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[mosaic-marquise]

For the record only reason I was not running in circles after the great boopening is because me browser updated and my ass was logged tf outta here. I go unwillingly >O< !!! Anyways- BACK!!!! I HOPE PPL COULD SEE THE SOLAR ECLIPSE >W<

[multifandomme]

Consolation Prize

Pairing: Casey Novak x Female Reader

Summary: Checking on Casey after the loss of a trial leads to a rather risky sexual encounter. Based on this anon request and also this one..

Genre: Smut, (semi-public, oral sex, fingering, pet names, praise, edging, workplace sex, hair-pulling, brief mention of cases, almost getting caught), not suitable for minors.

Word Count: 2k.

This piece is for day 18 of kinktober.

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“And how do you, the jury, find the defendant on the count of aggravated sexual assault in the first degree?”

The tension was rife, suffocating almost. Casey regarded you with her green eyes teeming with uncertainty, the stress that cloaked her forcing her shoulders upwards, boxy. It was unlike Casey to be so visibly perturbed, her breath caught in her lungs as the silence persisted. 

“Not guilty, Your Honour,” the foreman spoke, the revelation inciting a varied response, Casey’s jaw tugged into flexion. 

You wondered whether sleeping together had contributed to her defeat, left brooding over the possibility that it had gone some way in sabotaging her. But Casey was always so meticulous, so composed, nothing ever important enough to shake her from her focus. Throughout the trial, you had noticed a discernible change, her demeanour far less callous, your client able to navigate freely through the usual barrage of loaded remarks. And aside from a few particularly probing questions, Casey had remained strangely benign. 

The elation from your victory had yet to set in, Casey’s pensive expression calling you into a state of collectedness. You wanted to gloat, to shell her with jibes, to upturn your lips in the smuggest of smiles, knowing that if the roles were reversed you would already be taking her verbal beatings. But something inside of you cautioned against it. 

Casey’s fingers sorted through the deconstructed reams that splayed her desk, a palpable sense of disappointment blossoming in the chasm between you. And she must have subconsciously noted the intensity of your glare upon her, a forceful sigh falling from her, a nod of acknowledgement thrown towards your triumph. This subtle, unspoken congratulations was enough to release butterflies into the depths of your stomach, the magnetism that existed between you too much to bear as you moseyed over to where she stood. 

“No hard feelings, Miss Novak,” you offered, half-questioningly, your hand outstretched in the hopes of being amiably received. 

Truthfully, there was nothing amiable about it, an emphatic spark of passion coursing the second those glistening green orbs locked onto you. An understated simper ripped at her mouth, chewed away by her teeth nipping at her lips, a look of careful consideration clouding to detract from the truth that lurked below. 

“For now,” Casey concurred, a hint of jest marked in her cadence, her hand merging with yours, “I know you’ll find a way to make it up to me.”

You didn’t want to let her free of your grasp, nor relinquish to the sea of people that were inevitable to pull her away with the tide. But as soon as this realisation had set in, the contact dwindled and Casey had vanished, the warmth of her touch replaced with cold air, with emptiness. 

“I guess I’ll see you soon,” you concluded, your voice lost amongst the post-verdict chaos of incessant footsteps, swinging doors and loudened chatter. 

And while it was customary to revel in such a victory with the rest of the defence team after you had closed a case, your mind was plagued only by Casey. So, you ran to her, bounding through the streets, briefcase and all, revitalised by the surging excitement. 

The fatigue from all of the late nights drowning in litigation documents faded the moment you cast your gaze upon Casey. Through the cracks in the blinds of her office you could feel the gloom permeating outwards, a restless hand sifting through golden strands. When she eventually heeded your presence, your head craning into the room, a tiny smirk began to etch itself into her lips. 

“Come to gloat?” She asked, her suspicion piqued, “I’ve heard it isn’t as fun on the receiving end.”

A chortle brewed inside of you, shoved aside by your growing desire to close the space, advancing until your frame loomed over her. Casey sunk deeper into the plush leather, eyes twinkling as she stared up at you, only to flicker when she felt you draw into her, nearer. The tension rose and lingered, your lips grazing hers in the most fragile of meetings, careful as not to exacerbate the carnal urges that threatened to surface. 

Maybe it was too late.

“Of course not,” you assured, grappling with your inner need to taste her again, but retracting nonetheless, “I suppose I just wanted to check in on you.”

“You thought I’d be drowning in my sorrows,” Casey guessed with a hum of amusement, her finger tracing tantalisingly over the buttons of your shirt. 

A bursting exhale flung out from you, soon to be passed off as nervous laughter, your face afflicted by an enveloping heat. You were certain that you were hued in pink, or worse, a striking crimson, this assumption only confirmed when Casey’s teeth bared in satisfaction. 

“Perhaps,” you spoke, the embarrassment so entrenched that you could not rattle free of it, your insides churning, “Well, I can see that you’re not, so I should probably-“

“No,” Casey interrupted, explicit in her refutal, her irises dark, haunting. “I’m actually glad that you’re here.”

The chance to pose a question was subsequently stolen, her hands quick to find your face and pry you back to her. Casey's lips soundlessly disclosed everything that she had wanted to say, her tongue breaching your mouth with zeal, stifled gasps escaping her. It was a feeling so otherworldly that you could not begin to describe it, engrossed in the lips that seared against you, in the saliva she licked into you. 

“I have something for you,” Casey husked, her words occluded by the emergence of your hungry mouth on hers again, control sliding from your grasp. “Down.”

The command had caught you completely off guard until it was punctuated by the sound of clicking, her finger pointing to the small space beneath her desk. Her kiss had served its purpose of enthralling you, stripping you entirely of the wherewithal to rebut her, with no choice but to abide. 

“Is this what I get for winning the case?” You questioned, ardor trilling, Casey’s hand’s peeling at the pencil skirt that clung to her curves until it roped up around her waist. “My reward?”

Casey scoffed aloud, her lips pursed as a means of shelving the laughter that rumbled. The familiar sense of humiliation washed over you once more, heightened only by your position of entrapment, dark wood lapping at your periphery, sage-coloured lace inches from your face. Forging an attempt at an escape was simply unviable, hunkered over, the soft scent of her slowly invading you until it anchored you in place. 

“You think this is for you?” Casey queried, an eyebrow quirking in disbelief, almost as if she was surprised that you hadn’t yet cottoned on to her plan. “Oh, baby,” she cooed, and the sweetness of the sound made you ache. “This is my consolation prize. It’s only fair, hm?”

The beginnings of a moan awakened inside of you, thwarted by the sudden force of hands on your head, willing you closer until the noise withered against her pussy. 

“And make it fast, baby,” Casey insisted, a gasp eliciting from her the second your tongue flattened against her clit through her panties. “We can’t risk any… fuck-anyone catching us.”

And the way in which her words wavered so delicately had you tearing the lace away with your teeth, your tongue curling into her arousal in a bid to drown in the taste of her. It was beyond addiction, beyond insanity, her pussy twitching below your gentle exertions, her thighs rigid as they clamped around your skull. You writhed to slacken her grip, desperate to hear every groan, every expletive, every shaky breath that expelled from her. 

“I’m in love with your mouth,” Casey divulged, breathless, impatient, sharp fingernails scrawling lines onto your scalp and roughly enough to evoke a grimace. “No, baby, don’t stop.”

You wouldn’t dream of it. 

Casey bowed her hips from the chair, her pussy slamming into your face as you lapped avidly at her clit. Her arousal dripped from your chin as you drank in as much as you could, burying your tongue deep inside of her only to feel her walls flinching at the sneaky invasion. 

“Yes, good girl,” she coaxed, a blanked out state gradually setting in, the fingers in your hair indicating an imminent collapse, her thighs squeezing your head with formidable force. “So good,” she whimpered, pathetically, “so fucking close.”

And then, the tinkling of knuckles against the glass window, the sudden purging of you from her body as she squished you further under the desk. Your eyes lifted quickly, observing as Casey wrangled to conceal her flustered state, her cheeks rosy, breath trembling as she tugged at her skirt.

“Sorry about the case, kid,” a voice emerged, footsteps lurking on the opposite side of the wood, so close to you that the sound seemed to thud in your ears. “Can’t win ‘em all, right?”

Casey’s expression was riddled with discontent, each passing second only chasing away the last traces of pleasure until it completely plateaued. 

“Yeah, I’ll get over it,” Casey responded, nonchalantly, her fingers interlaced as she settled them atop the desk, hoping this display of normalcy was enough to convince the unwanted visitor, “or I’ll get him next time. Whatever comes first.”

Daringly, you crept forward, your lips seeking out her clit once more just to bask in the way she wriggled. Her palms flocked to hide her face, a pained whine blurting from her lips, a flitting glare shot towards you. 

“You good, Novak?” 

Casey nodded, swallowing the whimpers that were sure to incriminate her. “Splitting migraine,” she breathed, her lips paled as she clamped them together, “caffeine overload no… d-doubt.”

The heel of her shoe stabbed out in a valiant attempt at deterring you, though you opted for ignorance, rolling your tongue relentlessly against the swollen bud of her clit. Casey kicked again, this time landing a jab to your gut, a taunting bite sinking itself into her pussy and inducing a grunt from her. 

“You know, a few of us are going to grab a drink if you’re interested?” The voice came again, unshaken by Casey’s blatant dismissal.

Casey merely groaned out and prodded her digits into her temples feigning pain, each grumbling response concealed as you smirked into her pussy, her arousal brimming in abundance. 

“Maybe next time,” Casey uttered, faintly, her eyes pleading to be left alone, the footsteps finally fading out. 

“Fuck you,” Casey flared, reignited with a lust unmatched, her hips gyrating methodically, steadfast in her quest for relief. “Finish the job,” she demanded, “you’ll pay for what you did later.”

Two fingers joined the effort, pounding into her with an undeniable sense of urgency, the sound of slick prevailing, Casey’s shameless whimpers spurring you to quicken the pace. Your jaw ached, her clit secure below your flickering tongue, the familiar sting of hair being yanked from your scalp occurring. 

“Oh, yes, baby,” Casey gushed, eyes glazed over as she regarded you from above, her pupils blown, expanding. “Fuck me just like that, please,” she implored, her resolve finally within arm’s reach, edging into attainability. “Baby!”

You disengaged from her slowly, her body left shuddering in the wake of her orgasm, the tiniest fleck of anger stirring in her eyes.

“I hate you,” she spat, the irony of your position causing a giggle to emerge, Casey trying hard to hold back a smile of her own. 

“Well, you got your consolation prize,” you shrugged, manoeuvring out from below the desk just to have her cinch you with force, your throat confined within her hand.

She hummed with glee as you struggled for breath, her tongue teasing against your lower lip and procuring the faintest of gasps from you. 

“I did,” she pondered, her free hand lowering until your pussy found itself in her possession, at the mercy of wandering fingers. “And now, I get my revenge.”

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[zvdvdlvr]

Where Were You? Where Were You?

🩻 - Synopsis. Aaron realizes how badly he messed up, but doesn’t know if he has the strength to mend the wounds he gave himself and you.

🩻 - Warnings. Angst. No happy ending. Self isolating!Aaron. Boo hoo we’re all pitiful clowns here. Part one HERE! NOT EDITED!

🩻 - Author’s note. Part one got so much love!!! Thank you all for reading and commenting. I hop you enjoy the second part, but I’m bringing in the big guns for part three! :)

You stayed to get your psych evaluation. It took two tries. The first time around took a toll on you: reliving everything that happened, talking about it in explicit detail, and acting like everything was fine. But you knew you failed before it even began.

You took it again a couple weeks after. Even though you were officially benched from any cases, you didn’t complain.

All the time the team spent away gave you the opportunity to job surf. In reality, quitting the BAU was much harder than you initially imagined. Of course you would still be able to see them and talk to the team, it just… wouldn’t be the same. You would miss J.J.’s round of ‘good mornings’ as she swept by you all, eyes locked on the coffee pot a few feet away. You would miss Derek perched on Emily’s desk, teasing you, Spencer, and Emily like he was getting paid for it. You would miss Spencer looking over at you every couple of minutes to see of you were paying attention or not; making faces at you or mouthing words if you weren’t. You would also miss Emily spinning stories about her past, telling you the good and the bad, letting you closer into her heart. You would obviously miss Penelope’s hugs whenever she could tell if something was off, trying to cheer you up. And Rossi. Rossi buying the coffee at expensive places after begging him too, Rossi giving you advice during a case, Rossi being the father of the team he was meant to be. But… most of all you would miss Aaron.

Aaron speeding to his desk in the morning, desperate for something to wake him up. Aaron walking into casual Friday in a pair of tight-fitting jeans you didn’t know he had. Aaron stepping out of a hotel room in a quarter-zip, unaware of you ogling him. Aaron letting Jack go straight to you whenever the little guy swung by. Aaron’s smell when he hugged you. Aaron. Aaron, Aaron, Aaron.

No. You physically shook your head. Get rid of him, you thought, he’s just going to make it harder for you to leave. The computer screen was giving you a headache now. You finally decided to get up and stretch your legs.

As you moseyed over to Penelope’s cave, you noticed the time: 11:49.

“Hey Pen,” you greeted. “You eat anything? I’ll go grab lunch for us,” you offered.

“Hey mamas!” Derek greeted. You saw his face of the screen, smiling.

“Hey, you. How’s the case?” You asked, immediately happy to talk to the man.

Derek shrugged and looked at someone behind the camera. “Reid! C’mere. It’s y/n/n.”

You heard a couple gasps over the quiet chatter in the precinct and suddenly Emily and Spencer’s face showed up on the screen.

“Hi y/n!” Spencer greeted excitedly. You came to stand behind Penelope, poking her in the cheek as you greeted the both of them.

“Hey Spence! Hey Em!” You were happy to see the pair. Though you had seen them only four days ago, you missed them. A pang of guilt stabbed at your heart: how were you supposed to quit your job if you couldn’t stand four days away from them?

“-ffee shop you’d love. I got that mocha stuff you normally get to try, and it was alright. I guess I see why you like ‘em,” Emily shrugged.

“I’ve been telling you! Anyway, how’s the case?” You asked.

“Close. I can feel it,” the black haired woman said plainly.

Spencer nodded and started talking about the case. The unsub’s main slaughter technique consisted of an electrical wire- of all things- and a Swiss army knife, a different knife each kill. You nodded along, listening to what your friend said. Eventually, you heard “Reid!” and Spencer said a quick goodbye and he was out of frame.

“That’s our cue, baby girl,” Derek said. “I’ll talk to you two ladies later.”

You heard Emily’s ‘bye!’ and the screen turned black.

“Sweetness, I would love some food,” Penelope groaned. “I’ll eat anything you get, but I need a pink lemonade! I need it, y/n, or I may perish.”

You laughed. “Yes ma’am.” With that, you poked her other cheek gently and left.

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Aaron heard your conversation. He heard your sweet laugh, how easily you fell into conversation with Derek, Spencer, and Emily. He thought of the few months before you were taken. You were excited about a stray kitten you had found, claiming that the little creature followed you from your apartment to the bookstore you swung by regularly. You hadn’t even realized the calico until you sat down and felt his little paws tugging on your pants, tiny mews trying for your attention.

You were overjoyed to have been- in your words- ‘decided worthy enough for the system to choose you’. Penelope had been buzzing about it too, especially after showing her numerous different pictures of the little fella.

Spencer had asked what you did with him, knowing you didn’t have the time to take care lf a kitten when you were gone so much. You told the team that you had given it to a cousin’s daughter, who was immediately taken with the kitten.

The joy in your tone as you gushed about the kitten was palpable. Aaron loved- liked so many things about you, and how passionate you are was definitely one of those qualities. But he felt his own smile fade off of his face as his eyes fell back on crime scene photos: he had a job to do. And you were unimportant.

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You picked up Chinese food, ordering inside the restaurant because the line wrapped around the whole building.

After ordering, you paid and gave the cashier a smile. You kept smiling until you turned away, still feeling her wandering gaze drag harshly down your cheek, eyebrows furrowing as she tore herself away from the scar as dipped below your shirt.

As you stood back and waited, you felt like everyone’s eyes were on you. What an idiot, you thought: a government agent who doesn’t even have the confidence to buy some food. Your jaw tightened and you kept your eyes down, waiting until your last name was called. You saw a little girl look at you as you walked out. She held her hand up to wave and you smiled at her, the chubby cheeks of her face lifting into a bright smile. You looked away when her mother pulled her forward, sharp eyes glaring at you.

The little girl’s toothy smile filled your head as you drove back to the office. The ice in Penelope’s pink lemonade clinked around in the plastic cup as you drove. You drove in silence, thinking of the mother pulling her daughter away. Were you… really that bad? Ugly? Your heart sank into your stomach: a feeling you were starting to get used to. You saw your vision blur, but refused to cry. Maybe that’s why Aaron doesn’t want to see your face anymore. Because you were a monster. MacMillian had done his job- successfully.

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Aaron stared at the text on his phone.

From Penelope Garcia 🖥️😄: u need to talk to y/n. ASAP. i  don’t think she’s okay and i think it has to do with the macmillian case

It had been three weeks since the case and you still hadn’t spoken to Aaron since before you were kidnapped. Well, you had talked to him, but it was stiff and professional. He looked over at Rossi who was speaking with a few officers. Aaron felt like an idiot.

He wanted bothing more than to drag you into his office and sit you down to talk. Talk about what happened, what he did, how you felt, how you’re feeling now. Aaron just wanted to help you heal but he knew he can’t. He can’t jeapordize your relationship or his job. Aaron felt a lump grow in his throat. He didn’t even know what he wanted anymore- other than you.

To Penelope Garcia 🖥️😄: How is she? What happened?

From Penelope Garcia 🖥️😄: she went to get food for us and came back all upset. i think the poor girl was about to cry :(

From Penelope Garcia 🖥️😄: and i think there’s something else i need to tell you

From Penelope Garcia 🖥️😄: but it has to be in person.

Aaron leaned back in his chair. “Damn it.”

— 🔥 

A day later the team came home. There was an arrest and the case was closed. There was a lighthearted conversation on the way home, Reid and Rossi playing a card game as Derek, Emily, and J.J. bickered over something (Aaron doesn’t know anything when they get together and scheme). But Hotch was looking out the window and thinking of Penelope’s texts. What had happened to make you shut down? What news did Penelope have for him? How were you doing mentally? How are you at home?

Hotch knew you had nightmares. Hell, everyone could tell. You had growing purple splotches under your eyes, a larger coffee cup every morning, and you zones out consistently during the day. You wore turtlenecks- that Hotch personally thought you looked amazing in- even in 85 degree weather. Not to mention how jumpy you are whenever someone touches you.

Reid had nudged you one day to get your attention; you were staring at nothing and it was time to leave. Derek watched you, a frown on his face after saying your name thrice. Spencer nudged your shoulder with a knuckle and you flew backwards, stumbling out of your chair, a hand coming to your cheek (where The Scar ran down your face). You played it off quickly after seeing Derek, Emily, Rossi, and even Hotch’s looks. But the fear in your eyes… Spencer knew you thought he would hurt you.

After landing, Hotch gave the team the day. As they all cheered and left to get their stuff, Hotch walked into the bullpen where he knew you were still working.

“Y/n.”

God, Aaron missed you. Missed seeing you, being in the same room as you- hell, breathing the same air as you.

You looked up from your computer, eyes falling on an exhausted looking SSA Aaron Hotchner. “Sir?”

“You may have the rest of the day off.” Aaron swallowed, holding your eye contact. Your eyes were one of his weaknesses. After a second of silence, you nodded.

“Thank you, sir.” 

Hotch turned on his heel and made his way to see Penelope. He felt his head spin: your blank stare and emotionless eyes felt like a knife to the gut. Aaron really fucked up, hadn’t he? Fucked up so bad you called him ‘sir’ and acted like you hadn’t bonded over your love for Phil Collins and old action movies. And how to looked away from him like you hadn’t slept in Aaron’s house clad in a pair of his sweatpants and an old sweatshirt, Jack lying on top of you after falling asleep to a cartoon. And especially the way your voice was monotone, completely different from the way you held up a quiet conversation after being sent home because you had a concussion.

“Garcia-“

Penelope stood up the second she heard Hotch’s voice. Tears welled in her eyes, shining brightly against the different colored lights in her cave. “Sir, it’s about y/n. I- I didn’t mean to snoop, but she’s just been so distant lately and ever since that case, she hasn’t gone out with me, Emily, J.J., or even Spencer! I’m really sorry-“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Garcia. Slow down. What happened?” Aaron asked. He felt bile rise in his throat. He had a gut feeling that whatever the bubbly blonde woman had to say wouldn’t be good. He swallowed.

Penelope harshly wiped the tears off her face. She looked down and then back up, clearly distraught about the news. “Y/n applied to another job… and got accepted.”

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[leafofkudzu]

Happy Halloween, everyone! The first Saturday of November is next week, which means it's time for another art party hosted by my guild, [VS] Verdant Shield! And, since that's also the last Saturday of GW2's Halloween celebrations, let's combine the two into our first official themed party!

The theme for November's [VS] Art Party will be Halloween! Bring your spooky best, be that a costume for a 'normal' character, or an existing character who already fits the theme!

For those who aren't familiar with art parties, they're a concept carried over from Final Fantasy XIV - in-game get-togethers for artists/writers/creatives of all types to hang out, chat, and create together! Grab your character of choice and head to the location, find someone who catches your eye, and create! Afterwards, everyone posts their creations in a shared tag (ours is #VSArtParty) so others can see, interact, and share! Tl;dr: the ‘goal’ of an art party isn’t to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!

I'm putting this above the cut this time for emphasis: please note that due to EU rolling their clocks back a week before NA does, this month's party will NOT have the usual 1hr space in between, and for those in NA who will be attending the EU party, it will be one hour LATER than usual because of this. Otherwise, if you're only attending one party, things should happen at the same time that you're already accustomed to! Thanks for your understanding!

Now, as always, details and /squadjoin info below the cut!

Location Details:

I had to fight myself to not put it in Lion's Arch, but since I do still want to have it in a Halloweeny setting, we'll be using the small Halloween display in Queensdale as our staging area! Simply head to the Village of Shaemoor Waypoint, mosey a smidge southwest, and you're there!

Time & Squad Details:

As we usually do, we'll be having two parties - one on EU servers and one on NA ones. However, as was mentioned before the cut, since EU will be rolling their time back a week before NA, we'll be forgoing the hour-long break in between to ensure that both parties happen at their usual respective times. This may lead to some awkward transitions from one to the other, but even if I'm not at the NA party yet, feel free to start setting up shop without me and I'll join you as soon as I can!

The first party will be on EU servers and begin at 9pm Central European Time (aka 4pm Eastern Daylight Time or 4 hours before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting on my EU alt account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Runa Gravemourn for an invite.

The second party will be on NA servers and begin at 7pm Eastern Daylight Time (aka 12am Central European Time or 1 hour before in-game reset). This one I’ll be hosting on my main account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Shrouded Horror for an invite.

Closing Words:

Going forward, should an art party overlap with an in-game festival, it'll probably be safe to assume that another themed party will pop up, just to shake things up a bit. This means we might see a Wintersday themed one in the next few months, hmmm....

But anyway! To anyone who has or will come out to these events, thank you so much for making them so special and fun! These events are all about you guys, and even though I don't chatter much during them I'm always glad to be around to help organize the chaos. Here's to another memorable party - I'll see you gets next week! ♥

[callme2heaven]

Unannounced

A/N: This is my first one shot with Stone and I just started typing. I hope it turned out okay!

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 1,479

Warnings: Andrew Wood's death is mentioned

Two raindrops raced each other down the window. The rain reminds me that I’m almost home, somewhere I haven’t been in years, Seattle. 

The chatter in the Greyhound broke my concentration. I looked around curiously. Loads of people, either returning to the rainy city, or venturing into the unknown. 

I happen to be doing both. 

The bus pulled into the station and my tummy twisted in knots. I began having second thoughts. I was showing up unannounced after years of little to no contact. 

I grabbed my luggage from the storage under the bus and meandered off to find a taxi. 

I rattled off the address to my best friend's house and hoped for the best. 

The scenery around was exactly as I remembered and yet so different. Maybe it was just me, I’d grown used to the desert in Eastern Washington. 

The cabbie pulled over and I realized there was no turning back. I mean I still could, but I’d feel real shitty about it. I paid the man and got out with my stuff. 

I made the daunting walk up to the door, my heart raced and I knocked three times. I wanted to turn away and run. 

It wasn’t fair of me. My grandma was sick and so I moved across the state to take care of her. A coincidence that everything at the time was falling apart so I was looking for an escape was just happenstance. 

The door cracked open and it was like all the air was sucked out of my lungs. 

Stone Gossard, his hair was longer now. His hazel eyes widened. We stared at one another. I was shocked when he reached out and brought me into a tight hug. I hugged him back and breathed him in. 

Stone held me at arms length and studied me. 

“What are you doing in Seattle? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” He asked. I shrugged. 

“It just felt like time to come home.” I answered. Stone smiled softly at me. “I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me unless I just showed up. Flawed I know.” I rambled and Stone’s smile faltered. 

“Look, I know things weren’t great and we didn’t really communicate well while you were in Pasco, but I’ll always want you around. You’re my best friend, even when we’re mad at each other. Okay?” Stone said sternly. I studied his face and nodded. “Have you got a place to stay?” 

“No, I just got to town. I really didn’t have a game plan.” I responded. Stone chuckled. 

“Glad to know you’re still the impulsive girl I always knew.” He grinned. 

“Impulsive?” I asked, eyes widening. Stone gave me a look and I looked away. “Okay, yeah, I’m impulsive.” I admitted. 

“You can stay with me.” Stone said. 

“Are you sure?” I asked, looking back to him. 

“You’re always welcome in my home.” He said, and stepped back, opening the door wider for me to enter. It smelled woodsy, as I remembered, comforting. 

“I’ll take that.” He said and took my luggage disappearing further into the house. I took off my shoes and hung up my jacket. 

I moseyed into the living room. I studied the photos, there were some with the Mother Love Bone line up. I smiled seeing Andy. There were some with other groups, and what I assumed is the Pearl Jam lineup. I didn’t meet the shy front man before I left, but he’s got an incredible voice. Then I saw some sprinkled with me in there, in almost all of them Stone and I are next to each other. My favorite is just the two of us, I can’t remember what he said anymore but the photo caught me mid cackle as he smirked triumphantly at me. 

“Are you hungry?” Stone asked entering the room. I turned to him and my tummy gurgled at that exact moment. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He replied and turned to go to the kitchen, I followed him. 

I pulled out two plates while he pulled stuff to make sandwiches out of the fridge. We made our sandwiches in a comfortable silence before sitting at the table. 

“Thanks for taking me in and feeding me.” I said, truly thankful he didn’t send me away. 

“I think you think that I’m upset with you, but I’m not.” Stone said and bit into his sandwich. My eyebrows furrowed. 

“What?” 

“Eat.” Stone said not elaborating. 

I took a bite of my sandwich, and munched on some chips. 

“How was Pasco?” He asked, changing the subject. 

“Way different. It was good to be with Nan and help her out.” I responded. 

“How is she?” Stone asked, then took a sip of his drink. 

“She passed away 5 months ago.” I answered, and took a sip of my own drink. 

“I’m sorry, I know she was important to you. She lasted a lot longer than the doctors said she would.” He replied. 

“Yeah, you knew Nan, she was a fighter up until the end.” I said, “I’ve heard your new band on the radio by the way. I really like it, your new singer has an incredible set of pipes.” 

“Yeah, he’s a cool guy.” Stone said. 

We chatted comfortably as we ate, the more we talked the easier it was. Like no time had passed. 

Stone and I washed up the plates and utensils. 

“Do you mind if I take a shower?” I asked. 

“No, make yourself at home. I have band practice but I’ll be back later tonight.” Stone replied. 

“Okay, have fun.” I waved him off. 

The water cascaded down my body and my mind kept replaying what Stone said earlier. That I think he’s upset with me but he’s not. I mean he isn’t wrong, I was fully expecting him to take one look at me and tell me to leave. That’s not his true character though. Ever since I’ve known Stone, he has always been so kind and dependable. 

After letting my brain spiral I got out and dried off putting on a comfortable oversized shirt and a pair of shorts. The exhaustion of the traveling and emotional turmoil caught up with me and I found myself crawling into Stone’s bed not even thinking about it. 

I felt the bed sink down and the covers move around. My eyes fluttered open and I watched as Stone settled in facing me. Our eyes met. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He whispered. We were close enough I could feel his breath when he spoke. 

“It’s okay, sorry I fell asleep on your bed, I can go to the couch.” I said and started to get up. Stone reached out and stopped me. 

“We’ve shared a bed before, no need to leave.” Stone said. I settled back down and we stared at one another. 

“What did you mean earlier?” I asked softly. 

“I’m not upset with you is all.” He stated. 

“Why? I would be.” I replied. Stone rolled his eyes. 

“I was hurt at first. You left, and you didn’t say anything. The two times we talked on the phone it was short and dry. At the end of the day, I just wanted my best friend around, ya know? Andy died, and the person I wanted to find comfort in was you. We started a new band and the first person I wanted to tell about it was you. You’ve always been the most important person to me and more than anything, I just fucking missed you.” Stone said. Tears filled my eyes. 

“I missed you too.” I said as my voice cracked. 

“Don’t ever leave like that again, okay?” Stone whispered as he brushed my hair from my face. 

“Promise.” I said holding out my pinky. Stone smiled softly and wrapped his pinky around mine. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me.” I said. 

“You’re here now.” He replied. “Jeff and the others are excited to see you by the way. Are you up to seeing them tomorrow?” Stone asked. 

“Yeah, I am. I’m excited to see them too.” I smiled. 

“Good, I had to stop Jeff from coming over tonight. But he can only be stalled for so long.” He said and I laughed. 

“So is anybody mad?” I asked, knowing it wasn’t just Stone I left behind in Seattle. 

“No, I mean not really. Jeff might squeeze you to death and then sternly tell you that leaving like that was really shitty.” He replied. 

“Totally fair.” I laughed. 

The conversation lulled and I felt myself drifting off again, when Stone spoke up. 

“I’m glad you came back.” 

“Me too.” I responded sleepily. 

I felt Stone’s lips brush up against my forehead before I fell asleep. 

Stone was right, I’m here now. And I’m never leaving his side again. 

Thanks for reading! Feel free to chat :)

[mouwrites]

can you do a kyle comforting gender neutral reader when they feel lonely?

YAY I actually kinda like how this one turned out :) hope you do too!!

Word count: 988

South Park - Kyle Comforting You When You’re Lonely

You tugged the zipper of your jacket up higher as the chilly wind nipped at every inch of your exposed skin. Fall was coming sooner than you had anticipated; though perhaps you should’ve expected this, considering you lived in South Park.

But it wasn’t the temperature that was behind the sullen look on your face. You watched the surge of people flowing from the building break off into pairs and groups. Everyone seemed to have someone to go to, someone to be with. You scanned the crowd, finding no such companion for yourself.

You shoved your hands in your pockets and kept your gaze on the ground as you boarded the bus. The boisterous noise of gossip and laughter only made you feel more melancholy; you knew you’d be partaking in none of it. How could you, all alone at the back of the bus?

You huffed, pulling out your phone and cranking your headphones to max volume. But you were ignorant to think that you could catch a break. Looking out the window, you only saw more groups and pairs of friends walking home. You just closed your eyes and tried to focus on your music.

But this proved to be a mistake; you were asleep before the end of the first song. You didn’t even know that you were tired. Well, you were “tired” of seeing everyone being all buddy-buddy and friendly with each other, but you didn’t feel tired-tired.

You woke up to the bus driver shaking your shoulder roughly. “Last stop!” She crowed.

Panicking, you jumped out of your seat. Your heart sank at the sight of the empty bus. Grumbling, you threw your backpack over your shoulder and hopped off. It was going to be a long walk home.

You could make the walk shorter if you went through the park, though, which you took advantage of. You were surprised that no one was in the area; it was a nice enough evening. The sun hadn’t even set yet. The trees actually looked pretty lovely… and yet you were the only one in the whole park. You stuck out your lower lip. At this point it was like the universe was trying to make you feel like a loser.

On a whim you decided to try and cheer yourself up by admiring the trees. So, you planted yourself on a park bench and leaned back, glancing around at the colorful leaves around you. Oranges, reds, yellows, some stubborn green here and there, all painted against the gray-blue sky, a pasture for fluffy clouds moseying by in the gentle breeze. It was beautiful. You couldn’t help but feel just a little better.

But of course someone had to ruin it. You were snapped out of your whimsy by the sound of giggles. A little ways’ away from your bench, there was a pair of friends. They were leaning up against a tree, murmuring fondly to each other as they gazed at the view you could no longer admire.

Hugging your knees to your chest, you tried to squeeze some more joy from the view. You turned up your music to drown out the din of their chatter. But it was futile. They were there against the tree. They were there in your head, along with all the groups and pairs you’d seen today. Your eyes glazed over. You weren’t seeing the sky anymore, nor were you hearing your music.

You were so stuck in your head that you didn’t notice someone approaching you. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Woah, chill.” It was Kyle. He was holding his hands up passively, a friendly grin on his face. You saw how it faltered, and suddenly you were aware of the tears brimming your eyes.

“Kyle,” you greeted, giving your eyes a quick wipe on your sleeve.

“What are you doing here? Isn’t your place, like, ten blocks from here?”

You just sighed, returning your gaze to the sky. “Yeah.”

There was a pause. You felt the subtle impact of Kyle sitting on the bench beside you. “Okay, what’s up,” Kyle prompted; less of a question, more of an I-know-something’s-wrong-and-I-want-you-to-tell-me statement.

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye. “I don’t know,” you began slowly. “Everyone’s got a friend or something. I don’t.”

“I’m your friend. Or something.”

“I meant today. It’s all I’ve been seeing. And I haven’t had anyone there for me.”

“I was just with Stan and the others. You could’ve joined us,” Kyle suggested. Then, realizing that wasn’t really what you needed right now, he muttered: “Sorry.”

You blinked sluggishly, still gazing blankly at the sky.

You were surprised to feel an arm sling around your shoulder. You blinked again, much more alert this time. You looked at Kyle, who was a little pink in the cheeks as he stared at the sky. “I’m sorry you were lonely today. I wish I’d known. I would’ve invited you to hang out with me—us, I mean. Hang out with us.”

The feeling of his arm around you brought some warmth back into your bleak heart. A little smile played on your lips as you leaned into his shoulder, allowing that warmth to spread in your chest.

You stared at the sky again. The gray-blue had changed to an enchanting purple, wonderfully contrasting the warm colors of the leaves. They rustled in the breeze, but the chill wind didn’t bite you now. You wondered if it was the warmth of Kyle’s neck, so close to your face, that protected you, or if it was the warmth of his company. Either way, you were grateful.

“Thanks,” you whispered.

He squeezed your shoulder in response, tightening his grip around you. Neither of you looked away from the sky for a while, but if you had you would’ve seen a matching blush on each other’s cheeks.

Thank you for reading, and thank you anon for the dandy request!!! <3

(divider by saradika)

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

A Crazy Idea [Part Two]

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Pairing: Daniel Kwan x Female Reader, Jackson Avery x Female Reader, Benson Kwan x Female Reader

Characters: Daniel Kwan, Jackson Avery, Female Reader, Catherine Fox, Benson Kwan

Word Count: 1967 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary:  Jackson’s back and he’s finding he might have been replaced in more ways than one.

Tags/ Warnings: Confessions of Love, Jealousy, Friends To Lovers, Exes, Ex Lovers, Fighting, Arguing, Operations,Past Relationships, Open Wounds,

Notes: okay so i’ve not watched the new series so I don’t know kwan that well and apparently his names changed?!? but I stuck with Daniel anyway. Hope this is okay! x

Part two as requested! 

Tags: @h-a-j-i-m-e-ru

PART ONE // PART TWO

As the elevator dinged open Y/N sighed and trudged inside. This was her fifth shift in a row and none of them had gone swimmingly. She had had train wreck patients, countless surgeries and to top it off Daniel had avoided her like the plague so she didn't know if she was coming or going with him. The only saving grace was that Jackson was still in the hospital though that was going to change today as she was sure he would be fit enough to discharge. She went to the attending's lounge and got ready for her day before she headed to her floor to get her list of patients. When she arrived Daniel was standing by the nurse's station with a plethora of charts in his hands. He was looking over one he was holding, his brow furrowed over whatever he was reading but it uncreased as she approached and stood next to him. He looked up, his face falling for a second before it quickly fell into a neutral position. 

‘Y/N,’ he greeted coolly. Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine at the indifference in his voice.  ‘Blue,’ she greeted. She wanted to say more. To tell him about the feelings she had been mulling over for the past few days but she couldn’t. He went back to charting and she could feel the nurses at the station watching them. She was sure they didn’t know anything about them but their being nosy was enough to stave off the topic.  ‘Are you on my service today?’ she asked hopefully.  ‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘I’ve already prepped the ward round. Let’s get started huh?’  ‘Yeah,’ she mumbled and then he was off walking down the corridor to their first patient making her almost have to jog to keep up. Their first couple of patients were relatively simple. He ran through their new stats and figures and examined them for her. Everything was running smoothly though there was no banter or chatter between them. 

‘I want an MRI Head for her,’ Y/N mentioned as they left Mrs Larson’s room and moseyed down the corridor. ‘ ‘But her CT didn’t show anything,’ Daniel said.  ‘I know but there’s something..off about her. I don’t know what but my guess is she’s definitely had some sort of stroke,’ Y/N said. ‘I don’t know she seemed fine to me,’ Daniel mumbled. ‘Yeah because she was flirting with you,’ Y/N giggled. ‘Oh so she must have had a stroke to be flirting with me?’ he scoffed.  ‘No, that’s not what I meant-’ Y/N started but Daniel wasn’t listening he was making a beeline into their next patient's room. Y/N sighed and entered behind him as her eyes took in her next patient. Jackson. 

He was packing things into a bag but he turned around as they entered and stopped. He pushed the bag aside and sat down on the bed as he said, ‘hey.’ ‘Hey,’ she said looking at him and then glancing at Daniel who seemed to be enthralled in the chart. She didn’t mind this. Mainly because Jackson knew all about the awkwardness that they had been having after she had acted on his words. He threw her a look and she shook her head slightly. Jackson nodded but before they could go any further Daniel spoke, ‘Jackson Avery, 41, was admitted three days ago with a hand laceration. Had debridement, wash out of the wound with a repair of damaged tendons and ligaments. Broken scaphoid and trapezium supported with a half cast to hand. Inflammatory markers improving with antibiotics.’ ‘Thanks Blue,’ Y/N said with a smile which wasn’t returned.

‘So, am I gonna be allowed to bounce today or not?’ Jackson smirked.  ‘Your mother getting on your nerves that bad huh?’ Y/N chuckled.  ‘I’m confined to one room,’ Jackson said, ‘she’s not had such an easy target in a while.’ ‘Well, let’s see,’ she said, ‘Blue do you want to assess the wound?’  ‘You don’t want to do it yourself?’ he asked with confusion and a hard edge to his tone.  ‘This is good teaching,’ Jackson said jumping in before she could speak. Daniel’s eyes narrowed but he nodded and took a seat beside the bed as Jackson held his hand out. 

‘Wound looks fine, sutures are intact,’ Daniel said.  ‘And?’ Y/N said looking at Daniel who glanced at her. ‘And?’ he said.  ‘And I’m five days post op and the sutures are on my hand,’ Jackson said.  Daniel looked at him with a sulk on his face but didn’t answer, ‘so because the skin is so thin the stitches can be removed because the healing will be complete skin deep. Jeez have you been teaching this kid or not?’ ‘I’m not a kid,’ Daniel said.  ‘I’m sure he knew it’s just slipped his mind,’ Y/N said coming towards Daniel who leapt up out of the seat.  ‘I don’t need you to defend me,’ Daniel said.  ‘I’m not,’ Y/N reasoned looking at him. ‘Course not,’ he scoffed.  ‘Hey,’ Jackson said warningly, ‘she’s just trying to help.’ ‘Well, I don't need her to. And I don’t need her pretending her students are better than they are just because she wants to impress you,’ Daniel said almost squaring up. Jackson stood up facing him the pair of them seething. 

‘She’s your superior,’ Jackson said, ‘you should show her some respect.’ ‘Guys,’ Y/N said but neither of them was taking any notice of her. ‘Oh, are you gonna make me? What are you going to do? Call your mommy,’ Daniel smirked. Then without warning, Jackson pushed Daniel hard.  Shock ran through him but as he realised what had happened he leapt forward to shove Jackson back. Y/N was in the middle of them in a flash. ‘Cool it!’ she shouted but they were only watching each other.’ ‘Do that again and I will not be held responsible for what happens to you,’ Daniel said. ‘Oh yeah,’ Jackson challenged.  ‘Blue knock it off!’ Y/N said.  ‘You’re taking his side?’ he baulked. ‘She is because you’re being a jackass,’ Jackson said. ‘I’m not taking anyone’s side,’ Y/N said with exasperation, ‘just trying to get you both to remember you’re in a hospital! You’re working and you’re a patient for god's sake. You need to knock it off.’

Her voice was loud now and it had seemingly been enough to draw attention as a nurse appeared at the door wondering what was happening, ‘everything okay?’  ‘Fine Sarah,’ Y/N said.  ‘Yeah peachy,’ Daniel said moving out of the way. Sarah nodded and left the door but Daniel was soon behind her.  ‘Where are you going?’ Y/N asked.  ‘What do you care?’ he said and then he was gone. When she turned around Jackson was watching her with a stony expression.

‘You're a terrible best friend, you know that?’ she said as she shoved him down onto the bed, sitting down on the chair in front of him. ‘Me?!’ he scoffed as she started to set up a tray to remove his stitches ‘Yeah, you,’ she said as she wiped his hand clean, ‘you know we’ve been having problems.’ ‘And that’s my fault how? He was being childish,’ Jackson said.  ‘And you shoved him!’ Y/N said shrilly.  ‘Because he was being rude! You don’t deserve that. In front of me or anyone.’ ‘I don’t think he would've done it in front of anyone else,’ she said truthfully, ‘I think he’s a little jealous.’ ‘What he thinks you're in love with me?’ Jackson said. She hadn’t exactly told him that part of the story. ‘No,’ she said, ‘but he knows we’re close. And lately, he and I haven't been.’ ‘Because he confessed his undying love and you didn't say anything,’ Jackson smirked. ‘No! I just…I just wasnt ready for it then. And he’s avoided me ever since. I mean I wasn’t going to tell him I love him at the nurse's station was I?’  ‘You love him?’ Jackson asked. Y/N looked at him startled. She hadn't even noticed the words had come out of her mouth but the more they ran through her brain the more she confirmed it. She did love him. She hadn’t seen it before. They’d always been close but since he had started working at the hospital it had shifted and subconsciously she had held back, scared it would ruin everything. 

‘Yeah, I do,’ she said with a small smile.  ‘Then what are you doing here then?’ Jackson asked.  ‘You’re hand,’ she started but he shook his head.  ‘I can take these sutures out myself,’ he said, ‘as long as you promise I can go home I’ll do anything…I’d probably do a better job anyway.’ ‘Har har,’ Y/N said standing up. ‘So I can go home?’ Jackson said.  ‘Sure can. I’ll tell the nurses later,’ she said giving him a quick hug, ‘I’ve got more important stuff to do.’

Jackson nodded and watched as she took off into the corridor in the second search for Daniel. That first day she hadn’t found him but today she was determined. She looked everywhere until it dawned on her where he might be. Finally, she ended up in the basement corridor and found him sitting on the discarded beds that lined it. He looked up as she entered and scowled but he didn’t move as she came to sit beside him. They were silent for a moment before she said, ‘are you okay?’

‘What do you care?’ he asked. ‘I do care,’ she sighed, ‘you know I do.’ ‘Just not as much as I want?’ he questioned looking at her before his eyes turned to his hands which were resting on his knees. ‘You don’t know what I want,’ she said. He looked at her confused but didn't speak which made her sigh, ‘you never gave me a chance Blue. I broached the topic because I was blind. So blind. And Jackson opened my eyes-’ ‘Good old Jackson Avery,’ he scoffed. ‘Yes! Good old Jackson Avery because he pointed out what was blatantly obvious. You have feelings for me. And I’d ignored it because we’ve been friends forever and I didn’t want to ruin anything. But since he pointed it out I realised that I feel the same. And I’m sorry that it wasn’t the big love story you wanted when you said what you said. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be on your level right away but that doesn’t mean I'm not there now.’ ‘How do I know that’s true? That you’re not just forcing yourself to feel that way?’ he said with sadness lacing his voice. ‘Because you told me that the idea of us isn’t that crazy to you. And you’re right. It’s not crazy. It’s right…natural,’ she said, ‘I want to try this Blue. 100%. And if it doesn’t work out then fine…because I never want to lose you. Either way.’

Daniel seemed to take in her words for a moment and then he leaned in and kissed her gently. Her hands cupped his face as she kissed him back. A flutter ran through her stomach as he held her close. Then his pager sounded. He sighed and pulled back with a frown as he pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it.

‘Sorry,’ he said, ‘duty calls.’ ‘I get it,’ she said, ‘come on we’ll go together.’ ‘Okay,’ he said as they climbed off the bed. As they started to walk he slipped his hand into hers causing her to look up at him with a smile.  ‘Sorry we wasted our first kiss,’ he said. ‘I don't think you can waste a kiss,’ she replied, ‘not when it’s worth the wait.’

[dxsole]

"That's the second time you've saved my life, and I won't forget it." (Old West!Lou to Gideon 👀 yeehaw)

🍺 AND STAY OUT! | Not Accepting.

Gideon's sneer remained, even after the man he quite literally tossed out of the back of the bar was brought up to his feet and all but dragged towards the Sheriff's office.

"Tell the Sheriff that man's not to come back. I don't wanna see that mug in my establishment— I see him again and he'll leave Blue Boulder through heaven's gate." There's a few grunts in response, which he'll take as an agreement and only then does he let the tension in his shoulders drop.

A hand runs down his face, Gideon rubbing at his jaw as he moseys back in, the commotion from the altercation already dying down— such things were such a common sight here that they only received a few moments of chatter.

Well, Lou still had something to say. "Second time? Ah, yes, that." The first was more of pulling her away from a barrel accident, but surely had one fallen on her it very well could have been fatal. This time was less life-threatening as it was a nuisance.

Although, Gideon may just think that as he was over a head taller to the scoundrel in question. For Miss Lou, the man might as well have been Goliath himself.

He clears his throat. "Well, ah, you seem to be a magnet for misfortune. I'm just glad I was there. Although, if Miss Didi would have seen, she surely would have come stomping down from the stage to kick him out herself." Something he thinks the entire saloon would have gotten a kick out of.

"I've got a parlor upstairs, if you need a moment to sit. I can imagine he startled you somethin' awful."

[johnschneiderblog]

Selective hearing

I got in a rejuvenating forest bath Sunday morning, but the woods were anything but quiet. Peaceful, but not quiet.

Black walnuts, in their plum-size husks, were thump-thumping on the ground; acorns were ping-pinging off branches on their way to earth; turkeys were clucking and gobbling; squirrels were chattering and squeaking ...

Voices I couldn't identify joined the chorus, none of which bothered the does that moseyed past my tree-stand.

It was a lesson in selective hearing. The noises that put me, with my untuned ears, on high alert, were ignored by the deer. Yet, the tiny click of my crossbow safety sent two of them into startled flight.

As the season progresses, my hearing filter will improve. In a week or so, I, too will be able to discern the difference between an approaching deer and a squirrel rummaging in dry leaves. I'll become acclimated.

[callmemana]

Whiskey Bottles & Wild Flowers: Cricket

Amanda ‘Cricket’ Pruitt was the youngest in the family and born the same year as Baylie, her sister and best friend. It was hard on Beau and Katherine having all three children under five, but they made it work. And as soon as the girls could walk and talk, trouble could always be found.

It only got crazier as the girls got older. At eleven, after TK had done it first, the girls followed his lead and hopped on a hog’s back and rode it around the barn. When they turned fourteen, the girls stood on their horse’s back for the first time, scaring the shit outta Leo. He still gets worried that Duckie and Cricket’ll fall off and break something.

Mischief was one of the girls’ favorite past times, and would recruit Leonard to join in too. The friends had lots of fun jerryrigging a sled to the back of a side by side after it rained and taking turns driving around the pastures and over hills to try to slide the passenger off, riding a horse backwards, going frog gigging at midnight (the best time if you asked them), and going to corn field parties during the summer.

As the three musketeers got into high school, relationships changed and feelings got hurt. It was mostly Leo doing dumb shit and the two idiots pinning after each other that caused the most damage. It didn’t matter though, they always made up and went back to as if nothing had happened. The first big fight that the friends had, was at Prom. It lasted for weeks before he apologized for what Macy Jensen did.

The next big fight was started because of a pact they had made the summer before senior year, agreeing to stay the whole year. Amanda only needed one class left, but it was full until the last semester of school, so she couldn’t graduate early. As for Leo and Duckie, they had taken the class the semester before and could if they wanted too. Long story short, Leo broke the pact and then got the hell outta dodge to basic for the Navy. It hurt the girls as they dreaded walking across that stage without their other friend.

After high school, Duckie and Cricket didn’t go off to college, like their parents would’ve liked, they wanted to stay to help out on the ranch. Even though both were kind of mad at Leo for leaving so abruptly, they still wrote weekly letters to him. The girls started to realize that Leo never wrote letters back to them, so they thought it was because he was busy. It shocked them to know that his family were receiving letters from him, but not his best friends.

As the years went by the letters slowly stopped being sent to Leo, it’s not like he’d ever respond anyway. When not helping around the ranch, Cricket took up bartending at the local watering hole known as Jack’s. There’s always good peoples around and great tips offered. Cricket sometimes flirt with some of the young guns if they come up to the bar, but mostly acts friendly and welcoming.

It was surprising to hear that Leo was coming home and bringing a friend. The girls, especially Cricket, didn’t expect to see him ever again. He was a big shot RIO in San Diego now, no way would he wanna come home to a sleepy town. The first day back, when he surprised his friends, Cricket was madder than a bull seeing red! How could he just mosey up to the door and walk in as if nothing had happened, like he didn’t ignore Duckie and her for years! Even as she sat on her bed, she could hear all the chatter from the kitchen.

After being told that it was actually her parents taking the letters and he’d been holding out for Cricket all these years, their friendship started back up where they left off. You could probably call it puppy love, young and sweet, innocent flirting and touches. You would think that Leo and Cricket would jump the gun and go right into a relationship, but they’d been apart for so long they wanted to learn about each other again.

Even with his fellow aviators in town and staying on the ranches, he stayed his goofy self. The pilots saw a different side of him, the easy going one, the one that’s always up for trouble. They shared stories about Leo, and so did the Wolfe’s and the Pruitt’s. It was one of the best nights that they had since Leo came home. Duckie and Cricket even met some of the greatest people, that they would form a strong bond with, Whiskey and Dragon.

While the aviators stayed, they helped around the ranches. After breakfast the second day, Leo brought down one of his cowboy hats from when he was a toddler and put it on Bradley’s head. He was the cutest little cowboy, and a big help to Cricket and Duckie. When the work day was over, Leo picked him off of the horse he rode in with Duckie and the boys headed for the barn. Later, when asked to get the men for dinner, they saw Leo teaching Bradley how to rope with a cow skull hung from the wall.

The whole week that the pilots visited, the days were always filled with laughter. Bradley spent most of his time with Duckie and Cricket, he said it was ‘to learn how to be a real cowboy’ and when Leo asked ‘then why not me?’ Little man stood straight up and said, ‘cause Uncle Leo, you been outta the game too long!’ Leo pouted pretty much all day, which made it even more funny to the others. It wasn’t all work, the adults had games and activities on slow days around the ranch. Beer, Bourbon, and Whiskey were gone by the end of the week too, which they mixed in with the fun.

The last days that the group were here, the Wolfe’s brought out the big guns, Ruth’s great grandma’s famous homemade chili with all the fixin’s. Great Grandma Thatcher liked her chili spicy, so Ruth fixed a special batch just for Bradley and anyone else who couldn’t take the heat. It was very amusing to watch as the pilots took their first bites, only to quickly swallow and chug their cold beers. Cricket always ate the chili from the not too spicy pot, knowing that she’d never finish her bowl if she couldn’t feel her mouth. Rick’s face turned red, but didn’t want to seem like a baby, so he kept eating. Cricket thinks it was to impress Duck, but by the way she was smirking, it didn’t work.

It was a couple of days later that Leo and Cricket finally said their true feelings towards each other and agreed to go on a date before he had to go back. During said date, someone had made a hurtful comment about Cricket, and Leo saw red. It ended up in a fight, that Cricket had to pull Leo out of to stop. The drive home was silent, the only noise was the radio. The next day, after going over to the Wolfe’s ranch to say sorry, she found out that the man in question had left.

Cricket stayed in bed days afterwards, heartbroken and guilty. Seeing that her daughter was sad, Katherine tried to convince Cricket to take a leap and go visit him in San Diego. After many days of nonstop pestering from her mother and Leo’s, Duckie and Cricket hopped on a plane and went to their boys. They had exchanged numbers with Dragon and Whiskey, and had gotten his off-base housing address from them.

Once they landed, they headed to their best friend’s and waited on the porch swing for him to come home. They could recognize the sound of Leo’s old Chevy truck anywhere as it came down the road and stopped in the driveway. He launched out of his truck and hugged the girls tightly. When he finally let go, he gently grabbed Cricket’s face and gave her a kiss. Leo gave Duckie one more hug before she left to go find Rick’s housing and visit him. Finally alone and not fighting again, the new couple went to dinner to officially finish their first date.

Cricket and Duckie went home after being in San Diego for two weeks, but are in constant contact with their boys and the others. Every couple of months, Duckie and Cricket hop on a plane and visit, which are some of the best weeks that the group have all together. After this pattern going on for a year, the boys finally asked Duckie and Cricket to move in with them. It was one of the best decisions they ever made, the boys got to see their women every day and anytime they wanted instead of only reuniting every couple of months, but Leo knew that the ranch needed the girls more at that time.

It had been a little over four years together and they still acted like it was puppy love. A few months earlier, they had been to Rick and Duckie’s engagement party. It was so beautiful, it’s hard to believe that Duckie didn’t like him at first. She still calls him ‘Pretty Boy,’ but now more as a pet name then anything else. Leo had acted weird that night at the engagement party, so it wasn’t as of a big surprise when Leo asked Cricket to a date night the following week. The couple went to a fancy restaurant with a dress code and Leo had been so nervous he was sweating bullets all night.

After dinner, dessert came to the table and while Cricket was distracted by her favorite sweet, which couldn’t possibly been served here, he carefully got on one knee and took her hand. Tears were already falling from her eyes as she realized what was happening, Leo swallowed a lump before saying some romantic, or as romantic as he got, speech and held the beautiful ring to her finger, waiting her answer. Cricket pulled him up and said, ‘finally you dumbass!’ Before smashing her lips to his. It was certainly a night to remember.

Leo and Cricket got married the next year back home in the Wolfe’s barn, it was a gorgeous wedding and reception, definitely a western wedding with lace and warm tones. Duckie was the Maid of Honor and the Bride’s Maids were Whiskey, Dragon, and Carole. The Best Man was of course, Rick, and the Groom’s Men were Ice, Ron, Charles. Little Bradley was also in the wedding party, being the ring bearer. He looked so adorable in his suit. After the wedding, the couple couldn’t be more thankful for that visit and all the meddling.

Forever 🏷️ list: @bayisdying @mrsjaderogers @dragon-kazansky @gracespicybradshaw @switchbladedreamz

🏷️ list: @luckyladycreator2 @lisedanie

[mosaic-marquise]

I don't know you but I saw your tags on the artwork of King Baldwin and they really made me laugh. "Look- I know his majesty was the Leper King but WOULD." You crack me up

Had it not been for the laws of the land (and that he's been gone for a little bit)- I would have married that man. 🤌💍🤴💖💕

ASDGHJKLHJKL but thank you!! I'm glad I could give you a laugh ^O^ -!!

[equescaeli]

@phoenixblessing || 𝐿𝐼𝒦𝐸𝒟 for a 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅𝒯𝐸𝑅

Eyes fixate 'pon the heavens, the churning darkness that poisons the once-beauty of Twinside and its skies instils a discomfort simply immeasurable into his gut. Teeth worry at his lip, the subtlety of dryness upon the delicacy of the skin taken advantage of through nibbling; an anxious tick that had plagued him further the past few days.

Uneasy, a breath exhales as a shudder and eyes drop from the skies and instead to his feet, their poise aiding him in leaning idly against a wall. So deep does his consciousness dive into his regrets and need for redemption that he notices not the rain that begins to fall - soaking through his shirt.

''T is only when he hears nearby chatter than he rouses, soaked to the bone and surprised. Swiftly, fingers raise upward to push sodden hair out of his eyes, booted feet carrying him just within the shelter of the hideout but he does naught to further himself. No, he wishes not to drip water everywhere and thus, after but a moment of watching those few that are still awake at such an hour mosey around, does he sit where he is with his back against the wall and his legs outstretched.

He'll dry out - soon enough.

"Joshua-?" A brow quipped, taking note of the other coming to pause nearby, recognising his boots first and then cast his gaze upward; "...what on earth are you doing awake at this hour? Tarja would most certainly not be impressed." Hypocritical, certainly, given the fact he is sat on the ground, in the depths of the night, sodden through from the rain and most definitely cold.

[zecuddlyblumedic]

"its girls night out! and we're abducting you! Karst grab the whole queen!" The red engineer lifts the blu medic up while making weird chattering noises. Brean posts a ransom note, "Okay, lets MOSEY."

Abelärd had been feeding his mourning doves when all this had occurred. "I'm-- sorry? Where are we--? What are you doing? Is there something you needed from me? I can, ah, make time to help you, if that's what you need."

[yellow-faerie]

Okay in reference to your tags on the Bode post you reblogged from me: I kinda had a theory you were the anon! And I'm honestly very glad to find someone who feels the same way about him because I haven't seen many other people (other than my sister) who do!

If you don't mind me asking, I have two questions for you: what did you think of the rest of Survivor, and what sort of Star Wars fan fic do you write? I saw you mentioned it in your bio!

Lol I do think I went through a few of your posts before sending that ask - but yes, I do agree! Bode is a lot more complicated than I think a lot of people give him credit for; he's a father and a man haunted by a lot of loss which doesn't excuse his actions, but does explain them and make me feel a good deal of empathy to him. I think there's actually a line when they're in the ISB base where Cal calls him a traitor and Bode is like...no, I'm a father

Which is really not an excuse for killing people Bode (but is a very good explanation for how he got where he is)

You said it a lot more eloquently lol

(interestingly, Bode is a sort of parallel to Anakin in some ways - killing and betraying people they see as family/very close friends for the people they love, even though it changes them into something unrecognisable that the person they love can't quite reconcile with)

I do not mind questions at all!

For fanfic, because that's the shorter answer, I write pretty much anything - legends, Kotor, swtor (to some extent, I haven't played through enough of it yet to do proper fic), og, rebels, tcw, extended universe stuff (and even a bit of the sequels although that has to be veru handpicked lol)

I have interacted with so much of the SW universe to some extent and it's such a good sandbox that I will dabble in writing anything lol

(currently I'm doing a lot of Kotor stuff as I finished survivor and decided to fill the hole with yet another playthrough of my favourite unfinished trilogy <3)

As for Jedi Survivor, Imma put my thoughts under the cut because I have...a lot of them lol (there will be spoilers)

I love the graphics, so SO much

Each planet felt different and unique and reminded me how much I loved to play JFO

Also the worlds felt a lot bigger? I think it's because I didn't really do much side stuff, just kinda beelined the plot so a lot of the side quest stuff was just kinda there as fun background NPC chatter lkl

MERRICAL! MERRICAL! MERRICAL!

It's being survivors of two separate genocides by the same tyrannical government and even when you search elsewhere, you still belong at each others side

And it's the Merrin talking Cal down when he's about to kill Denvik and it's Merrin giving Cal space to work out if he wants a relationship or if that wouldn't work but letting him know her own intentions

That moment on Jedha where she calms him down from a nightmare but then takes her own comfort just by being near?

And it's Merrin in general lol my darlingest fave <3

Also! After that kiss on Jedha after everyone has gone back in, my brother said (as a joke) "and now they have sex!" And then it immediately cuts to morning

Iconic moment

Also on Jedha - spamels! Someone out there went desert creature - so, a camel - a camel in space - so a space camel - a spamel

Which just makes me think of the tinned meat which is a...really weird thing to be thinking about

Greez opened a canteena! Monk, I love him - also Mosey

In fact, all of Ramblers Reach, I really like that they gave you a main base that's so...connected to people in this game??

Also that garden, I could spend all day in that garden

And the High Republic stuff! I still think it's weird that everyone is treating it as if it's ancient history when it's two hundred years ago BUT I really love the aesthetic and the story

I tried getting into the high republic books a while back but only managed one before I had to return them to the library, but this game has made me really excited for the high republic game and has inspired me to try and read the books again

Shout-out to Dagan Gera for being sufficiently unhinged for me to like him, and Rayvis for giving off massive Kotor!Mandalorian vibes

And Bode was a very interesting twist villain as looking back in the game, you can see it almost

(also my older brother called him being a traitor twelve minutes after meeting him which was either incredibly perceptive or he saw it online and is thing to make me think he's incredibly perceptive - either way, he got ridiculously pleased when he was proved right which did not fit with the mood of Cordova's murder lol)

And Kata! It's definitely going to be some time before she fully trusts Cal etc. etc. HOWEVER, we now have a daughter and that is wonderful (I'm living for the found family)

And CERE!

I WAS EMOTIONALLY DEVASTATED IT'S LITERALLY THE SECOND TIME CAL HAS HAD TO CRADLE THE BODY OF HIS DEAD MASTER YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THIS HURTS ME

And it was the way Greez was so uncharacteristically ANGRY after Cere's death - and just- dhhfjebidnde

On a less devastating note - Cal, my dude, should have had to have had time to recover from both the slash wound from Dagan and the blaster shot from Bode which were both to the upper torso

Like...they caused enough damage in the fight to be a weakness but you can just walk it off apparently??

I don't think so

(I am going to write fic about this, probably)

Zee - I was so suspicious of Zee to begin with because she was so cheery but her voice kinda sounded like Nikola from the Magnus Archives and like-

Yeah I was fully expecting betrayal from Zee right up until we got back to Rambler's reach and I realised...she's just cheery, that's just her personality

I talked to her the bare minimum lol, I couldn't get creepy talking doll out of my head

That beginning sequence on Coruscant though?? That moment with the Jedi Temple where Cal realises what's happened and you can see the horror and bone deep resignation within him (and that's probably the first time that he properly starts wondering if he can do anything about the empire, after all there's that whole plot where people are like...settle down a bit)

I honestly wasn't that attached to the rest of Cal's crew who died - apart from Mags, literally JUSTICE FOR MAGS 2023, SHE DESERVED BETTER

There were so many little bits that made me genuinely laugh and feel things throughout the game and it felt a lot like Star Wars which is a big thing in its own right

Also Cordova being there threw me off but it was a nice surprise, if a bit weird lol as I was fairly convinced he was dead/in the unknown regions - but hell, I kinda understand it (even if us finding him in the last game might have made his appearance a bit more understandable)

I do have some things I'm not so happy with (some story choices in particular, and the way they presented Cal's slow descent to the dark side being the main ones) but I'm overall really happy with the game

It was the sequel that jfo deserved and it was it's own game in it's own right and I really enjoyed playing it - now I've finished the story, I'll probably stop doing such intense playing, but I do genuinely want to 100% complete it which says a lot, because I don't usually have the patience to do that

There's so much I could probably say that I can't think of now (and I don't think I've said anything about BD-1 which is a travesty of the highest proportions because my boy <3 I missed you <3 I'm so glad you're here and thriving <3) and I'm not really getting into the things I disliked because it would bring the post down (and also I need to be a bit more eloquent and a bit more awake for that one lol)

Anyway, thank you very much for the ask :D it made my evening, ngl, I love talking about star wars

[peace-and-light-poetry]

The Couple from Pennsylvania

She struck up a conversation As she crossed the bridge with a nice couple

They came from a neighboring state (in the east)

She subject was the bridge And how the high the bridge is Among other things

(Ohio, Pennsylvania, and the like)

They'd chatter a bit Walking together, until she moseyed on Perhaps, one day,

They'd cross paths again

[twenytwenytwo]

Nov 13 2022

Oof, had a rough(ish) sleep. I was rather excitedly browsing planner online last night. I actually went to Chapters to get one, but they were closed of course, so I moseyed around to Homesense and Walmart and got some substitutions. I’ll probably return them today, as last night I browsed some ritzy ones available at Chapters.

Yeah anyway. I stayed up a bit late, 10:45p was roughly when I hit the hay, but was so tired that I kinda uncomfortably bounced through the night. I had some half-asleep anxiety, not sure why. There’s probably some chattering going on in my unconscious as I pass through the 1 year mark of this challenging period. I must say though, my attitude toward it was surprisingly constructive despite the anxiety kinda being surprising in itself. I rode it out and treated it as a release, instead of a catastrophe, which is how I felt about it last year.

So yeah, a bit groggy this morning. Planners are somewhat frustrating to browse. Cheap ones at Walmart have the monthly and weekly formats in one, but are cluttered and not so nice to behold. The ones that are nicer to behold, have formatting that is sometimes odd and restrictive. Not to mention it seems to be impossible for them to clearly convey how the planner is laid out online, hence my staying up late, Youtube, google images, etc.

Today I’m gonna chill, edit vids, get a good planner, gas up for tomorrow.

As for planners, I think I’d like a smaller daily planner, that I can write to dos and such in, day by day by day, and then a monthly/weekly for scheduling.

(interupted, it’s 6:43pm now)

Hooly, I walked around like a zombie today, very sleepy. Oh well. Got a planner, after browsing the living shit out of them at Chapters. I bought a Moleskin Weekly that includes the last 6 months of 2022 so I could start right away, aaaand it was half price; $16! Not bad, looking forward to the benefits of it, or just participating in an activity like planning, ya know. What could go wrong lol.

Izzy called me a bit upset. She was hoping I’d be in better contact with her (we agreed it was okay to keep in touch), but she felt like I was really not interested in checking in with her, which made her feel kinda shitty, and thus anxious. We had a somewhat disfunctional bickerfest on the phone, nothing aggressive, which in my particularly tense zombie state of mind, really zonked me. We loosened up, went to her place cause she felt shite, I was zonked as fuck and got a bit emosh, left, got a nose bleed, left again, home, slept good. Had some anxiety though leading up to bedtime, of the zonked, head full of stars vibe, existential.

Slept good that night