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junedenim · 3 months ago

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put your heavy metal to the test

part one part two

if you're fucking him, you might as well take advantage of it

warnings: smut, fluff, facefucking, sex toy, piv

word count: 4.8k

It's Elizabeth's birthday on Friday. This means two things: an office party & a drinking party.

"Do you not want me to go?" Alex asks. He's in your kitchen making breakfast. Repeat: he's in your kitchen making breakfast. These things have started to sneak up on you increasingly—this pattern of waking up in his arms and making breakfast on weekends.

You shrug with your cup of coffee. "You can do whatever you want." That tiptoeing-around habit has continued. There has been no addressing of what this is other than the fact that it's happening and you both want it to happen.

He chuckles as he butters his near-burnt toast. "I know that. She's your friend and I don't want to overstep on your night out."

"Well." You lean over the counter, your arms prop up your boobs showcasing your cleavage on a full display for his eyes to look directly at. "Who's gonna take me home after a long night?"

Alex raises his eyebrows with a smirk. "You want me to?"

You stand from the barstool and walk over to the sink to empty your cup. "There's plenty of options."

You start to walk to your bedroom when his arms wrap around you tightly. "Who? Gunner?" You try to escape but his grip only grows tighter. You're laughing and it's too much but you decide to enjoy a moment when his touch is friendly and means nothing more than a laugh instead of some goal of pleasure. It's too much and just enough.

Elizabeth's birthday cake is a vanilla sheet cake bought by Ed at the grocery store down the street. It looks pretty and tastes shitty but it's the effort that counts and Ed is probably the best boss you've ever had (maybe, second best, but the other one gets disqualified for unfair advantages).

You're sitting in a little group of people eating a slice of cake when Alex sits next to you with a mouthful of cake. "Got enough there?" You ask him. He sticks his tongue with a dusting of his chewed-up food. "Ew."

"Alex," Elizabeth calls from a few seats over. "You're joining our little party tonight, right?"

He nods, swallowing his piece. "That was the plan."

"Fantastic!" She cheers. "Everyone has to buy me a drink, well, unless you got a present for me. Your present is a drink for me."

"Okay."

With the group distracted and returning to their conversation, you lean over and whisper to Alex, "Or you could go halvesies on my gift?"

He looks over, all serene. You don't understand how he doesn't stare at himself in the mirror all day like Narcissus. "Are we at the stage in our relationship where we're gifting things as a couple?"

You giggle softly, covering your mouth. "Elizabeth would rip my hair out if that happened."

"Why?"

"Because she's in love with you."

His jaw becomes slightly agape. "What?"

You stare at him, searching for a sign of trickery. "You can not be that clueless. You're pulling my leg."

He shakes his head.

"Seriously? She stares at you all the time."

"Well, my eyes are busy elsewhere." His browns stare clearly at you.

You roll your eyes. "She's been into you since before all our stuff."

"My eyes have been busy since before all our stuff."

You laugh. "You're full of shit."

He turns away and looks at the last crumbs of his slice of cake. "Maybe you're the clueless one. Did you ever think that?"

You point your plastic fork at him. "No, because you're lying."

"I'm an honest man." He sighs and stands with an empty plate. "Happy birthday, Elizabeth. I'll see you later tonight."

"You're leaving already?" She frowns. "Come on, Ed gave us an extended break for a reason."

Alex waves her off. "I have to work on some things with Ed. I'm lucky he gave me long enough of a break to eat a slice of cake."

"He works you too hard."

"Yeah, well, I like it. Have a good one, you guys." You've learned that Alex works too much. You told him you think he's going to have a heart attack one day for the emphasis he places on work in his life. He told you he doesn't know how to function without it. You told him that sounded sad and he should find ways to relieve that stress. Then, he fucked you and said that was his stress relief. And you said that was good enough.

He sits next to you at the bar, which should be suspicious to your co-workers but no questionable looks are shot in your direction. He's smooth in every way. He shaved this morning and he moves in such a way that you can only call smooth. He moves his hands smooth. He talks smooth. He kisses smooth.

When he put his lips on you outside the bar you could have slapped him because he tempts fate too much and you swear he is trying to get you both fired. But he molds himself to you, shoves his hand into the curve of your back, and doesn't let go for a second. He smiled when he pulled away and you couldn't do anything to that poor face of his. So lovely to look at and so loving in return. He's becoming too sweet and anyone who squinted could see the truth. His thigh rubbing up against yours and you laughing too hard at his dumb jokes but they keep hushed and you hope it stays that way (at least for now).

Elizabeth is double-fisting drinks and she sips one and then the other. You're drinking but you don't want to get drunk because you want to end the night cognizant with Alex. Elizabeth has other ideas...

"Chug your beer with me. Come on! Come on!" She urges.

You wave her off. "I'm good. But I'll watch you."

She whines. "No fun! Alex!" She grabs a hold of his hand from across the table. "You drink with me. Come on! Come on!"

Alex chuckles, amused by the display. He pats her hand and then pulls away, wrapping his hand around his cold glass, caressing it with such care you're jealous of it. "I'm the kind of guy who likes to savour his drinks."

"Boo! No fun you two!" She slurs. Being referred to in a pair gives you tingles. A thing in which you wish to be shoved away through the numbness of alcohol. Feeling it in private is one thing but suffocated in a crowd of people you feel as if your skin could fall off. That you're exposed and they can see right through you with their feelings X-ray scanner. Maybe you're just paranoid.

Elizabeth leans forward, completely intoxicated with liquor and infatuation. "So, Alex, I've heard about this big project you have. I'll admit I'm jealous I don't get to work on it." She's jealous of you for working with him...she's going to kill you if she ever finds out.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you announce.

"Okay!" Elizabeth says, all happy and perky for alone time with Alex.

Should you feel jealous? Probably not, you've always been told jealousy isn't a good emotion. It's weird. You feel an obligation to be jealous but you aren't. Maybe it's because you and Alex are just fooling around in a highly sophisticated we-aren't-going-to-do-this-with-anybody-else-except-each-other-but-we-are-totally-not-a-couple kind of way. Maybe because you know he won't do anything. Elizabeth has been throwing yourself at Alex since she started working here and nothing has come of it. What's the difference now? He's so blase toward anything that it's obvious when he is interested in something.

Like when he walks into the women's restroom.

"What are you doing here?" You're washing your hands and he's by the door, chest pumped out and so heroic-looking with a smolder you could laugh.

"I thought we were..." He gestures between the two of you.

"We were?" You implore him to finish as you wipe your hands clean.

His head drops.

You laugh. "No, I actually did just have to go to the bathroom."

"Well, since I'm here..." Alex trails off for you to get the idea again.

You finish, "Fuck you? No, not really."

"Okay," he accepts. He looks around examining the stalls and sinks as you watch on. "Do you want to leave now and go do it?"

"And have everyone watch us leave together? No thanks." You say as you toss the paper towel.

"We've done it before." He's moving forward suggestively and you'd take a step back if you weren't so into it. Into him.

You move past him, brushing shoulders like it's the greatest romance, something Austenian. "And we won't be repeating."

He moves backward, blocking your exit. "Fine. I'll leave saying I'm loaded with work and in a half hour, you'll say you have a headache and then you'll come to my place."

"I don't want to go to your place," you whine. You're being difficult but your place is closer to here and the drive home from Alex's is always annoying it almost makes you want to stay there forever (solely for driving purposes, nothing else).

"Then, we'll go to your place."

"But if you leave first you'll need a key."

"Then you go first."

"I don't want to leave yet."

"Then I'll use the key in the potted plant." A key you put there for Alex because nobody else visits enough to warrant a spare key.

"So, you're just going to mess about in my flat for 30 minutes."

He shrugs with his hands on his hips. "I'll find something to do."

You squint. "You're gonna snoop."

"You have no faith in me."

"Well, I know what I would do if you left me alone in your place for 30 minutes."

He laughs. "You wouldn't find much." His place generally carries a stark bareness to it.

"I'd find something. Everyone hides something."

"What do you hide?"

You roll your eyes. "You'll have no fun in your snooping if I tell you what I'm hiding."

He raises his eyebrows. "So, you want me to snoop?"

"I want to get out of this bathroom but you're trapping me in here. You're lucky no one has walked in."

"I'm a very lucky guy. You should know this."

Something in his eyes makes flutter and an uncontrollable smile covers your face. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He shrugs with a wide grin on his face and steps out of the way of the door. His face is endlessly endearing and you could leave if your body would let you but it would be a crime to leave without a simple kiss.

You hold his left cheek, so smooth. You peck his lips. Twice, for a good measure. That grin is still irreplaceable and wider than ever. "Have fun putting your tampon in."

He just gives a light slap to your ass and lets you go. For now.

"I have a wicked headache." You place to palm of your hand on your forehead, cringing your eyes.

Alex chuckles on the other side of the opened door. It's weird having him open your flat's door. He claps his hands together. "Stellar acting. Destined for the stage."

You bow dramatically. "Thank you."

He opens the door more, letting you pass. You toss your purse on the couch, then your body. "It took some convincing. She nearly shoved two Advils down my throat before I was able to leave."

Alex sits beside you. "What about me? I thought my clothes were gonna have claw marks on them."

"Well," you sigh, "don't flatter yourself too much. She was all over Ben when I left."

He snaps his fingers. "Shucks."

You sniffle. "What's that smell?"

"I made dinner."

"You made me dinner?"

"I made me dinner. You came back earlier than I thought you would."

You're quick to grab your purse and smack him with it. He grabs your wrist, then your hips, guiding you to straddle him. You sit on top of him. You can feel him. His every move. Your hands lying on his shoulders. His light touch on your elbows. He kisses your hand and it feels like a holy blessing. Like you're the Pope and he's kissing your ring.

"Did you snoop?"

"I snooped."

"And?"

"You're boring." You erupt with laughter, laying your head on his shoulder. "I didn't look too hard anyway. I didn't want to invade your space."

"It's fine. I invited you to." But you don't mind how caring he is. How gentle he is as his fingertips brush down your clothed spine.

"Okay. I guess that helps because I did find your vibrator."

You hit his chest with your hands. "Ew. Don't talk about that."

"You told me to snoop!"

"Whatever. It's a common thing. Every girl has one in their drawer. We have to use it because guys never get the job done," you reason.

Alex brags, "I get the job done."

"Don't be cocky. I could be faking it."

"Okay," he easily accepts. Maybe because it isn't believable in the slightest.

"You're being cunning. If you think we're going to do some sex thing with it you're out of luck because it's out of batteries."

"Oh, so if it's out of batteries then how are you able to use it after you're done with me."

You pull away from him, standing up, your heels clunking on the floor. "Stop it! That is a personal item. I don't talk to you about your sex toys."

"Mine's just my hand and I'm not really using it much as of late."

You cross your arms. "So, I'm your sex toy. I should be paid."

He raises his eyebrows. "You want to be my prostitute?"

You think about it. "Fair point. Pay me with dinner."

"They're your ingredients anyway."

You shake your head. "No, I mean, take me out to dinner."

"Now?"

"No!" You giggle. "Like this weekend or something. On a date," you clarify. You've slept with the guy. Why are you nervous about a date?

Alex nods and gives you a crooked smile. "Okay."

"You're being cunning again."

"Fuck yeah. You've been blue balling me all night."

You purse your lips. "You haven't exactly returned the favour."

"You have your vibrator for that."

"Oh, okay, sure. I'll just grab some batteries." You make a point, marching over to grab your TV remote and popping it out. He follows you to your bedroom where you stuff them into your vibrator. You turn around, staring at him standing at the edge of your bed. "If you don't mind, we'd like some time alone."

He toots a laugh. "Nice try. Now put the vibrator down and let me fuck you."

"But the vibrator hits me just right," you taunt, all pouty and flirty.

His steps are controlled but powerful. You can feel his shoes thud on the floor and his gaze is controlling like he's mind-controlling you to put the vibrator down. Your grip stays steady even as his hand rounds your back and pulls you closer and closer until his lips are on you.

"Your vibrator do this?" He teases. Your boobs are pressed against his chest and his hand is pushing your head closer to his, keeping you in a kiss.

"They're very advanced these days," you mutter against his lips.

He's kissing you tight and harder. Your knees buckle against your bed as you fall back onto the bed. In some chaos of tugging on clothes before pulling them fully off, Alex takes the vibrator out of your hand. He's kissing you again, distracting you. Your hand travels down the space in between your bodies and you're reaching out, rubbing your hand against his cock.

"How badly do you want me in your mouth?"

"You're presumptuous," you joke.

But he's clearly not in a joking mood as he stops your hand from moving around him. He reiterates, "How bad do you want it?"

"Badly," you tell him.

You can tell Alex wants to tease you more, but he's getting too worked up for verbal foreplay, so he stands up, tugging your head along with him. He grabs you by the throat and pulls you closer, so your head is dangling upside down off the bed, and then roughly shoves his cock down your throat.

"There you go," he taunts, thrusting into your mouth with brutal force. It only takes three hits to the back of her throat for you to gag on his cock, choking on its thickness. He pulls back just long enough for you to catch a breath before he pushes back in. "You fucking love it, don't you?"

You gurgle around him, trying to breathe through your nose as the pace of his pumps picks up. You do love it and wish you didn't have a gag reflex, so you could take all of him without needing a break, but he told you once before he loves it when you choke on him.

He slows his thrusts down a bit and leans forward, palming your breasts. He plays with your nipples knowing how much you love when he does that, especially when you're in a position like this. Your squeak of surprise is muffled by his cock before it turns into moans of pleasure when he grabs a tit, roughly massaging it with his callused hands. He starts to pick up his rhythm again. Your body jerks at the action and he makes sure to shove down extra hard in response. After a few minutes of toying with your tits, his hand travels further down, running a finger through you. "Look at you, so wet for my cock already. You want it so badly, I can't believe you didn't fuck me in the bathroom. You love doing that shit, dirty girl."

You can't get any words out, but you jerk your hips up, trying to get his fingers to press harder or go into you or just do something. You're wet and aching for him. He lets his fingers slip through you a few times, making sure to avoid your clit, before he pulls away from her completely. Without thinking, you bring your hand to your pussy to replace his, but he immediately slaps it away.

Alex asks, "You want me to leave?" You shake your head. "Then, don't play with yourself."

He thrusts into your mouth a few more times before turning you around. He climbs up onto the bed and urges your legs apart so he can kneel between them. The heel of his hand presses against your clit as his fingers slip through you, finding your entrance and pushing two fingers into you with ease.

He fingers you for a few moments before leaving you empty. He positions you properly and lines himself up before plunging into you.

"Jesus," he grunts. He stays inside of you for a moment to gather himself, before he pulls out and slams back into you once, twice, three times, until he's started a steady rhythm of pumps. He pushes on his toes, bending you further, giving him an even steeper angle to pound into you. He stretches, his thighs slapping against her ass loudly with each hit, before it's too much of a strain on his muscles to fuck you at this angle.

He stops and palms your ass cheeks and brings you closer to him. You hear the buzz and can't help but roll your eyes even if you're begging for any pleasure. "Seriously?"

"You want me to stop?" He's playing with you. Dangling a carrot in front of your face and yanking it away in an instant. You're not going to tempt fate.

"No," you answer, trying to rock against him, desperately wanting him to start up again.

He presses the toy against you and you have a hard time holding yourself up. Your arms bucking and taking your face down to laying against a pillow. He bends a little at the knees so his cock is level with your cunt, and then shoves his length into you again until they meet with a smack. He squeezes your ass cheeks roughly before sliding them down your lower back, pulling your body closer to meet every one of his thrusts with as much force as possible.

"Oh, oh fuck," you whimper, you start to clench around him as he holds the vibrator on your clit and bucks into you. You're impressed by his ability to do both at the same time while you can't even hold yourself up. "Fuck, I'm gonna come."

"Come on my cock," he tells you, his hips becoming frantic as he gets closer as well. "You fucking come on my cock. Then, I'm coming in you."

It's all you need to hear before you let go, letting your orgasm hit you in waves. You shake against him. He is still pounding into you through it, and holding the vibrator intensely onto you. Just as you start to come down, you feel him swell against the vice grip you have on him, before he lets go too, spilling into you.

His head falls into the slope of your back but he holds steady with the vibrator on you until you whack at his hand. "Too much," you cry. He looks tempted to push back but he shuts the device off before collapsing onto his back on the side of the bed that is looking more and more like his side of the bed.

You fall on your stomach. Both of you just lie there in thought, trying to find something that will ease the shaking of your thighs and Alex's shallow breathing. "Fuck," you hear him mumble.

You make a sound in agreement but can't figure out how to do more. You feel as though you've been rewired. You feel his touch on your arm before he yanks you over into his arms. You groan, already feeling sore.

He kisses your temple before he gets up from the bed and disappears into the bathroom, returning with a towel. Loving and tender after rough and unforgiving.

It's late and you're in his arms and you feel as delicate as you ever have and feel like you can say anything and he would still hold you in his arms. "I think you should present the project on Monday," he tells you.

You pull your head back. "What?"

"It's really your project. I only supervised and, god knows, Jeff did nothing. It's your thing and I don't think I could—anyone could—explain the project as well as you do."

"That's a big thing."

"I'll practice with you."

"But to present to corporate and all of them. Isn't it out of character for someone like me to do that?"

"Ben has done it before." Ben is higher up than you so it's not exactly an equal comparison.

You lift your head up to look him in his eyes and directly ask, "Are you doing this—"

He closes his eyes and tosses his head to the side. "God, don't even say that. That's two steps away from me trading sex for raises."

"Sorry."

"It's fine but it has nothing to do with that. You're brilliant," he says so earnestly you almost believe it.

"Sure," you say doubtfully.

He shakes his head and tugs you closer. "You'll see. You're the smartest person I've ever met."

You laugh. "You don't have to bullshit me now."

"No bullshitting. All those guys, Ed, corporate are a bunch of showoffs but you. You're like smart smart. Booksmart, streetsmart, emotionally intelligent. We're a bag of nothing."

"You're the smartest person I've ever met. No bullshit."

"I don't believe you."

"That's fine. That doesn't mean it isn't true."

On Monday morning, he kisses you in the middle of the breakroom. It's the closest you've come to nearly exposing whatever this is. It's much more risky than his office and a crowded city street. "Too much, Al," you tell him.

"I'm proud of you," he says. His thumb rubs against the corner of your lips, removing the kiss dribble. "Aren't I allowed to be proud of you?"

"You kiss everyone you're proud of?"

"Yeah, why do you think Ed and I take so long after meetings?"

"Ew!" You push him away from you, sharing a laugh between you.

The breakroom door swings open and Elizabeth walks in. It's alarming how unwilling you both are to move away from each other but she's distracted by her own cheer. "How'd it go?" She exclaims.

"Oh, yeah, she was perfect," Alex boasts, leaning against a counter.

Elizabeth claps her hands. "Did we ever have any doubts?"

"No, never," he says sincerely. You make eye contact with him and he stands up straight. "Well, I should go."

"No rest for the wicked, huh?" Elizabeth says.

"Yeah."

When he leaves she turns to you with a smile. "You better get me on the next project. God, I wish he'd talk about me that way." She's dreamy. A schoolgirl gazing onward at her teacher with her immature crush. You don't feel guilty about you and Alex but you feel shame from hiding it from her as if you're leading her on in some kind of way. But she seems to have accepted the idea of her and Alex as a fantasy. There's doubt she'll accept Alex being a reality for you.

You go into his office later and he's quick to attack. His lips are on you and his hands are heavy on your back. "How fucking good were you?"

You push him back. "You've mentioned it before." Alex exchanges hasty, uncoordinated kisses with you.

"Want me to fuck you?"

"Not here."

Alex whines, you've never heard him do that before. "Quick."

You laugh. "After my stellar performance, you want me to get caught sucking off my boss?"

He seems to think about it for a moment before nodding. "You have a point."

Your arms curl around his neck, bringing him closer to you as you whisper in his ear, "I'll fuck you at my place. We'll fuck the whole night."

"Yeah?"

You pull back with a head nod and a lip bite. "Yeah."

"That reminds me I have your spare key." He moves to pull it out from his bag.

You hold your hand up. "Keep it." He's there half the week. The other half you're at his. You're fucked.

"Keep it?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

You don't go back to your place first. He takes you to dinner first. It's nothing fancy but it's a nice enough place that doesn't need a reservation. You drink nice wine and talk about nothing in particular but none of it has to do with work. In some ways, it feels like a first date if you didn't already know so much about him; what moves him, what makes him laugh, what makes him tick. At the same time, you know so little; where he's from, why is he in this business, what hurts him. You suppose it's the same for him with you.

You don't talk about those things. Too heavy for a first date and whatever else you are. You end up in the back of his car with the rain pelting down. You're under him, pushing off layers and wrapping yourself around him, mouth on his Adam’s apple like you mean to take a bite of it. Alex pushes the skirt of your dress up. It’s a messy thing, hasty, a necessity. You make these sounds, hitched gasps and keening moans, rolling your hips up to match the beat of whatever tune his making with the rhythm of his hips.

You press a light kiss on the soft skin underneath his lips, and push his hand down further, placing his fingers on top of your core. You hiss from the coldness of his hands.

His cock moves in and out of you. It's slower than usual. You're unsure if it's from the tight setting you're in or the moment you're stuck in. It's more romantic than usual, even if you're stuffed into a tiny backseat.

Alex is leaning over and pulling you, and covering your mouth with his, his soft lips swallowing your moan. You kiss softly for a few moments. He breaks, letting out, "Fuck."

Finding the angle a bit difficult, he grabs your hips tilting them up more so he can drive into you better. He leans over you and connects your mouths, swallowing each other's moans again.

Your hands thread through his soft hair, massaging his scalp before they drop down to his back, your fingertips trailing delicately along his sweaty skin. You love feeling the muscles in Alex's back straining as he fucks you, the way they tense each time he thrusts his cock deep inside you, hitting you just where you need it, pulling him just where he needs it. Your chests are flush together. You can feel each other's hearts pounding, the redness in your skins turning to fire.

He smiles into your kiss as you hook your legs around him, digging your heels into his ass and pulling him deeper into you each time he barrels down. He can never seem to go deep enough, always wanting more, more, more.

He picks up his pace as he watches you, his hips rocking into you as you both edge closer and closer. "I'm so close," he moans, releasing your lip and opening his eyes to find yours.

"Come for me," you urge.

You buck up into him, desperate to come but even more desperate for him to come. "Oh fuck," he cries out. His thrusts start to get jerky as you tighten around his cock.

He only lasts a few more thrusts before he lets go inside you, something habitual now. He moans as he empties himself, feeling you wrap your legs around his waist and lock him in place as he continues to spill.

You feel yourself come undone and it's uncontrollable as you hold tight onto him, wanting to do everything possible to keep him close. "Fuck," he lets out like a statement. With a chuckle, he tells you, "We couldn't even make it back to your fucking flat."

a/n: so, i think this is a series now because i have like two ideas for two more parts so if you guys want it i'll do it. thanks!

#alex turner fic #alex turner x fem!reader #alex turner x oc #alex turner x reader #alex turner x y/n #alex turner x you #alex turner smut #junedenim #alex turner

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intheholler · 3 months ago

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hi i just found your blog and its making me very emo 😭 i grew up in appalachia (the shenandoah valley in VA near the WV border) but had to move away several years ago to central VA, and then even further away last year to the rural midwest. i've been really strongly missing appalachia for the past year, but esp so these past couple months.

i miss the people and community, the spoonbread or chicken and dumplings my mom used to make me when i was sick, the mountains surrounding you on every side, being off in the woods with no one around, picking wild blackberries with my best friend, speeding around twisty roads blasting music with all the windows down, picking and eating the wild honeysuckle growing along my back fence, all the bluegrass and folk music, hearing people's accents, the pennsylvania smartweed that would grow under my porch, looking up at the night sky at night and being able to see the entire milky way, the crick i would cross when i walked to school, etc etc etc.

i think the thing i miss the most is the lgbt community. yeah we were small and there was a lot of lgbtphobia, but we were really closeknit, and i was involved w a lot of lgbt activism in my area. city and suburbanite gays just all have such vastly different experiences than me and everyone i grew up with, i always just end up feeling really isolated around them.

also i don't think people not from appalachia understand just how connected to the land we are. its not just about "oh i like hiking" or "i think the mountains are pretty" or something like that. the land is a part of me and i'm a part of it. we're tied to eachother. and that's not even getting into the communal aspect of being appalachian.

i desperately want to move back to appalachia, but i probably won't be able to for at least 4 or 5 years and it makes me really depressed. being away feels like part of my soul is missing. however i don't think i'll be able to move back to the exact area that i'm from, both bc i'm jewish and have gotten more involved w that since growing up and wanna live in an area w at least a small jewish community, and bc my hometown is almost unrecognizable now from all of the people moving in from northern VA and building fancy sitdown restraunts and shit on main street. i remember before we even had a walmart or a target and had to drive to the closest city 45mins away if we needed to get anything more than basic groceries.

anyways this is really long and rambly, but i just wanted to say it was really nice to see someone talking about appalachia and posting pictures of it, it made me feel less alone 💛

#yall come back now queue hear?#love letters to appalachia #tales from the holler #presented with no comment except in the tags etc etc #hoooo boy i could have written every word of this!! change a few place names around and i feel this in my entire soul #especially about the closeknit queer communities and our unity with the land #i know its not the same but ofc there is always a place for you in appalachia even if it isnt your exact hometown #i was recommended the podcast 'the bluegrass schmooze' by a jewish mutual of mine that you might be interested in #they're from kentucky iirc and their religious perspective is so interesting #thanks so much for being here <3 #asks #virginia

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spahhzy · 1 year ago

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Free as can be~

Ashley sighed into her sleeve for what seemed to be the umpteenth time, causing Andrew to look down from his book he was reading.

"You okay Ash?" He asked, shifting himself to next to his sister.

"Just bored..." Ashley said with a pout, and Andrew rolled his eyes.

"What? You mean living motel to motel on the run from law enforcement, cults, and an organ harvesting firm isn't exciting enough for you, " He said sarcastically as Ashley tossed a pillow at his face.

"Nope," she said, giggling before suddenly her stomach growled.

"You should probably go get something from the vending machine, Ashley." Said Andrew, which cause Ashley to grumble.

"I don't want no stupid cookie again... let's go out to eat! " Said Ashley with enthusiasm rising up and standing on the bed.

"No"

"Wah, oh come on, Andy, I know for a fact you have gotten sick and tired of cookies by now," Ashley argued back.

"What part of 'on the run' did you not understand?" He countered, and Ashley huffed before crossing her arms.

"We're only on the run cause you keep killing people," She said as Andrew breathed deeply, knowing his sister is right and wrong in what she said.

"But that doesn't mean we can't go and eat nice every once and a while" She complained.

"Ashley, it was just last week that I took you to a restaurant, and you almost stuck a fork down our waitresses' throat." Andrew complained as Ashley looked at him with a surprise look.

"That hussy was undressing you with her eyes. You could have gotten sick!" Ashley explained. 'Only I can do that!' Is what she wanted to add as well.

"Yeah, well, what's to say you won't do that at another restaurant, Leyley?" Andrew questioned, and Leyley held a hand over her heart.

"I promise to be on my best behavior...scouts honor"

"You were never a scout, Ashley..." said Andrew as he got up from the bed.

"And for good reason, you'd probably murder the camp counselor if they tried to touch me," She said, and Andrew knew she was right, he probably murder anyone their that tried to take his leyley from him.

"Fuck it, why not we'll go to a Benny's Diner how about that?" Ashley cheered jumping on the bed like she was a child.

"Yes, food! Actual none vending machine food!" She said and Andrew just smiled before tossing a pillow at her head causing her to fall off the bed.

"Get dressed dumbass"

Andrew looked out the dinner window as Ashley was eating happily away at her meal.

Across the street from him was a bar, he was assuming it was some sort of biker bar with how many motorcycles there were.

Motorcycles...

Looking at the machines, Andrew minds began to slip into a memory of some simple times.

"Wow, Andy, I can't believe you blew some of your college money on this, Mom's going to be pissed," said Ashley as she walked around a nice black motorcycle.

"I make enough to put it back Ashley, sides since when did you care about what mom thinks?" Andrew said as he cleaned off the bike a little.

"I don't, just surprised is all...my big Andy thinks he's so cool now, huh? " Teased Ashley as Andrew sat on the bike, ignoring her.

"Gonna attract all those whores to aren't you? Gonna have them ride along with you, hmm?" Ashley said with a hint of jealousy in her voice.

"That's going to be hard to do with you around," He said to her.

"Wow...tell me how you really feel?"

"Oh, leyley if I did, I'm almost certain I'd be in jail," Andrew teased back causing Ashely to blush and look away, not at all liking how her brother can sometimes...sometimes push her buttons, suddenly the bike road to life as Andrew revved it a couple times.

Enjoying the noise it made.

Ashley shook her head, finding truth in the saying 'boys will be boys' and looking at Andrew's smiling face, butterflies began dancing in her stomach.

"Catch."

Ashley snapped out of her stupor as Andrew tossed a helmet into her direction.

"Wuh?"

"Come on, leyley, it will be just like old times on the bicycle we had remember?" She must have remembered.

Their folks got him a bicycle for his tenth birthday. Ashley didn't get a bicycle, just coloring books, so on her birthday, he stole pegs off the other kids' bike and attached it to his bike so that Ashley could always ride with him.

It was the best gift Ashley got on that day, being able to ride free with her big brother and it was a great gift for them both as It was one of the rare instances in their childhood where they could just enjoy being kids.

Andrew never forgot the big smile Ashley had that day of being able to ride on a motorcycle with him.

Andrew sighed, which caused Ashley to stop her rampant chewing, looking at Andrew. Ashley reached over with her fork and poked him.

"What's wrong, Andy?" She said with a mouthful, and Andrew bonked her on the head.

"I didn't need to see your mouthful," He said to her. Ashley giggled before swallowing.

"I'm sure you love seeing me swallow something else" She wiggled her eyebrows at him and Andrew almost snorted out his coffee he was drinking.

"Still...what is on your mind?" She asked, setting her fork down and taking a sip of her soda.

"Just reminiscent, I guess..." He confessed to her as he returned his gaze back to her.

"Ooh are you reminiscing about my fat fucking tits again?" this time Andrew choked on his coffee and began coughing and blushing as Ashley laughed causing the other occupants to look at the pair strangely.

Andrew tossed a piece of toast at his sister's head.

"Hey! That's perfectly good toast!"

The pair had finished their food without a hitch, and they swiftly left the diner after paying.

Now, it was time for a short walk back to the motel.

They proceeded past the bar where the group of bikers were, and as they proceeded to walk on by one biker in particular decided to try his luck.

"Hey sweetie, why don't you come over here and get the ride of a lifetime?" He said to her. Ashley just ignored him, giving him the middle finger, but Andrew, on the other hand, was silently fuming at how these bikers were looking and leering at his leyley...

"Lookie that boys, she's a real fiesty one, huh?" The leader said, earning a laugh from the rest of the gang. Andrew clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, Ashley sensing this took his arm and hugged it as they both walked past the biker.

"Hey, when you're done with the stooge, I'll ne waiting for you, Lil lady," said the leader as they Andrew and Ashley both rounded a corner out of sight.

Nothing was said as they made their way back to their motel, Ashley was a bit worried at seeing Andrew upset, but also...kinda liked how possessive he was.

Giving out a yawn, the food now giving her the sleepies.

"Get some rest, Ashley," Andrew said as he walked over and put a blanket over her.

"You...coming too...bed too?" She said, trying to stay awake, and Andrew just chuckled.

"After I clean up some stuff around the room, not really tired yet," He told her as Ashley violet eyes drooped more and more.

"Mmkay...love you," She said before finally she was out like a light.

"..." Andrew bent down before placing a kiss on her forehead as he looked at her calm expression.

He sat back down on the couch and waited a good whole hour to make sure Ashley was still asleep as he suddenly sat up from his couch, went into the kitchen, and procured his cleaver. Grabbing his jacket and stuffing the cleaver in his back pants pocket, he opened the door before stepping out into the darkness, giving one last look at Ashley before quietly closing the door.

"Man, did you see the tits on the dark-haired girl...what I would do that woman," said the sleazy biker as all his friends laughed and cheered him on.

"Alright, gang, I'm heading out. Don't cause too much of a ruckus," laughed the leader as he started his bike, the exhaust garbling loudly as the group cheered and said their goodbyes.

The biker drove for what was about five minutes when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that same dude that was with that beautiful woman earlier leaving the diner.

That man was Andrew, and he was leaning against the wall next to a dark alley smoking a cigarette.

Pulling over to the curb, shutting off his bike and pocketing his keys in his black stained vest, he leaned on the same wall right next to Andrew.

"Hey buddy, so tell me, how's that hot piece of ass been treating you?" He asked Andrew said nothing as he smoked his cigarette.

"I'm sure she's a real freak in bed to ain't she" It took all of Andrew will power not to grab the man's throat and tear it out.

"Hey, I have an idea... Why not let me have a crack at her? I'll pay you for it, hmm?" He asked, and Andrew was inches away from slicing his throat.

"How much are you paying?" Andrew asked, hating himself for saying those words, but if everything worked out, then he would do what he needed to do.

"For a glorious pieace of ass like that, all the money that's in my pocket which is..." The man patted himself from pants pockets to vest pockets before finally procuring money.

"$777.77" He told him with a sick grin on his face, Andrew looked at the money as he looked like he was considering the offer.

"Let's talk about this more... discreetly," He said, making a motion to the dark alley as the sleazy biker grinned, thinking he was going to get his dick wet tonight.

Walking like he won the lottery, he entered into the alleyway, Andrew not too far behind as his green eyes glared balefully at him as he reached behind and grabbed his cleaver.

"Alright, let's dis -" he was cut off real quick as sharp steal found itself ingrained into his face, the biker could only gargle as Andrew gripped at the cleaver hard and ripped it from his face.

"As if someone like you will ever touch my leyley... see you in hell, " He said as he began relentlessly hitting the man's head with the cleaver over and over.

Andrew, finally out of his rage, looked at his work. He sighed, another body to his name. This one, though, was like that warden...another sleaze and one that he was happy to kill.

But now it was time to clean up. Luckily, he brought some gloves.

It took him less than a half hour to chop away at the body before throwing it into the dumpster.

Finally, it was time to just throw the clothes out, too, as he grabbed the bikers' vest, a key fell out and onto the floor. Inspecting it, he took a look at the end of the entrance of the alley to see the dead bikers motorcycle.

Andrew smiled.

Ashley awoke to the sound of the TV playing in the background. She looked at the time on the alarm clock.

10:00pm.

"Andrew?"

Silence.

Looking around the room, She called out again.

"Andrew!"

Nothing.

Panic began to set in as a million thoughts went through her head.

'Was he taken?'

'Was he killed?'

'Did some floozy seduce him?'

'Did he....leave me?'

And before she could answer any of those questions, she heard the loud rumbling a bike make its way into the parking lot of the motel as she suddenly realized that Andrew went out to go fight that biker for how he talked to her.

While she would be swooning over the fact that her Andy was fighting for her honor, she had realized that Andrew was one man, and he couldn't just take on a small gaggle of bikers and if one was here that meant...

"No! Don't think such thoughts... just go and interrogate this stupid biker and find out where your Andy is, " She said to herself, going under her bed, pulling out her revolver. She stormed the front door, ripping it open and aimed the gun at the biker.

"You better tell me where my fucking Andy is you bastard!" She shouted as the biker quickly held his hands up.

"Ashley what the fuck!?" Came the voice inside the helmet, Ashley was so close to pulling the trigger and blowing this fuckers brains out when suddenly the man took the helmet off revealing.

"Waaaaah Annnndy!?" said Ashley as she tossed the gun back inside before running up to him as Andrew caught her in a hug and spun her around.

"I'm not going to ask what the whole gun thing was," Andrew said to her as Ashley nuzzled her face into his chest, relishing I'm his warmth.

"I...I thought I lost you to those stupid bikers," Ashley mumbled, and Andrew shook his head.

"No, leyley, I wouldn't dare leave you." He told her in earnest as he suddenly stepped to the side.

"So... like it?" He asked her, and she looked at the bike and then back to him.

"How did you get this?" She asked, eyeing him suspiciously, and Andrew just whistled but was slapped on the shoulder.

"What it was Free nighty nine!" He said with a serious face, and Ashley just looked at him with an expression that said 'really?'.

"Okay, it was a generous donation," He said to her, putting a hand on his heart when he said that.

"Did you kill that man?" Ashley asked.

Andrew remained silent.

"Annnnnndyyyyy"

"Whaaaat! Since when were you the moral compass!" Complained Andrew much to Ashley's joy.

"I'm not, now you know how I feel when I have to deal with you"

"Oh go fuck yourself"

"Come fuck me yourself coward!"

Andrew just sputtered and blushed, not wanting to continue.

Ashley looked over the bike before sitting down on it.

"Very nice, hey, this reminds me of your old bike you had before our folks sold it off!" She told him as she started to reminisce about all the places Andrew had taken her to.

Andrew let her talk as he went behind her and pulled out another helmet.

"Hey Ash"

"Hmm?"

"Catch!"

Ashley caught the helmet and looked at Andrew who just smiled.

"What do you say, leyley? Shall we ride again like old times?"

Ashley smile was very bright even in the dark of night.

Starting up the bike, Ashely sat behind Andrew before straping on the helmet. She wrapped her arms around Andrew's chest.

Carefully and slowly, they both drove around the parking lot before Andrew finally decided to go onto the main road. Looking behind him, Ashley nodded to him, ready to go.

Putting throttle, the bike glided smoothly on the open pavement as the exhaust reverberated off the city walls.

Ashley laughed in happiness as she felt nostalgia and warmth over take her while also enjoying the freedom and closeness with the man she loved.

Andrew was content, regardless of his situation. As long as his Leyley was happy, nothing else mattered.

The two sailed into the darkness, free as can be.

#andrew x ashley #andrew graves #ashley graves #the coffin of andy and leyley #coffincest #gravescest

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Just Us | Choi Yeonjun One Shot

Summary: Yeonjun wants you to notice him but you think you're just his Noona Pairing: Noona reader x Yeonjun f2l Word Count: 3.7k Warnings: No real warnings just cute needy flirty Yeonjun. a/n: Okay I'm so so sorry to my adorable anon that sent me this request a few weeks ago. Life has gotten hectic but I made this one a little longer as an apology :( I hope you like it! Also barely edited but I just wanted to get it out asap!

"Y/n, come over here, I want to show you something" Yeonjun says, calling out my name from across the room. We're at our friend's house just wasting the day away today, trying to stay out of the cold. "What's up?" I ask, sitting down next to him on the couch and looking at his phone screen. "There's a big winter festival coming up a couple towns over, look they have ice skating and holiday foods and even some vendors selling some of the cute figurines you like" he says flipping through the post and pointing out every little thing, hoping to entice me.

"Oh wow that looks so cute! Hey guys look, Yeonjun found a cute festival for us to go to!" I say excited at the thought of all of us going together. "That looks so fun!" Kai says. "Let's for sure all go!" Beomgyu chimes in. "I'm down" Taehyun agrees. "Well if all of you are going I guess I've gotta come too" Soobin laughs. "Oh, um yeah let's all go" Yeonjun says, looking like he's lost all the enthusiasm he had moments ago.

"Is everything alright?" I ask turning my attention back to him, leaving the excited chatter to the rest of the guys. "Yeah, no I'm fine don't worry about it" he says giving me a sideways smile. "I think I'm gonna head out guys" he says getting up from the couch and straightening out his clothes. "Wait really?" the guys ask and I look up at him confused. "Yeah I've got a final tomorrow so I've gotta get back to studying. "Oh I forgot about that! Would you mind if we studied together?" I ask looking up at him, now having his attention. "Sure" he replies and waits for me to grab my stuff.

"You guys gonna be okay? It's coming down really hard out there" Soobin asks taking a look outside the window, seeing how much snow has fallen since we last checked. "We'll be fine don't worry. My dorm is just down the street so it'll only take us a few minutes to get there. You're okay if we study at my place right?" I ask looking up at him. "Oh I'm more than okay with that" he responds with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Okay..." I respond dragging out the last syllable not really understanding his response.

"We'll see you later guys" I say after Yeonjun helped me put my coat on. "Let me take your bag" he says and takes it from me. "No Yeonjun that's heavy" I say trying to get ahold of the bag full of books I had just bought before I came here, not bothering to make an extra stop to drop them off at home. "And that's exactly why I should be carrying it. But if it makes you feel any better you could hold my hand to help guide me. It'll be difficult for me to make sure your books stay dry as well as making sure to watch my step" he says taking a hold of my hand after we walk out the door.

"How does that even make sense?" I question, not really understanding his logic. "Do you want both me and your books to fall and get all wet from the snow?" he asks tilting his head to look at me. "Well, no" I say with my brows still scrunched together in confusion. "Then just hold my hand and lead the way" he says now opting to lace our fingers together instead of just holding it. I look up questioning him yet again. "So it's easier to hold onto" he says raising a brow at me and opts to take charge and head towards my dorm room with me now trailing behind him before he slows down a bit allowing me the opportunity to fall in step with him.

"So where should we start? Have you already studied a bit or are you starting off fresh?" I ask as I clear off some extra space on my desk for him to work on. "I've been looking at it off and on but I'm good to start wherever you want" he says sitting down next to me while also scooting a bit closer. He sees how I nonverbally question his proximity and laughs a bit at my slightly stiffened posture. "I left my textbook at home so..." he says trailing off looking at me apologetically. "Well I was the one who suggested studying here so that's okay" I say now understanding his motives and scooting the book over so we can share it.

We study for a bit and I feel his place his arm around the back of my chair but decide not to mention it this time but a few minutes later he starts to lean closer and so I finally break off my sentence to scold him. "Are you even listening to me?" I ask turning to look at him, his face looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "Of course, it's just hard to see the fine print so I wanted to scoot in a bit closer" he says now purposefully cuddling in close and resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Yeonjun you know I hate physical touch right?" I say feeling a bit uncomfortable at the suddenly cozy atmosphere created because of him. "But you don't hate it with me right? We're best friends, plus your room is freezing" he says now shivering a bit. "Really? I was thinking it was getting pretty warm in here" I say before he turns my computer chair around and leads me over to my bed. "Let's just relax for a while. We deserve a break" he says and brings my laptop over with us so we can, what I assume is watch a movie of some sort.

"It's barely been 45 minutes" I say standing next to the bed with my arms crossed, not amused with his distractions, but he'll hear none of it. "Come on let's watch a Christmas movie together, we haven't gotten a chance to do that yet" he whines, scrolling through the list of movies they have. "We just watched a movie with the guys like two hours ago" I say raising an eyebrow at him, thinking he should probably get check for some sort of short term memory loss.

"Yeah but we haven't gotten the chance to do it, with just the two of us. I want to watch a movie with my best friend, what's the harm in that?" he says pleading with me and giving me those puppy dog eyes that honestly I can hardly resist sometimes. "Fine, but just one!" I say setting the ground rules "We still need to make sure to get at least an hour or two of studying in, otherwise I'll just kick you out right now. Deal?" I question holding out my hand for him to shake. "Deal" he says and takes my hand, using it to pull me onto the bed with him and wraps his arm around me when I finally settle into place.

"What are you doing?" I say sitting up to look at him properly. "What? I'm cold" he says, now confused with my behavior. "I have more blankets" I say standing up to walk towards the basket full of them and hand him one. "That's still not warm enough" he complains, he's not usually like this I think to myself so I decide to place the back of my hand on his forehead. "What are you doing?" he says laughing at my face scrunched in concentration for a moment. "Checking to see if you have a fever, but it looks like you're fine" I say. pulling my hand away, intending to grab my thermometer.

"Where are you going" he whines, watching me walk over to the bathroom, dragging out the last syllable. "I'm going to take your temperature just in case you're actually sick and could possibly be contagious" I say, soon returning with said thermometer. "You sai-" he starts but I place it under his tongue before he tries to continue and he automatically closes him mouth around it, preventing the possibility of making him gag.

"Put that under your tongue" I order, hoping to get a clear reading on the first try. "I kno-" "And stop talking or we'll have to do it again" I order and he quiets at that, hoping to get back to picking out a movie for us. Once the thermometer beeps I pull it out and it shows me that he's actually a few degrees colder than the typical 98.6. I turn it towards him to show him and he looks up at me with an almost triumphant gaze, "Told you I was cold" and he again ends up pulling me in by my wrist now causing me to fall into his chest.

"Oops, my bad" he says before I can look back up at him, losing my patience more and more. I lean back intending to scold him but get surprised at how close he is to me, feeling a sudden intimate tension growing behind his eyes. "Y/n" he says in a low tone, his eyes flickering down to my lips for a second. "F-fine let's just watch a movie" I say instantly pulling back halfway through my sentence and take that opportunity to quickly sit next to him.

He clears his throat and I glance over and see him offering to share the blanket with me and I just end up taking it, hoping to avoid any other conflicts. "You wanna watch this one?" he ask, selecting a random one that I don't really care to comment on, hoping we can just start the movie to dissolve any weirdness that was just created. He thankfully starts it off without another word and we both keep our eyes somewhat trained on the screen though out half of it, not really saying much before he starts to comment on how cheesy the romance is.

"Oh come on, who still uses that stupid yawn trick to just put your arm around the girl. Like..." he say but trails off as he demonstrates it, letting out an exaggerated yawn and stretches his arms out and lands one right behind me, yet again holding me close to him. "Yeah it's pretty stupid" I say and wait for him to bring his arm back over to his side but he makes no moves to do so and simply goes back to watching the movie.

"Yeonjun?" I question trying to get his attention. "Huh?" he lets out, barely sparing me a glance "Aren't you gonna?" I question motioning to the hand he's placed lightly on my shoulder. "What? It's comfortable" he says and pays no mind to how awkward I feel. I decide to ultimately just deal with it and focus on the movie as much as possible and I soon get lost in it, not noticing the fact that I start to lean into him a bit more, subconsciously feeling more comfortable being in his embrace.

As the movie wraps up I get a little emotional seeing how the characters ended up together after all that they went through to get there and Yeonjun starts to notice my sniffles. "Hey, are you okay?" he says now leaning forward and angling his face down a little bit to try and catch my gaze.

"Yeah" I say between the sniffles that have started to get a little worse. "Come here" he says and pulls me in for an embrace that I surprisingly don't hate this time. he ends up scooting us both down a bit so we're now fully laying down and I hide my face in his chest to avoid him seeing the tears.

"You feeling a bit better?" he questions, continuing to rub my back. The times when I'm upset are when I don't really mind being held like this, and he's been there to comfort me a few times so this is somewhat normal for us. I nod my head but refuse to bring my face back up, knowing how swollen my eyes are gonna be. "Did something happen?" he questions, hoping to know what it really was that I was crying about. "Nothing really, school has just been really stressful these days" I say while trying to steady my breathing.

"But you're one of the smartest people I know" he says, confused as to what might be bothering me. "Really? Then why is it that I've had to take a class that I was meant to complete in freshmen year three times? Like do you know how embarrassing that is?" I say, getting frustrated with myself. "That's a really hard class though" he says trying to make me feel a bit better.

"But you're a freshman and you're doing even better than I am" I say, embarrassed that as a Junior I'm having to ask him to study with me and explain things to me that I don't understand, which is a lot. "I like helping you though" he says and I decide to sit up now, feeling too upset to try to relax anymore.

"But you shouldn't have to, I should've gotten this down already, It's required for my major and I have to pass it this time or it could push back my graduation date and-" "Noona" he interrupts, catching me off guard at how he's almost scolded me with what is meant to be a term of respect. "I thought I told you not to call me that" I say feeling a bit breathless, knowing how much that term affects me. "I don't care, I just know that that's what get's you to shut up for a bit so let me just say this. You are incredibly smart and strong and I respect you so much, and it makes me sad seeing how much you beat yourself up about every little thing. Plus I hate it when you cry, but you always look so pretty when you do" he says tucking a strand of hair behind my ear making my breath hitch.

"I- what?" I say somehow flustered by his simple words. "I said, you look so pretty when you cry Noona" he says now bringing a hand up to caress my face and brushes away a tear. He takes that time to glance down at my lips again and I notice how close he's already gotten to me and I take in a sharp breath as he leans in closer but he stops right before our lips can touch. "I won't do it if you don't want me to" he whispers, warm breath fanning my face almost ghosting his lips over mine. I take a second to think and he says in place and waits for my move but as I decide to lean in a bit he leans back.

"Words Noona" he says in a deeper voice, laced with a hint of dominance that catches me off guard. "I want you to" I reply softly and he takes that as a green light and leans in to kiss me before I have the chance to change my mind. It's nothing rushed or forceful but it's a kiss that full of longing, a kiss that feels like it should've happened long ago. We lock our lips together for what feels like only moments and before I can start to move my lips against his he pulls away. I lean in, almost chasing his lips which leaves him smiling against mine.

"What are you doing?" I whisper, confused as to why he's stopped. "Just checking to see how much you want this" he says and before I have a chance to answer he connects our lips again, now moving his against mine, still not forceful but a bit deeper, showing a touch of urgency to keep going. He lies back down but makes it a point to keep his hand on the nape of my neck, pulling me back down with him, giving me the option to pull away when I want to.

He does however trail his hand down my waist past my hip and brings one of my thighs over helping me straddle him which I surprisingly go along with leaving me to be the one wanting to deepen the kiss, me the one full of longing, longing for him.

"Hey y/n come here!" Beomgyu calls over to me, wanting me to come see the different wood carvings they have but before I'm able to leave I feel Yeonjun taking hold of my hand, again lacing our fingers together. "What are you doing?" I question, clearly having shown interest in joining Beomgyu. "Stay with me I want to show you the stall with the little glass figurines I pointed out to you before" he says dragging me along down the path. I look over at Beomgyu with an apologetic smile and follow Yeonjun.

"You could've just showed me afterwards" I say shaking my head at his almost possessive nature. "We were already over here" he says, making excuses for his behavior but I follow him none the less, not wanting to give him an opportunity to pout. Once we do reach the stall though I am blown away by all the cute glass animals. I walk further into the stall and give a shallow bow to the stall owner and go up to their table to take a closer look.

"These are beautiful" I say looking over them, taking an interest in the koi fish, seeing although an inanimate object how much life and movement was breathed into it. I take a look at the price and see that it's a little out of my price range and place it back looking to opt for a smaller version which I do but instead of a koi I go with a fox. I bow thanking the stall keeper and soon make my way onto the next one with Yeonjun trailing behind me trying to catch up.

"What took you so long?" I question watching him jog up to me. "I got stuck looking at some of the knives down there" he explains. "You could've stopped me so we could look together" I say tilting my head, confused by his actions. "No it's okay it looked like you had your eye on something else so I didn't want to interrupt you" I look down at the bag he's now carrying looking somewhat suspicious. "That's a pretty big box for a knife" I comment, narrowing my eyes at him, knowing he probably got me that koi fish, thinking I wouldn't notice. "It came with the supplies to clean it as well" he says and quickly grabs my hand and leads us further along to look at the other venders making a loop around until we reach the last stall, the one that Beomgyu had called me over to.

"Took you long enough" he says, standing up from a nearby bench. "Yeonjun wanted to check out a few more stalls over there, sorry" I say before walking closer to the stall with Yeonjun just a step behind me still having a hold on my hand. "Oh" I hear Beomgyu say. "Huh?" I respond to his sudden voice of confusion. "Oh nothing I just remembered I was going to meet Taehyun by the food stalls. You guys want anything?" he asks making eye contact with the both of us. "Nah that's okay we'll go later" Yeonjun answers for the both of us which I decide to go along with. "Alright" he says making an interesting face at Yeonjun before scurrying off to meet up with Taehyun.

"You've been acting weird with all of the guys today" I say turning to face him fully. "What do you mean?" he questions still watching Beomgyu to almost make sure that he's actually leaving. "I mean you've been trying to keep me away from them all day. I have hardly spoken a word to any of them" I say waiting for an explanation. "You wanna know why?" he says making purposeful eye contact with me to which I just nod my head and keep that same eye contact but suddenly for a different reason. He leans down a bit and brings his face closer to mine like he had done a few days ago in my room and I feel like all the air has been sucked out of my lungs.

"Because this was supposed to be a date before you invited everyone else to come" he whispers, glancing down at my lips for only a second before bringing them back to my eyes, regaining that shared stare. "Oh..." I trail off, now realizing why he reacted the way that he did that day. "Yeah, so you're gonna stick by me Noona because I don't want you to go around flirting with them right in front of me anymore" he says now coming in closer and nudging his nose against mine, not really kissing me but close enough to be able to. "I don't flirt with them" I say scrunching my eyebrows at him in defense.

"Sure, let's say that" he says and places a quick kiss on my lips that's gone before I can even register it, leaving me having to rush after him as he walks away so I don't get lost. "We're not dating you know" I say pouting when I reach him. "I know" he says and continues to make his way towards the food stalls. "So you can't keep kissing me like we are" I say confused as to why I should have to explain it to him then. "It's practice" he says plainly. "Practice for what?" I say even more puzzled.

"For when I ask you to be my girlfriend" he says and runs away now really making me run after him. "Choi Yeonjun get back here" and all that can be heard is his mischievous laughter and for some reason I can't help but laugh right along with him, nervous for when that day might come.

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maple-seed · 2 years ago

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Thrown - Chapter 23: Lodestar

Summary: Loki learns something new about his own mythology during a camping trip.

Word Count: 2,763

Author's Note: Happy Turkey Day to my American friends, and Happy Thursday to everyone else. Today I'll be attending a Thanksgiving Lunch and then also a Thanksgiving Dinner so if nobody hears from me for the next couple days it's because I'm sleeping off 80,000 calories.

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The faces of Fury, Stark, and Rogers gazed out from the laptop's screen. Loki sat stiff in his chair, trying his best to look like a reformed and respectable member of society. He hadn't been the focus of this meeting, it had largely been about the progress of New Asgard, but there was an implied undercurrent that made it clear that his progress was being examined as well. Thor had not been subtle about dropping compliments for his brother into the conversation throughout the meeting. It was obvious that they were still not keen on his lack of imprisonment. He had to stifle his irritation that these men considered themselves arbiters of his fate, and that he needed to appease them. Fury hadn't spoken once throughout the meeting, but seemed to be absorbing everything that was said. Loki wondered how much Thor had told them about Thanos. It seemed he hadn't mentioned the recent incident at the market.

Stark's voice broke through. "In other news, I gotta say, Prancer, we're all very impressed you haven't tried to usurp the king of Norway or whatever." Loki smiled at him with gritted teeth. Thor frowned. "That is not very fair-" "Kidding! I'm kidding, geeze big guy, lighten up." Thor relaxed fractionally. "We have been impressed." It was Rogers speaking now. "Between Thor's reports and the posts on social media-" Loki's brow furrowed. "Social media?" "Yeah." Stark cut in. "It's this thing people use to talk to each other on the-" "I am aware!" Loki paused to check his tone. "I am aware of the phenomenon. I do not participate." "Sure, but the people around you do." Stark quipped. Thor had pulled up a post on his tablet and handed it to Loki.

"You've made Rogers self-conscious." Stark was smirking. "He's really had to up his game, helping old ladies cross the street and such." The captain rolled his eyes. "Loki has been assimilating well." Thor clapped him on the shoulder. "In fact, this very evening we will both be going camping with a human friend...."

Loki let the conversation drift away as he looked down at the post Thor had displayed on the tablet. It was the photo of him with the foreign couple he had translated for at the market. The caption read: "Um?? My parents said this guy helped them buy souvenirs on their vacation???" He scrolled down to the responses. The bulk of the comments were involved in a very heated debate as to whether the man in the photo truly was Loki of Asgard. Points and counter-points were made. Comparisons of photos were bouncing back and forth. He smirked at the vitriol produced by such an inconsequential argument. Further down, a section of comments seemed to have largely devolved into a discussion about mangos. This must be a reference he did not understand. He made a mental note to ask you about it later.

He looked up, as it appeared the meeting was coming to an end. Stark and Rogers images blinked out. Fury's stoic glare was all that remained. "You're doing well." He stated plainly before he, too, disappeared. It was the only thing he'd said in the entire meeting, and Loki wasn't sure who it was directed to. "That went very well, I think!" Thor grinned and stood up from the table.

Loki felt... tired. It was exhausting, keeping up a friendly facade with three men on a screen who, despite a few bits of praise, very much did not trust him and did not want him on their planet. He couldn't blame them, of course. He did throw one of them out of a window, after all. Defenestration rarely builds trust. Still, it was draining, trying to remain polite and courteous to a group who is looking for any reason to see him as otherwise.

At least the day was only going to get better from here. You had invited the brothers to join you on another hike up the mountain, where you intended to spend the night. Loki had his suspicions as to why you had arranged this outing. After the events at the market last weekend and this meeting today, he could use a respite and you seemed to be well aware of this. But then, perhaps you needed one as well.

You loaned backpacks to him and Thor so they could pack their things. He went upstairs to finish doing so now. They would likely be leaving to meet you soon.

Your cottage came into view as Loki and Thor worked their way up the road. You were sitting in your chair on your porch, Ash lying at your feet, along with a pack and other supplies. When you noticed them you waved and called from your chair.

"Boys! You ready to go?" "I believe so, yes." Thor called back. "You mentioned there were items you needed us to carry?" Ash had already gotten up to greet the brothers. You stood and motioned to the supplies at your feet. "Just some food and stuff. I hope you left a little space in your packs." "Oh, I'm sure we can manage." Thor said as he looked down at the items on the porch. "Certainly." Loki added. Then, with a quick wave of his hand, he vanished the supplies, leaving just your pack at your feet. You stared at the empty space for a moment. "Right. Duh." You shouldered your bag and smiled. "Let's go, then."

You led them down and across the road, to the same trail as before. The hike up was much more cheerful this time around, naturally. Loki could better appreciate the scenery as well as the company. He and Thor stopped periodically to give you a break, and in a surprisingly short amount of time the three of you stepped out onto the terrace once again. Ash took a drink from the stream while the rest of you took a moment to admire the view. It was no less stunning this time. Most of the deciduous trees had dropped their leaves, but the evergreens stood bright and proud. At the higher altitudes the snow that had fallen in the previous weeks had managed to stick around, capping the surrounding peaks. There were even a few remnants of ice lingering here on the terrace, presumably in places that were shaded in the day.

You gave the brothers the job of gathering firewood and starting a fire while you set up the tent nearby. He and Thor completed the job quickly enough, with just a minor disagreement as to how much firewood was sufficient for a single night. They came over just as you were completing your task, the tent's structure had been assembled and you were arranging sleeping bags inside.

Loki was not impressed by the tent. "Surely this material is far too thin to be of any use in keeping out the elements." He rolled the nylon between his fingers. "Trust me, when we're bundled in the sleeping bags, with the combined body heat of the three of us plus Ash in this thing, we will all be plenty warm." You assured. He remained skeptical but decided to take your word for it.

Dinner was cooked over the fire, and for once you had more than just cursory help. This was familiar territory for the brothers, who had spent many nights camped on hunts or for training outings and thus had plenty of experience cooking outdoors. The meal might not have been as refined as those made in your kitchen, but it was filling and comforting and the joint effort was a delight.

The sight of the sun setting was unparalleled, throwing golden rays and deep shadows across the forest and the fjord and the sea. The three of you sat around the fire talking and laughing well after the stars and moon had risen. Eventually, the call to sleep was answered and everyone retired to the tent. You took one sleeping bag against one side, with Ash lying down next to you. Thor took the next bag and Loki the one on the far side of the tent. Once everyone was settled Loki found that it was, indeed, quite warm. A few more quiet words and jokes were shared before each drifted off, one by one.

Loki woke with a start, immediately alarmed by a grating, growling noise. After a moment he calmed, recognizing the source. Thor was deep asleep, and snoring. The tent was illuminated by the moonlight cast through the thin fabric. Loki scowled at this brother for a moment, considering his next course of action when he saw your head rise over the other side of the blond god. Your hair was tousled from sleep, and you leveled a grumpy squint at Thor. Loki had an amused smirk as he shifted up onto his elbow. Your eyes met in mutual understanding, and you questioningly tipped your head toward the door of the tent. He gave a nod in answer, and you unzipped the door, quietly stepping out and pulling your sleeping bag with you. Loki followed and secured the door, leaving the sleeping Thor and Ash, who seemed to be unbothered by the ruckus.

"Snore, God of Thunder." You muttered as you walked away toward the dormant campfire. "That's quite good." "Thanks, I worked really hard on it." Loki scoffed a laugh. "Do you think you can get the fire going again?" You gestured at the charred remains. He placed a few more pieces of wood on the pile, waved a hand, and the fire came crackling to life. You sighed with relief as you sat down against the nearby boulder, your sleeping bag draped over your shoulders. "Magic is so convenient." He took a seat as well. "Yes, I never understood why more of your people don't use it." You laughed. "We have to do things the hard way, I guess." Loki looked out over the vista once more. It was still breathtaking, bathed in the silver-blue glow of the moon. He looked down at you as you shuffled across the ground, huddling against him. "Trying to steal some of your heat." You explained. He chuckled, and gave a lazy wave to the fire, which increased in intensity. "Thanks." You remained against his side. He didn't see the sense in moving.

The two of you sat for a while, admiring the night. Thor's snoring could still be heard in the distance.

"Hey, look, your star is out." You reached an arm out from under your blanket and pointed. "My star?" Loki looked up at the star. It was very bright. "Yeah. Sirius. The Norse called it 'Lokabrenna'." You tucked your arm back under the sleeping bag. "Meaning 'Loki's torch' or 'burning done by Loki'. Or something along those lines, we're not really sure anymore. The story behind it has been lost." He looked up a the star and frowned. "It's Ragnarok." Loki said bitterly. "The burning I cause. Ragnarok. In their stories, I bring the destruction of all the realms in flame. Your ancient people, basic as they were, still knew well enough to cast me as the villain."

You were silent. He regretted it, letting his self-loathing sour the night. It had simply slipped out, risen to the surface unbidden. He took his eyes off the star and watched the fire instead.

After a few minutes you spoke up. "You know the thing that always struck me about the binding of Loki?" He bit back another resentful response, opting instead to hear your thoughts. "What?" "He gets tied up underground with a snake dripping poison on his face, right? After a bunch of other awful stuff, of course. It's terrible, the whole thing is probably the worst punishment they could come up with." You were still gazing at the star. "But his wife is there. She's free, she can do whatever she wants, but she stays beside him and holds a bowl over him to catch the venom. That always stuck with me, that she'd choose to do that, it seemed like its own sort of torture." Your eyes moved from the star down to the fire. "Those ancient people, even when they were dealing him the worst torture they could imagine, they still gave him that. They still deemed him worthy of incredible love and loyalty." You shrugged. "I don't know, it just always seemed significant."

For a moment, he was dumbfounded. Worthy. Of all the words you could have used. He looked at you, but you were gazing at the fire now. He looked up at the star again. It was the brightest one he could see.

"It does seem significant." He admitted. Silence returned for a moment. "Plus," you added, "Some people think Loki was the one that gave humans fire so I think that's just as likely." You looked to him and spoke flatly. "What I'm saying is that you're probably definitely wrong." He couldn't help the smirk. "Probably definitely?" "That's what I said." He chuckled. "In that case I would be a fool not to concede." The two of you quietly watch the fire for several minutes. A particularly loud snore traveled from the tent and you threw your head back in exasperation. "Ugh! Will it ever stop?" "Not likely. I usually have to cast a silencing charm." You looked to him. "You can do that?" "Yes, of course." "Then why are we out here freezing our butts off?" He shrugged. "I assumed you wanted to enjoy my company." "Don't be ridiculous." "I don't believe I was." You brought yourself to your feet. "I want to sleep! Come on."

You marched back toward the tent. Loki extinguished the fire and followed. You stopped outside the door, he snapped his fingers and the grinding snores of Thor abruptly ceased. He opened the door, revealing soundless Thor still sleeping contently, his arm now thrown over Ash. Loki bowed dramatically as he held the flap back for you.

"After you." He gestured to the open door. "My hero." You stepped through.

You both settled back down in your respective places, with a now quietly-sleeping Thor in the middle. Loki stared at the illuminated fabric of the tent and considered his star as he drifted off again to sleep.

Sunlight and birdsong drew Loki from sleep once more. Thor was also stirring, and you were currently leaving the tent with Ash following behind. Loki made sure to drop the silencing charm before stepping outside.

The sun was still rising, glittering across a frosted landscape. Loki joined you on a boulder, admiring the sight.

"Is there ever a time when this view isn't breathtaking?" He asked. "I haven't found one yet." There was the sound of stretching and yawning as Thor exited the tent. "Good morning!" He boomed. "I trust everyone slept as well as I did?" Loki turned to him. "Actually we both woke in the night from a terrible noise. Some kind of beast." Thor's brow furrowed. "A beast? What was it?" "It was a bore." "A boar? Here?" Thor looked around the terrace in disbelief. "Yes, a tiresome bore." Loki glanced at you. You were keeping a straight face but it was clearly a struggle. You tried to elbow him surreptitiously but he casually moved out of the way. "I took care of it." "You should have woken me." "I can assure you, brother, that next time we will." Thor watched the two of you carefully for a moment. "There's something you're not telling me." Loki waved dismissively. "It's not important. At the very least it takes second priority to breakfast."

Breakfast was cooked as the sun climbed. A few more hours were spent in leisure, milling about the terrace, chatting, commenting on the view. It was peaceful. Loki lamented when the time came to break camp. Everything was packed away, and the three of you stood at the edge to take in the landscape one more time before climbing back down the mountain.

When the group reached your cottage Loki returned the extra supplies he had carried and they bid you goodbye. You reached up to hug Thor, as usual. Then you gave Loki the same treatment. He didn't object, and over your shoulder he saw Thor's eyebrows rise.

You went inside and the brothers started down the road to New Asgard in silence for several minutes.

"These humans are so insistent on their physical affection." Loki explained. Thor raised his hands in defense. "I didn't say a word."

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pangea-fan5 · 23 hours ago

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Not pangea (pangaea(?) Ive been made away that there's another spelling)) posting

Ive mostly been posting on my main, but I love Pangea because I love how connected everything was, you could walk across all of the land mass on earth, the dream is being able to easily interact with others in a way that just isn't possible anymore and getting to talk to anyone of any culture with a couple hours to a few days drive

The results of the U.S. election go in direct defiance of this, trump cares for no one except himself and so do his supporters

You may want to give up, but thats what they want, don't let the haters win, it only fuels the idea that we (the common folk and marginalized people) CAN be erradicated

We HAVE to stick around and gather your local community and be AS ANNOYING AS YOU CAN!! Seriously, this new entirely red government wants you dead and YOU. WILL. NOT. LET. THEM.

Tell them that you ARE here and that we DO NOT stand for this shit, do what you can to help those worse off than you, if you can then rally for strikes in your workplace (marching in the streets hasn't done shit in a while), give aid as you can, do what is within your means

And most importantly STOP LEFTIST INFIGHTING. You voted for kamala to ensure trump didnt win? Awesome, you didnt vote or voted 3rd party because theyre both fascists? Great. Whats done is done and pointing fingers does NOTHING but weaken a potential revolution. Its too late to do anything about that, DO NOT let your idea of what makes a good leftist/liberal/democrat stop you from trying to strengthen your community.

And yeah, love em or hate em, we HAVE to team up with ANYONE who didnt vote for trump right now. Im sure when everything starts going wrong immediately even trump supporters will see how bad we fucked up and then we have to treat those people with kindness and show them that those of us on the left ARE NOT the people that fox news and donald trump portray us as, we have got to get enough people on our side as possible.

Ive been guilty of this myself from the frustration of how people could not understand how much worse trump is for EVERYONE than kamala ever could be, and my frustration in just throwing away your vote when I have real fear of losing that right forever, but it doesn't do anything to benefit me in the long run, sure it feels good to vent my frustration on anyone in my immediate vicinity, but that doesn't actually help

It does NOTHING but make ties weaker and fuel the division that authoritarianism needs to thrive. Be doomer about shit, im a natural cynic and pessimist, but try to turn it around. "He won and we're fucked so Im gonna kill myself" okay, but what if he won and we're fucked so I use my potential last years fighting like a bat out of hell to set the next generation up for success? Do not let nihilistic pessimism win, try to turn that shit around

I personally am trying to get into americorp or the forests corps to try what I can to help the environment, im not gonna sit on my ass and watch the world burn and I highly suggest that if you feel passionate about something then go out and find a volunteer organization that is reputable and stands for what you believe in and help where you can.

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toomuchracket · 1 year ago

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YESYESYESSSS i would like to go insane w you, thank you very much <3

he’s such a dilf isn’t he

GOD yeah. maybe baba has been really good at school and she's completed all her swimming lessons and idk generally has just been a really cool kid, and matty's like to you "we should get her a present"; you're like "yes. and you know, i think it's time she had her own guitar. i know she can use yours, but babe she's tiny lol she needs one she can actually play without hurting her hand", and matty's eyes just light up like "YES genius idea, sweetheart". so he brings it up to your daughter one saturday evening when they're washing the dishes, and she's so excited she nearly smashes a plate lmfao - the next morning, she barrels into your bedroom at half 7 and jumps on matty like "dad! it's guitar day! wake up!", and matty's like "right yeah ok give me a minute go and get some cereal". as soon as she's out of the room he snuggles back into you like "regretting my decision a bit now", and you giggle like "nah, you'll have the best day with her, you know that". and matty's like "yeah. what are you up to today?", and you're like "hmmm idk. maybe a little pampering day? a bubble bath sounds good"; matty kisses your neck like "mmm, sad i'll not get to see you in it", and you're like "matthew come on get your head out of the gutter", and matty's like "an impossible task when you have a wife as hot as i do" lol. and yeah, you do indulge him for a minute and make out, until your daughter shouts from the kitchen "dad! stop kissing mum and get up!" lmao - once you're both up, matty's like "how did you know we were kissing?" and she's like "because you're ALWAYS kissing", and matty shrugs like "ok yeah fair. we're just in love, though, munchkin, you'll understand when you're older", and baba winces like "no thanks" (you're like "that's my girl!").

anyway, the two of them head into london to go guitar shopping - baba runs full pelt down the street towards the shop, matty lowkey out of breath trying to keep up with her lmao (but he's grinning the whole time at how hype she is). she gets a little bit shy and overwhelmed once she's actually in though, clinging to matty's leg quite adorably as the staff (who know matty fairly well because he's a regular lmfao) ask how they can help - matty ruffles her hair and encourages her like "go on, sweetheart, tell them what you're looking for", and she clears her throat and says "i'd like a 3/4 size acoustic, please. but i don't need a beginner one cos i've been playing dad's so i'm not a beginner" (her pride is evident in the last bit, and matty has to fight to not get emotional about his talented baby lol). and the guy from the shop is really good - he leads her and matty to the correct section, talking them through some of the features of various guitars (matty crouches to her level and patiently explains a bit more about some of them too) and helping her narrow down what exactly she's looking for. he takes one down from the wall for her to try, and as she sits and automatically tests each string to see if it's tuned right the guy from the shop turns to matty like "wow, she really does know her stuff. and i didn't want to bring it out immediately and stereotype her, but we do have that exact guitar in rose pink through the back, if she'd be interested..." - matty's like "oh my god she'd love that lol. yeah, please bring it through", and as the guy goes to get it matty goes and sits with his daughter, who's placidly strumming chords with a little concentrated look on her face. he's like "will you play something for me? anything you want. just to see if you like the feel of it", and she nods and starts strumming something he soon recognises as the only exception by paramore, and he hums along to it a little bit emotionally (his baby!) - he's like "when did you learn that?", and she shrugs like "a couple of weeks ago. mum likes that song, so when i was at uncle adam's i asked if he knew the chords and he wrote them down for me. haven't played it for her yet though", and matty honest to god gets a bit teary like "that's really sweet of you, munchkin, i think mum'll love that" and gives her a little hug. anyway, the shop guy comes back with a guitar case like "how are you getting on with that one?", and your daughter's like "i like it a lot i think i want to get it", and the guy's like "well, before you take it home with you, i thought you might want to see the other colour we have it in..." - he hands your daughter the case to open, and matty gets his phone out to film just as she unzips it and GASPS like "it's pink?! dad, look! they have it in pink!" in total awe. matty giggles like "is this the one for you?", and before he's even finished speaking she's nodding frantically like "yes please can i get it please please please" - she looks so like you all excited that he wouldn't be able to resist her even if he hadn't agreed to buy her a guitar, bless her. so yeah, the guitar is bought (with a shoulder strap to match) and lovingly carried home by your daughter, but not before matty snaps a pic of her grinning as she holds it and sends it into the band fam gc (everyone is Overcome by how cute she is) and makes it his lockscreen. and maybe a week or so later, she gets another guitar-related gift from matty - a set of picks with her name on them, just like the ones the boys use onstage <3

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stacywaters · 9 months ago

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Just Pretend (BEOMGYU) CH4 - The Group Project

Prom went way better than I thought it would. Don't get me wrong, I was stoked to be going with Beomgyu. But knowing that the whole time, he was doing me a 'favor'? I thought it would be super awkward. Especially when I realized that neither of us had tickets to the dance, I thought I blew it right then. But I didn't.

It's harder now. It was easy to have a crush on him when I figured that was all it would be, and maybe that's the same. However, now I know so much more about him. And I feel like there's a connection between us, like he's not as unreachable as he used to seem to me.

And when I said that I might understand him, he said maybe!!! Maybe! And that he had a good time! But... that doesn't mean that it'll mean something after that. He could've just been responding.

Despite that, I don't want to think that way. As I walk into the classroom and sit at my desk, I find myself getting excited for class. I grab my notebook and pencil case, thinking what my color scheme should be for today's notes. Well, it's raining today, maybe blues? I grab a dark blue pen and match it with a light blue highlighter. And maybe... a bright red! Red like the vibrantly colored umbrellas and raincoats. I title my page and add the date. Mesmerized by the notebook in front of me, I'm pulled out of my trance the second a certain someone walks in.

It's Beomgyu. And he looks perfect. He always does to me. His long hair is fluffed up as he saunters into the room. What do I do? Should I wave, or is that too much? Should I pretend I don't see him? Is that rude??

He looks over and meets my eyes. He brightly grins and waves. My heart skips a beat, eyes widening. I give a short wave back and stare down at the paper facing me.

Why do you have to be so awkward, Y/N! You're losing your chance!

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When the bell rings, I stroll over to his desk. I hesitate, but we're friends now, right?

"Hey" I greet.

"Hi" he grins, "how was your weekend?"

"Mine was good! What about you?"

He starts, "Mine was-"

"How's the new couple doing?" Yeonjun says a bit too loudly.

But it's fine, because most of the class had already left, right?

...Wrong.

I turned in horror as the rest of our classmates stared from the door. I guess I took for granted how small our class was. They all were much more invested than I feel they should be.

"YOU TWO ARE DATING?!" Someone yelled.

"Um, uh.." Beomgyu stutters.

Yeonjun interjects, "Yeah, they went to prom together. Did none of you know that?"

As he's talking, he turns to us. His face gets confused as he whispers, "What's wrong? Are you two trying to keep it low key or something?"

I grimace as Beomgyu finally answers the other students, "Um, yes. This is my uh, girlfriend, Y/N" The students that remain in the class seemed shocked, but most of them fled the classroom quickly.

Once they'd all left, Yeonjun asks, "What's up with you guys?"

"We aren't actually dating," I answer, "Beomgyu was just pretending to be my prom date, 'cause my mom wanted me to go, and.. yeah"

"Ah, I'm sorry.." Yeonjun apologizes, "you're a super bad liar though, Beomgyu"

He laughs as Beomgyu glares at him, I look down at the ground in guilt, "I'm really sorry Beomgyu. You're in this mess because of me. I'll help you fix it"

"Oh, It's not your fault! It's his," he glares at Yeonjun, "besides, I don't mind. We're friends, right?"

I nod. Friends...

He puts his arm around my shoulders and grins, "C'mon, girlfriend, we gotta get to our next class!"

I, however, am a fantastic liar. Because as we laugh together about how "we're just friends", my heart tears itself apart.

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Rain pours from the sky, dripping down the window panes and onto pedestrians passing. A selection of patterned umbrellas shower the streets. I watch from the table on the second floor as people walk past.

It was our second class of the day now, history. And I'm feeling even more tired than this morning when I woke. I can't seem to focus, my mind cringing at the former scene and how my peers now know of my crush on Beomgyu, in a way. And yet, he still doesn't.

"-and you'll be choosing your own groups for the project"

What did the teacher say?? Choosing groups? This is the worst part of my classes. If I could just do the project on my own, that'd be easier. Now, I have to awkwardly glance at acquaintances and hope that someone partners up with me. If not, we'll have to do the whole "everyone without a partner raise your hand!" And I've had just about enough attention from my classmates today.

(BEOMGYU POV)

I turn to my friends, "should we all group up together?"

They aren't listening, they're talking about something else. Without me. It might be nice to work with someone else for a change, instead of having to nag them to do the work and feel like such an uncool friend.

"Oh! You all weren't in our first period, were you? Everyone knows about Beomgyu's girlfriend now, it was hilarious" Yeonjun laughs.

Huening Kai just gives him a blank stare, "Beomgyu has a girlfriend?"

Yeonjun stops, "yeah, they went to prom together? Y/N?"

Huening gasps, "YOU AND Y/N ARE DATING?!"

"It's not-" I begin.

"Shouldn't you work with her then?" Soobin questions.

"Yeah, yeah! You can get closer with your girlfriend" Yeonjun teases.

It feels like they're trying to leave me out again, like they dont want me in their group. I attempt to join back in, "but, aren't we always a group?"

"Well, yeah, but the groups can only have four people, so it just makes sense for you to work with her" Taehyun reasons.

Before I know it, they've pushed me in front of Y/N. And now we've made eye contact, and I'm making a fool out of myself in front of a pretty girl.

"H-hi"

"Hey" she says.

"Can uh, can we work together?"

"Sure!" She replies.

The class settles as everyone sits down with their group. However, the teacher notices our group of two and questions, "what's going on here? I said groups of four"

"W-well sir, we are going to work as a group of two" I stutter.

"It's gonna be a lot more work as just a pair, but if that's what you want"

I gulp as I turn to look at Y/N. She's turned away from me, staring out the window. I might be wrong, but I can't help but notice a faint blush on her face.

#beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu series #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu #beomgyu x y/n #beomgyu fake dating #beomgyu oneshots #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fluff #choi beomgyu #txt x reader #txt masterlist #txt fanfiction #txt x you #txt scenarios

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“ppl talk abt the george floyd uprisings as failing i just dont think thats true. energy from them went into the revitalized labor movement and the clarity from them have been informing the pro-palestine movement, ppl need to see this as a long process rather than being defeatist.”

“Yeah but the goal was defunding the cops and police funding increased. I'm not knocking energy and joy, but at some point, morale has to create a material result. We can't just "long process" ourselves forever. Believing in ourselves enough to go back to the drawing board and start figuring out how to do more is the opposite of defeatism. I marched with Occupy Boston. I marched after Michael Brown was killed too. I understand that *in theory* it is a long game. What incremental leftists don't understand is that the 21st century does not have to be like the 20th. The whole idea that long games work is based on 1) the civil rights movement, 2) smaller policies that marching has more consistently worked for. In both cases the results came from convincing people in power, which involved A LOT more than just marching. The electoral organization, the militant wings, the ability to overcome resistance from the right, none of those pieces are in place for big stuff because the country is structurally different now. We have a lot more people, A LOT fewer at the top, and multiple info bubbles. The "long game" argument is based on the idea that the majority will eventually win out, but the country is now structured in such a way that that's simply not true. Billionaires & politicians have figured out how to game the system to keep us constantly in a state of cope. This is why I've been doing threads on how they're playing us with Palestine. They do not care one bit that we're shutting down the streets. There does not eventually have to be a stop to the genocide just because the majority wants it. Those are 20th century assumptions. I understand that this is scary because it throws out the model of activism that incremental leftists have become entrenched in. But I expect that, as leftists, you should be able to face that fear head on. Otherwise you all are just street party Democrats. Also, finding new models of activism doesn't mean violence. There's more tactics in the world than marches, symbolic shutdowns, and violence. I'm begging you all to stop being so complacent about the long game and start thinking bigger. On Palestine, the past month has gone from "If we threaten not to vote for Biden, the Democrats will call off the genocide" to "Maybe if we get everyone in the streets?" to "Well, it's a long game, Palestine will be free eventually." Seasoned activists on here pivoted very smoothly from "The people united can never be divided" to "Well, look, boycotts take a year to really work, and movements are a long game." THEN WHY ARE WE USING THESE TACTICS, WHEN GAZANS MIGHT MASS STARVE IN A COUPLE OF MONTHS?????? If you see a short term problem and funnel everyone into long term tactics that OBVIOUSLY will not work in the scheduled timeframe, then as far as I'm concerned you are just as complicit as our entire government.”

#theory

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stormcried · 2 months ago

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CRACKS KNUCKLES TIME TO LORE DUMP. (i blame bravo SAKDSHF)

Okay, so we're going to start off with the fact that Drake lives on the streets, yeah? Drake ACTUALLY and PURPOSEFULLY avoids going to find another family because Drake HASN'T moved on from his grief or his childhood. He pushes it down as hard as he can to say "yeah my childhood was kinda shit lol". There's a reason for that.

Drake lives on the streets that way he does is because he actively avoids dragging other people into his mess. There are two reasons. A. He believes he's so fucked in the head and unable to control his urges to do the things that the older kids do in the Misfits (drink, do drugs / weed, smoke, get into arguments / fights) and to him? That's just a normal thing he believes older kids do, and he copies that to copy their coping mechanisms. You have to remember that Drake living with The Misfits are a bunch of runaways, orphans and outcasts in the late 80's / beginning of the 90's, so, stealing was a LOT easier than it is in modern times.

SECONDLY; Drake believes he's too fucked in the head and isn't lovable because he pushes people away for a reason so they either don't get killed because of him or because they don't want them to become a target of the bad people that hasn't been seen in the nearly three years he's lived on the streets. He's just not a good kid and he believes people could do better than him if they want to take in Drake. Drake STILL grieves and hates himself for supposedly being the one to finish off his parents murder, so he still is scared he'll end up killing someone just out of trying to protect himself.

Drake actively steals from other Misfits members at this point because he doesn't even see them as family or allies, the only ones he leaves alone are the ones he knows are younger than him (mainly the kids under 11/10), otherwise his actions are fair game for the Misfits which end up either A. getting into arguments of who stole from who, or B. Drake is your main culprit because he got caught a couple times with the hand down the cookie jar so to speak. So, they immediately point the finger and ofc Drake denies, denies, denies.

So; his actions warrant him to believe he's not exactly 'top kid model' for people to adopt him. Plus, he's gotten to the point now where Benjamin will actively start kicking Drake out of the Misfits as a punishment (not that he gives a shit anymore since he's found the abandoned office building). Another issue that he has is that he's got NO respect for authority since said authority in the past had abused him and made him hate the system. Because of the actions of the Orphanage when he was just nine / ten, he hates ANY and ALL adults that he comes into contact with. Muses that Drake interacts with that are adults who aren't quite close to Drake yet get this treatment of "your my enemy, fuck off." type of deal. Adults HURT him. They took his family away from him. He gets notified three weeks later in the hospital that he's going to be sent to a foster home and he's barely had time to grieve his loss.

Once sent to this facility, the adults there (again the fucked-up system) don't give him time to grieve much less understand WHAT was wrong with him and why he believed he killed his mama and dad. His innocence DIED at ten years old when he spent the first time alone on his tenth birthday crying his eyes out when he realizes no one is going to help or save him. No matter how many times he prayed, no matter what 'supernatural' being is out there, nothing came to help him which is why the Misfits when they came when they did was his ONLY answer and he craved people who were just like him in a way, only to find out WHOOPS it's still a fucked up system and the older teenagers there are fucked in the head with their own issues and they take it out mainly on everyone there, so now drake hates teenagers and adults believing they're all the same.

If someone WANTS to try and take Drake in, they're going to have to understand he's lived almost THREE years in the Misfits where bad behavior was essentially never punished, so Drake doesn't give a shit what he does and what he says. He's a bad mouthed and disrespectful kid whose only coping mechanism is his underage tendencies of again drinking and smoking (he'll try to hide it sometimes from your muse if he feels like it's going to get taken away) and his 'best friend', a stuffed dragon toy that he stole from a kid in the orphanage a couple years back and just like his scarf he is DEATHLY defensive of that thing.

TLDR since I know I rambled a lot: Drake got fucked over by the system and adults and the Misfits haven't given him any positive room for growth so he says and does what he wants MAINLY without consequences because he'll hurt people who try to stop him too. He's shanked a few adults with his powers in the past for stopping him from surviving and stealing. So everyone is essentially his enemy now and if by some miracle you have Drake become docile towards your muse, he WILL be clingy and overprotective of the ONE good thing he's got in the life of shit he's lived.

#HC.#V. MISFITS #HI NOT ME RAMBLING ON HERE NEEDING TO LORE DUMP BC DRAKE NEEDS ONE #SDJSGHJD MAN I AM SUCH IN A WRITING MOOD RN

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sunshinerapmonster · 4 months ago

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The Sergeant’s Daughter: Chapter One Jay Halstead

S5 EP5: Home

Hank and Al got out of his Dodge, closing the door shut and removing his sunglasses that were tinted.

"Got a search warrant for the residence of Marshall Carter," Antonio said, handing Hank a picture of the suspect, "He's the head of the Night Lords. He's got priors for possession and aggravated battery. They deal out of a house in Hegewisch."

"The boonies," Hailey said.

"Yeah"

"My CI confirmed the monthly shipments here ready for distribution. Now, here's the thing. There's an estimated street value of at least two mil worth of meth and cocaine in the dining room" Antonio said.

"How many men?" Hank asked.

"Uh, at least six," Antonio said looking at his notepad, "The address is 238 Five Oaks Road."

"Let's hit it"

—

Kim walked up the steps holding a brown paper bag, "Platt said someone ordered from Royal Siam?"

Adam raised his hand, "Right here"

"Smells delicious"

"Okay, the house with the storm shelter's registered to an LLC in Grand Cayman." Hailey said looking at her screen before getting up from her seat," They have about 200 units here in Chicago. This one was red-tagged for foundation problems. It should be empty"

"So our suspect was squatting," Hank said, sitting on the corner of Al's desk.

"Sounds like it" Al pipped in.

"So we got no name, no number, no nothing"

Hailey shook her head at Hank's question.

"Huh. Unbelievable, it's chocolate" Adam said causing all of us to look at him confused as he inspected the food he had ordered, "It; 's chocolate. Quan said the house he lived in smelled like this," he said answering the question he said throwing it to Kim who opened it and started to eat it, "So, must be around one of the chocolate factories."

"Right," Hank mumbled.

I sat at my desk looking for some information when my phone went off. It was a message from Will, my lock screen was a picture of me and Erin. It's been almost six months since she left for New York to become an FBI agent. I was proud of her but also angry and sad about it.

—

"So, what Kate Smith did has a name" I said showing Kim and Hank a website with all the information about what she did, "It's called 're-homing'"

"It's called Unforgivable," Kim said, crossing her arms against her chest.

"Uh, yeah, but it's legal in the state of Illinois. Parents can transfer the care of foreign adoptees to someone else with a power of attorney. It started a few years back in chat rooms"

"What about the website Kate Smith used," Hank said.

"It's a sham. It's been around for six months. The IP address is routed through the dark net. And the origin is listed as Iceland" I said.

Kevin walked in holding a file in his hand, 'This Marsden couple does not exist. There's not a record of a John or Penny Marsden in the Chicago land area"

'Shocker. A child trafficker is using fake names"

"So we need to make contact. Find this Marsden couple and the mystery man they gave Quan to" Hank said.

"Yo Sarge, let me and Kim have a shot at him. We could pose as a couple wanting to give a kid away. Send a message out there to the website. I bet we can draw them in"

Hanked nodded his head at Kevin's question, "All right, good. Heym I don't want these re-homing punks thinking we're on to them, you understand?"

—

Got a male driver and a female passenger in a light-colored SUV. Illinois tags, 33 John Paul 60

Antonio's voice came over the radio, "Copy that" I said into my radio as Hailey typed in the tags into the iPad and it beeped, "Vehicle is registered to John Kingsley. The address listed is the Tower Lake Apartments, but those were torn down two years ago" I said.

—

I walked out of the trailer house with Mr.Smith and Hailey behind me and handed him off to the patrol officer, "What's worse, people taking the kids, or the ones giving them away in the first place?" Kim said as we walked together to Kevin's car

"People taking them, no doubt," I said, stopping in front of him.

"I just got a text from Jordan. I should go" he said.

"What is it?"

They walked away and got into his car, I and Hailey walked to my truck, got in, and started the drive to the station.

—

I leaned against the wall of the Interrogation room with John Kingsley and Hank sat in front of him. Hailey and Antonio were with the wife in the other interrogation room.

"We met Clyde Harris a couple of months ago at a Right to Life rally downtown. We just got to talking and he said, Do you wanna save kids and maybe make a little extra cash? And we said, yes"

"Save kids, or make extra cash?" I asked him with a disgusted face.

"Save kids, of course," he said, turning to look at him.

"Mm-hmm" Hank said, leaning forward and staring at him quietly.

"Okay, all right. I won't lie. The extra money helps. I'm on disability and my wife's a realtor. And, you know, business isn't great"

"How much was he giving you?" he asked.

"$500 a kid" he whispered.

"$500 a kid?" Hank said turning to look at me and back at the suspect, "That's a hell of a payday for a few hours of work"

"We didn't have any reason to doubt him at all. Like ever"

"All right, explain to me how this works. When Harris needs your help, how does he contact you?" I asked.

"He calls my wife's phone but it's always from a different number. He tells us who we're supposed to meet, when, and where" he said, "People gave us their kids. No questions asked. I mean, most of the time, anyway"

"And then what? Where do you take the kids?" I shouted and walked towards Hank sitting next to him.

"Um, we-we meet agent Harris out at a truck stop near I-94"

—

"All right, so there's the Marsdens," I said pointing at the footage from the gas station as they gave Quna to Clyde who was next to a mini camper van, "right there with Quan. That's gotta be Clyde Harris"

"Can you get any closer?" Hailey asked.

I shook my head, "Not without sacrificing detail. You can't see his face anyway with the ball cap on"

"There's no license plate on that RV," she said leaning in to get closer to the screen, "Looks like Clyde's trying to give Quan food"

"Yeah, from Burger King, " I said.

"Okay, I'm gonna pull the video from nearby locations, see if we can get a better look at this guy," she said.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

—

"Hey guys, got a clear image of our agent Clyde Harris," Hailey said as we walked into the office, "From a Burger King near the truck stop," she said handing out pictures.

"Facial recognition matches Clyde Dupree. He's got a prior for ivory smuggling" I said.

"Ivory smuggling? Is that a joke?" Al said looking at the picture.

"No, uh, he paid a $10,000 fine" I chuckled, "He did two months probation"

"His new business model's pretty much the same. He just changed the cargo" Antonio said.

—

Slamming the door to my truck and grabbing my gun we walked towards the house that had a black fence wrapped around the front, Hailey went to open the gate but had a lock, "Give us a sec to get around" she said.

"Yeah," I said walking towards the second gate that led to the front door, I walked in with Antonio and Kim following me, I grabbed Antonio's shoulder as Kim hit the door with the palm of her hand, "Chicago PD"

"Hit it," I said looking at Antonio.

He used the ram to hit the door, sending it flying. Kim rushed in, "I got a runner! He went out the back" Kim said into her radio and she followed him out.

Me and Antonio checked the empty apartment of Clyde Dupree, "Looks like he left" Antonio said as held a black garbage bag, "He left this behind"

"Yeah," I said, "Let's go out back"

"He left that behind and I thought I could find something to sell," the unknown suspect said pointing at the bag I was holding in my hands and looking through it.

I grabbed a crumpled-up paper and opened it up, "Looks like papers for something called Sanctuary Row" I said reading off it and handing it to Kim.

"Uh, he's cautious. Read the papers. Thinks three of his kids are dead" Antonio said walking into the office downstairs in the basement with Hank and Hailey, "Knows the police are all over it"

"Guys, I found something. Sanctuary Row" I said scrolling through the website, "This dark net stuff is pretty rough. I feel like I need a shower"

"Exotic animals. Royal Stripe Ball Python. Female, ten years old. Pale coloring, well-behaved. Very rare" Hailey said reading a post from the website.

"He's talking about the kids," Antonio said.

"Yeah, he's got four animals listed. He's selling four kids" I said.

"Click on this old link," Hailey said tapping on the screen with her finger, "How many kids has he auctioned off?"

I clicked on the link and scrolled down and counted, "18"

"This guy's sick" Hailey said, "He sets up a re-homing site so he can find his product, and then he auctions them off on the darknet"

"Says here the auction closes in 19 minutes," Antonio said, "Winners will be notified of a pick-up location at that time"

"Start bidding," Hank said and walked away.

I turned around, "How are we gonna pay for it?" I asked, "It's gonna be tough to get flash money in time"

"Just let me worry about that. You make you win"

"Copy that"

—

I was at the location where the auction would be, I got out of the truck closed the door shut and walked towards the trunk, and lay against it looking at my phone.

Red pick-up truck coming in, Kim said into my earpiece, white male driver. Illinois tags 57 Adam Victor 2 Union

Copy, I see him

This should be the last one. All the auction winners are here now

Alright plates are registered to Maryann Richter, 788 Pine Place

I brought the phone up to my ear to hear the conversation.

"I'm getting a, uh, hit on the pick-up's address. Daniel Richter 35, registered sex offender. Lives with his mother, Maryann. Check your phones, everybody I'm gonna send over a photo of this guy. I'm gonna need a positive" Adam said.

My phone chimed and that guy was standing next to me, I put the phone up to my ear again, "Hey, honey. Yeah, I'm positive I'll be late tonight"

That's a positive

"Okay' Love you, too," I said and ended the phone call and put my phone away.

The same RV that was on the footage pulled up and parked in the middle. The driver got out and he walked around. Clyde opened the door making a little with blonde hair and wearing a white and purple jacket.

We need him away from that trailer. Chance are the other three kids are in there, too

Clyde walked towards a male two cars away from me and gave him the car.

Move-in

Everyone pulled in with their lights and sirens. Daniel started to run away and I ran after him.

"Hey, Police! Don't move" I said pointing my gun at him, he kept running till Antonio popped up with the long gun from the tall grass.

"Do not move"

I cuffed him up handed him to the officers and ran towards the camper, I opened the door and saw the other three kids huddling up together on the bed.

"Hey, come on out. It's okay" I said, they all got off the bed got in a line, and walked out of the camper where Hailey was standing outside, "It's okay," I said.

"Don't be scared"

"You guys are all safe now. All right"

—

Closing the door shut to my apartment I heard the TV on the sound of cheering coming from it, I threw my keys onto the kitchen island and walked towards the living room and saw Will sitting on the couch watching an old hockey game on the TV drinking a beer.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"You didn't get my message?" he said raising a brow.

I thought back to when he texted me but I didn't read it since I was looking at a picture of me and Erin, "Oh, it must have slipped my mind" I said nodding my head.

"Right, I'm going to be here for like two weeks max unless you kick me out," he said.

"Yeah, you can stay here for two weeks just don't bring any girls to my apartment. I'm going to head to bed. I had a late shift" I said standing up from the couch, "Night"

"Night"

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Sception Reads Cass Cain #11

Batman: Gotham City Secret Files #1, "Night Games" Story by Scott Peterson & Kelley Puckett Written by Scott Peterson, Pencils by Paul Ryan

Now that's an interesting lineup. Paul Ryan is a different artist, but Scott Peterson and Kelley Puckett is the initial story team behind Cass's solo title - only usually Kelley Puckett delivers the actual script, and here it's Peterson instead. I wonder if I'll be able to notice a difference? Probably not, it's been too long since I read the Batgirl title - I've been holding off on going back to it to try and preserve some fresh thoughts for this re-read.

Story opens on this cute little fight scene where Cass takes down a group of street toughs in the time it takes for the bottle one of them drops to hit the ground. As I often call out when it happens, I like that the artist draws her face through the mask in the first panel there, but what I like less is that I don't particularly recognize that face as Cass? Just doesn't look like her facial features? But this is comics books arts, so different artists draw characters differently, can't get too annoyed about that.

The gratuitous butt shots, though, that I will get annoyed at if it keeps up. Come on, Ryan.

Agh! Selina! What happened to your waist! Your poor organs!

Yeesh. I won't complain about this all issue, and it's not like so bad I'm submitting posts to escher girls or anything, but yeah.

Anyway, we do have the premise, though. a pal-around team up with Selina and Cass. Which will doubtless have Selina trying to pull some tricksy business, and Cass seeing right through her, since it's not like Peterson and Puckett are going to forget how her body reading works. Should be fun.

There's something very DCAU about how Ryan draws the city. I don't dislike it, but I feel like a similarly cartoony aesthetic to the characters would fit in better with the surroundings.

So Selina's tailing some guy, and when a group of muggers start moving in on him she and Cass step in before he notices.

I like the big smile on Cass there. Again, she likes being Batgirl. She's having fun. It's an important glimpse into the kid she really is underneath the guilt and self loathing that provides an essential counterpoint to her angst, and it's an extra twist in the knife too the angst, in a way that I don't want to get into now because I'm saving that bit for... when does that dream sequence happen?

... holy shit, Batgirl #18? That's way later than I remembered it happening? I thought that was in the very earliest days! A year and a half into her comic? I don't know if I can wait that long to talk about that. We might have to have an out of order interlude to bring it up early.

Not today, though. For now we're sticking to this rare Batgirl/Catwoman team up. Selina's not used to fighting as a team and isn't sure exactly how to do it, but Cass doesn't really need the help, so Selina just leans back and throws in the occasional whip crack when she's bored. It's a fun little sequence.

Cass is still a brand new character, one with her own title starting at issue one the same month as this book was released, so the writers are very clearly having Selina talk her up here, but it works in character since playful complimentary banter to put people at east and get them to expose weaknesses is just part of Catwoman's whole deal.

And I like the way Cass is arching a brow there in the first panel, & shrugging in the second. No words, but very expressive. The face feels a bit more like her too, here.

There's a couple pages of cutaway to Barbara and Bruce wondering what Cass is up to. We get confirmation of her age here - 17. Though I'm not entirely sure how they know that, as I'm not sure that's something Cass would know herself. Sadly there's some sort of issue with the next page in the scan I'm working from, but it mentions that despite not knowing how to speak, Cassandra seems to understand more or less what people are saying to her, and Bruce mentions that he hasn't quite figured out how that works yet. He'll have figured it out by Batgirl #1, but it's a mystery to be hinted at in this book.

Meanwhile, Selina and Cass track the guy they've been following to a meetup with a buyer for whatever it is he's got in his briefcase. The buyer turns out to be the Penguin, and item to be sold...

Well, the new construction in Gotham is mostly down to Bruce Wayne and Lex Luthor. If documents detailed hidden surveillance that might be Lex, but hidden entrances feels more like Bruce taking advantage of the rebuilding effort to make his little appearing/disappearing trick a bit easier.

Obviously these would be valuable for a thief, like the Penguin, or Catwoman herself, but Selina views it as cheating, and opts to destroy the blueprints instead.

Thankfully she wasn't actually pulling anything particularly nefarious here. Thankfully for Selina, I mean. She can hold her own in a fight, but Cass, at least this version of Cass, is supposed to be in the Richard Dragon / Bronze Tiger / Lady Shiva tier for DC comics martial artists, and that's just not what Catwoman's about.

Catwoman's curiosity is piqued, though, so after saying goodbye she doubles back to follow this new Batgirl home and find out more about her.

But much to Selina's suprise, Cass knows she's following and cuts her off. Selina thinks there's no way she could have been heard, and Cass must have known she'd follow somehow, again hinting at but not outright stating Cass's body reading gimmick.

...

And that was that. This book's an anthology issue, with different stories by different creative teams, but this is the only one with Cass in it. It was a nice, lighthearted change of pace from the last Cass story. Kind of short, not too much going on, but we do get a bit of Cass having fun and a look at some of her books gimmicks - not just hinting at her body reading ability, but also the gimmick of interspersing Cass's adventures with Bruce and Barbara talking about her. Not essential reading by any stretch, but not bad.

Next time, at long last, we finally get to Cassandra Cain's solo book. Will it be as good as I remember right from the start? I'm eager to find out.

#sception reads cassandra cain #batgirl #cassandra cain #catwoman #selina kyle

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