished you were alongside them. 

Ping!

You glanced at your computer screen, your lips curving into a small smile as you scanned the email that had just come through. Another piece of the puzzle. 

Questioning and investigating had always been interests of yours. Even when you were young, your childhood games had consisted of mystery solving. Every school report had highlighted your natural curiosity and ability to challenge authority...or ‘backtalk’ as the teachers had put it. But journalism hadn’t even crossed your mind until your English teacher had encouraged you to take a work experience placement at a local paper.

You hadn’t looked back since. 

The long hours at university, the endless reports and tiresome essays had all been worth it to achieve your goal of becoming a fully fledged journalist at an independent news association. It wasn’t as glamorous as the movies made out. Most days were spent crammed into tiny offices with colleagues, chasing dead-end leads or struggling to piece together articles in time to make deadlines.

Pressure came with the job, but you had increasingly found yourself addicted to the thrill of uncovering secrets, holding the powerful to account and sharing truth with others. If you could make a difference in your own little corner of the world, you had to do it. 

It gave you a purpose.

“Shouldn’t you be out with your friends?” 

You almost jumped in surprise, too caught up in your emails to notice your boss staring at you in amusement from across the office. He gave you a knowing grin. 

“Another late night Y/N? I admire your determination, but you have to take a time out sometimes.” 

“I’m just finishing up a lead.” You explained, gesturing at your computer. “I’ll be done soon.” 

He flashed you a disbelieving look. He really did know you too well. 

“I promise.” You told him, smiling softly as he nodded in agreement. 

RING

You glanced down at your phone, your heart sinking as you recognised the Caller ID. Apparently your boss sensed your change of mood straight away. 

“I bet I know who that will be.” He said, gazing at you sympathetically. “Make sure you call it a night afterwards. You need some time to yourself sometimes Y/N.”

You nodded in agreement, your fingers already itching to take the call. “Will do.” You gave your boss a small smile as he waved goodbye, flashing once last concerned glance behind his shoulder as he disappeared into the elevator.

You took a deep breath before accepting the call. “Hi Anne, how are you doing?”

The familiar guilt began to build up as you heard her strained voice. It never got easier talking to victim’s families. In fact, with each one it got harder to accept that yet another family was experiencing unimaginable pain. 

“I know. I can’t imagine how difficult it must be for you.” You spoke softly, pausing for a moment as you heard her begin to cry. “Have you spoken to the support worker I put you in touch with?” 

Luke stifled a yawn, rubbing his eyes furiously in an effort to stay alert. It was late even by his standards, but he desperately wanted to finish writing up his reports for the day. For some reason, despite being a member of the BAU for the past year he still felt the need to impress. 

To go above and beyond had always been part of his job. Besides it was nothing compared to the 75th Ranger Regiment. At least this job didn’t involve warzones. Sometimes he felt himself missing the action of the military, but soon after joining the BAU he had realised how rewarding it was to work closely with his colleagues. 

Hunting down criminals was something that came naturally to him. Protecting others was something he felt like he had to do. 

He let out a sigh as his gaze fell upon his file. The victims’ names appearing to loom out at him. The downside to the job? At times, it did also mean getting too close for comfort with unsubs. Getting inside their heads became increasingly uncomfortable the more he got to know victims and their families.

“I know why I’m here...why are you?”

He jumped at the sound of Emily’s voice, flashing her an amused grin. Trust his Unit Chief to be the only FBI superior complaining about their team working late. 

“I just wanted to finish up before heading home.” He told her, chuckling as she shot him a disbelieving look.

“Well, consider it an order from me to go. Linda Barnes can’t force us all to stay chained to our desks.” She joked, rolling her eyes sarcastically at the mere mention of their troublesome superior. “Besides I’m sure Roxy will be happy to see you!”

Luke let out a bark of laughter. The sound of his mum complaining about him settling down popped into his head. When will you have someone other than Roxy to return home to mi hijo? 

He nodded in agreement. “I’m sure she will.” He replied, holding his hands up in defeat. “Just let me finish this update for one of the families first.” 

Emily’s eyes softened at his words. She gave him an understanding nod. She knew how much it meant. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do.” 

Luke gave her a small smile of appreciation before he turned his attention back to his work. It was important to him to communicate with families - whether it was an update about court proceedings against unsubs, appeals information or just to check in with them at difficult times. 

It wasn't as if he were addicted to his job. But it could at times be all consuming. After all, it was difficult not to think about the dark nature of the BAU and the suffering of victims. 

Perhaps it had been what had happened to Phil that fuelled his pursuit? He knew what the pain of losing a love one felt like. So, he wanted to do everything in his power to ease the suffering for others.

He understood. It would never be enough.

“I bring spoils of victory!” You sang happily as you entered the newsroom, a box of delicious smelling doughnuts in hand. “I got the best of Maxine’s freshly baked goods.”

Cheers rung out and you laughed softly at the sheer delight on your colleagues faces. It was always appreciated to have a special pick-me-up in the office. The job could feel overwhelming at times and, despite the pressure, you all pulled together and worked closely to help one another.

Showing your affection with sugary goods was always well received. 

“You’re the best Y/N!” Your friend Jennifer exclaimed, grinning widely as she eagerly picked up a doughnut from the box you offered her. “Anything you need help with this week, just give me a shout.”

“Careful, I may take you up on that.” You replied, flashing her a teasing smile. The two of you had always been close friends and, as colleagues, you worked together well. You were there when she needed a push and she was there when things got tough you...which seemed to be happening more recently.  

“Please never move jobs Y/N.” Archie, a fellow journalist who covered local politics, joked as he enthusiastically tucked into his selection. “This office wouldn’t last a minute without you...or the doughnuts.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully before taking a seat at your desk. A contented smile crossed your face as you took in the jubilant atmosphere. It was nice to have days like this.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last. 

Your phone rung out loudly prompting Archie and Jen to flash you nervous glances. But you ignored them, taking a deep breath before answering the call. 

"Y/N Y/L/N speaking...”

“There’s a breaking story.”

It was another early start for the BAU team as they sat around the bullpen. They had all gotten the dreaded message from Emily earlier that they’d received a new case. However, she seemed to have been trapped in meetings with the FBI higher-ups for the past thirty minutes...which meant there was something much bigger at play than a regular case. 

“I’m just saying newbie, if you insist on wearing shirts like that? Expect it to be noted.” 

Luke rolled his eyes holding up his hands in playful surrender. “Ouch! I didn’t realise my fashion taste would be such an offensive to you Garcia.” 

The trendy blonde surveyed him with curiosity, flicking her fluffy pen at his chest teasingly. “You call a grey plaid shirt fashion taste newbie?” 

JJ flashed Luke a sympathetic glance, but still joined in with the rest of the team’s laughter as Luke merely shrugged his shoulders in defeat and chuckled warmly. Even when he was being teased for his lack of interest in clothes, it felt nice to be part of the team. 

Sadly their good news didn’t last as Emily approached them, glancing in concern as her FBI superiors filed out of her office. Linda Barnes flashed them an icy glare before moving towards the exit.

“We have a case. It’s a bad one.”

AN/ There you have it! Spoiler: their paths will cross haha! Sorry for the delay. This was meant to be up on Sunday, but I’m still working full-time so by the time I get to the weekend I’m usually too exhausted to write. Thanks for sticking with me. I know there’s not much going on, but please let me know what you guys think - storyline, characters, length of chapter (I’m agonising over this haha!), whatever you want to share. x

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[lovemesomesurveys]

“I’m going to stand on the ground like a skyscraper”

Is there a necklace that you wear all the time? No. I haven’t worn a necklace in years. How often do you wear skirts? Never. Do you enjoy baking? I used to, especially during the holidays. I haven’t done any baking the past few years, though. Do you have a large kitchen? No, it’s really small. Is anything sore on your body at the moment? Of course.

Do you like 3D movies? No. Where were you 3 hours ago? Sitting right here on my bed. Have you ever heard of Hot Chelle Rae? Yeah. I liked a couple of their songs. Do you know where Poland is? I know it’s in Europe. Are you afraid of dying? Yes. Are you wearing socks right now? Always. Do you speak your mind? I keep a lot to myself. If you found a wounded bird, what would you do? I honestly don’t know. I’ve never encountered a wounded bird. Ever rode on an elephant? No. Have you ever had braces? Yes, but not for my teeth.

“Cause I finally realize that I can’t get you off my mind”

Have you ever eaten a crayon? No. Do you like strawberries? Yeah. I haven’t had any in years, though. Wrestling or boxing? Neither. When's the last time you went to the mall? Last December. Have you ever gone Christmas Caroling? I have, actually. A few of us from the psych club I was in at my community college went caroling one year to a few different nursing homes. It was nice, they seemed to enjoy it. What song do you never get tired of? There’s numerous songs that will always be a favorite of mine. Do you have a favorite chef? No. Do you know who Travis Pastrana is? Yeah. What song pumps you up and makes you feel good? Hmm. What's bothering you right now? My back and the fact that I don’t feel well.

Favorite flavor of gum? Minty flavors. Does your school have air conditioning? How many mirrors do you have in your home? 5 that I know of for sure. That doesn’t include handheld mirrors, though. What does your wrapping paper look like for presents this year? I haven’t bought any, yet. Do you like Jay-Z? I’ve only liked a couple of his songs. However, the Linkin Park and Jay-Z collab album was/is dope.

“we’re gonna party like it’s your birthday”

What time was it 14 hours ago? 5:30PM. What's the craizest thing that happens in your hometown? Uh, high crime rates. :X Have any of your friends ever stabbed you in the back? Yes. What's your favorite city? Beachy, touristy cities throughout California. Have you ever laid on a hammock? I think I have as a kid. Who's the most famous person you met? Jamie Lee Curtis. Have you ever had a boyfriend/girlfriend stolen from you? No. Where do you want to live someday? Near the beach. I’d love to have a beach home one day. Do you like your eyes? I wish I had blue or green eyes instead. Do you wear a watch? Nope. Do you like peanut butter? Yes. Do you tan easily? If I spend a day at the beach I’ll sunburn and then it turns into a tan. That’s the only time I spend a long period of time outdoors. Do you have sensitive skin? Yes. Do you care if people smoke/drink? Not in general, no. If it becomes a problem then yes. Has anyone ever gives you roses? Nope.

“every little thing that you do, I’m amazed by you”

How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Sigh. I dozed off around 5AM and slept until 7AM and here we are now at 7:53AM. I don’t understandddd. D: I’m going to definitely attempt more sleep, but I have to call my doctor soon. Do you hate it when babies cry? If it’s loud and excessive it gets overwhelming and annoying. Would you like to get snake bites? (the piercing) Not now, but I wanted them back when I was like 16.  Would you move to a new state/country to be with the one you love? That’s one of those situations I’d have to be in to know what I’d do. It’s hard for me to even imagine cause I’ve never even been close to that before. It’s also hard for me to imagine ever moving far away from my family. I think I’d try to work something else out to be honest. Like, maybe they wouldn’t mind picking up and moving here? Why would I have to move?  What is your name? Stephanie. What do you plan on buying in the future? Christmas presents for my fam soon. Who is your favorite "That '70 Show" character? I don’t have one. I actually watched that show during its original run, but I tried again years later when I was older and couldn’t get into it. There is a mummy behind you. What do you do? Uh, run? What do you think of Miley Cyrus? I like her. Do you tend to think you are always right? Absolutely not. What was your favorite toy as a child? Barbies. I was obsessed. Do you think more about your funeral or wedding? Uh, neither.  Dinosaurs or unicorns? Unicorns, I guess. You need new jeans. Where do you go? I haven’t bought a new pair of jeans in years. I’d probably look at JCP first since that’s where I used to get them. I always found the perfect fit there. What do you think about Maroon 5? I like a lot of their music.

“someone pinch me, I must be dreaming again”

Have you ever snuck into an R-rated movie when you weren't old enough? Nah. How many Emily's do you know? I don’t know any. Have you ever slept in a tent outside? No. What's your favorite kind of Girl Scout cookie? I like all of ‘em really except for the coconut ones. Their newer cookie, Lemonades, are quite delicious. What do you hear at the moment? An ASMR video. Why do you think a lot of people left Myspace for Facebook? Facebook became cooler for some reason. I remember not wanting to make the move at all, I thought Facebook was lame lol. I just did it because everyone literally left. I don’t know about everyone else, but when it happened for me it was soon after graduating high school and Facebook was for college students, so I guess we just graduated from Myspace or something. *shrug* It’s crazy how quickly it flip flopped, though. Myspace became lame and now we all kinda laugh about it. Do you watch the Olympics? Nope. Have you ever been to Minnesota? No. What's the strangest thing you've seen on TV? Hmm. What do you miss most about elementary school? I miss being elementary school ages the most, but also school was fun back then. I liked the projects and music class and this thing called field day that we did on the last day of school every year that consisted of like relay games and whatnot. It was fun. Anything funny happen to you while you were at Wendy's? Uhh, no. I very rarely even go to Wendy’s. It’s been awhile. When's the last time you picked up a stick? I have no idea.

How often do you have camp fires? Never. I’d like to do bonfires in the fall.

“honestly, I haven’t been happy for a long time”

How long has your computer been on? Hours. Do you like chips and salsa? I used to love chips and salsa. I can’t eat spicy food anymore, though. :( Do you have any pictures of the guy you like? There’s no such guy at the moment. Ever touched a fish? I don’t think so. Maybe as a kid with my pet fish. When's the last time you uploaded pictures onto Facebook or Myspace? I uploaded a new profile picture last month on Facebook. Do you have any band-aids on right now? Nope. Ever had a blister? Yes. Not fun. Do you watch the show The Hard Times or RJ Berger? No. Have you ever voted for anything? Yeah, for elections and other smaller stuff. Do you like high top shoes? I can’t wear them cause they’re hard for me to get my foot into. Do you think those nerd glasses are cool? What are nerd glasses, exactly?

Do you own any t-shirts of your favorite band/singer? Yes. Have you ever worn a tie? No. Have you ever made dinner for someone? No, cause I don’t cook. Do you only listen to your muisc loud? No. I like to listen to it at a comfortable level. It varies, but never super loud.

“my give a damn’s busted”

Have you ever taken drama class? I actually did take two drama classes in community college. :O Shocking, I know. Have you ever rode a mechanical bull? Nooo. That would be very dangerous for me to do and I’d never even attempt it. Have you ever played on a basketball team? No. Ever stayed in a motel? Yes. What number was your jersey in high school? I didn’t have a jersey, I didn’t play any sports. Have you ever choked on something? Yes. I had one really traumatic experience that changed how I take my medicine ever since. That happened almost 10 years ago now, but ever since I’ve had to crush my pills. When I tried taking pills again not long after it happened, it literally felt like my throat was closing up every time and I was terrified of it getting lodged again. That day was really scary, my dad literally almost had to put his finger down my throat. Do you wear a belt? Nope, I only ever wear leggings. I’ve actually never worn a belt before, though. Do you have a rug in your room? No. Do you go camping during the summer? Nope. I have no interest at all in doing that. Do you carry a purse everywhere you go? Not anymore, but I used to. In most recent years it was a mini backpack. Where's your favorite place to get coffee? Honestly, I’m a basic bitch and just go to Starbucks, ha. It’s nearby and convenient and yeah. Plus, people hate on it but I actually like it. *shrug* I get really into it when they come out with their winter drinks, like they have now. I wish we had a Tim Hortons so I can see what that hype is all about. What's the last time you searched on Google? When’s the last time I searched on Google? Earlier. Which of these singers have the best voice: Katy Perry or Usher? I think they both sing well. They’re very different, you can’t really compare. What food is your weakness? Boneless garlic parm and lemon pepper wings from Wingstop. How many unread emails do you have right now? I don’t feel like checking at the moment.

[popcrone818]

The Other Swan Part 9

Three months had passed with nothing happening. Sam and his pack had settled down on wanting to hunt Renesme, now that Jake had imprinted on her, they were even working together. Seth and Leah didn’t return to Sam’s pack though, but things were good with both packs. Seth and I were made to sit out of the fight with the volturi, so we stayed at Seth’s in front of the fire just waiting to hear any news. Apparently the Volturi didn’t end up fighting with the Cullen’s and their allies. So everyone came home safely. When I saw Jake emerging from the forest, I sprinted from my place on Seth’s lap out to where he was. I didn’t even care that I wasn’t wearing weather appropriate clothing. Sam’s pack and Leah soon followed him out of the forest as well and I wrapped each and everyone of them in a tight hug. All of my boys were okay regardless of pack. Finally everyone was able to breath a huge sigh of relief.

“Party at mine and Emily’s!” Sam shouted before he and his pack took off. I turned to Leah, Seth and Jake. We all shrugged and headed inside so I could warm up. I didn’t think things through when I ran out to Jake and the others. Seth pulled me into his side as we walked.

When we got to Sam and Emily’s the bonfire was going off and Emily had made a delicious looking spread of food for the boys and us girls who had come. Renesme and Claire were still far too young for this kind of party. I don’t even think Seth and I would be able to touch even a single drink.

New years parties were supposed to be fun, and I mean yes I did have fun but theres just something about watching everyone else around you drink when you cant. Even if they technically aren’t legal age to be drinking either. As we counted down to midnight Seth pulled me in close to his warm body.

“Ready to ring in the new year together, first new year of the rest of our lives.” He whispered into my ear. I took a deep breath and nodded. This whole rest of our lives thing isn’t so bad after all.

10.

9.

8.

7.

6.

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

Seth crashed his lips into my own as he held me to him by my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him impossibly closer. We heard cat calls and wolf whistles coming from the boys as we pulled away blushing.

“Would you look at these two! Finally acting like adults. I'm proud of you kids.” Paul came up and wrapped his arms around mine and Seth’s shoulders pulling us close to his body. “Next they’ll be fucking and making babies together!”

“I think you’ve had plenty to drink Paul. Back up and leave them alone.” I heard Jake yell across the fire at us. The night continued in with Seth and I cuddled up together and everyone else drinking. I couldn’t wait for the time that Seth and I could join in on the games and the drinking. But even then, in two years they would all still say were too young. Even though we would be the same age as they are now. Sometimes I hated being so young. I watched everyone get increasingly drunk and got Seth to help me help the boys inside on the couches or in the spare rooms. We left one for ourselves and crashed out soon after everyone was safely inside.

The new year started off very slowly. Bella and the Cullen’s ended up moving to Alaska promising that they would be back to see everyone occasionally.

Seth’s birthday was coming up quickly and I had taken to discussing it with Sue, Emily and Leah. We were going to surprise him, it is his 16th after all. It needed to be perfect. All Jake knew about it was that he needed to keep Seth out of the house for the day. Leah hadn’t phased when Seth was so she wouldn’t slip up and let it out. Emily, Sue, Leah and I set everything up while Jake was telling Seth all about how to patrol, turning 16 in 2 days allowed him to be able to patrol on some nights.

“I’m worried about him going out to start patrolling. What if something happens to him?” I asked as we set up streamers in Sue’s house. Emily came up to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“He is going to be fine. They are literally built for this, its in their genetics.” She rubbed my shoulder as Sue and Leah agreed. I nodded and took a deep breath; I would always worry about him. It’s my job really.

“I know, I will just always worry.” They nodded. “Okay, I think I can hear them.” We hurried to get into position as the boys walked through the door. Jake and Sam’s pack came through the door first after I noticed that they pushed Seth to the back, so he was the last one in.

“Surprise!” we all jumped and yelled as he made his way in. I pushed myself to the front where I walked up to him and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. His hands found my hips as mine wound around his neck.

“Happy birthday Seth.” I breathed out as we pulled away.

“Its not for another two days babe.” He turned to everyone and finally noticed the decorations. “You did all of this for me?” he asked turning back to me still in his arms.

“Me and your mom, your sister and Emily, we all did.” I beamed brightly at him as the boys came and patted him on the back.

“So the plan for tonight is a BBQ with a bonfire, and Seth you get to have your first drink, not that it will do much or last long, just to give you a taste.” Leah said walking out and bringing the food along with her as we all followed her outside. Sam’s pack ran off to play soccer while I stood by and listened to Jake tell Seth some more about patrolling.

“You need to be on high alert out there, that’s kind of the whole point. I know you’ve got Skye to think about, but try and think about if she was ever in trouble. You would want to be at your best right? Well just think of it like that, your keeping all the bad people that wants to hurt Skye away.” Jake clapped Seth on his shoulder before putting his head in a headlock and rubbing his head.

“It’s safe though right, Jake?” I asked walking over to the two. Billy and Charlie had shown up in the time it took us to go outside and they oversaw cooking for tonight.

“Of course it safe, I would never put Seth in danger, I know how much he means to you now. Plus Sam’s pack is always out as well. And he will never be on his own, at least until he's 18.” Jake wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “You don’t need to worry so much, he’s in good hands and it hurts that you would even question me about that.” He rubbed my head gently before he pushed me gently into Seth’s chest.

“Okay,” I nodded my head, “Let’s go play soccer so I can kick your asses.” I hit Seth and Jake in the chest, feeling a slight twinge in each hand but shook them and I was fine again. Damn wolves, they will be the death of me.

“Will she kick our asses?” I heard Seth ask Jake.

“Maybe if we didn’t have killer reflexes, she used to, when we were younger, Embry, Quil, me and Skye, we used to play all the time. So yeah, she used to kick my ass. As far as I know she played in school too after that.” I swear I could hear Seth gulp from here.

The first round the boys went easy on me, after realising I was a decent player, they started to play harder. Embry knocked me with his shoulder before trying to take the ball from me. I elbowed him in the ribs and winced in slight pain before doing my famous manoeuvre and making it impossible for him to get the ball even with his fast reflexes and the fact the jab did nothing to him at all. I quickly scored before I felt my body weight being lifted off the ground and I watched as Embry shook his head. Seth had me up on his shoulder and the boys were cheering me on and chanting my name.

“I can’t believe I fucking forgot about that move. You’re a cheater Skylah!” Embry yelled at me.

“You’re just a sore loser, you always have been.” I told him and tapped Seth’s hand to get him to let me down. The boys all came over to me and all told me how great of a player I was.

“You should play for the school here.” Jake said when he came up to me, bringing Seth with him.

“And I could come and watch you play and be so proud of my amazing girlfriend. Not that I'm not always.” He pulled me into him and placed a kiss on my temple.

“Food Kids!” Sue called us all over where every dug straight in. Even I was famished. Nothing like a good soccer match to make me as hungry as these boys around me. The night went on much like that. We pulled out the marshmallows when it got dark and started to tell scary stories. I just hoped Seth had a great birthday, he was all the mattered.

After the night ended Seth and I got comfortable in his king-sized bed, he cuddled up close to me and I started to play with his ever-growing hair.

“Did you enjoy tonight?” I asked him. He hummed and lifted his head from where he had it resting on my stomach.

“Of course I did. It was the best birthday I could ever ask for. I cant wait to see what you have in store for my 18th and 21st.” I laughed at him and caressed his cheek gently.

“Whatever you truly desire will be my wish.” I told him. He laughed at me and kissed me gently.

“These past couple of months have been a dream come true Skylah, and I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way, I'm so glad I imprinted on you, and I'm so glad you didn’t go back to Arizona-.”

“Mom and Phil are in Florida now.” I interrupted him, he waved me off and continued.

“Either way, I'm so glad you stayed, I didn’t know how long I would have been able to live without you, and I'm so glad you accepted the bond. But this is about more than just the bond. I love you Skylah. And I'm so glad to call you mine.” He pulled my face closer to his with each word until I could feel his breath n my lips. So close but I waited for him to finish. I was almost in tears by the time he finished and when he finally placed his lips on mine a tear slid down my cheek. I kissed him back with as much passion and love as he did me, I really hoped he felt it all. I could feel my heart leaving my body and finding its forever home in Seth, Seth was my everything, and I was his. He now had the power now to break my heart, but I had faith that he wouldn’t do that.

 The next unfortunately Seth and I had school. Now because I had transferred mid-year, I wasn’t the most sought-after friend for people. In fact I wasn’t very liked at all. Seth and I had decided to keep things from school grounds and just live life as if we didn’t know each other at school. And for the most part; it worked, but we had a free period together and we couldn’t keep away for too long without causing one of us to be sick. We were still discreet in doing so though and just sat closer to each other in the classes we had together. He was my lab partner in Biology and Chemistry, only because the teacher thought I needed the help and Seth was amazing with both subjects. He struggled in English, but I have been helping him with that, and math.

In my free period today though I decided I needed to go to the library and return my books so I could get new ones. On my way there however a hand closed itself around my mouth and dragged me backwards into a dark corner of the school.

“Thought you could get rid me did you Skylah?” a menacing voice growled in my ear. My eyes widened and I tried hard to get his hand away from my mouth, I didn’t want him to touch me ever again yet here he was, in La Push Washington, halfway across the country just to find me. My hands started to tremble as he brought his hand down away from my mouth and placed it around my neck. “What are you going to do this time? Run away again? It will only make it worse for you.” He dragged me away from the corner and towards a large truck parked in the car park. “Now be a good little girl and stay quiet.” He slammed the door in my face after throwing me in and then started the truck and took off.

[shtuphnie]

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Last song: "A Map, a String, a Light" by Yvette Young. Her music is incredibly soothing and it makes me feel like the world is a less horrible place.

Last movie: The Book of Eli. Tbh after having seen Mad Max: Fury Road and using that as the bar post-apocalyptic action movies need to meet, I really disliked how desaturated this movie was, how violence toward women was portrayed, and also how... very weirdly Christian it was. 

Currently reading: I've been picking up and putting down Come As You Are by Emily Nagoski for a few months. It's about women's sexuality, and I appreciate the metaphors she uses to make what she's talking about more digestible, but sometimes I feel like I lose track of the original topic while she's explaining the metaphor.

Currently watching: I'm rewatching a Kingdom Hearts II let's play, because I want to turn my brain off and just enjoy the clusterfuck that is Kingdom Hearts' plot.

Currently craving: a Mayan Mocha from a local coffeeshop. it's spicy and chocolatey and delicious also low-key having boy problems and that's my go to drink when I'm feeling emotionally weird.

Currently working on: I'm switching back and forth between setting up a new bullet journal, which I’m super excited about because I love the paper in my new notebook, and sewing a skirt.

Currently playing: sadly I it's a really bad idea for me to play video games because of something that happened to my shoulder about two years ago. I've been living vicariously through Play Frame's let's plays and GDQ streams ever since.

tagging @theaquadragon, @monster-bait, @llapdog, @jaesauce and whoever else wants to do this :)

[am-imagines]

Legendary pt. 2.5 Morgan!Reader

This is the angst route, it wrecked me while writing it so I hope y’all enjoy it. You’re the ones that asked for this after all.

Warnings: Grief and light swearing. Italic paragraphs is from the broadcast. R can’t hear them but I thought it was a nice touch.

Legacy, what does it truly mean?

You’ve heard that word a thousand times over the last three years, but it erupted like a volcano when you touched land in Australia. They say you’re Alex Morgan’s legacy and it’s on your shoulders to keep the legend alive.

They don’t see -or care-, the side of you still grieving after losing the most important person in your life. They don’t see the anger or the pain. And honestly, you’re not surprised.

There are things that your mother left with you. She taught you how to work hard every single day. She taught you discipline, dedication, control and perseverance. But the passion you feel while on the field is only yours.

The fire burning in your eyes and the need to prove yourself drive you forward even when the match hasn’t started yet. You’re a chess player, and by the beginning of the game, you’ve ten steps ahead.

The National Anthem is loud and clear in your ears, but you take the moment to send a prayer to the heavens above with the only hope she can hear you. You ask her to watch over you on your first match in this World Cup and the nerves you felt on the tunnel, leave when you open your eyes again.

You said it before, USWNT number thirteen is your biggest inspiration but also your shield. She’s with you; always. And you can feel her presence as you take your place for kickoff.

“Come on, team! It’s showtime!” You shout.

You meet the eyes of each member of your team and you find the same fire that fuels you burning there. It’s time to prove to the world what you’re capable of.

        “Number thirteen returns to the field for the USA and I’m sure everybody is          waiting to see if she follows the steps of the great Alex Morgan. Only time           will tell, and it’s time for the first 90 minutes on this World Cup for the dream         team.”

You’re on the Group of Death, but there’s no fear within you. Germany is a challenge; one you’ve trained to tackle one minute at a time.

The kickout starts the match; you move flawlessly in your element. Passing the ball and filling the gaps the defense doesn’t notice. You are the bridge connection Harry Long to Press, then you’re at the front; pointed spears as you launch yourself to the attack.

It’s almost impossible to crack Germany’s defensive line. Not a single ball makes it through them for the first twenty-five minutes or so, but that doesn’t stop you.

It’s a constant pick and roll with Press and Long following your silent lead. An instruction from the bench and then O’Hara is there; joining the attack with sharp passes and precise plays. In that moment you show the world why you’re the best team.

You’re unstoppable; playing harder when Germany refuses to let you through. You play better and find their goalie as a brick wall. Still, there’s no time to give up, to stop and as the first time starts to wind down; you play faster.

A terrific pass from O’Hara opens the doors and Press doesn’t disappoint when she nutmegs a defense to clear the rest of the path. You follow even your muscles hurt; your lungs burn with the exertion as you push even more.

The goalie comes out to try and block press, and that’s exactly when she passes to you. With a solid contact, you send the ball straight into the net.

      “That’s a goal! Oh, what an amazing goal from Y/N Morgan to open the                score! An incredible play by the USA finished with a delightful shot. Buckle          your seatbelts, ladies and gentlemen! Morgan is back in the building, and            she brought pure magic with her.”

You never really stop running and make it to Press in no time. Jumping into her arms you fist-bump the air as some other players join your celebration.

“Let’s fucking go!” You shout over the crowd.

The first goal for your team in the World Cup is yours, but you still have a million things to prove. Not just to the crowd cheering for you, or the ones following the match through their screens. You want to prove it to yourself; you want to earn every minute you play.

In your opinion, there’s no time to stop. Even when halftime arrives, you keep thinking about how to do things better once you go back.

One goal is not enough against a team like Germany. A single mistake here can cost you an important victory, and this is the match you’ve been waiting for the last three years. This is the even you’ve dreamed of all your life.

You’re insistent; nagging every player when they have the ball. You press, and press and press. You’ve run a marathon and if you’re exhausted, the adrenaline doesn’t let you tell.

Nothing can stop you as you make it to the box...except maybe an elbow to the face.

A penalty kick is called while your team protest earnestly for a red card.

You’re nailed and you can feel your mouth fill with blood when you hit the ground. Instead of waiting for the medical team, you go back to your feet and to the sideline where you promptly ask for a towel to clean your face after spitting out the blood. A sip of water and that’s all you need.

Harry Long is your designated player to take penalty kicks, but the blonde takes the ball and shoves it into your hands. There’s a delicious glint in her eyes that you’ve seen in Allie. Like mother like daughter, you think. Both of them could be Bond villains.

“Make them pay,” she says.

“I will.”

You put the ball down on the penalty spot, then take a couple of steps back; hands on your waist while the ref talks to the German goalie.

            “This is a great chance for the U.S.A to extend the lead, will Morgan be                able to score?”

This is a one-on-one battle where your biggest enemy is yourself. 

Eleven meters separate you from your destiny; this is your chance to make an impression. This is your opportunity to start a career with a bang and make everyone see beyond your last name. You aren’t your mother, that much is true, but you’re something special too.

You face yourself with this penalty kick and all the doubts that appear when you’re about to give up. The truth is, you’re still fighting and you earned your spot on the USWNT despite the press assuming Rapinoe made you a favor.

Your last name has weight; it keeps you grounded for another second as your eyes focus solely on the ball. Your mind is set in a sole objective when the ref blows the whistle.

Your name carries a punch like lightning and you hit the ball with a thunderous strike.

           “Goal for the USA! Morgan with her second goal of the match with only a             few minutes to spare on this encounter. The dream of America is more                 alive than ever, and I’m sure this game feels like a dream to Y/N.”

Your demons are buried on the left corner; the same one where you sent the ball.

The pain behind your fierceness comes to the surface for a second, but you refuse to cry where everyone can see you. Instead, you point to the sky and dedicate the goal to your biggest hero. Wherever she is.

This is the beginning of a long road and you know the comparisons, talks about you and your mother won’t end with this match. The press will ask the same questions after the world cup and they will follow you as your professional career progresses.

You wish Alex Morgan could be there with you; to help you paddle through a sea of skepticism. It’s hard to do this on your own, but nothing has stopped you before.

For the last three years you’ve worked yourself to the limit without taking a break. Stopping is not an option because you’re not sure you have enough strength to keep going afterwards. Bottling up you feelings; all the hurt, the pain and anger, was your strategy. It’s worked so far.

You’ve trained and fought through every day in hopes your mom is proud of you.

When the match ends, you’re confident there’s nothing else you could have done on those 90 minutes.

Leaving the pitch is bittersweet because that’s where you feel closer to Alex; wearing her number and doing everything she taught you. But when you stop running the myriad of feelings catch up to you and every time it’s harder to keep them at bay.

When you make it to the locker room is when the exhaustion finally hits, but it’s not just the aftermath of the game. You’re tired of holding it all in.

You wish your mom could be there in that moment. She always knew what to say to comfort you. She always knew what to do when the world seemed to spin a little too fast for your liking. But there’s nothing she can say right now, because she isn’t there. She can’t. She won’t. And your broken heart bleeds more than ever before.

Pretending to forget doesn’t help. How could you ever forget her?

The pain shows in your eyes as you stare blankly at your locker. You’re frozen; overwhelmed, because she won’t call you after the game to congratulate you. She won’t be there to pick you up and take you home.

Sonnett forces you to turn around, to face her, before wrapping her arms around you. She holds you so tight that the walls you’ve built crumble around you. She makes you stop to a halt and the lack of inertia moving you forward shatters your resolution.

You break even when you try your hardest not to.

And oh how much you try; you grasp Emily’s shirt desperately as you try to keep the pieces together. It’s useless.

The first gasp coming from your lips brings your feelings to the surface; no barriers to hold them back this time, and the hurt you’ve tried to deny for so long comes barreling in. A strangled sob wrecks your body, so you let Sonnett hold you while the storm hits.

“She would be so proud of you, Y/N.”

Sonnet and Rapinoe share a small fraction of your pain.

You saw their reactions to the news from the safety of your room. You watched how their gazes showed the grief when they lost a friend.

Kelley had been your rock through the funeral, and yet you were made of stone. You stood like a statue; strong but immovable. Shock didn’t let you cry but time eroded your facade and the gentle breeze of Emily’s words turned the rock to dust.

“I miss her,” you whisper against her shoulder.

It’s true that the world cup brings you closer to your mother in many ways, but it doesn’t give you a moment to forget she’s gone. Even after three years, you don’t know how to deal with the empty space she left in your life. Nobody does.

So, you cry on Sonnett’s shoulder for what feels like hours and yet the team is still there when you finally pull back. Their eyes hold no pity or shame, they look at you with the same love and pride, and that helps you find your ground again.

They pick a piece of your shattered soul each and make it part of themselves.

Ali “Krash” Harris finds your courage. Janice O’Hara takes your determination. Harriette “Harry” Long goes for the perseverance and T. Press your hunger for victory. They have you covered and when you feel like caving on your way back to the hotel, they carry you through.

Alex P. Morgan is gone, but the people around you are family too.

With them by your side you’ll bring the fucking World Cup home.

For her. For you. For a new beginning.

[introvertedfox]

Sims 4 - Stardew Valley Challenge [My Version]

As I said previously, I decided to write my own rules for my Stardew Valley Challenge. So here they are! I got a little inspiration from the rules I was following, but I changed most of it. Including the characters. I decided to choose some new characters that I felt could be an excuse to try things in game I haven’t tried yet. xD I had way to much fun doing this. Hope you enjoy!

Some important things before we get to the Generations:  - I used several packs for this challenge, and I feel too lazy to find alternatives for all of them xD so you’ll have to have some of the packs that are used to be able to follow it. Sorry…  - The characters don’t have to look like the ones from Stardew Valley or have the same gender, it’s completely up to you.

The Gens will be under the cut because this post is huge xD

You can also check the rules here. If you decide to give this a try don’t forget to use the hashtag #katesdv4 so I can follow your gameplay. Have fun! :)

Generation 1 - The Farmer 

Going from home to work, and from work back home. Working 8h a day, 7 days a week, always doing the same exact thing. Until one day, you remember that letter grandpa gave you before he passed away, and it changes everything. Grandpa left you his beloved farm! Or more precisely a big plot of land filled with trees and rocks and stamps … I know it doesn’t look good but remember grandpa is counting on you to turn it into the greatest farm this valley as ever seen. So let’s get to work!

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Family Oriented (and I’ll leave the other for you to decide since it’s the farmer anyway) Aspiration: Freelance Botanist Career: Gardener (requires Seasons, so you can skip this if you don’t have it and just sell the crops from the garden instead) Rules: - Have a garden with more than 50 plants - Master gardening skill - Reach level 10 career level (the branch is up to you) - Have a cabin type house, just the kitchen, bathroom, and one room. Upgrade the house as you go. (Like in stardew) Add the couple bed before you get married, and had a room for the kids before you have them. - Have only two kids - Have a full relationship with your spouse and kids

Generation 2 - The Wizard

You’ve always had your nose stuck in a book, while your sibling would be out there playing around with their friends, you would prefer to stay inside and just read. One of your favourite things to do was to make your own make-believe potions by mixing plants together and in food. Fantasies were always your favourite, magic, spells, potions,… The world would be a better place with magic in it. When the news of a magic realm reach your ears you waste no time to go there and explore it and so your adventure begins.

Traits: Loner, Gloomy, Bookworm Aspiration: Purveyor of Potions (requires Realm of Magic) Career: None (It’s up to you) Rules: - Master herbalism skill (requires Outdoor Retreat) - Reach rank 5 spellcaster (requires Realm of Magic) - Have a bad relationship with your sibling - Have only two friends growing up, your parents - Explore the realm of magic, but never move out of your parent’s house, even after they’re both gone - Never marry - Have one child, but the mother/father of the kid left you - Have a room/basement full of magical stuff, locked from the kid (your kid is not supposed to know you’re a spellcaster)

Generation 3 - Abigail

Growing up you always knew your mother/father was keeping secrets from you. That door is hiding something you know it, and one day you’ll find out what it is. Also, you always wanted a cat, but your mother/father never let you have one. You love the occult, vampires, aliens, mermaids,… their all real and you’re going to find them all and prove to the world that they exist. For now, you’re happy just playing video games and daydreaming about your fantasies, that’s until your mother/father shows you what’s behind the door…

Traits: Geek, Cat Lover (requires Cats and Dogs), Loner Aspiration: Spellcraft and Sorcery (requires Realm of Magic) Career: None (It’s up to you) Rules: - Be a young adult when you discover what your father/mother really is - Master video gaming skill - Master vampire lore (Requires Vampires) - Reach rank 5 spellcaster  (requires Realm of Magic) - Only have a good relationship with your mother/father after they show you what’s behind the door - Have a vampire friend (Requires Vampires) - Have a mermaid friend (Requires Island Living) - Have an alien friend (Requires Get to Work) - Marry an occult sim, vampire, mermaid, alien,… - Have a human kid - Have a cat

Generation 4 - Linus

Growing up surrounded by magic, and the occult can be really hard on a regular kid. Watching your parents and siblings perform magic tricks and brewing potions, while you can do either of those things. So you spend most of your time exploring the outdoors. You got pretty good at catching frogs, finding weird-looking stones and harvesting delicious fruits. One day, you decide you’re tired of all the magic around you and you just run away from home. Traits: Loves Outdoors, Glutton, Slob Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast (requires Outdoor Retreat, if you don’t have it go with the Curator instead) Career: None (Just living off the land, selling the stuff you find) Rules: - Run from home as a teenager or as soon as you age to young adult - Complete at least two collections (gems, frogs, …) - Only gain money from the collectibles you find - Live on a tent (until you start to have kids, then you can build a little cabin) - Live in an off the grid type lot - Only have low-quality stuff - Marry a sim with the Good trait - Never woohoo, always try for a baby

Generation 5 - Marnie

You always loved animals. Growing up living off the land you were always surrounded by them and your parents always taught you to respect them. If you won’t take care of the animals, who will? So at school when they asked you what you wanted to be when you grew old, the answer was pretty simple, you were going to be a vet. Animals were always so easy. If only people were that easy.

Traits: Loner, Dog Lover, Cat Lover (the last two require Cats and Dogs) Aspiration: Friend of the Animals (requires Cats and Dogs) Career: Vet (requires Cats and Dogs) Rules: - Master pet training skill (requires Cats and Dogs) - Master veterinarian skill (requires Cats and Dogs) - Have a 4 star vet clinic - Have at least 2 tanks full of fish - Have at least 10 frogs - Have at least 2 dogs - Have at least 2 cats - Never marry, or marry as an elder - Adopt 2 kids

Generation 6 - Pierre

You loved to help your mother/father at the vet clinic, not treating the pets though. But taking care of the stock and stocking the supplies in the vending machine they kept there. Your dream was to have your own shop someday, where you can sell anything you want. You devote your life to that store, trying to make it the best store in town. Sometimes you wonder if that’s the reason you don’t get along with your kid.

Traits: Perfectionist, Self-Assured, Ambitious Aspiration: Successful Lineage Career: Shop Owner (requires Get To Work) Rules: - Sell whatever you want at the store, but only make money from the stuff you sell there - Master charisma skill - Spend most of your time at the store - Have only 1 kid - Don’t get along with your kid

Generation 7 - Willy

You never understood why your father/mother loved that store so much, and why they spent all day there. It was way more fun to fish at the pounds in the park. You would always run there whenever you got the chance. When you get a big catch you always hang them proudly on the wall. When your father/mother gets the idea to start selling the fish you catch at the store, things start to get a little better.

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Good, Cheerful Aspiration: Angling Ace Career: Fish Shop Owner (After they’re father/mother dies they take over the shop to sell the fish they catch) (requires Get To Work) Rules: - Master fishing skill - Have a wall full of the best fish you catch - Fish every day - Complete the fish collection - Take over the store after your father/mother dies, but only sell the fish you catch

Generation 8 - Kent

You always loved your family very much. You were always happy to help your parents around the house and help your siblings when needed. Though you have a terrible temper, it’s really easy for you to get mad about things. You always had a sense of duty for your country, so you join the army as soon as you’re old enough to do so. After a few years, when you’re happily married and you just had your second child, they assigned you to some strange town to protect it against some mysterious threat. You’re forced to leave your family behind for some time, but you promise you’ll be back.

Traits: Active, Hot-Headed, Family-Oriented Aspiration: StrangerVille Mystery (Requires StrangerVille) and Bodybuilder (After completing the first one) Career: Military, Officer Branch (Requires StrangerVille) Rules: - Master Fitness skill - Marry a Neat sim - Marry and have at least 2 kids before becoming an adult - Move alone to StrangerVille after the birth of the second child - Don’t move back home until you complete the aspiration - Complete the aspiration StrangerVille Mystery (Requires StrangerVille) - After completing the aspiration you can move back home to your family

Generation 9 - Emily

Growing up, one of your parents was absent for the majority of the time, and the other was always busy keeping the house clean. So you had to find ways to entertain yourself. You always liked crafting and sewing. So you start to draw and sew your own costumes and clothes. You’d always force your sibling to try them, so they find you a bit annoying, but deep down they love you. One day, you come home from your part-time job tired and decide it’s time for a change, so you quit it and start working towards pursuing your dreams.

Traits: Creative, Cheerful, Art Lover Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire (you can choose another, I wasn’t really sure which to choose xD) Career: Style influencer - Stylist Branch Rules: - Master painting skill - Master charisma skill - Reach max level career - Have a part-time before joining the style influencer (could start as a teen) - Have a good relationship with your sibling Sibling lives with you until you marry, or they marry

Generation 10 - Gus

You’ve always loved food. As a kid, you were always stealing cookies from the jar, or sneaking some food when your mum was cooking. As you grew older there was nothing you enjoyed more than to cook a meal for a bunch of people. You’re well known among your friends for your delicious food and amazing dinner parties. You always dreamed of having a restaurant. So when you find this old restaurant in town for sale, you don’t even think twice.

Traits: Foodie, Good, Outgoing Aspiration: Friend of the World or Master Chef (I went with the first since for master chef you need to be in the culinary career) Career: Restaurant Owner (requires Dine Out) Rules: - Master cocking skill - Master baking skill - Have a 5 star restaurant (requires Dine Out) - Have at least 5 friends - Have a dinner party at least once a week, or once a season Cook all meals in the household

[taehyungiestummy]

Summer Dreams -- Chapter Fifteen

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         “Do you ever wonder how we will keep our knowledge of Korean when we are back home?” I wiggle around to get comfortable in the beanbag as I get the BattleBlock Theater started up.

         “Not the way that we keep up with German, that’s for sure,” Emily chuckles, opening a bag of chips. “I think that because we are learning the language for personal reasons, it will stick with us more and we will want to keep with it.”

         “That is true,” I select my character. “It can be like our secret language too. If we want to talk about random shit without others listening. Man, that will be awesome.”

         “We barely know enough to keep a basic conversation going, though,” Emily picks up her controller, selecting the character that she wants. “Nari will have to give us lessons over Skype as often as she can.”

         “Or the boys,” I fiddle around with the joysticks as we enter the first level, trying to get used to the controls. “We’ll have to Skype them for sure. How will we survive without them by our sides?”

         “You mean, how will you survive without your little lover boy?” Emily teases.

         “He’s not my lover,” I pout, shoving Emily’s character to death on purpose. “I can admit that I think he is super cute, and I have a crush on him, though.”

         “I think that you are super cute,” she nudges my leg with her foot. “Now, are we going completion on this game, or do you not care?”

         “Oh, we are going to get all the gems and unlock everything, that is for sure,” I restart the level. “So, we need to focus and communicate.”

         “We are a team, so let’s get at this.”

         Emily and I have been playing video games together like this for years. If the game has multiplayer, than we work together to get one hundred percent unlocked and beaten. If the games does not have multiplayer, it is usually just me playing on the device while Emily does her own thing, or we do trade-offs every now and again. Between the two of us, I am definitely the bigger video game nerd.

         We have spent a lot of time playing video games on this trip. It is unhealthy, no doubt, but we are kids wanting to have fun. The BTS boys have a hard practice schedule, so we have to fill the time in other ways. Nari loves that we have all this free time trapped in her apartment. She loves that we make her lunch and dinner multiple days a week, and I think that she loves having the company. We love her for letting us come invade her home for the summer, and she loves as just for being who we are.

         Once we start playing the game, we are sucked in for hours. The only breaks are to use the restroom, stretch out our backs and legs, and making sure that we don’t get hungry or thirsty. Our motto is to never do anything half-assed, so it only makes sense that it applies to the video games we play.

         “Ah, just chilling with my best friend, playing video games is the best,” Emily yelps as she dies once again in BattleBlock Theater. It is the first real conversation since we dove into the first level.

         “Yeah, well, I agree,” I smile as I collect the last gem of the stage. “But this is a teamwork game, so don’t lose focus. I want to fully complete this. Find everything. Make sure the everything is unlocked. Gives me a nice satisfaction.”

         “I know. I’m trying. My controller is having problems.”

         “Oh, blame it on the controller. Real nice. You aren’t focusing now for some reason. Do you need a longer break?”

         “Am I that bad of a liar?”

         “Very. I’m your best friend. Your tells don’t even faze me anymore. I just spot it and acknowledge it.”

         “This game is hard,” she pouts. “You have to admit that.”

         I laugh, “It has gotten a lot hard since the beginning levels. I’ll give you that. That’s how games are though. They can’t be easy forever.”

         “Just, give me a little more time to get back into it. The controls are crazy.”

         “Shit,” I mumble as my character explodes and quickly respawns.

         “Hm, slipping, are we?” Emily teases.

         “No, hand cramp,” I groan as a web of pain shots through my hand.

         “I actually believe that.”

         “You should,” I let go of the controller and massage my hand. “How long have we been playing? It’s been a while since I have spent a whole day just playing video games.”

         “Just a few hours, I think. We’ve only gotten through two worlds, but it’s taken a while. Need a break?”

         “Yes. Just a few minutes to get this cramp to calm down. We can refill our drinks and swap out our snacks. I need to check my phone, too.”

         “Sounds like a good plan,” Emily pauses the game. “Are we going to beat this game this week? We haven’t beaten a game for many months, so that would be nice to do before we leave.”

         “Maybe not this week, since who knows if the boys will want to get together with us, but I think that we can get it done before we head back to America.”

         “It’s a deal then. We will do it, all the way to completion, before we head home,” she firmly nods, standing up and stretching out her legs.

         “And that’s the spirit,” I grin, picking my phone up from the floor beside my beanbag. “This game is actually pretty fun once we got the hang of it.”

         “Not when they throw new mechanics at us,” Emily grabs the bag of chips. “I’m going to get some sweets, and then we can set a timer for the rest of our break.”

         “We don’t need a time limit,” I giggle, glancing up to see her walk about of the room. “The day is still ours.” I click on my messages to see if anyone has messaged me on this fine day, and it seems like everyone has decided that they want to talk to me. With a small bias for my cousin, I click her name first.

| Nari-noona: Just checking in on my lovely cousin. I’m going to grab take-out from my favorite restaurant tonight, now that you two are more open to Korean cuisine. I’ll see you in a few more hours!

| Me: That sounds great! I never thought that I would like food so different from what I’ve always known, but I am so glad that you eased us in to Korean meals.

         “I wonder what she’ll get us,” I mumble as I click on Yoongi’s name.

| Yoongi: Hey, Amber. I’ve been looking for manga that you might want to read, and I have complied a list of ones that I think you will like. I want to give it to you the next time I see you.

| Me: Yoongi, you are too sweet! I’m always looking for more to read, so I can’t wait to see what you have picked out for me. How can I repay you?

| Yoongi: You don’t need to repay me, other than letting me get to know you as you get to know me. I like texting you.

| Me: I like texting you, too. We understand one another, and that means a lot to me.

         “That boy, we are going to be super close one day,” I goofily grin as I open up Taehyung’s messages.

| Taehyung: Hello, cutie! I’ve been working hard so that I can get some time off to see you. I also want to make you proud, even though you have never seen me do my job. Hope you are having a lovely day!

| Me: Tae! I’ve just been playing video games all day, and wondering when I’ll be able to see you again. I miss you and all your cuteness.

| Taehyung: I miss you too! I think in a few days we can get a bit of time off so that you and Emily can meet another member. They are all looing forward to meeting you with how much I have talked about you.

         I feel my cheeks heat up as I imagine Taehyung gushing about me to his friends.

| Me: You are too sweet, Tae. As soon as you know when you will be free, let me know!

| Taehyung: Sure thing, cutie. Back to practice now! I’ll text you later!

         “I am back with cookies,” Emily strolls into our bedroom, plopping down into her beanbag. “Nari always gets so many snacks,” she giggles, looking over at me. “Aw, were you texting your boyfriend?”

         “He’s not my boyfriend,” I place my phone down at my feet. “But I was texting multiple people, so anyone of them could have caused my face to become a tomato.”

         “Taehyung is the only one who will ever be able to make your face red like that,” she gives me a gentle shove.

         “I know,” I chuckle, looking up at the TV to the paused game. “Okay, I think that I am ready to get back into the game. Are you ready?”

         “Let me have one cookie, and then let’s beat the third world.”

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         “Being able to walk to the café without any directions from a map means we are either getting more familiar, or we come to this one café way too often,” I chuckle as we turn the corner.

         “I think that it is a little bit of both,” Emily tugs me closer; our arms linked to make sure we don’t get separated. “It is super cute, and the drinks are delicious.”

         “They know what to get us before we even get there,” I spot Namjoon standing outside of the café. “One day I want to go order for myself, though. To show how far we have come with learning Korean.”

         “I’m sure they will let you. You just have to say something before, so that they don’t order as we walk over here.”

��        I nod a few times, smiling wide as we walk the next few yards to the café in silence.

         “Hello girls,” Namjoon flashes a grin. “It is also good to see you.”

         “It is a pleasure to be able to meet with you,” Emily unlinks our arms. A dust of pink spreading across her cheeks.

         “Anything to get us out of the house is great,” I smooth my hands over my skirt.

         The last two days Emily and I have been stuck in the apartment playing BattleBlock Theater for a few hours, and then she plans her scrapbooks while I write. We are constantly listening to music of Korean artists, and at times we’ll play a few songs of BTS. I still want to get to know them all before falling in love with their music sides.

         “So, who are we going to meet today?” I tilt my head slightly to the left.

         “Jung Hoseok,” Namjoon replies. “Nineteen years old. J-hope is what he goes by on stage. He has okay English, but with how far you girls have come with Korean, I think we’ll be good.

         I nod, bouncing on my toes, “Is Taehyung inside?”

         “You are so deep in the crush hole,” Emily pats my shoulder.

         “He’s in there, don’t worry,” Namjoon smiles, opening the door to the café. “Ladies first.”

         Emily and I enter the building with Namjoon close behind. Taehyung is sitting at our regular table with a boy who can only be Hoseok, so we make a beeline for them.

         “Taehyung,” I don’t even think twice about sliding into the booth and sitting extra close to the boy that makes my heart speed up just at the thought of him.

         “Hello Amber,” Taehyung grabs my hand.

         “Hey,” Hoseok grabs my attention.

         “Hoseok, this is Amber,” Namjoon motions to me as he glides in next to Hoseok, speaking in Korean. “And this is Emily,” he motions to Emily as she sits next to him.

         “Nice to meet you” I smile at Hoseok, piecing the Korean words together like a puzzle.

         “Some to you,” Hoseok nods. His shaggy hair is light brown, and styled to stay out of his eyes. He has dark eyes, probably brown but looking black. His face is long with big teeth, plump lips, and a thin, slightly squished down nose.

         “It’s nice meeting the boys, one by one,” Emily looks around, sticking with English. “Next summer we should all get together. All the time.”

         “Next summer,” Taehyung squeezes my hand like he is afraid that I am going to disappear.

         “We leave August sixth,” I explain, thankful that Namjoon can translate this. “Two days after my birthday. Back to America, the States. Then, late next May, we’ll be back. No doubt about it.”

         “That’s good,” Namjoon says, quickly explaining to the two boys, but I know that it is mostly for Taehyung. Then he’s back to talking to us. “We really enjoy spending time with you two. Even if we haven’t known each other for that long, I think we all feel like you friends we have known for a while.”

         “I agree,” Emily smirks at me. “Summer is a time to make memories, friends, and find a piece of yourself in the puzzle that is life.”

         “You read that,” I grin at my best friend, giving her a curious glance.

         “Maybe,” she teasingly shrugs. “Regardless, it is true.”

         “You talk fast,” Hoseok chuckles, reminding us that we need to speak Korean.

         “Namjoon, can you translate?” I rest my head on Taehyung’s shoulder. “Sorry, should have said sooner. I can’t wait until we can speak to all of you without help.”

         “You’ll get there, so don’t worry about right now,” Namjoon shrugs. “I should have known. Though, that was an interesting quote, Emily. Where did you read it?”

         “In a story not yet on shelves,” Emily looks away from me and up at Namjoon. “It was written by the best friend I’ve ever had. I’m surprised she forgot.”

         “Ah, so Amber, you are good with words,” Namjoon grins before looking at the other boys to catch them up.

         I lift my head up, narrowing my eyes at Emily. “How can you remember that, but I can’t?”

         “Probably because you write all the time, and you have so many stories swirling around in your brain,” Emily grabs the drink that Namjoon has pushed towards her. “I don’t remember every single picture that I have taken, so there is no way that you would be able to remember every single thing you have written. I, on the other hand, am not able to read all that you write, so certain phrases stick out to me.”

         “That makes sense,” I tap Taehyung’s leg as Namjoon finishes his translating.

         “Yes?” Taehyung looks down at me, a small smirk on his lips.

         “Which drink is mine?” I sound like a small child as I ask in Korean.

         “Cute,” Hoseok speaks up. “New to the language, but working hard.”

         “I try,” I awkwardly smile as Taehyung pulls my drink towards me. “Thank you, Tae,” I grab the cup, sipping on the hot chocolate.

         “You’re welcome,” Taehyung pats my knee.

         “Hoseok wants to know what you girls like to do,” Namjoon looks between Emily and me, asking in our native tongue. “I told him that Amber, you like writing and manga, and Emily, that you like photography and creating scrapbooks. I also said you play video games together. General things, but we don’t know you that well yet.”

         I nod, placing my cup back on the table. “Anime, I love watching anime.”

         “Me too,” Taehyung giggles as he brings me into his side for a hug.

         “You two could watch a Korean dub with English subtitles,” Emily says. “Boom, perfect date.”

         “Date?” Taehyung releases me from his grasp.

         “Not right now,” Namjoon brushes the topic off.

         “I’d like to watch it in Korean, though,” I pout. “I do like that idea, though, for later.”

         “Are we on a date?” Taehyung asks once again, bringing the conversation back into Korean.

         “There’s too many people here for you two to be on a date,” Hoseok shakes his head. “It is cute that you like each other.”

         “They are both cute, that is for sure,” Emily adds in.

         “Taehyung’s happiness is a lot higher since meeting Amber,” Hoseok nods a few times.

         “I have to agree with that,” Namjoon slides a chocolate chip cookie to Emily and then one to me.

         “She’s cute, and funny, and texts back, and likes me,” Taehyung grabs my hand.

         “I also enjoy being with you,” I squeeze his hand. “One day, I can say that about all of BTS.”

         “Okay, as much as I love talking in Korean,” Emily switches back to English. “I just don’t have the vocabulary that Amber does to keep up with all of you,” she lets out a breath.

         “Sorry,” I grimace.

         “I can catch you up,” Namjoon looks at Emily. “I’m a translator, remember. It goes both ways.”

         “I’m trying to learn as fast as I can, but I just do not have the knack for it like Amber does,” she smiles at me. “You are picking up Korean faster than you do German, which is kind of saying something.”

         “I like Korean more than I do German, so that is probably why,” I shrug.

         “Why are you learning German?” Namjoon asks.

         “School,” I reply. “You have to take a foreign language, so we picked German. I wanted to take French, but they stopped offering it when we made it to high school.”

         “French would have destroyed us, and you know it,” Emily shakes her head.

         “Let me translate, and then we can get back to the broken conversations that we have,” Namjoon chuckles.

         “As long as we took the same language, I was content with whatever,” I look at Emily as Namjoon talks to the two boys.

         “That’s why we are best friends,” Emily picks up her drink. “Now, we are trying to learn another language, which will mean more to us. As long as I get to do it with you.”

         “We need to practice more,” I chuckle. “When Namjoon stops being our translator, that is when I will be happy.”

         “I think by this time next year we will be able to have full blown conversations. If we work hard.”

         “For sure,” I nod a few times. “That’s the goal then. Better write it down when we get back to the apartment.”

         “Alright girls,” Namjoon speaks up. “What should we talk about now?”

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Hope you enjoyed reading! Be ready for another chapter in a couple of days because I am going to finish this story before the New Year rolls around. And don’t forget to let me know what you thought! :D