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The Great Debate

Pairing: Sam x Reader. Other Characters: Dean, Sheriff, Deputy Frank Walters (OMC’s)

Word Count: 6080+

Warnings: mild show-level violence

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"Are you kidding me, Sam?" you exclaimed. "There's no question in my mind who would win that fight," you grumbled.

Sam rolled his eyes from the front seat of the Impala. He turned around to face you sitting in the back seat. "Okay, Miss Smarty Pants, who do YOU think would win that fight?" he demanded.

You let out an exasperated sigh before answering. "First of all, I don't think, Sam, I already know. Lieutenant Worf from Starfleet would definitely win in a fight against Chewbacca!" you retorted.

Sam snorted. "No way! Chewie has the brute strength, not to mention he's oh, I don't know, EIGHT FEET TALL," Sam shot back.

"Maybe so, but Lieutenant Worf is a KLINGON, plus he has the training and the skills to fight with multiple weapons. He doesn't just rely on 'brute strength'," you mocked.

"Yeah, but--" Sam started.

"Oh, for crying out loud, will you two nerds just shut up!" Dean thundered.

You and Sam glared at each other for about ten seconds, then busted out laughing at Dean's outburst.

"Relax, Dean. We're not really fighting," you explained between giggles.

"Yeah Dean, relax. Just two best friends having a healthy debate of Star Wars vs. Star Trek, and why Star Wars is the best," Sam grinned.

"As if, Sam!" you shot back in mock annoyance, playfully swatting Sam's arm. You looked at Dean just in time to see him roll his eyes at the antics going on between you and his brother.

You and the Winchesters were on your way to tracking down the cause of some unusual activity in Colorado. All indications pointed to demons, especially with the traces of sulfur left behind at the crime scenes.

Dean pulled into a space in the parking lot of the Moonstone Motel. He gave the two of you one last glare before he exited the Impala and headed for the motel manager's office.

That left just you and Sam in the car, which served to kick your heart rate up a bit. His chin rested in the crook of his elbow, his arm perched on the edge of the front seat. He looked at you with a playful grin on his face.

"What?" you asked with a chuckle.

"Nothing," he replied, still with that grin on his face. "You look pretty today," he remarked softly.

You felt your cheeks grow warm at the unexpected compliment from an unexpected source. Before you could open your mouth to respond, Dean opened the car door and settled back into the driver's seat.

Dean parked the Impala in front of the rooms, then handed you a key for your own room, #12. Sam followed his brother to their room, #11. As you put the key into the lock, Dean was doing the same for their room. You flashed Sam a warm smile, then ducked into your room.

You dropped your bag on one of the chairs and perched on the edge of the bed. You took a deep breath then flopped back onto the mattress. After staring at the ceiling for a while, you decided to take a shower. While washing your hair, you replayed the events that had occurred in the car just before you arrived at the motel.

It was an age-old debate between you and Sam, Star Wars vs. Star Trek. It was something the two of you liked to engage in to annoy the hell out of Dean on long car rides. He endured it for as long as he could, then usually ended up telling the both of you to shut up. Sometimes, either you or Sam tried to get in one last parting shot against the other. Dean would again yell at the offender to shut up, and that would be the end of it.

You thought back on some of your previous discussions. Marvel vs. DC, Lord of the Rings vs. Harry Potter, even Looney Tunes vs. Tom and Jerry. Sam had fought you tooth and nail on most of those until you finally had to call a truce, basically agreeing to disagree.

However, today's debate ended without the usual fanfare of one of you trying to get in the last word. It was almost like he let you win, but Sam wasn't known to do that. He was nothing if not persistent, practically to the point of being irritating. There was no way you could ever be angry with Sam for long, though, not with how you felt about him. Then there was his last comment, just before Dean got back in the car. What was up with that? you wondered.

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You had first met the Winchesters about seven years ago, when they rescued you on a shapeshifter hunt in Evansville, Indiana. Your hunting partner, Andrew, had been captured by the shifter. You tracked it through the sewer tunnels beneath the city, but by the time you found Andrew, it was too late. As you tried to recover from your initial shock of Andrew's death, the shifter ambushed you. You got knocked around, hit your head a couple of times and broke your arm in the process.

The shifter managed to get the upper hand and knocked you to the ground again. Your silver knife was just out of your reach, and you were fighting hard just to remain conscious. As the shifter was about to strike the final blow, Dean came out of the shadows and killed it.

Sam came rushing to your side, checking you for injuries, while Dean looked around for other shifters and/or victims. Once Sam was satisfied you could be moved without causing further injury, he picked you up and put you in the backseat of your '68 Nova. He drove you to the hospital and stayed while you were treated for your broken arm and probable concussion.

The hospital wouldn't release you on your own due to the concussion, so Sam volunteered to be responsible for you. He drove your car back to the motel, which happened to be the same one that they were staying in, only a couple of doors down. You spent the evening getting to know Sam, while Dean went off to the local bar to celebrate a successful hunt.

As the months went by, the two of you became best friends. After awhile, you found that your feelings toward Sam had begun to change. At first, you dismissed it as some sort of "hero worship", from the aftermath of the shifter case. Then, you thought maybe it was infatuation, from the way he took care of you, almost like a "Florence Nightingale" effect.

Eventually, you realized that your feelings for the younger Winchester went beyond best friends and were not related to the shifter incident. However, after having had your heart broken before, you were reluctant to take that leap of faith to reveal your true feelings to Sam.

Over time, you've done your best to hide them, push them down and pretend they didn't exist. Even so, the current course of action was becoming more difficult with every smile, every lingering look and every touch that electrified your skin. After what happened on the car ride today, you knew something was going to break sooner or later. You just weren't sure what you'd do when it did.

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In Room #11

"So, what do you say, Sammy? What say we find a bar, have a few drinks and go check out the 'local wildlife', hmm?" Dean grinned, waggling his eyebrows.

Sam was researching something on his laptop. "Nah, you go on ahead, Dean. I'll just stay here, see what else I can find out about this case," he mumbled, eyes never leaving the computer screen.

"Come on, Sammy, you know what they say. All research and no whiskey makes Sam a dull boy," Dean teased.

Sam threw Dean one of his famous bitch faces. "Really Dean? That's the best you've got?" he grumbled.

"What's with you, man? You don't want to come out tonight for a drink and to dance with a pretty girl, you'd rather stay in. Oh, and by the way? Why did you let her win that argument today?" Dean remarked.

"What are you talking about? I didn't let her win anything. You told us to stop arguing, so we did," Sam replied.

"Yeah, but one of you usually throws in one last parting shot, and neither one of you even tried. So, I ask again, little brother, what's with you?" Dean asked. "Are you really that tired? Did you think she was right? Do you like her or something?" he persisted.

When Sam looked up in response to his last question, awareness suddenly dawned on Dean. "You do like her! I'll bet you wanted her to know what it feels like to win, so you caved! Oh, this is too sweet," Dean gloated.

"Shut up, Dean, you don't know what you're talking about," Sam growled. "Besides, even if I did have feelings for her, there's no way she'd return them. She's an amazing woman. Smart, beautiful, and she deserves someone who can give her the world. Besides, she's my best friend, for cryin' out loud. Probably all we'll ever be, though," he muttered.

Dean pursed his lips. Oh, Sammy, if only you knew what I know, he thought to himself. Dean found out about your feelings for Sam after a drunken night in the library. After one too many shots of whiskey, you'd let the confession slip out, and instantly panicked. You made Dean swear not to tell Sam, but he also made you promise to tell Sam before too much time passed.

Dean shrugged, grabbed his keys to the Impala and headed out the door. "All right, but don't wait up. You know, you don't have to stay in here all alone after I leave," he grinned mischievously.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Dean," he replied. Dean finally left the room, got into the Impala and headed for the bar. "Finally," Sam grumbled.

He thought about Dean's last comment, the one about not staying in their room all alone while he went out. Sam wondered if you were already asleep, or if you might be interested in watching a movie with him. He quickly changed into his pajamas, made sure he had the motel room key in his pocket and knocked on your door.

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As you towel-dried your hair, you heard the roar of the Impala's engine as she pulled away from the motel. Guess the two of them are headed out to blow off some steam, you said to yourself. As you were about to pull the blankets over your head, you heard a knock at the door. You glanced through the peephole and saw that it was Sam.

"Hi," you greeted him as you stepped aside to let him in.

"Hey," he replied. He looked at you then at the blankets turned down. "Oh, you were just going to bed, I'm sorry. I should go," he stammered.

You put your hands on his solid, muscular chest to stop him. "No, no, you don't have to go. As long as you're here, would you like to watch something on TV?" you asked hopefully.

"Sure, a-as long as I'm here," Sam smiled shyly. Your hands on his chest seemed to solidify his decision to stay.

You went over to your previous spot on the bed and got your legs under the blankets then maneuvered into a sitting position. You were having some difficulty in propping up some pillows between your back and the headboard. After he got underneath the blankets, Sam reached over and helped put the pillows in the right place for you. "Thank you, Sam," you remarked softly.

Sam looked around for the remote then found it on the nightstand by his side of the bed. He offered it to you, but you declined. He flicked the power button and started to run through the channels, finally settling on the first of four parts of The Stand by Stephen King. "Is this okay?" he asked.

You shuddered, remembering the parts that you had read from the novel that were a little disturbing this late at night. You had enough nightmares from what you saw with your own eyes on a daily basis, let alone what your imagination could conjure up. "Yeah, I'll be all right, I guess. It's just a TV show, after all," you replied nervously.

Sam chuckled softly and put his arm around you to bring you closer to his side. "Don't worry, I'm here, I've got you. I won't let anything happen to you," he promised. In response, you put your head on Sam's shoulder and your hand on his chest. You let out an audible sigh of contentment and tried to concentrate on the program. There were a couple of jump-scare moments in the show, but Sam was there to hold you and calm you back down.

Soon enough, your eyelids started to droop and you were having a hard time keeping awake to watch the program. Finally, you gave in to your exhaustion and your eyes slid closed for the night. Sam pulled you closer to his side and dipped his head towards you. He pressed his lips to your temple in a lingering kiss and whispered, "Goodnight, sweetheart."

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The next morning, you woke to a heavy weight across your midsection and a toasty, warm feeling throughout your body. When you looked down, you noticed that it was Sam's arm draped across you, keeping you held close to his body. You tried to carefully ease out of bed without waking him, but Sam was having none of that. "Mmm, g'morning, baby," he mumbled then kissed your bare shoulder where your T-shirt had slipped off.

The feel of his soft lips on your bare skin sent an electric shock wave racing straight to your core. "G-good morning, Sam," you stammered. You turned over to face him and saw that his eyes were still closed. You reached over and brushed a lock of his thick chestnut hair behind his ear, then traced his jawline with your index finger. Sam caught your hand in his and kissed each fingertip, one by one.

As much as you were enjoying this, you told yourself that it wasn't real. Sam was stuck in some dream-like state, one where he was kissing some other woman just like he was kissing you. That was the only explanation you would let yourself accept. Eventually, you were able to get out from under Sam's arm and make your way to the bathroom with your bag.

Today was the day for meeting with the local authorities and questioning the witnesses. That meant wearing your Fed suit with the black pencil skirt, white button-down blouse and black blazer. You ran a quick brush through your hair then focused on your make-up. You had left your shoes by the door, only wanting to put them on at the last minute.

When you walked out of the bathroom, Sam was sitting up in bed and Dean was already in his Fed suit. He had brought coffee and breakfast with him. You could feel an awkward silence in the room, as if you'd interrupted a discussion the boys were having. Sam rubbed his eyes then got out of bed. "I'm gonna go get dressed, then meet you both back here," he stated. He flashed you a quick smile then walked out of your door and over to his and Dean's room.

Dean looked at you with an all-knowing smirk on his face. "So, how was it last night?" he asked.

"What exactly do you think happened, Dean? Sam came over after you left, and we watched TV," you mentioned.

"All I know is that Sam didn't sleep in his bed last night, so he had to have slept here," Dean pointed out.

"Dean, what more do you want me to say? I fell asleep watching TV, and the next thing I know, I'm waking up with Sam still here in my room," you explained. Which was a pleasant surprise, you thought.

"Oh-ho, a little 'Netflix and Chill', hmm?" he grinned and waggled his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes in disgust. "Oh, will you grow up, Winchester? Not everything is about sex," you retorted.

"Fine," he huffed. "One question though," he mentioned.

"What?" you replied wearily.

"Who was the big spoon?" Dean asked with a know-it-all smirk still on his face.

You answered him by slapping his face with a pillow from the bed. Sam walked back into the room just in time to witness the pillow being slammed into his brother's face, causing him to laugh. You gave each other a high-five.

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After breakfast, the three of you climbed into the Impala and went over to the local sheriff's department. You wanted to see what they had turned up and also to get a look at the victims. Sam and Dean introduced themselves to the sheriff and began chatting with them about the crime scene and the victims. At the same time, you were trying to see what additional information the deputy may have.

Deputy Walters was kind of young, a little shy and soft-spoken, not exactly the tough-as-nails lawman you might expect. So, during your questions, you turned on your feminine charms, hoping that it might elicit more information. You hated to be reduced to using such tactics, but you reminded yourself that lives were at stake.

As you spoke to Deputy Walters, you noticed that Sam kept glancing over. His frown seemed to deepen the longer you and the deputy were talking. You made a mental note to ask him about it later.

"Well, I think that about does it, Deputy Walters. You've given me a lot of good information for me to review with my fellow agents. Thank you," you remarked, putting a hand on his arm.

"Please, call me Frank. And, you're welcome. Anything to help out an agent from the bureau. 'Specially one as pretty as yourself," Frank gushed. "How much longer are you in town?" he asked.

You felt your cheeks grow warm at his compliment. "Not sure, I still have to compare notes with those two, then go from there. Why?" you inquired.

"I was kind of hoping that maybe you might want to go out for dinner with me tonight? It's kind of a small town, and most of the ladies my age are already married. Besides, it's not every day that I get to meet a gorgeous woman who's also an FBI agent," Deputy Walters remarked shyly.

"How nice of you to say, Deputy Walt--Frank," you replied softly. You looked over at Sam and Dean, who were both still discussing the case with the sheriff. "I think dinner tonight could be arranged," you agreed.

"Really? I-I mean, that's great! How about we meet back at the station at 7, and we can go to dinner from here?" he suggested.

"Sounds great, I'll have one of my partners drop me back here at 7," you said.

"Until then, sweet lady," Deputy Walters took your hand and brushed his lips across the back.

Sam's eyes grew wide as he witnessed this exchange from across the room. He abruptly excused himself from Dean's side and made his way to yours. Sam placed a hand on your back and quickly ushered you out to stand next to the Impala to wait for Dean.

Once you were outside, you whirled around and turned to face Sam. "What the hell was that, Winchester?" you demanded.

"Me? What the hell were you doing, flirting with the deputy?" he retorted.

You pinched the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger. "It's the same as we've always done. We've got a small-town deputy who seems to be a little lonely and we need info. So, like always, you and Dean leave me to turn on the flirt. Don't worry, I have every intention of sharing with you all the information that Frank gave me. Before I head out for my date with him tonight, that is," you finished.

Sam's eyes grew wide at your revelation of going out on a date with someone. "Frank? Who's Frank? And a date?!? You're not going out on any date tonight, not with him!" he exclaimed.

You took a deep breath in an effort to calm yourself before answering. "Deputy Frank Walters and I will be going out to dinner tonight in town. He will be waiting for me at the station at 7, and I have every intention of keeping that promise!" you shot back.

"This is not one of our 'friendly debates', this is about you and your safety. We still don't know who's behind all this demon activity. For all we know, it could be Barney Fife over there," Sam huffed.

A thought struck you about Sam's true reason for not wanting you to go out on a date with someone. "Are you jealous?" you inquired.

"What?" he asked.

"That's why you don't want me to go out with Barn--Frank tonight. You're jealous!" you smirked.

"Don't be ridiculous. He knows we're only in town for a short period of time. And it's you who can't see that he's only seizing this opportunity to use you. Just to 'scratch an itch', without any long-term commitment," Sam muttered.

The look of horror on your face instantly told Sam he had taken his debate one step too far. He reached out to you to apologize, but you backed away from him. "I can't believe you said that to me," you whispered.

"Wait, I'm--" Sam pleaded, his hands outstretched towards you.

"DON'T," you shouted. "Don't touch me, don't talk to me, just stay away from me right now," you growled.

Neither of you noticed that Dean had finished talking to the sheriff. As he walked over, he had been watching the entire heated exchange between the two of you. "What's going on here?" he asked.

"Nothing," you both answered in unison, your response a bit louder then Sam's was. You yanked open the rear passenger door and settled into your seat, arms folded across your chest.

Sam did the same, taking a bit more time to settle in as he reflected on the last bit of your conversation. Am I jealous, like she said? he thought to himself. Why should I care who she goes out with? It's not like we're a couple or anything, he silently reasoned. But I wish we were, Sam shook his head at that last thought.

Dean looked at the two of you before he left the station to head back to the motel. "Oh. Yeah. Obviously it's 'nothing'," he observed dryly.

The Impala was barely put in park at the motel before you were the first one out the door. Your keys at the ready, you were in your room with the door closed before Sam and Dean had even taken off their seat belts.

"Dude, I don't think I've ever seen her so pissed. At anybody, let alone you. What did you say to her?" Dean asked.

Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath before explaining the previous conversation to his brother. "Whoa," Dean said when Sam finished. "You know she's not like that, Sam. She's not into one-night stands and she's not completely naïve about guys," Dean replied.

"Yeah, I know, and I didn't even mean it, either. But she's right, I am jealous of her going out with that deputy. I still may be right, too, though. We don't know who's behind all the demon activity around here. Deputy Dumbass being the cause of it isn't the most far-fetched idea, you know," Sam grumbled.

"Maybe. It could be the deputy. But all that aside, Sammy, you're gonna have to man up and tell her how you feel at some point," Dean replied as his phone buzzed in his pocket. When he unlocked his phone, he saw it was a text message from you.

You: Dean, will you please take me back to the station for my date? Need to be there by 7

DW: Yeah, I can do that. You ready yet?

You: Almost. Will text you when I am.

DW: Don't worry. Gonna be just you and me in the car, kid. Sending Sam to his room without supper lol.

You: Thanks, Dean.

"Is that her?" Sam asked. "Ready for her date?"

"She said she was 'almost ready'. I told her I was sending you to your room, so you gotta clear out, man. Don't worry, Sam. She's tough, she'll be all right," Dean tried to reassure his brother.

About ten minutes later, a buzz in Dean's pocket showed a text message that said you were ready to go. Dean relayed the message to Sam, who then got out of the car. He unlocked the motel room door and went inside, but stood waiting with it cracked open just a little. He wanted to see how you looked, all dressed up for your date. Also, to torture himself a bit more that it wasn't him you'd be out with tonight.

For your outfit, you were wearing your newest pair of faded blue jeans with a sparkly, navy blue top that had a boat-neck opening. You had on your black ankle boots with the wedge heel, and you had kept your jewelry and make-up simple. Sam drew in a deep breath at how beautiful you looked tonight and sent a silent prayer to anyone listening that you be kept safe.

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Dinner with Frank passed pleasantly enough, each of you asking questions to get to know each other better. You tried to keep your answers as vague as possible regarding your background and current occupation. You told him about your family and about losing Andrew in a car accident, instead of on a shifter hunt.

As you walked out to his car after dinner, Frank suggested that you go out for a couple of drinks and maybe some dancing. "I'm having a great time, and I don't exactly want it to end," he murmured as the two of you stood by his car.

He had his arms around you, and he was looking directly into your eyes as his hand caressed your cheek. It had been awhile since you'd had that kind of attention from any man. But with as shyly as he was acting earlier compared to now, alarm bells started going off in your head.

"Frank, it's getting late, I really should get going. Here, let me text my co-worker so that he can meet us back at the station," you said as you reached for your pocket.

"That sounds perfect, since we know those Winchesters will drop everything to come rescue you," Frank sneered.

"What are you talking about? My partners' names are--" you were cut off by his hand at your throat, lightly squeezing it.

"Save it!" he hissed. "Everyone knows you're working with those two flannel-jockeys," he retorted as his eyes flashed to all black.

"It's you," you whispered. "You're the one behind the demon attacks around here," you growled.

"That's right. Now call them and tell them to meet us here. If you don't, it's going to be a very unpleasant ending to our 'date'," he sneered.

You pulled out your phone to dial Dean's number. He picked up on the second ring. "Hey, sweetheart, is your date over with already?" he asked.

"H-hey, Dean. Yeah, I'm ready to come back. Dinner was nice, but it's getting late so we decided to call it a night," you replied shakily.

"Everything okay, honey?" Dean asked, his tone shifting to one of concern.

"Frank" gave your neck a little squeeze and a warning glare to remind you of the consequences should Dean not take the bait. "Y-yeah, I'm okay, just tired. Deputy kinda reminds me of that guy I went out with from Poughkeepsie," you chuckled nervously.

"Okay, we're on the way. Pick you back up at the station, right?" he asked.

"That's right," you choked out. "See you soon, Dean," you whispered. Hope so, you silently added as you disconnected the call.

"Now, we wait," the demon said smugly.

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Dean grimly looked at his phone after the call was disconnected. Sam could tell something had gone wrong, and he knew you were in trouble. "The demon--" Sam started.

"Yeah. Just like you said, Sam," Dean confirmed.

Sam closed his eyes and looked at the ceiling. Now was not the time for the I-told-you-so's. The main focus at hand was that they had to get you back safely. Dean grabbed his car keys and ran out the door, with Sam close behind.

Before getting behind the wheel, the boys checked the trunk to make sure they had a good supply of holy water and their angel or demon blades. When they were satisfied in their preparations, they got back in the car and headed over to the sheriff's station. On the way, Dean sent up a prayer to Castiel, just in case.

When they got near the station, they noted that there were five demon sentries keeping watch. Inside, the demon wearing Deputy Walters as a meatsuit had tied you to an office chair. He kept looking out the window for any signs of the Winchesters.

"You don't really think they're going to waltz in the front door, do you?" you scoffed.

The demon backhanded you across the face in response. "Keep quiet. They'll be here, it's just a matter of time. I hope they get here quick, because this meatsuit isn't cooperating too well. Keeps squirming, telling me not to hurt you," he mocked.

"Leave him alone!" you growled.

"You're not really in any kind of position to make demands, now are you?" he sneered.

"Listen to me Frank, I know you're in there, and you've got to fight! You can do this, just kick him out!" you pleaded. Another slap to the face, this one hard enough to bring tears to your eyes.

"Shut up! Or I will hurt him from the inside and it will be all your fault if he dies," the demon snapped. A noise outside caught his attention, and you prayed that it was your rescue party. You also hoped they would be able to make it into the building undetected.

"Looks like the party's about to get started," the demon cackled with glee. His grin faltered when he began to hear demon screams and see several orange flashes. You both knew that meant his demon army was being taken out, one by one.

"Noooooo!" he cried. With his master plan unraveled, the demon chose to smoke out rather than be sent back to Hell by Sam or Dean. Deputy Walters' body slumped to the floor, unconscious.

From your chair, you visibly relaxed when you saw that the demon was gone. Your head was down, and silent tears began streaming down your face. Sam and Dean walked in, guns drawn, but quickly put them away when they saw there was no longer a threat.

Dean tended to Deputy Walters, and for the most part, the deputy was okay. At some point, he was probably going to have to get 'the talk'. You knew he would need it to help him make sense about what happened.

Sam rushed over to your side and began to untie the ropes holding you to the chair. He helped you stand up once you were all untied. He gingerly massaged your wrists where the ropes had started to bite into them.

As you stood before him, you continued to cast your eyes downward, unable to look Sam in the eye. You felt a bit ashamed of how the two of you had fought before your date with the deputy. What you considered to be jealousy, was really only Sam's concern for your safety. Turns out he was correct in that the demon possessing Deputy Walters was the one you were supposed to be hunting.

"Hey," Sam said softly. "Come on, sweetheart, look at me. Please," he pleaded. You shook your head, but Sam hooked his finger under your chin and tilted it up so he could look into your eyes. His face fell at seeing the marks on your face from being slapped around by the demon. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry this happened," he whispered.

"You've got nothing to be sorry for, Sam, I do. I apologize for not listening to you that the deputy may be possessed and the cause of all of this. If I had, none of this would've happened. I'm so sorry for how I acted earlier," you remarked softly.

"What matters is that you and the deputy are safe, and the demon left the meatsuit behind," he reminded you. His fingertips gently brushed your cheek, then he slid his hand to cup the back of your head. Ever so slowly, Sam inched forward to close the gap between you until you felt his soft lips meshing with yours in a slow, tender kiss.

"Whoa," you whispered after you and Sam broke apart from the kiss. "So that's how best friends kiss after a near-death experience with a demon?" you asked.

Sam chuckled lightly. "I don't know about that, but it's my way of showing you that I consider you as more than my best friend. I-I'm in love with you. Your smile, your laugh, everything. I could lose myself for hours in your expressive eyes. I want to run my fingers through your soft, silky hair. And my lips are itching to not only kiss your lips, but any other part of your bare skin that presents itself," he finished softly.

"Oh. Well, you certainly have made a compelling case. Only this time, I'm in complete agreement with you. I'm in love with you, too, Sam. Your intelligence, your compassion, how I know I can tell you anything and you won't judge me. Your strong arms that I know will keep me safe and comfort me when I need it. And those lips of yours sure do talk a good game. I, for one, cannot wait to feel their magic wherever they may travel over me," you responded.

It took all of about three seconds before you dove towards each other and your lips crashed together in passion-filled kiss. Sam's tongue darted out, intending to break the seal on your mouth, and you gladly granted him access with a smile. As quickly as the kiss started, you slowed down and took your time to taste and explore each other's mouth. A tiny moan escaped your lips, which seemed to re-ignite the fire within Sam, causing him to pick up the pace again.

When the need to breathe became too great, you broke apart, both of you panting heavily. "Wow, Sam, you're amazing," you remarked.

"Baby, you're the amazing one. I wasn't sure how much longer I would've been able to keep my feelings for you hidden away," Sam replied. "I love you so much," he declared.

"You know, I think I fell in love with you right after we met, after that shifter case?" you asked, to which he nodded. "At first I thought it was some sort of 'hero worship', because you rescued me and took such good care of me afterwards. But I can't deny it anymore. I love you too, Sam," you replied.

From the doorway, you heard the sound of someone clearing his throat. You both looked over to see Dean standing there, that know-it-all smirk back on his face. "It's about time you two confessed your feelings. I didn't know how much longer I was going to be able to stand watching you dance around each other," he grinned.

On the way home, Sam sat in the backseat of the Impala with you. His body was wedged into a corner, his back to the passenger-side door. Then his left leg was stretched out across the length of the bench seat. You sat in front of Sam, your back against his chest and his arms around you.

With the purr of the engine rumbling down the highway, you relaxed against each other. Dean turned around at one point to see that you had fallen asleep in each others' arms. He was happy for you and his brother. "Nerd love," he remarked affectionately, shaking his head.

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rikerxworf · 5 years ago

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☆. Meta: Frame of Mind ⭒*

Despite it being quite dark in its tone and themes, I felt like writing about this episode, s6e21. It has some very nice Worfriker moments that say a lot about their canon relationship. In fact, I’d argue that if you put on your shipping goggles, it’s one of their ‘shippiest’ episodes (´ ᵕ ` *)

! Trigger warnings for abusive treatments of mental illness, and violence !

Plot summary: For one of Beverly’s plays, Will rehearses the role of a mentally ill character in an asylum. He’s afraid of screwing up but tries rather eagerly to nail his dialogue. Meanwhile, Picard wants him to find a lost Federation science team on an anarchistic alien planet, and Will gets briefed on the undercover mission by Worf, who seems downright anxious to secure Will’s safety during the operation. Unintendedly, he cuts Will with a knife.

Will slowly grows more paranoid and restless, and eventually finds himself trapped in the alien asylum from the play, where the doctors say that he was a killer and was having hallucinations about a Starship. Will agrees to let himself be treated with ‘reflection therapy’, where it turns out that Picard, Troi and Worf each represent a part of his personality. Attempts by the Enterprise crew wanting to rescue Will fall flat because by now, he is convinced that he’s imagining all of this and really ‘insane’.

He finally escapes the illusion on his own, waking in an alien lab, and manages to reach the communicator Worf gave him to have the Enterprise beam him up to safety – turns out he had been abducted during his mission and experimented on. The pain and images he saw were his mind trying to keep him same, Troi explains. In the end, Will clears the stage for the play with his bare hands because he could not sleep knowing it was still up.

Despite Will being such a humorous character, his character episodes can be really dark, and “Frame of Mind” is surely one of TNG’s darkest episodes overall. However, there are really sweet strands drawn throughout it, namely Will’s connection to his fellow crewmates. And Worf’s is the most interesting one to me, so it will be the focus of my text *:･ﾟ✧

Which brings me to my first point – we don’t see the real Worf in this episode at all. Everything before the lab scene takes place entirely in Will’s head as he’s being experimented on for strategic information that’s being pulled directly from his brain, so much so that he’s close to ‘becoming insane’. In retrospect, this is really important for the interpretation of the previous scenes, because at the end of the episode, Deanna explains that

“Your mind must have created a defense mechanism that helped you resist the neurosomatic process. Your unconscious fastened on to elements of your real life in an attempt to keep you grounded, to keep you sane.”

So, everything we see is not a one-to-one reliving of Will’s memories, but rather an idealized version that his mind fabricated to “keep him grounded” and comforted, I might add. Deanna talking to Will in Ten Forward, Beverly caring for his mental health, Data complementing him on his performance – those are all very comforting experiences for Will.

And oh, not to mention – the mission briefing scene alone with Worf. Oh, Lord, this scene. It serves as clever foreshadowing AND plays like textbook fanfic to be honest, and I mean that in a thoroughly good way: flirty Will, grumpy Worf, irritated Will, flustered Worf.

When I first watched it, I was super taken aback by how extremely protective Worf was about Will. When Will keeps making nonchalant comments throughout the briefing, Worf reacts in strong disapproval, saying

“I suggest you pay closer attention, Commander. Your life will be at stake. Do you understand what I am saying?”

Like, chill dude sdfjskdsk – That was my initial reaction! Will’s comments were in good will after all. At first, he says “That’s a lot of land for one man to cover. I guess I’d better pack an extra pair of boots” with a small smile, and Worf just… sighs sdfjskdsk. (On a sidenote, I discovered the American expression ‘knocking boots’ through Star Trek, and now every time I hear it the word ‘boots’ I remember it, which is not very helpful if it’s accompanied by William T. Riker’s smile toward Worf).

Afterwards, Worf shows Will the alien outfit that he will use for his alien disguise, and hands him the communicator, hid in a pendant. And Will literally goes, “Hmmm doesn't really match the outfit”, after which Worf suggests he’d pay “closer attention” because “his life will be at stake”, making Will straighten up to say “I do [understand what you’re saying]”.

It’s… a lot. But we’re not done yet, because Worf continues by showing Will the nisroh, the knife used for the traditional bartering ceremony that will complete Will’s disguise. It’s a very pretty looking knife, and Worf seemingly takes a lot of delight in showing Will how to move it. It’s… really cute, actually.

But then he cuts Will, and needless to say, when I first saw it I thought, man, the budget can not possibly be this low. Because it doesn’t look like a cut from a knife at all! It’s just a round wound on his temple, like a circle. And also – Jonathan Frakes’ acting isn’t that fucking bad. William looks absolutely horrified by what just happened; the look in his eyes is so uneasy that it left me really perplexed. Of course, everything clears up as we near the episode’s end: The wound never was Will getting cut by Worf’s knife, it was the circular plug the aliens used to extract information from his brain. And the horrified look was probably coupled to the immense pain Will felt from the extraction and the feeling that something wasn’t right.

Which is super intriguing, because the pain from the knife is eventually what drives him back to his former self, out of the circle of delusions, but more on that later. I want to close on the briefing scene by calling to everyone’s attention Worf’s cute reaction to the ‘cut’: he looks DEVASTATED sjdfksk

The gasp, the flustered and breathy way he apologizes, plus Will cutting him off by saying “it’s okay” – I love it, what can I say. I love it even more when I imagine that, in the real briefing, Worf never cut Will, and this situation only occurred in his mind to “keep him grounded”. It’s… a lot, as I said. Especially considering that “a Klingon who had cut me with a knife” is one of the first things Will remembers in the asylum.

The asylum scenes have been pure terror to me, in a very horror film kind of way. When Will gets trapped there first, it’s bad, apart from a few things he remembers (like Worf). But when he returns there, running across the Enterprise’s corridors, terrified, thinking he had returned safely to his quarters but actually finding himself in the ward yet again – poor Will screams “No!” and “Let me out of here!”, which would have been a perfectly okay time to cut to black. But they didn’t.

To break everyone’s heart, they showed him sinking down against the door, quietly crying “Help me”, which… don’t worry, we’ll come back to. “Help” is an important word in this script.

Earlier in the asylum, the alien doctor explains to Will why he is here. He is accused of having murdered someone and behaving extremely violent, as one of the alien guards explains:

“I remember when they brought you in. You were struggling, screaming. We could barely hold you down. In fact, just getting the blood off your hands took over an hour.”

I’ll get back to this description later. It is also mentioned that Will murdered the person with a knife, stabbing them “nine times”. We later learn that was Will fighting his abductors with the nisroh Worf had given him.

Let’s go to another important scene, the ‘reflection therapy’. The alien doctor scans Will’s head with a device that projects different aspects of Will’s mind as holographic images that, in Will’s case, take the form of his Enterprise colleagues.

When the doctor asks Will to describe his feelings during the murder – in reality: the abduction, but Will doesn’t know that at this point – Deanna materializes and says she (Will) was “terrified”. The doctor explains to Will that Deanna represents the part of his mind dealing with “feelings”. And when he asks about “actions”, an image of Worf appears, and the first thing he says is that he (Will) was “angry”. Worf representing Will’s actions is interesting if you recall how much of a fight Will had put up when he was to be brought to the asylum, struggling and screaming.

The third image of his mind, Picard, represents some sort of rational thinking.

Soon, the reflection of feelings says, “Don’t believe this, Will. None of it’s real”, with the Picard reflection adding, “You can trust us. Everything will be all right”. Will calls them delusions when the doctors asks him if he had something to say to those comments. And then Worf goes,

“Do not listen to him, Commander. He is trying to trick you. You are in danger here.”

Notice how Worf keeps telling Will that he is not safe now. He said it before during the briefing, he says it now, and he will say it again when he and Data try to save Will. Which kind of has me wondering – does Worf really ‘just’ represent Will’s actions? It sounds to me as though he’s the part of Will’s mind that grants him safety and protection, but hey that’s just me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also, the quote from above is not all the reflection says. After a brief cut to Will, there’s a close-up of Worf, saying

BOOM. For those unaware, these words are special in Trek. See, in the brilliant TOS episode “The City on the Edge of Forever”, James Kirk explains that “a famous novelist” wrote a classic in which they recommended the words “let me help” even over “I love you”, which kind of made these words carry a special meaning among Trekkies. (It also didn’t help that Spock said them to Kirk in the very next fucking episode, followed by Kirk proclaiming “I need you, Spock”. It’s a lot.)

One could argue that Worf’s reflection doesn’t explicitly say “let me help” but “let us help you”. But what difference does it make, really? It’s not Worf saying these words, it’s a reflection of the part of Will’s mind that is represented by Worf. In this context, I wouldn’t give the pronouns too much emphasis. Basically, it’s Will’s need of safety telling him that he is loved and not alone. It’s honestly very touching (´ ᵕ ` *)

However, after talking to him more and more, Will does not want to see these reflections anymore. He chases them away with a loud “no”, clearly distraught by what he just saw.

In the night following the ‘reflection therapy’, Will is woken by Data and Worf breaking into his ward to help him escape to the common area, where they have placed transporter pattern enhancers to beam him back to the Enterprise. Remember, none of this really happens, it’s all Will’s mind trying to “keep him grounded”. Worf says, “You must come with us, you are in danger here”, which, as I pointed out before, makes him sound like he is Will’s sense of protection or something.

However, Will does not want to go with them, because he still believes the Enterprise crew are delusions of his ill mind. Again, he loudly cries “Help me!” (notice a pattern here?), which makes two guards appear. They are quickly overtaken by Data and Worf, who still fight for Will even though he had turned his back on them. They then proceed to beam up to the Enterprise. I kind of think they chose these two characters as the rescuers because they were the only ones strong enough to hold William T. Riker in case he protested, which he did. However, only Worf is present in the next scene, sickbay, while Data is gone.

Beverly examines Will and treats the round wound on his temple – somehow, it had reappeared. Knowing that it’s the plug connected to real-life Will on the lab table, things now get interesting: The wound closes and reopens instantly. Will notices this illogic, and the pain keeps resurfacing as Worf and Picard explain that Will has been abducted on his undercover mission. The same wound Will thought had been inflicted on him by Worf and the knife. Exclaiming “This isn’t real!”, he knocks Worf out, takes his phaser and shots himself – because the phaser isn’t real, right?

On the next level of delusion, with the doctors and guard gaslighting Will, the pain on his temple resurfaces again, and again on the third level of delusion when he’s told to “stop fighting”. I’m sorry, but that’s a very clear line here: The pain that Will thought had been given to him by Worf (i.e. his “actions” / his ‘need for safety’) is what keeps him on the right track, namely that none of this is real.

When he’s about to give up, wearily asking “What’s happening to me…?”, the alien doctor tells him, “Listen to me. We can still save you, but you must stop fighting us”, followed by Will gasping in pain and declaring that he’s being lied to because the pain is still there.

And boy, now the ASSHOLE ALIEN DOCTOR says to him “let me help you”, which makes Will go feral. He screams and fights the doctor and the stage set, finally making him wake in-real-life, on a lab table with a cable plugged into his temple, where the wound had been all along.

I’m… Okay, listen. Even if you deny the subtext of a Worf-reflection saying “let us help you”, the contrast to the villain saying “let me help you” and Will’s reaction to it speak for themselves. He had wanted help throughout this episode. Being offered it by his friends made him speechless, but being offered it by the one who abused him all this time is what agitates Will so much that he returns to reality. I know the script was kind of last-minute, but parallels like this must be intentional.

So, now Will is finally back in reality, for the first time in this episode. He looks around and finds the equipment he’s been given by Worf before the mission and manages to reach it before the scientists can get a hold of him. He activates the pendant’s communicator and is answered by – Worf. Who proceeds to beam him up. This is the only time ‘real Worf’ is in this episode, and it’s only his voice. But boy, after going through so much bullshit, can you imagine what Will must feel like hearing this voice? Oh, I know: safe. It’s another point in the theme of ‘protectiveness’ that Will and Worf have going on in this episode.

Also, do you notice how Will takes the knife in his left hand and the pendant in his right? I don’t know if he’s supposed to be left-handed, because unless he is, holding a knife in your weak hand isn’t that much of a fighting advantage. But Will still goes for the pendant first, to call Worf who gave him the communicator in the first place. Plus the alien doctor watches the nisroh with such fear it’s an actual delight shdfjksk

The nisroh as a symbol is so intriguing. It’s not what gets Will into all of this, like we first think when Worf injures Will with it. It’s the thing that he uses to fight his abductors and that ultimately gets him out of there. The resurfacing pain it inflicted (in Will’s mind, that is) and the threatening gesture help Will return to the real Enterprise, where he dismantles the stage ward with such violence it really makes you think about all the times he tried to escape the ward by pushing away its walls.

So, yeah, that’s my take on “Frame of Mind”! There are really nice and sweet moments in this otherwise rather disturbing episode, for example ‘Worf’ saying “let us help you” in that firm voice of his (´ ∀ ` *)

More than that though, I think this story is very intimate because 95% of it take place in Will’s head. His subconscious, as Deanna explains it, argues that he and Worf are ultimately connected by protectiveness. Either that, or Will just likes to think of Worf as someone who worries a lot about him lol. It’s Worf who keeps warning him of danger, making him fight and ultimately making him return to safety. That even extends keeping him “grounded” and “sane” if you ask me.

Thank you for reading this spontaneous outpouring haha! Please tell me your thoughts about it, or other episodes you find interesting! ♡

#this got... long wow sdhfjksdsk #text post #stills #ep. frame of mind #let me help #riker x worf #*#i am never allowed to make *in this essay i will* jokes ever again

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samclownchester · 5 years ago

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Supernatural Rewatch 01x06

Skin

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So we start out with Sam and Dean talking about Sam’s attempts at maintaining contact with his college friends.

Dean: So you lie to them? Sam: No, I just don’t tell them everything Dean: Yeah, that’s called lying.

Interesting … considering how Dean reacts to being lied to in later seasons, it is interesting to note that he kind of has this black and white view of it while Sam is more comfortable telling people what they are comfortable hearing (look back at 01x01 and their different reactions to their dad letting them know about monsters at a very early age) Dean doesn’t like half-truths, even for other’s protections. (Not that he never lies throughout the series, this is another good idea for analysis)

Sam: So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life? You’re serious? Dean: Look it sucks but, a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period.

This episode we get to see more of Sam’s focus on people he cares about.

Did Sam really just ask his friend Becky to make them sandwiches?? Wow. (I know that this was to get her out of the room, but this was before “make me a sandwich” became such a big meme. It’s extra funny that they do it again in season 15 (When Deans asks the woman to leave so he can confront the Djinn) but they’re much more self-aware about it)

Dean: “One thing I learned from Dad, not matter what kind of shapeshifter it is, there is one sure way to kill it”

Sam: “silver bullet to the heart”

So they have dealt with Shapeshifters before, or at least Dean has. But maybe it was a different kind? One that didn’t shed the way this one does?

Dean: I hate to say it, but this is exactly what I’m talking about. You lie to your friends because if they knew the real you, they’d be freaked.

(file under – the queer coding of Sam Winchester)

Ok, I don’t know how much we can rely on the Shifter’s words about how Dean feels but, assuming we can;

Shifter!Dean: You got to go to college … I had to stay home with Dad, you don’t think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me, where the hell where you? … deep down, I’m just jealous. You got friends; you could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak, and sooner or later everybody’s gonna leave me. … You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me too and he left me too. No explanation, nothing just – left me with your sorry ass.

So, this tells us that Dean did have dreams of his own, that he’s thought about a life away from hunting (contrary to what he tells Lilith in Season 15). It’s also interesting because we usually see the word “freak” applied to Sam, when he realizes he’s psychic, when he gets addicted to demon blood, later when he is defending Jack. But here we see that Dean feels like a freak in his own way. He knows that he can never have a normal life, never be seen as normal by other people, so he doesn’t even try. Sam tries to have friends, tries to give them the portions of himself that they can handle, but Dean knows nobody in the normal world will be able to understand him – how he grew up, what he’s been through – so he doesn’t let anyone get too close.

In 15x07 we learn that Dean did have friends in his 20’s. Hunter friends, but still friends. He hunted with Lee while Sam was in college. So why do we never hear about him? Why doesn’t Dean call him up sometimes, or fondly remember him? (well, realistically because the writers didn’t invent Lee until they wrote season 15) But, there’s a canon reason too. Dean mentions that he thought Lee had died by the time he sees him in 2020. He obviously cared about Lee, enjoyed spending time with him, but he didn’t make the effort to stay in contact, to find out if his friend had lived or died, most likely because he was afraid of losing him. It’s easier to walk away from people than have them walk away from you. In this episode (1x06) we see Dean chooses to stay disconnected from people around him.

Sam needs people, so he adjusts himself to their expectations and their comfort, but Dean would rather have no connection than a partial one, or one that will inevitably end in hurt.

“you mean like a Vulcan mind meld?” (Ok, so Dean canonically watched Star Trek, at least enough to immediately think of this reference. good to know. For reasons) “maybe he needs to keep us alive, for the psychic connection” (Ok, maybe never mind about the shapeshifter in season 13, I don’t know if she would be able to get the thoughts of the deceased loved ones. )

“maybe this thing was born human but was different. Hideous and hated. Until he learned to become someone else.”

Ok, so this line is said by the shifter, as Dean, about the shifter, but I want to talk about how it applies to Sam. Sam Winchester is born human, but he has demon blood. We learn in season 8 that, although he didn’t know about the demon blood or about his psychic abilities until his 20’s, as a child he felt that he was “not clean.” Not only is raised to fight and kill monsters, very unlike a normal kid, he also has this intrinsic sense of … wrongness. Additionally, he has never been encouraged by his father to be himself or to pursue his own interests. He likely doesn’t believe that anything about who he is is good or worth anything. So, he learns to be something else. He goes to college and tries to leave his entire life behind him. He doesn’t open up about his real life to anyone, not even his girlfriend. He tries to adapt. Fit in, even though he doesn’t fit. Then he goes hunting with Dean, but he won’t tell Dean about his visions, he doesn’t open up to him. He dutifully plays the role of little brother, and hides anything that could cause Dean worry or pain. We see this repeat throughout the seasons, Sam adapting, tucking away parts of himself, letting go of his opinions, his views on things, letting Dean be right. The one time when he doesn’t do this is with Jack. He sees himself in Jack, a scared little boy who is so afraid of being evil, and he can’t watch what happened to him happen to somebody else. He has to step in, speak up on Jack’s behalf. He CAN’T tuck his feelings away this time, because it’s not himself on the line. He doesn’t often stand up for himself, but he will stand up for other people.

Shifter: All alone, close to no one. All he wants is somebody to love him. He’s like me

Rebecca’s eyes: *THE F*** IS THIS GUY SERIOUS*

SAME Rebecca SAME

EUGH I forgot how gross shifting was.

Ok, well Dean is officially a wanted man. Wow, to go from a few torture/murders to attempting to assassinate the president. He really has beefed up his resume.

The Samulet!! Weird that the shifter took that from Dean and wasn’t able to replicate it … O.O That’s such a good little detail to let us know that it’s important.

Oh, so now Rebecca knows the truth about Sam.

Rebecca: “Will you call us sometime?” Sam: “It might not be for a little while.”

(and she was never heard from again … I imagine because Sam started to realize that Dean was right. It’s easier to stay away from connections. This is also probably a part of his growing guilt, and fear that anyone close to him will be hurt. It is interesting to think … now that she knows the truth and the fake version of him no longer exists in her mind, he doesn’t try to maintain the relationship?)

DEAN: Sorry, man.

SAM: About what?

DEAN: I really wish things could be different, you know? I wish you could just be….Joe College.

SAM: No, that’s okay. You know, the truth is, even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in.

DEAN: Well, that’s ‘cause you’re a freak.

SAM: Yeah, thanks.

DEAN: Well, I’m a freak, too. I’m right there with ya, all the way. (SAM laughs.)

SAM: Yeah, I know you are.

I know Dean means this as a playful joke, but it’s the first time we see Sam being referred to as “a freak” which will occur much more after this.

#supernatural #supernatural rewatch #01x06 #1x06 #1x6 #skin #shapshifter #dean winchester #sam winchester #character analysis #sam is a freak #I love him so much someone protect him

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goodticklebrain · 6 years ago

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Q&A August: Austin Tichenor of the Reduced Shakespeare Company

They say you should never meet your heroes, but obviously “they” were never enlightened enough to consider Austin Tichenor of the Reduced Shakespeare Company a hero. Like many Shakespeare geeks, I was exposed to Reduced Shakespeare Company’s performance of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (abridged) at an impressionable young age. Once the DVD came out, I watched it over and over again, soaking up the irreverence and affection for Shakespeare like a sponge. It never occurred to me that I would one day meet the curly-haired pompous idiot in the black pants whose antics had entertained me so much, let alone be lucky enough to call him a friend, but that’s exactly what has happened.

I first met Austin (after exchanging mutually admiring tweets with him) in April of 2016, during their world premiere of William Shakespeare’s Long Lost First Play (abridged) at the Folger Library. I was prepared to be utterly starstruck, but Austin was so wonderfully down-to-earth that within minutes I felt like I’d known him forever. Totally lacking the pomposity and idiocy of his stage persona, Austin was overwhelmingly encouraging and supportive of my work, immediately welcoming me to play with him in the Shakespeare comedy sandbox. I had literally just started working full-time on Good Tickle Brain, so his enthusiasm meant the world to me.

I could gush about Austin for many more paragraphs, but I’m sure you’d rather hear from him, so here he is, my Comedy Fairy Godfather, in his own words!

1. Who are you? Why Shakespeare?

I’m Austin Tichenor, a playwright, director, and actor. I'm the co-artistic director of the Reduced Shakespeare Company, a three-person comic theatre troupe that reduces long serious topics into short silly comedies.

My first exposure to Shakespeare was undoubtedly in the original series of Star Trek! I read Shakespeare in high school English classes and got to see fantastic productions of Shakespeare at American Conservatory Theatre in San Francisco and the Berkeley Reprtory Theatre, but I didn’t get to actually WORK on Shakespeare until grad school where I both played Claudius in a production of Hamlet and reduced my first Shakespeare (it was a directorial exercise: a five minute reduction of Much Ado About Nothing). My first professional theatre job was creating plays for young people so I went to Shakespeare immediately, creating 45 minute cuttings of Much Ado, Midsummer, and The Tempest.

So the opportunity to join the RSC in 1992 and perform its signature work The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (abridged) (written by the RSC’s founders) in London’s West End for eight months combined all my theatrical loves: smart silly comedy, non-realistic theatricality, and Shakespeare — which is kinda redundant, now that I think about it

2. What moment(s) in Shakespeare always make you laugh?

My favorite moments are typically when characters make incredible discoveries about themselves, and these are usually comic. Malvolio’s “I am…happy!” Terrible actor Francis Flute fully committing to the moment on “Dead, my dove?” Benedick’s “There’s a double meaning in that.” Hamlet toying with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, or telling Claudius he “shall nose” the dead Polonius as he goes upstairs. Olivia’s “Most wonderful!” when the penny drops and she realizes “Cesario” is actually Viola (and Sebastian’s twin).

3. What's a favorite Shakespearean performance anecdote?

I have two!

1) We were performing William Shakespeare’s Long Lost First Play (abridged) for the Shakespeare Theatre Association conference — the savviest and most knowledgeable group of people I’ll probably ever perform for, ever. I was playing Richard III and limping downstage to say my first line, one of the most famous first lines in all of Shakespeare. But I was distracted because I saw there were people sitting on the sides and I didn’t want to limp too far downstage for them to see — and in my distraction I said, “Now is the moment of our...” As soon as the word was out of my mouth, I knew I’d blown the line (it’s supposed to be “Now is the winter of our discontent”) and I knew I couldn’t pretend that it hadn’t happened; not in front of that crowd, not in our style of show. So I quite audibly said, “Oh f&$# me,” and limped back offstage to come in again. This time I said the line right and emphasized the first word: “Now is the winter of our discontent!” It brought down the house and everyone asked whether I’d planned it. Sigh…no, I hadn’t.

Mya interjects: I was in the house for this performance and this moment remains one of the highlights of my theatre-going career. What Austin neglects to mention here is that Reed, who had been left alone onstage after Austin had retreated, went over to the wings as if to confer with Austin, and said, sotto voce, “No, I don’t think anybody noticed.”

2) We were performing The Complete Works on a stage that had a little runway that circled the orchestra pit. In one of the scenes, Adam Long (one of the RSC’s founding members) decided to hop over the pit, from the stage to the runway, and he ended breaking the runway floor and falling through the boards. Thankfully uninjured, and delighted that he had this opportunity, he immediately uttered the immortal words, “Don’t worry, it’s just a stage I’m going through."

4. What's one of the more unusual Shakespearean interpretations you've either seen or would like to see?

I’m glad that nowhere in here have you asked what my favorite play is. I don’t have favorite Shakespeare plays, but I do have favorite productions. Here are two:

1) The Folger Theatre at the Folger Shakespeare Library in Washington DC’s production of Love’s Labor’s Lost was delightful from start to finish: Incredibly smart, wildly funny, and wonderfully charming. The director and her team made the King’s desire for “a little academe” quite literal by re-creating the Folger Library’s handsome reading room onstage. (I wrote about this terrific production here.)

2) The Chicago Shakespeare Company production of The Tempest, co-directed by Aaron Posner and the magician Teller, turned Prospero into an actual wizard and filled the production with literal magic. (There must have been magic in Shakespeare’s original production as the First Folio has a stage direction that mentions that characters disappear by means of “a quaint device”. Teller filled his production with many quaint magic tricks and devices!) With music by Tom Waits and great comedy from its clowns, it was the most entertaining and completely realized production of The Tempest I've ever seen.

Favorite moments?

When Henry IV (Jeremy Irons) slaps his snotty son Prince Hal (Tom Hiddleston) in The Hollow Crown adaptation of Henry IV, Part 1 taking him (and the audience) by total surprise.

When Francis Flute’s (Sam Rockwell) emotions bubble to the surface unexpectedly in the ridiculous “Pyramus and Thisbe” in the film version of Midsummer.

When Juliet (Claire Danes) stirs and almost wakes up in time to prevent Romeo (Leonardo DiCaprio) from killing himself in Baz Lurhmann’s Romeo + Juliet.

When Antigonus (Gregory Linington) distracted the Bear, dooming himself but preventing the death of Perdita, in the Goodman Theatre production of one of my least favorite plays The Winter’s Tale.

5. What's one of your favorite Shakespearean "hidden gems”?

The hidden gem of Shakespeare is actually right out in the open: He’s written incredibly theatrical plays, filled with rich and elusive characters that still fascinate us 400 years later, and even the most serious of his plays (including his Histories and especially his Tragedies) contain more comedy than is generally realized (or pulled off). Shakespeare was a showman whose livelihood depended on entertaining his audiences, so he created plays filled with music, devices, comic bits, fascinating characters, time jumps, changing perspectives, and shifting tones that are always serious (especially his Comedies) but never solemn.

(You don’t ask what my Shakespearean pet peeve but here it is: Productions that lack urgency and ignore the above, as in: Comedies that are beautiful-looking and melancholy but not funny. Histories that ignore the comic chaos that Shakespeare layers in. Tragedies that are one-note, over-the-top, and not in any way believable. Romances that equate pastoral with languid and not compelling. Argh.)

6. What passages from Shakespeare have stayed with you?

Oh so many...

Beatrice’s “Kill Claudio,” which comes seemingly out of the blue and yet is so right.

Falstaff’s honor speech, when done right, in front of a live audience.

And I find Miranda’s “O brave new world that hath such people in’t” just incredibly moving. (I’m always moved by Joy. Tragedy can suck it.)

Mya interjects: “Tragedy can suck it” might be my new personal motto now. Thanks, Austin.

7. What Shakespeare plays have changed for you?

Henry VI, Part 1. Reading it again recently, I was struck by the level of chaos Shakespeare depicts in a kingdom struggling without a ruler. It’s almost like Monty Python meets Veep: Sentences can’t get finished because people are running in and out, declaring “I’m in charge! I’m in charge!” with grand impotence. Of course Shakespeare would write it like that: He needed to entertain his audience, who were probably also nervous about their aging queen who had yet to declare a successor. Shakespeare created a chaotic warning that England shouldn’t descend into that kind of comically dangerous madness again — a warning that wasn’t really heeded, unfortunately.

8. What Shakespearean character or characters do you identify the most with?

Having played so many of them (albeit in reduced forms), that’s a tough call. But because I’m also an actor and a playwright, the ones I probably identify with the most are Shakespeare's seemingly autobiographical ones: Peter Quince, the only (I think) actor-playwright in the canon. Hamlet, the Danish prince with surprisingly strong opinions about theatre’s power and how certain speeches should be played (and how annoying comedians can be). Benedick, who struggles with his writing so comically. Suffolk, who in Henry VI, Part 1 declares, “I’ll call for pen and ink and write my mind.” And Bottom, of course, who thinks he can play anything.

Mya interjects: PETER QUINCES OF THE WORLD, UNITE!

9. Where can we find out more about you? Are there any projects/events you would like us to check out?

I’ve spent the last several years doing incredibly deep dives into Shakespeare, across many media:

My RSC partner Reed Martin and I wrote Pop-Up Shakespeare, an incredibly fun (and useful) introduction to the Bard’s life and works with beautiful, amazing, and funny illustrations by Jennie Maizels.

I contribute monthly essays about the intersection between Shakespeare and popular culture for the Folger Shakespeare Library’s Shakespeare & Beyond blog.

My weekly podcast (now in its 13th year) is a backstage glimpse into the life and works of the Reduced Shakespeare Company, featuring interviews with our many comedian, actor, playwright, author, director, composer, dramaturg, and artist friends and many many deep dives into matters Shakespearean.

Reed and I also wrote the definitive irreverent reference book, Reduced Shakespeare: The Complete Guide for the Attention-Impaired (abridged), which is still inexplicably in print (perhaps cuz it’s definitive).

We also wrote the stage play William Shakespeare’s Long Lost First Play (abridged) (“An absolute resolute hoot of a bawdy comedy of errors!” Broadway World), which premiered at the Folger Theatre in 2016, has toured the US and the UK, and is available for licensing via Broadway Play Publishing.

And in November 2019, the RSC will perform the international premiere in Israel of our brand new script Hamlet’s Big Adventure (a prequel) — what would happen if Tom Stoppard wrote Muppet Babies. It’s the comedy of the Prince of Denmark!

If after reading all this, for some insane reason you still want to get in touch, come find me here on Twitter. I think Mya will agree that it’s a much more civilized and fun place than its reputation suggests.

(Back to Mya) Thanks so much to Austin for taking the time to answer my questions! If you want to HEAR us actually talking to each other check out:

Reduced Shakespeare Co. Podcast #493

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Q&A August continues next week with two phenomenal women who are using Shakespeare to build the most amazing things.

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65: Sept. 20

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON HAVE AN AWESOME WEEKEND 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

MM Anon

MM ANON … it’s a bird’ it’s a private plane ‘ it’s an Archificial!!!!!…… Canada why?…… three weddings and a numeral …… an unnecessary company …… not buying the lying ……” Rome , Bloody Rome!!”…………” one makes ones bed Philip”…… tabloids ‘ mud sticks, it’s official!!…… hated ‘ not rated …… This spotty leopard is def!! …… “ To boldly go……… “

it’s a bird’ it’s a private plane ‘ it’s an Archificial!!!!!

It’s Superman!!! Was the original third part. The ever elusive doll baby with magic powers to change size, hair colour, eyes, eyelashes etc etc all while wearing a Christening gown🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 Again MM ANON are you confirming this? Private planes have been used because as we all know, there is no baby in her care, it’s always been a doll, and/or actors getting on/off private planes and or going to their local. For some reason EJ and ED are lying! Allegedly.

Canada why?

Canada Dry🤣🤣🤣😂😂MM ANON are you teasing me because l didn’t know that rare song🤣🤣😂😂? Seriously, l wonder if this is about Cameron Ortis and enquiring why Canada’s issue occurred and who was given what information.

three weddings and a numeral

Movie Three Weddings and a Funeral. Interestingly the write Richard Curtis is working with Catherine DOC , a new mental health initiative. It was in the paper the other day, if l recall there was a suicide he experienced, sibling? I cannot recall exactly. So Three weddings and a numeral. Let’s review what a numeral is, its a figure, symbol, or group of these denoting a number. MM ANON are you affirming something for us? Oh pretty please!!

Madam alleged annulled 1st marriage, divorced second and PH was the golden door number three, let’s make a deal, who remembers that game show? Does numeral represent a part of the law which denotes annulment and was it done legally? We know the divorce was legal because TE has remarried or is engaged. Oh my stars, are we getting affirmation?l have said awhile now why did PH hold the book when he was ‘signing’ the register after the wedding ceremony, he held the book so the camera couldn’t see it. Oh this clue has me buzzing! I know it’s can’t be III. Roman numeral three for three weddings they have attended as a married couple, the horrible blue and white dress, Princess Eugenie and Jack B and now MN?

an unnecessary company

Is this the Sussex Foundation? They could have worked as a team with the Cambridges but her jealousy and craving of $$$$$££££££££€€€€€ far supersedes any philanthropic or truly real humanitarianism.

not buying the lying

No one is believing anything she says or does except sugars and celebrities who share management or SS PR.

” Rome , Bloody Rome!!”

Again PP, disgust continues to rile his anger. Raging at yet another trip, how many flights is this now in six weeks or so? If they are all true it must be close to ten. He is a strong man, served his country for decade upon decade, to see this madam, l cannot imagine his blood pressure!

” one makes ones bed Philip”

HMTQ and PP , or maybe LG, the phrase you made your bed, now lie on it. This means your life choices have consequences and you have to deal with them The speaking if first person here, in a manner, leads me to believe this is HMTQ talking to her husband and the incredible burden of a booty call turning into this horrendous mess and PH playing his role, in his due to HMTQ, his grandmother is him having to deal with his poor choice. We still love and pray for him, as do his family. It must be desperately hard to watch him , but it will all be worth it, once justice is served, and make no mistake, it may not be tomorrow or next week, it will come! My word for madam, she will not understand this but Ask not for whom the bell tolls, for it tolls for the.

tabloids ‘ mud sticks, it’s official!!

Monster Meghan nanny tells all, TMZ shows fake photos of pub visit days and days after it allegedly happened, the pub owners denied they were there, the meta data on the photo said it was taken September 17,2019. More and more in the tabloids both paper and online tabloids, the truth is coming out and people are believing it more and more thus the term the mud sticks. MM ANON, the other riddle you used ‘ stick and stones’may break my bones, but names will never hurt me. I added the rest, after the part she mentioned. So in this case, the ‘names’ which in fact is truth are most definitely hurting her already bad reputation. Way to go SS!! You’re really earning your $$$$£££££€€€€! NOT !😂😂😂😂🤣

hated ‘ not rated

If one goes by social media et al, she doesn’t rate as a royal, but oh my the level of absolute disgust, anger, has built into hatred. Rightfully so, she blew in, rather flew in on her 🧹, paid backers. Manipulated a marriage, a ‘fauxmegnancy’, wastage of money on an epic scale, disrespecting the British and Commonwealth every step of the way. Trying to Americanize the Royal family and the biggest of all is the complete vile disrespect to HMTQ. To me, all the misdeeds, ? maybe illegal, those are all left for LG to manage. The thing of HMTQ at this stage of her Reign and her life, to be so utterly disrespected, repeatedly is utter gall. Yet another major reason she is hated so much by so many!

This spotty leopard is def!!

Def Leopard…awesome band and takes me back to hockey games music and after parties. She is def, not physically def,but tone def in an abstract meaning. She doesn’t accept any opinion except her own. Any questions she immediately cries troll, racist, hater, a plethora of descriptors. I still cannot believe all the time twitter was going last night either in Italy or as leaving to go there. Who cares if l or others misread the riddle. I am not embarrassed to acknowledge l misread something! Hey this is for fun, if it angers or irritates someone, perhaps reset this or take a break. In saying that, l work very hard in processing what the options are that a clue may mean and then writing it, in a manner that is as clear and concise as l can do.

“ To boldly go……… “.

To boldly go where no man, since changed to no one , has gone before, from the opening of Star Trek episodes. So madam has boldly gone to Rome sans archficial, and the Africa trip is pending shortly. Wonder why the journalists flight to Capetown has been cancelled?? She sees herself as the worlds answer to anything and l am sure she will display her narcissistic brilliantly while there. Oh this is going to be fun to watch!

As an aside, the HMS PRINCE OF WALES was taken out of drydock in Forsyth, Scotland. Some interiors are still being constructed. This is a massive beast of a sea faring ship. Check it out!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Wow! How do you do this dear PG! You take so little and turn out a masterpiece! So impressive, thank you so much! As always, greatly appreciated! Thank you!😃💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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66: sept. 21

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

MM Anon

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MM ANON …The wedding r/deception … the bigger picture …… easy does it! but do it…… weasel words …… not an option …… a collection of miss-fits…… heads or tails?……… home alone 7…… A sensible emptiness …… “don’t forget to wind the clock”……… no public appearances …… a good WHO-done

The wedding r/deception

So, this variety of people gather for big wedding number two in less than five years for the same bride,,different groom. It looked like a political conference with the level of security and who was there. Why did they attend, as far as l know the paper said they weren’t part of the evening prepared, l didn’t see them there in the photos from that evening. They were at the wedding, why? If you’re all close friends why not go to the fun bit and socialize, have a few drinks and a dance. I’ll tell you why BECAUSE THEYRE NOT A COUPLE THATS TOGETHER, it’s a charade. There must have been some reason they went, especially l enjoyed the cheeky photo of Harry where he SOUGHT out the camera and grinned. That told this girl all l need to know. Something was up, and we may never know what the agenda was but something was up!

the bigger picture

When one says look at the bigger picture here, it means take a step back from your situation, look at pros, cons, what you have invested into the issue and make the best decision that way. Here l think it’s literal, look at the whole picture, who was at that we’d and why. I have no answers but l think that’s one option.

I also think this is PH, going to the wedding was one small part of his time with mm, MM ANON is telling us don’t yippity yap about who was wrong or right about them going to the wedding or not. I admit it freely, l completely misread the clue about the wedding. Am l still lived?🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂💜💜💜💜💜 l hope so😊. Seriously now, look at the big picture who set him up, what’s happened since then and so forth. I feel we need to continue to brain storm and put forth opinions here, this is fascinating and sometimes what we have talked about is in the paper the next day and l think wow! So let’s keep our eye on the prize and on the bigger picture!

easy does it! but do it

Slow progress in extraction from this sordid tale. Many many things have changed and been revealed l he is back to being called PH in the media no more DUKE🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂. There is so much negative PR it’s incredible and SS has only made things worse. So easy do it with the extraction but DO IT ! HMTQ and LG have this. The thing l fear presently is that speech she is going to give shortly after landing.

weasel words

Weasel words are words or statements that are intentionally ambiguous or misleading AKA word salad. That’s how she speaks, gobble de gook , just all kind awesome kind, yet kind but also awesomely kind, but kind of awesome, yet kindly kind. You get it, you know it. As l said , my massive fear is that first speech with the domestic murder rate off the charts, she goes in there yammering like that, there is serious damage that she could do. This is no joke, l worry about this. She on the other hand thinks she’s so awesomely kind that her speeches save the world and just her presence there will make things all better especially if she uses a darker bronzer!

not an option

Giving up is not an option. There were years invested into planning this and years have been invested into investigations. This must be allowed to play on as long as it needs to. They cannot afford to not pull out and follow every piece of yarn they unravel, this is too internationally important to just give up now. The general public is angry both at home and the a Commonwealth, its an incredible game being played but we have God , HMTQ and LG and PW and PH on ours! Let’s remember to keep them in prayer 🙏🏻💜🙏🏻.

a collection of miss-fits

Well l could say the stolen name SmartSets was a collection of things that fit a very select few and a bag, that cost more than the clothes that the fit on was terrible. The trousers she woke had a big bit of extra fabric right in the front lower area yikes! I do think, the almost inbred crew that was at that Italian wedding was a bunch of misfits. I am not judging but my reading tells me, her first marriage took place in Venice and was a massive affair, that marriage didn’t last three yearsish. Here we have a massive affair in Rome, l don’t get this flaunting of wealth. I just do not get it. The guest list, why are the Kushners, be it Jared or Josh always at any event? The connections in that guest list that was posted in the paper again reminded me of a genealogical family tree. This all so bizarre. Has she grafted her way into money as well? They keep saying she’s a fashion designer, l keep myself pretty in the know of stuff like that because it interesting to me. Before mm, l had NEVER heard of mn and her stupid white shirt. That’s her big contribution to fashion a white shirt? Okay then…..moving swiftly along…….

heads or tails?

Flip a coin, choose a side, you win or lose the bet.

home alone 7

Home Alone aaaaahhhhh Kevin!!! Love it, the sequels not the same. Is this now, the trio to Italy, the 7th time archficial has left left alone by his ‘parents’. Well yes l sure Nannyficial has things all in hand, in fact maybe they will Nannyficial to take care of Archficial in SA??

A sensible emptiness

Emptiness can mean a human condition is a sense of generalized boredom, social alienation and apathy, which means a

lack of interest, enthusiasm, or concern.

Sensible can be a statement or course of action chosen bearing in mind wisdom and prudence, and is likely to be of benefit. It can also be something that is practical and functional rather than decorative. Well we know mm is not the latter definition of sensible. So sensible emptiness, PH has made a life changing, mane lives actually, decision that night at soho, and here we are today. I truly believe this description of sensible emptiness could apply to him, HMTQ, those who live both, their families and all of us who are loyal to the Crown and love our royals. We know justice has to be brought to bare or is it bear, you know what l mean. So these feelings we talk about with our 💜🐼💜 and we share here are normal. We need to pray for justice seekers and truth seekers in all forms, they are doing Gods work.

“don’t forget to wind the clock”

Old clocks need winding to keep them running. To wind somebody up means to get them excited in a good or bad way. I think this means quite literal don’t forget to take care of yourself, PH, sleep, exercise, eat well, check your emotions with those you love, do what you need to do to stay fit (and oh is he fit,😁) so as the clock needs to be wound to function well, these things are essential to him being able to function well.

no public appearances

Amw will stay MIA, this is stupid ridiculous, but the lie has to continue. There has to be a reason and we must pray for PH , HMTQ and LG. Especially PH, he will have to maintain his composure. How they are going to keep this lie going l don’t know but l read they are taking 12 staff, that is NOT counting RPOS!!

a good WHO-done it.

This clue has a double meaning. It can mean a really good storyline in a book or film or tv really, that doesn’t tell us straight away who the criminal is but lays clues to figure it out….kinda like your riddles MM ANON. WHO is the World Health Organization. I don’t know if anybody noted the article l put on my blog last night or read it in the paper/saw or heard it on the news, this is a run on sentence for the ages, my goodness! There has been a spate of relationship homicide in SA, with 30 women being murdered in the last month alone. There has been a dramatic rise in statistics of violence. The WHO commenting means this is a severe issue needing addressing! With great dread do l await madams first speech shortly after they land, where she will speak on the topic of violence against women. This is a very dangerous decision with a lot of potential blowback!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Wow! Amazing….so appreciate this dear PG! Things are getting interesting now! Thank you so much!😃💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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67: Sept. 22

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

I have had a massive increase in my sciatic pain, that’s been building since flu last week, today was brutal. But better now so l thought l would give the riddle a go. Please continue praying for me, l really am in need of it. Lots of love and gratitude 💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MM Anon

MM ANON … Azurelee Drive…… “ we are interested” … … between 6 and 10……🎼 California scheming 🎼……((wedding gems…… “ SA ‘just a fuc#@g nuisance”…… “£uck the press, we can do anything I want”…… “ I don’t lie, I embellish”))……” is on our watch list “……… “HEADS ‘ I win”…… a draconian solution … “when The devil drives”. 🎼 “over and over and over again my friend”🎼………(🤫🤫🤭💎💎💎💎👩🏽‍💻👷🏿‍♂️👷🏿‍♂️👷🏿‍♂️👷🏿‍♂️ when in Rome!!!!)

Azurelee Drive

Azure is the bluest of blues it is a gorgeous colour. As l suspected, Azurelee Drive is in Malibu, another clue to reenforce her long term plan is Malibu. Are there any prisons with an ocean view in Malibu? Maybe someone could let me know if there are, l am serious!

“ we are interested”

Again with the first person royal”we”. HMTQ is very interested in what’s going on. I think we are nearing some sort of climax with this trip. I have said this before, l trustmyngut, l have a very strong feeling something is going to happen. Perhaps the reason they flew to the wedding for such a short time, hardly worth it, was for her to use someone else’s computer to engage in a blood diamond deal? Again does she not get she is being monitored? Obviously not!

between 6 and 10

7, 8, 9, are between 6 and 10 literally. But l think this is the amount of time they spent at the wedding. They weren’t part of the party the night before, the next day wedding breakfast or the second night party the night after the wedding. Wow besties eh? Isn’t it awesome to have such great best friends?🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

🎼 California scheming 🎼

This is a play on the song California dreaming, MM ANON has used this before, so it’s reenforcing for her plan to live there after all this is over. Yes perhaps in a dark cement building! Her plan, get all the $$$$€€€££££££ she can, set up her blog again and divorce rebuilding her life in Malibu was the last place l read was the mansion search. She is scheming her way into the marriage, during the ,arriage, out of the marriage and after the marriage

((wedding gems…… “ SA ‘just a fuc#@g nuisance”…… “£uck the press, we can do anything I want”…… “ I don’t lie, I embellish”))

Gems has an obvious meaning, which is also involved in this riddle.Gems can also be snippets like best song on an album etc. These are the gems of conversration/comments she made the night of the wedding. She really is stupid, has no filter and no judgement whatsoever!

” is on our watch list “

Of course, with the international security issues at , her past involvement with many, many individuals of dubious character during her yachting decades, and the current work LG has been doing l am certain she is on a watch list. Here l assume everyone knows what a watch list is, a person, or persons, group, or items requiring close surveillance, most usually for legal or political reasons.

“HEADS ‘ I win”

We had heads or tails yesterday. HEADS all caps, what’s the meaning? Who has HEADS and is the winner? I found one definition but nothing in all caps, heads a shouted warning that something is falling from above one’s head.

a draconian solution

We had a case, few years ago where l live, they wanted to build a casino in part of a local pub. Our city had a by-law preventing gambling and alcohol on sale in the same establishment. I can still see AND hear the owner when he was interviewed on the news about how Draconian our laws were. The definition of draconian is of laws or their application) excessively harsh and severe. I might add old law not updated. Many many places have old laws in the books that are never used anymore but still would be enforceable because they still exist as binding law. So LG and his team may have found just such a law or set of laws that they believe fit this situation and can be utilized to the benefit of the Crown. Oh please, please pretty please, let this be so!!

“when The devil drives”.

There is a novel by Scottish write Chris Brookmyre, with this same title. A dual plot, one a Shakespearean play being performed outdoors and a sniper kills someone, second plot a terminally ill woman wants to find her missing sister. The first is obvious, we don’t want that but security will be very tight on the tour l am certain. The second plot, are we being told there is a sister that is missing and still being searched out? Or is this nothing to do with the novel and the obvious meaning, once you’re riding with the devil nothing good and only reviled happens. I am inclined to think maybe a bit of both.

🎼 “over and over and over again my friend”🎼

This song has been performed and covered by many. The endless ways one tried to do things to be loved and keep someone happy. This is PH over and over and over,he is publicly acting this out, the loving supportive husband and “anything Meghan wants Meghan gets”. He has done such a great job and this has resulted in him taking lots and lots of media heat!

(🤫🤫🤭💎💎💎💎👩🏽‍💻👷🏿‍♂️👷🏿‍♂️👷🏿‍♂️👷🏿‍♂️ when in Rome!!!!)

Blood diamonds! We have had this in a previous riddle. Shhh, diamond, laptop, four workers with hard hats of colour. Did she order, or pick up her diamonds??. Or sell some??? I suspected from an earlier riddle blood diamonds were on the table for her, here l have confirmation . I am thinking with the use of laptop she communicated the deal and will pick up in Africa. Oh kids, this is getting good. HANDCUFFS CLANG CLANG,

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Fantastic PG! Things are heating up it seems! Thank you, we so appreciate all the work you put into this….especially on your days! ThNk you🙏🏻❤️❤️❤️

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68: sept.28

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

IT IS SOOOOOO GOOD TO BE BACK!!

MM Anon

MM ANON …… a slippery halo… … AFRICANT …… 🎼” you must have been a beautiful …” 🎼……… faux mother… no British archificial …… a crowd of booooos await……�� so’ she Hates the bloody Brits”…… PB will destroy her thunder …… “ Malibu-hoo welcome “…… a $6 million drive in …… an uninterested Africa … PR pays for local hysteria … a white black imposter … well paid unimpressed mothers feel used …… “beef it up for Pakistan”

a slippery halo

The Halo Trust, the anti landlmine charity that a Princess Diana was such a part of and still thrives today because of her work . I remember 1997 , the land mine on the news, her walking, seems like yesterday. This is a double entebdré by our dear MM ANON. Harry has been slaughtered by the media for being a spoilt petulant entitled man. The halo or crown of the Prince 🤴 is slippery now in public opinion. LET’S PRAY FOR OUR HARRY🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

AFRICANT

Can or can’t, the version of cannot. Nothing has been good, happy, meaningful about her presence on this holiday, it’s not a royal tour. Just wonder what other stunts she is going to pull, because we are going to get another video of amw with oh happy day in the background music. By the way, is she paying royalty rights for using that music , the performers? Catherine cannot and does not put a foot wrong. This one cannot even put a hair right!

… 🎼” you must have been a beautiful

You must have been a beautiful baby, you must have a beautiful child! Singing as l type, great old song. Drive all the girls wild, l think is one line. He sure is a cutie, that’s for sure!

faux mother

As below, she doesn’t possess an ounce of mothering instinct. She can’t because that takes away from attention on her. This is exactly why amw was not at the play date.

no British archificial

So is he born in SA? Not royal, less than that not even British. Good God this woman is moronically stupid! Makes sense that he was in SA, that’s why the dolls have been in use, Christening photo, photoshopped, first photo that was barred by the palace from being used after June, can’t recall exact date. She picked this child up while in SA so she could throw him up in the air, climb up steps in five inch heels to copy Catherine , show off a real baby, who didn’t respond to her at all except when she dug her hands into him and he involuntarily winced. THIS US MADNESS PEOPLE!! This poor child, now his face is forever plastered. In one photo, l thought l noticed a strong resemblance to papa TM!

a crowd of booooos await

Oh Kuwait, l am rubbing my hands together, wait until the return to the UK! NOW the gloves are off, she will be booed and booed, good luck to her on any engagement or public appearance. Boo boo boo are coming. People are beyond furious in the UK and Commonwealth!

” so’ she Hates the bloody Brits”

This is PP, piping in his comments l oh Sir, l feel so bad for you having this to deal with. HMTQ needs your love and sumore than ever! Steady on Sir, steady on!

PB will destroy her thunder

I am so happy for Princess Beatrice and Edo, their engagement photos both the colour ones that Eugenie took, and the black and white ones, l cannot recall the photographers name just now. I was soooooo happy to see the news and what a payback for her stealing the thunder meaning spoiling someone’s excitement, on Eugenie and Jack’s wedding day by wearing that huge coat to stir attention to possibility of her being pregnant. Who knew how that fauxmegnancy would turn into such a mess. As does everything with her!

“ Malibu-hoo welcome “

Will she be welcomed with hoos or boos in Malibu when she just leaves once she has her nest padded, or so she thinks. I don’t see her living the high life in a mansion. She might check into hotel California but she may never leave. Justice is coming! The IRS will want it share of the 250K as well as all she has purloined. The US , l believe is the only country in the world where no matter where you live you still pay taxes on EVERYTHING!!!

a $6 million drive in

Ha ha, reminds me of summertime, movies st the drive-in, l think the place she will eventually live will be mouth many tens of millions, have the best security and the best staff. It will also require wearing of an orange jumpsuit or its equivalent!!

an uninterested Africa …

As l have written below, NOBODY CARES ABOUT HER, People are struggling to get by. SA has had water problems for years! Droughts, poverty, the sky high murder rate and domestic abuse, she isn’t even in the radar of importance.

PR pays for local hysteria

The ‘crowds’ on the tree stump she stood🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂 the great Plato sharing infinite words of wisdom and insight. The video with DT was privately arranged, paid for. People have been bussed in as paid extras so it appears she has people who adore her. I saw an interview with three regular women walk-in down the street, he asked if they knew of a big event, they looked at each other , nothing. He said royal, then they came out with Harry but not a one of them knew her name. Ooooooo the sting!The burn! I hope she saw that!

a white black imposter

Blackface used to be a thing decades ago, Al Jolson, in the first talking picture/movie made it famous, well it already was actually. White people putting black on their faces and pretending to be black to perform or at parties etc. Here we have the screamer of racist, troll, racist troll, her two twitters that l follow are.CcccRrrrraaaazzzzyyyy. She talks to herself, to Sam, sometimes tweeting from both alternately. She of the racist card, has spent her life identifying as Caucasian, her immense use of bronzer gets worse day by day, except it seems to me on this ‘tour’ her makeup is less, her clothes are dishevelled, she looks a mess. She is trying to pass as black so it’s fits her narrative right Sister?!? Passing, years ago meant someone of colour who appeared Caucasian could appear or pass as being white and avoid the racism. She disgusts me 🐍.

well paid unimpressed mothers feel used

These women who allegedly paid 50K to have a half hour ‘lunch’ with her, made to sit on the floor, which culturally is soooooooo inappropriate given that is done when grieving or in mourning. God please bring the Justice and remove her from this family right into a nice colour of orange, she seems to like jumpers or whatever they are called in the UK, that one piece thing she wore, so orange to match her bronzer which she has amazingly used so much less of, in the photos l have seen.

“beef it up for Pakistan”

To beef something up, is to make it stronger, better more secure. The Cambridges are heading off for a Royal tour, let me say that again, A ROYAL TOUR😁 to Pakistan. Security issues have been in discussions and this trips itinerary will be not be as publicized due to those issues. Now it is sounding like, by this clue, that they have had to increase the already planned security measures. There is always the possibility the risk is too great and things would have to be cancelled. That would be a disaster in relationship building but safety first! Remember Harry is #1 on the Taliban hit list and that risk is by extension a factor.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Fantastic! Thank you PG! You are right on your game! So appreciate this!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Ask Skippy submission

Sep 28th, 2019

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69: Sept. 28

Is this a new thing MM ANON. Two riddles in one Day?🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON, ITS SO AWESOME TBE BACK DOING THESE🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

MM Anon

skippyv20

MM ANON …… second son walks alone … bonfires of PR. …… a great rip off … another archificial field trip… a home run …… a lot of backlash back home …… sugar coated photos……… “is it time to go it alone “…… “THE TAPE HAS BEEN SOLD” …… “ for posterity old thing”…… burying it with the rest. ……… 🎼 “ riders on the storm” 🎼

second son walks alone

Our Harry, walks alone, many in the public have been so critical of him, they can’t see the truth or haven’t taken the time to inform themselves. He is our Harry, l don’t care what anyone says, he is a man literally physically fading away, he’s so thin, dishevelled, being with her, l cannot imagine. To me, he deserves a medal for serving to HMTQ ! He has been and will remain in my prayers. Literally speaking he was walking alone in that minefield, or former minefield. What a metaphor for his life eh? 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

bonfires of PR.

I remember being in Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 for Bonfire 🔥 night as we called it or Guy Fawkes day . Old history about Scottish rebellion and a bomb being placed in parliament etc etc look it up, its interesting. Anyhow it’s still great fun in Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 every November. So MM ANON is using bonfires to describe the PR , basically it’s all explosive!

a great rip off

The fee she is charging especially that lunch just using people for maximum cash value. I am positive she has other side deals going on. I recall that last riddle l dud days ago with the clue being diamonds, workers in safety coloured vests, men of colour, a woman at a laptop. You remember it, lead me to think she is sourcing blood diamonds for resale. Everything with her is a rip of, all a grift, capsule collection, using people even a baby for her personal gain!

another archificial field trip

Oh as l said in the other riddle, we are going to see another privately filmed, ore arranged appearance of amw, l bet she is being paid for these appearances. I just hope his socks fit this time and may a pair of shoes, a blanket, a toy/stuffier and a bib or rag for drool.

a home run

Baseball, America’s game. Home run, hit the ball out into the stands, run all the bases until the final base which is called home base and you’ve made a home run. But MM ANON you sly lady🤣🤣🤣, you are not talking baseball. She is going to do a runner and head home! Be gone, be gone, go face the IRS🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂🤣

a lot of backlash back home

Oh my oh my, showing him publicly live in the flesh for the first time in SA and not in the U.K. has lit a match under a huge pile of �� dynamite. She is and has been playing with fire. People are FURIOUS and they already hate her! I cannot wait to hear the boos. I think the English politeness is gone, as MM ANON has said in other riddle, she has made her bed or beds🤣🤣🤣, she must lay in it. But the sad thing is she doesn’t give a whit of care or respect for HMTQ, the BRF nor the public of the U.K. or the Commonwealth!

sugar coated photos

Oh the sugars have literal gone crazier seeing archficial , like Pinocchio is now a real boy, not rubber anymore but flesh and blood. No seeing what’s so obvious, no relationship, the child doesn’t know her, climbing those steps in stilettos , holding him, unsafely, then roughly, tossing him in the air, the look of concern on DT daughter she even put her own arms up lest amw get dropped. Oh heavens how tacky were those cookies, sweets with words written on them, banana-gate2.0!

“is it time to go it alone “

Is the her or him going it alone? I doubt at this point, if Harry ended it, there would still be screams of racism. I think she is padding her nest in SA and planning her post-divorce life. Good luck with that project Rachel!

“THE TAPE HAS BEEN SOLD”

The infamous tossed salad tape sold at last. All uppercase. I am certain either the BRF has it, or a good friend of the BRF has secured it for them and they have it!! Who hoo !! Happy day! 😂😂😂😂😂just reminded me of her abuse of that beautiful song Oh Happy Day. I really wish she took those words to heart, the second line is when Jesus washed my sins away. I want no soul condemned but she has to choose.

“ for posterity old thing”

Again our PP, speaking, saving the video and dossier perhaps for posterity. When you save something for posterity, it means you hold onto it, keep it safe because you never know when you might need it!

burying it with the rest.

Wondering did the BRF buy the video, and just keeping that and all the other things in her dossier burying it in the secret files. I highly doubt they will reveal too much species publicly. The marriage will dissolve as a natural course, she can’t adjust etc etc. The BRF and PH. Publicly have done everything and then some to welcome her, they are spotless in this!

🎼 “ riders on the storm” 🎼

The Doors, classic album. He died in Paris and is buried there, it’s a place to visit for many fans.This is a classic song but dark in lyrics. Speaks of home one is born into poor ie dog no bone, don’t want lyric infringement so l adjusted that. Speaks of a killer , a family dying in a car crash. Speaking in the chorus that a woman needs to love and support her man. Put these all together at , pardon the pun, but they are a perfect storm for describing what’s Harrys life has been and is. Lost his mum is a car crash, his wife born into grifting family allegedly. Certainly getting no love and support from her. Today, well yesterday now, but seeing him sitting where she sat, with the now woman who was the girl she comforted, him all alone by the tree, didn’t you just want to take him in your arms and comfort him? Tears now……

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you dear PG! I am in awe! You are brilliant! A very rough day for Harry I am sure….🙏🏻💜💜💜

Ask Skippy submission

Sep 28th, 2019

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70: Sept. 29

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU SO MUCH DEAR MM ANON, I KNOW YOUR TISK IN DOING THIS FOR US, TO SEEK THE TRUTH AND GET IT OUT IN THE OORN🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

Did l ever tell you all, l do the riddles from bottom to top? I don’t know why, l used to look at the Sears catalogue from the back too, l still look at magazines back to front. A fun wacky PG fact!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂

MM Anon

skippyv20

MM ANON …… Cape Town closure ……bells and whistles farewell … on returning, a tour… an unpopular reluctance …… disinformation …… the fence that won’t mend…… club class flying isolation …… Heathrow paps…… no rest for the wicked …… “Hello Boys”…… “He needs a parade”…… “ not another bloody investigation” …… now D&G not H&M. …… cosmetic records!!!! O,no

… Cape Town closure

They officially closed the Cape atone part of the tour and flew out September 29,2019. I was going to say today but l know this is a worldwide blog so l thought l would put that in there. The itinerary has them leaving from Johannesburg, and returning to London. I am sure most of Cape Town citizens had no idea they were there, if they did, no one cared really.

bells and whistles farewell

This whole entire holiday has been just bizarre, her behaviour, a real live baby, was that baby really a boy or just presented as such. We all know the baby shower was for a girl baby, the BRF/LG so so so clever!!! Turned things around that it was a boy baby, that video of them showing amw to a few selected UK and US/CBS reporters was bizarre, at Windsor Castle. She looked so nervous, and PH said they grow so much in two weeks, the glare she gave him!! You know it, you all saw it! Will there be a whiz bang goodie doo? I think likely, paid, bussed in, waving goodbye. I have visions now of O showing up!

on returning, a tour

Oh my goodness, is SS already planning a return trip, as she has been showered with love and praise by thousands and thousands , the crowds have been massive and amazing , kind, amazingly kind, and kind of amazing! NOT!!! I hope you got my attempt at using her favourite words and l tried her amazing kind of word salad, so kind and amazing of me to be so amazingly kind!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂

an unpopular reluctance

Reluctance means unwillingness or disinclination to do something. She is unwilling in any way shape or form to put celebrity aside and take on her proper duchess role. But this makes sense because there was never supposed to be a wedding let alone a baby. Using the word unpopular putting it mildly.

I do think this may refer to PA and his reluctance or downright refusal to be part of the F.B.I. requests for an interview with him regarding his friendship with JE, GM. and other things like VRG allegations. I do not know how long his refusal can go on.

disinformation

PR PR PR PR constant disinformation. One might use the word lies!! It’s been sickening to see and read in the papers. It has Albee’s thus wth her and it will forever be. Oh l just had to let out a big sigh because it’s so sad, and the baby ring used, disinformation about his age, everything about him is one huge example. There is nothing worse than using a child. Scripture says “Suffer the children to come unto Me, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven “ the exact is

Matthew 19:14 King James Version (KJV)

14 But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven..

the fence that won’t mend…

Mending fences has an obvious meaning, fix a broken fence. However it can be used as a metaphor, fixing a brook relationship for example. I think this is what MM ANON is referring to. Madam, initially when she came on the scene was ‘a breath of fresh air’, marvellously inclusive and welcomed into the U.K. and Commonwealth, and into the ‘family she never had’. Many , including PW had grave concerns. It didn’t take very long for the bloom quickly began to fade. There is ABSOLUTELY NO CHANCE IN A MILLENIA INFINITY! that her relationship with the British public, most members of the BRF, the Commonwealth and many around the world , can ever be mended. It has been irrevocably broken. Complete disregard and blatant disrespect for HMTQ! And a laundry list of grifting, disgusting behaviour, plus her complicated filthy past. No mending of this fence is even wanted, never mind attempted. GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

club class flying isolation

The return flight, again commercial l am sure, back to London should be interesting. She and her team, will again be prattling on about how successful and awesome the tour is, IF BY THE WAY, she and her smuggled alleged living diamond , amw, if she wants baby in London, or just leave is SA. and carry on with dollies. My sentence structure is horrendous but IF BY THE WAY, l meant IF she can get through customs. Do babies need passports, Royal Allegedly babies? Was he sleeping on arrival and she got archficial through that way. I don’t know how, strict customs are with royalty.

On the flight, Harry will be alone, not involved in anything because it’s all about a madam. I noted today how sloppy he looked catching that flight in t shirt and jeans, wrinkled, he has been wearing those ratty brown suede shoes the entire time. He suited up well though earlier and l an certain when he means the High Commissioner he will hopefully be dressed for it. I keep repeating myself, but his looks and behaviour are SCREAMING FOR HELP, HE HAS COMBAT FATIGUE! I am so worried, he’s wasting away, remember the interview when he was in uniform and something urgent was happening, he took off his mic and ran to see what needed doing? Remebhow fit and muscular he was? Look now, dishevelled clothes, those brown shoes😩, looks like he cannot sleep etc etc etc. I know l keep repeating myself but please LG, l know he is getting help behind the scenes, but our Harry is at such risk now, in his depression, l do worry greatly for him!!🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Heathrow paps

Oh my my my my my!!!! The media and paparazzi will be waiting at Heathrow, if that’s where they land, they might be cheeky and land at Gatwick or elsewhere. The media when they return and subsequently is going to be scathing!!!!! Again read her twitters, petal is in SA talk about the Sussexes non-stop but denies being her, petal calls her baby bubs has done for quite sometime. In SA, big reveal, amw nickname is Bubba ☺️☺️☺️🤣🤣🤣. We are not talking about Einstein here! It would be funny if it weren’t so dangerous!

no rest for the wicked

She had all her private things planned during this holiday. Yet she still manages centre stage by foisting herself via IMessage or Skype l think to be with the classroom where PH was in Malawi. All about CAMFED campaign for female education . She just cannot let him go, except when he could have really needed love and support, in Angola, the mine field, him sitting all alone by the tree named after his mum. Oh self seeking narcissistic behaviour, she lives a Master Class of it.

“Hello Boys”

I can’t remember the name of the film, it might be Hello Boys actually! It’s fantastic Bette Midler at her finest, set further war, WWII, she goes on tour to entertain the troops, she would appear on stage all gussied up looking gorgeous and sing for them, she is amazing. Great film! I wonder MM ANON are you relating madams behaviour to the character in the film?? Going on tour and putting on a show!!! I might be way off but that’s a great film!

“He needs a parade”

Support and love for Harry! Agree wholeheartedly! Yes he made a bad choice of bootycall that was his choice,who of us is without sin and can cast the first stone? This was all pre-planned, they would have kept at it, until it worked. I think he needs medals of the highest order for service to the Crown, HMTQ, his granny. He needs away time, months of privacy, therapy, perhaps medication, he ,Ishtar we’ll be on anti-depressants already! HE NEEDS PRAYER🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻. This is evil at work, it’s a nefarious web planned, he was shared in it.

“ not another bloody investigation”

What now? What’s the next thing? Well PA is in a spot of trouble, putting it mildly. He has hired a new PR guy, Jason Stein, former Amber Rudd’s bulldog, lost his job when she quit recently! The paper says he is a ‘master of the dark arts’! The same was said about SS. What are the ‘dark arts’ these PR people use??? Anyhow, there are more accusers , resulting further Epstein investigations in America. The F.B.I. are more insistent upon an interview. The palace statement and PA years ago when this first came up, were emphatic he had NO sexual contact or interaction with VRG. They are not commenting today, read the article in the Daily Mail, if you’re inclined. They are saying, royalty is not an issue, years ago it was swept away. Since the #metoo movement the world has changed. Many many famous men have been charged, Bill Cosby, many famous American media personalities, actors, Weinstein, . This week l was chuffed to hear Wexner been charged in connection with Epstein! If you don’t know Les Wexner, look him up. He’s an American billionaire, one of his many businesses is Victoria’s Secret! Buy from them, you give money to an alleged sexual predator! I am not recalling just now his other businesses, but very very wealthy men have been and are being brought to justice. PA is in serious trouble. The ,ore he refuses to cooperate and scream he’s royalty, he is dragging out the inevitable. Poor poor HMTQ, l just feel so bad for her!

now D&G not H&M

Baby Archie wore H&M to meet DT, which was subsequently marched and appeared officially on H&M advert and website l think website. Now baby Archie will appear wearing D&G. Dolce and Gabbana highend designer Italian clothes. This woman never fails to put a foot wrong. I don’t know if Archie was wearing it while she carried him to catch the plane to Johannesburg , the photos again captured through a clear glass walled corridor. Did anyone else think the ‘baby’ she was carrying looked a lot smaller than amw who met DT? Or was it just me? I would love a side by side photo. Maybe l am totally off.

cosmetic records!!!! O,no.

I am not sure if these two clues go together but this is how they appeared to moi. Are there records surfacing or in possession of the BRF and LG’s team of investigators that show the extent of work she has had done, especially since coming onto the scene with PH? We know something was up at U.S. Open, she had that invisible medical tape over her nose 👃🏻, yes l purposely use that colour of nose! We all have seen her nose appears to be collapsing, those darn hobbies can show up in real physical manifestations ie wide eyed , dilated pupils, agitation, hyperness, just read the twitters feeds that will show you bizarre behaviour, also noted the times tweets are sent!

As far as O, no…..PH is/ has reportedly been working with an O on mental health programs for a fruit tv channel. I have no idea where things are st with that. Is she going to come back on the scene in Africa. I know she has sponsored a school there, where there had to be some firings of l think the administrator , look it up!! I have visions now of her showing up for a surprise appearance with madam. Oh gracious, make it stop! PLEASE😩😩😩😩😫😖😖😖

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you so much dear PG! Seems much coming….Seeing your humour and wonderful personality shining through….is wonderful, you are BACK! Thank God for our Dear PG!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜. Sept. 29, 2019

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Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan (1982) Review

[This review includes big honking spoilers.]

Spock: "I never took the Kobayashi Maru test until now. What do you think of my solution?"

The Wrath of Khan is a favorite of many fans, and it deserves to be. It is exactly what a big Star Trek movie should have been, and finally was.

Why is this movie so good? Bunches of reasons. Like an exciting story that had personal significance to the main characters, terrific writing, an outstanding villain, and the intensely moving death of the most beloved character in the series. I can't get through this movie without crying, and I've seen it a dozen times.

Birthdays, old age, death and loss, passing the torch to the next generation, it was courageous of the franchise to make these things the center of the movie, instead of ignoring the fact that it was fifteen years after the series and the cast was getting older. The Wrath of Khan is beautifully bookended by the Kobayashi Maru no-win scenario at the beginning, basically the arrogance of youth believing that they will never die, and a no-win real life situation at the end for Kirk when he loses Spock, his closest friend, the other half of himself.

When you watch the movie knowing the ending, you can see Spock's death coming. There are so many references to dying. The first thing Kirk says to Spock is, "Aren't you dead?" And we can see on Spock's face the moment he realizes what must happen in order to save the ship. He just gets up and goes to his death without a word to anyone, a very Spock-like thing to do. He even has to trick McCoy in order to carry out his plan, which for me, makes it even harder to take. The way he stands and straightens his uniform, those final moments where he and Kirk are separated by glass, it always gets to me. It was an exceptional death for an exceptional character. I can remember when I first saw it, I was absolutely devastated. William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy were at their best in that scene.

And yet, there is the obvious hint that it's not over for Spock. There was the way he touched the unconscious McCoy's face and said, "Remember," a deliberate call-back to "Requiem for Methuselah." The pod containing his body was lying on the grass of a vibrant new world that hadn't existed an hour before. They just couldn't bear to write Spock out completely, could they? (Not that I'm criticizing. I couldn't, either.)

As Kirk faced aging and death, pretty much for the first time, there was the complementary plot of passing the torch to the next generation. It was believable that Kirk would have had a child somewhere along the line, and it delighted me that his ex-amour was the most brilliant scientist in the Federation. David Marcus felt like he could have been Kirk's son, and I liked that Kirk did exactly as Carol had requested -- he stayed out of David's life and let Carol raise him alone. In an obvious parallel, Spock was mentoring his young protege, the competent, professional and often amusing regulation-quoting Lieutenant Saavik. The feminist in me can't help pointing out, with the exception of the comments about her hairstyle in the turbolift, Saavik could have easily been played by a man without changing a single other detail.

All this, and I haven't even gotten to one of the best things about this movie – and that's Ricardo Montalban reprising his character Khan from the original series episode "Space Seed." His performance was so strong and so intense (and his chest so amazing) that there has yet to be a Star Trek villain that can top him.

And the supporting cast was terrific: DeForest Kelley was a delight as McCoy. James Doohan did a fine job with a wonderful dramatic scene when he lost his nephew. Bibi Besch did well in the key role of Carol Marcus, Merritt Butrick as David Marcus was pretty much perfect, and we also got Paul Winfield as the unfortunate Captain Terrell and future television star Kirstie Alley in her acting debut as Saavik. And yes, Chekov recognized Khan but Chekov wasn't in "Space Seed." I honestly don't care, since it wasn't important to the plot, and Walter Koenig's performance as Chekov in this movie is probably his best. (I only started liking Walter Koenig after his villainously wonderful continuing role in Babylon 5.)

Unlike Star Trek: The Motion Picture, The Wrath of Khan never stops moving. The space battles are terrific, the gimmick with the prefix code and the scenes in the Mutara Nebula all work, the musical score is outstanding, and best of all, the effects still hold up. (Although the close-ups of the ears during the Botany Bay scenes don't. Ah, well.)

I love this movie. The Wrath of Khan and the two movies that completed the trilogy are the pinnacle of original Star Trek, incorporating the best aspects of the original series. They're wonderful. In my not so humble opinion.

Bits and pieces:

— Stardate 8130.3 to 8141.6. The Reliant, space station Regula 1, Ceti Alpha 5 (not 6), and the Mutara nebula.

— Star Trek: The Motion Picture was set two and a half years after the end of the series, but here it was established that it had been 15 years since "Space Seed". Khan mentioned his "beloved wife," which would have been Lt. Marla McGivers.

— The Genesis presentation was exceptional. Best commercial ever. I'd buy it.

— I loved the way they used the rare book and the antique glasses as a reminder of the fact that Kirk was getting older. I also loved the level of detail in the furnishings in Kirk's apartment, as well as the huge mosaic IDIC in Spock's quarters.

— The ear thingies were the Alien chestburster of their time. Ick.

— Khan's use of the lines from Moby Dick were set up by the mini-library aboard the Botany Bay: Moby Dick, Paradise Lost, Dante's Inferno. And all books relevant to what happened to the Botany Bay.

— Kyle from the original series was a crew member on Reliant.

— Although the theatrical version is fine, I prefer the director's cut. It includes just a few little extra scenes, but one in particular – the introduction of Midshipman Preston as Scotty's nephew – makes a difference.

— Even the costumes were great. I particularly liked the white flap on Kirk's uniform stained with Peter Preston's blood; it was a striking visual.

— The Genesis cave scene is wonderful. But I've always wondered: where did the light come from?

Quotes:

Kirk: "A no-win situation is a possibility every commander may face. Has that never occurred to you?" Saavik: "No, sir. It has not." Kirk: "And how we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life, wouldn't you say?" Saavik: "As I indicated, Admiral, that thought had not occurred to me." Kirk: "Well, now you have something new to think about. Carry on."

Dr. McCoy: "Admiral, wouldn't it be easier to just put an experienced crew back on the ship?" Kirk: "Galloping around the cosmos is a game for the young, Doctor." Uhura: "Now what is that supposed to mean?"

David: "Remember that overgrown boy scout you used to hang around with? That's exactly the kind of guy..." Carol: "Listen, kiddo. Jim Kirk was many things, but he was never a boy scout."

Kirk: "Mr. Scott, you old space dog. You're well?" Scotty: "Oh, I had a wee bout, sir, but, Doctor McCoy pulled me through." Kirk: "Wee bout of what?" McCoy: "Shore leave, Admiral."

(Kirk tensely watches as Saavik takes Enterprise out of space dock.) McCoy: "Would you like a tranquilizer?"

Kirk: "I would not presume to debate you." Spock: "That is wise. Were I to invoke logic, however, logic clearly dictates that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few." Kirk: "Or the one." Spock: "You are my superior officer. You are also my friend. I have been and always shall be yours."

Khan: "I'll chase him around the Antares maelstrom and round Nibia and round Perdition's Flame before I give him up!"

Spock: "As a matter of cosmic history, it has always been easier to destroy than to create." McCoy: "Not anymore. Now we can do both at the same time. According to myth, the Earth was created in six days. Now watch out, here comes Genesis! We'll do it for you in six minutes!" Spock: "Really, Dr. McCoy. You must learn to govern your passions. They will be your undoing."

Khan: "Let them eat static."

Khan: "Ah, Kirk, my old friend. Do you know the Klingon proverb that tells us revenge is a dish that is best served cold? It is very cold in space."

Spock: "Jim, be careful." McCoy: "We will!"

Kirk: "KKKHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN!!!!!" :)

Carol: "Can I cook, or can't I?"

Saavik: "On the test, sir... will you tell me what you did? I would really like to know." McCoy: "Lieutenant, you are looking at the only Starfleet cadet who ever beat the no-win scenario." (gestures at Kirk) Saavik: "How?" Kirk: "I reprogrammed the simulation so it was possible to rescue the ship." Saavik: "What?" David: "He cheated." Kirk: "I changed the conditions of the test. Got a commendation for original thinking. I don't like to lose." Saavik: "Then you never faced that situation... faced death." Kirk: "I don't believe in the no-win scenario."

Khan: "To the last, I will grapple with thee. From Hell's heart, I stab at thee! For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee!" Montalban makes these lines from Moby Dick work. How many actors could pull off lines like this?

McCoy: "He's not really dead as long as we remember him." Kirk: "It's a far, far better thing I do than I have ever done before. A far better resting place that I go to than I have ever known." Carol: "Is that a poem?" Kirk: "No. Something Spock was trying to tell me, on my birthday." McCoy: "You okay, Jim? How do you feel?" Kirk: "Young. I feel young."

It isn't necessary to have seen "Space Seed" or Star Trek: The Motion Picture to follow this movie. In fact, it isn't really necessary to have seen the original series to follow this movie. And you don't even need to watch Star Trek III and IV. Although I assume every Star Trek fan pretty much has.

Four out of four no-win scenarios.

Billie Doux loves good television and spends way too much time writing about it.

#Star Trek #Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan #James T. Kirk #Spock #Leonard McCoy #Khan Noonien Singh #Star Trek Reviews #Doux Reviews #Movie Reviews #something from the archive

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sunshine-captain · 7 years ago

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Hi! I asked Phoenix (horsegirlharry) for fic recs about star trek tos and she sent me to you! I am a new fan and in desperate need for some good fics since I am having a hard time finding them. I would be very grateful if you could link me to some. Thank you in advance

Oh my goodness!!! Hello my friend! I’m honored Phoenix directed you to me, I really am! To tell you the truth, they’re the one that actually convinced me to watch TOS from the start. Welcome to the fandom!!

To start off with, here is a lovely rec blog that is exclusively TOS (that I’m a mod on, so I am of course biased, but I loved the blog even before I was added, haha!) It’s not updated that often at the moment, usually just when I have some spare time, but there’s a lot of recs already added to look through, and there are plenty of tags to maybe let you look for tropes or genres that you like. :)

Alright, here go the recs!

Sha Ka Ree The year is 2258. Jim Kirk is a Lieutenant on the U.S.S. Farragut, Spock the science officer of the U.S.S. Enterprise. When the ships come together for a priority landing party, these two strangers find themselves fighting against the odds for a chance at life in an alien world, and the only way they’ll make it through is by relying on each other. This is a TOS fic that takes place seven years before the show begins. It’s one of my favorite fics ever, it’s beautiful and just perfect. It’s a lovely slow burn, and it contains one of my fave tropes: Jim (Kirk) and Spock crash on an alien world and get stranded there. So, so highly recommended! Honestly, that writer is amazing and anything by them I recommend.

Crash and Burn As the Enterprise’s celebrated voyage winds down, the tension between her captain and first officer escalates, and three days aboard Jupiter’s premier lunar station will change everything. Jim doesn’t handle change very well. Slow-build, character-study prelude to the Lost Years and TMP. Unhappy ending, but canon functions as a fix-it! As the summary states, this fic doesn’t end happily. But it’s basically an explanation as to why Spock does what he does prior to The Motion Picture (I’m not sure if you’ve seen the movies so I won’t clarify just in case you haven’t, haha!), which also means there is a happy ending after the events of the movies. I had it in my bookmarks under the tag I use for fics that hurt me (literally ‘ow’, lol) so apparently I found it pretty painful. ;__;

The Squire of Eros An old nemesis pays a social call to the Enterprise just in time for the annual Valentine’s Day party. On this occasion it’s Spock who draws the brunt force of his irritating personality. But when his holiday-inspired antics turn dangerous, it’s up to the Captain and crew to take him down, and Jim is forced to confront his long-evaded desires regarding his first officer. Written for the K/S Valentine Challenge at LJ, beta’d by purple_spock. This one isn’t even remotely as serious as the other two. It’s honestly just a lot of humor and lightheartedness for the most part. It features Trelane from TOS paying another visit to the crew. :D

Definitions “We call it t'hy'la,” Spock says. This one is so beautiful. It’s a relatively short oneshot (under 10k) but it’s so romantic and in character and just perfect (this author is another one of my favorites, I would read anything at all by them.)

Pattern Deviations A mind meld is the most intimate of any possible connection – to know and be known, wholly and completely. Usually, melds are advocated for leading to increased understanding and empathy. Spock wonders what it means, then, that everyone he melds with is so repulsed by his mind… Until he meets James Kirk, anyway. This is by the same writer as Definitions; another lovely oneshot by them. I love it!

And I Am Also Quite Blind In the aftermath of Spock’s blinding in Operation Annihilate, Jim tries to help him through his pain. A fic with premise that Spock doesn’t handily recover from his blindness in Operation Annihilate. Lengthy, painful, excellent. I try to avoid WIPs because I can’t deal with the pain of fics that are NEVER FINISHED, but I started reading this one when it was only halfway through and man, it sucked me in. Worth it! (And it has been completed now, so no worries, haha.)

Undone During first contact with the highly telepathic Nghians, an invasion begins on their home world. A powerful psychic attack cripples the populace–and Spock.Out of contact with the Enterprise and stranded on a planet at war, Jim must struggle to keep himself and his violent, unpredictable first officer alive. Another of my favorite writers! I love this fic. Lengthy, excellent, and that favorite trope of mine again (being stranded, heh), this is great. Please note the tags, though!

What I Am To You I say, “Ask me anything, Spock,” for perhaps the fifth time.This time, you respond, your gaze bright and penetrating, “Perhaps you could satisfy my curiosity in–one particular.”“Of course,” I say enthusiastically.You seem perfectly calm as you ask, “How long have we been lovers?” And I am certain I have heard you correctly, even as I struggle not to allow my astonishment to show on my face. Takes place after the events of the third movie. Spock tries to make sense of his and Jim’s relationship.

Spice It’s a question of biology. Vulcan biology.The problem with falling in love with a member of an insanely private species is that it just might take you the best part of a five year mission to work out that the feelings are requited. And then you might discover that he’s already decided that the two of you can never be together.And what are you supposed to do if he won’t tell you why? Honestly, I’m reccing this one with…some trepidation. I never did decide whether I actually liked the fic or not, but I know a lot of people do like it. It’s most definitely one of the longest fics I’ve ever read in this fandom. It’s the SLOWEST OF ALL SLOW BURNS, which you said you liked, and even though it made me SO ANGRY at one point that I almost threw my phone across the room when one plot twist happened, it’s well written and in character. The reason behind it all is…kind of silly, in all honesty, but it makes complete sense why Spock thinks it would be best if Jim wasn’t with him, just like him to be so overprotective. *sigh* I’d say definitely give it a try and see if you get sucked in!

Translating Ennoia Spock intends to resign his commission with Starfleet six months into the Enterprise’s mission. Then he meets Captain Kirk – his t'hy'la – and everything becomes infinitely more complex. This author again! This fic has lots of pining. I love pining. And I love happy endings and romance and watching Jim and Spock’s friendship develop, too, and this fic has all of that.

Dirty Laundry Jim keeps leaving dirty dishes in the sink and toast crumbs in the bed. Spock deals with the mess silently until an unfortunate ironing incident puts it all in perspective. Jim and Spock have to adjust to domestic life. Spock has to adjust to Jim’s messiness. Domestic Spirk is always wonderful, and I enjoy that in this one it’s not all perfect at first. They have to adjust and learn to actually live together.

Breaking Tradition Newlyweds James T. Kirk and Spock spend their Holiday shore leave alone together in a remote cabin once belonging to Jim’s grandparents. They learn more about each other and Jim introduces his new husband to the Winter Holiday traditions - even if he doesn’t quite understand why he take part in them himself. An unexpected event occurs that disrupts the couple’s newlywed bliss. Luckily, one of them has experience with taking charge of a situation. This one is sooo sweet. Jim just wants to share Christmas with Spock, but they have a mishap. But it’s okay, because Jim takes good care of Spock. (Features cold!Spock, one of my favorite things. :3 )

Ghost in the Machine Tom Paris stumbles upon a Pandora’s Box of loss and regret. This fic is the outlier in this list; it’s actually a crossover of sorts between TOS and VOY. I’ve not actually watched Voyager yet, but that doesn’t stop me from reading and enjoying the fic, so please don’t let that stop you! Let me tell you, though, this has to be one of the most painful fics I’ve ever read. It just makes me cry for Jim and Spock both. It’s so painful. But also really great. But I totally understand if you don’t want to read this one, haha! It’s not for everyone. It messed me up though, I kept thinking about it for days. Especially Jim as he is in this fic. Ugh.

Home Renovation Shortly before his first mission to Romulus, Spock buys a fixer-upper house with Jim. Although Jim is excited to begin renovating their new home, Spock worries it’s only a matter of time before his husband falls off a ladder and breaks his spine. Not to mention, the house’s derelict state is preventing Spock from enjoying his remaining time with Jim. Old Married Spirk, protective!Spock, perfection.

To Be Wed “With a human ruling alongside King Sarek, it makes sense that they would want a Vulcan to rule alongside you. Look on the bright side. At least it’s not Sybok."Prince S'chn T'gai Spock and Crown Prince Sam Kirk are pushed by their families into an awkward courtship, sure to become an awkward marriage. Meanwhile, the younger Terran prince just wants to make sure his future brother-in-law feels comfortable in his new home. But unfortunately for Jim, the road to hopeless, unrequited love is paved with good intentions. It’s an AU, obviously, and it’s by the same author as Sha Ka Ree (who as I mentioned is one of my favorite writers) and I just adore this fic, it’s so great! Pining, slowly getting to watch Jim and Spock falling in love even when it’s ill advised, Sybok!! I’m also just a total sucker for royalty AUs so that helps.

In My Own Skin After the events of Turnabout Intruder, Jim is trapped in Janice Lester’s body indefinitely and has to learn to carry on with his normal life and duties trapped in this body. Established relationship with Spock, but things become understandably difficult as a result of Jim’s situation. Complicating matters even further, the Enterprise is assigned to a difficult diplomatic mission with a new member of the Federation. I don’t know about everyone else, but my brain definitely went “what if Jim was stuck in that body…” after watching Turnabout Intruder, and this fic definitely satisfied that urge to see that explored.

Heat Trapped together in a cave until the storm ceases, Jim and Spock find some freedom outside the press of the ship and its responsibilities. Oh look….this writer again. :DDD You’re starting to notice a pattern here, I’m sure. This was written because of a prompt I gave, so obviously I’m a little biased, but it’s just SO perfect??? Cold!Spock, cuddling for warmth (another of my favorites, hello), and just so ROMANTIC that I almost can’t handle it.

Okay, those are all TOS, but now I have just a handful of AOS AUs:

Still, Like Dust Vulcans have been enslaved on Earth for more than fifty years. To Jim Kirk, 14, this is just one more chapter from his history book… until his uncle brings home a Vulcan boy to help on the farm. I know this fic isn’t for everyone, it definitely isn’t, but it really is a great read and I enjoyed reading it a lot. There’s a lot of pain, it’s true, but there’s also a happy ending, if that helps.

Inside The River Starfleet sends Jim a spouse and an oddly vacant honeymoon. Arranged marriage!AU, always fun, and an interesting mystery going on throughout. Great read!

That’s all I’ve got for you for now, this should be a start! Welcome again to the fandom, and I hope you find something in this list that you enjoy. :)

#slumber--parties #fic rec #space husbands #tos #and like two aos but i wont tag that lol #can't remember which tag i use for that...#long post #this got long sorry

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stranger-who-writes-fiction · 8 years ago

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More cool aunt Kara AU stuff, this time based on some excellent ideas/headcanons that come courtesy of @thatsjustsupergirl

(Also, these don’t have titles because I hate naming things but if they did, this one would definitely be called ‘A League of Their Own.’ In case anyone was curious.)

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“It's not that I don't trust him,” Kara explains as she leads Eliza and Jeremiah to the MedLab level of the Watchtower, “it's just that I don't feel comfortable leaving these types of decisions solely up to him, you know?”

Eliza and Jeremiah share a look.

Kara doesn't need to specify who the 'him' in question is—her disdain and for vigilantism and general distrust of those who engage in it is well documented; and at this point, the nascent 'league' of heroes only has one vigilante on their roster.

“You really think it's a good idea to work with him in the first place?” Jeremiah feels inclined to ask.

Kara shrugs, or rather. Attempts to shrug—it's a tricky thing, what with Alex riding piggyback.

“Someone has to keep an eye on him,” she says. “Which is...kind of why I asked you guys here.” To Alex, she says, “gonna need my hand for a second.”

“'Kay,” Alex says.

Kara releases her loose hold on Alex's leg and extends her arm, pressing her palm flat against the bioscan. There's a pause, followed by a flashing green light and pleasant 'beep' as the MedLab door slides back.

“Batman set up the Watchtower,” Kara tells the trio as they enter, “so he provided all the equipment. Some deal with WayneTech. I just...if you guys don't mind, I want you to check it out. See if you notice anything...weird, I guess?”

Eliza and Jeremiah wander around the lab, taking note of the (very advanced, very expensive) equipment.

“That,” Jeremiah chuckles, a little breathlessly, “will not be a problem.”

“And...Batman,” Eliza trips over the name—it is a little silly to say out loud, but then. No more so than something like 'Supergirl' or 'Aquaman.' “He's alright with us working up here? Having access to this?”

“Oh, yeah,” Kara assures them quickly, “as far as he knows, this is just a thorough shakedown of the lab. Working out the kinks, that sort of thing.” And it is. Mostly. “I'm ninety-nine percent sure—” Kara thinks for a moment. “I'm eighty-nine percent sure there's nothing weird up here, I just. You know...”

She thinks of the files she's stumbled upon, files she's managed to decrypt that came along with her pod, detailing her family's involvement in some...unsavory business, all in the name of protecting Krypton.

“Never hurts to be safe,” she says.

“Very true,” Eliza smiles and pats her shoulder. This prompts a fidget from Alex, who readjusts her grip on Kara's shoulders.

“So what do I do?” she wants to know.

“You wanna help your parents?” Kara asks. Alex hums, but isn't exactly leaping at the opportunity to watch her parents work for the next few hours. “Oorrr,” Kara offers another suggestion, “I could take you for a tour of the Watchtower. If your parents are okay with it,” she makes sure to add.

“Can we go?” Alex asks her parents, voice hopeful and pleading. Eliza looks up from the provided inventory list, and then over at Jeremiah.

They both shrug.

“Sure,” Jeremiah says. “But. No vaporizing any planets, okay?”

Alex nods solemnly while Kara laughs.

“Ppfft. The Watchtower can't vaporize anything,” she says. “...At least. I don't think it can.”

“And uh, this. This here is the. It's the main...” Kara scratches her head. “Place. Thing. Where the league...gathers.”

Alex takes a seat in one of the chairs flanking the long panel of controls, “on Star Trek, they call it the bridge,” she tells Kara in an attempt to be helpful.

“Right, yes. The bridge,” Kara nods. “That's...well. I feel like it needs a cooler name, but that'll work for now.”

The large space is quiet. Technically, the Watchtower isn't exactly...'fully operational' just yet. It's just the four of them up here at the moment, save for a handful of service and security drones.

Alex asks about some of the monitors and controls, what does this one do, and how do you work that one?

Kara explains, and then it occurs to her that Alex doesn't have level eight security clearance.

“Hey, do me a favor, and don't become a supervillain, alright?”

Alex spins in her chair.

“I won't,” she promises, and then, recognizing that she has leverage, “but only if you come to my gymnastics meet next Friday.”

“Well as Earth's protector I can't very well say no, now can I?” Kara says, throwing in an over-dramatic huff as she leans back in her chair. “For the sake of the planet, I'll go.”

“Yesss,” Alex cheers quietly, but after a moment, adds, “well. Only if you really want to, though...”

“I do,” Kara assures her with a smile. “Promise I'll come. So long as there's no...alien invasion, or anything.”

“Isn't that what the team is for?” Alex asks, looking back at the monitors. “So that you don't have to save the world by yourself?”

“Yes, kind of,” Kara says. “But alien invasions are very much out of the League's...league...at this point.”

Alex has a questioning look in place, so Kara pulls up the current list of members. It's very short; only four profile pictures stare back at them, including Kara.

Alex reads some of the information that accompanies each profile—the words she knows. Some are too big too bother with. “Whoa. That guy can talk to fish?”

Kara nods.

“In fact he prefers talking to fish. People...he's not so great with.”

“Is he good at surfing?”

“Not sure.”

“Can he only talk to fish, or can he also talk to dolphins? They aren't fish, you know.”

Kara smiles.

“Pretty sure he can talk to dolphins, yeah.”

“Awesome,” Alex breathes, and continues to read about the other heroes. Kara watches, and allows herself a proud grin. The League was her idea, after all. Sure, Bruce handled the detail work, and the actual funding of the endeavor, but the initial concept of recruiting superheroes and forming a team? All her.

Alex asks if it's only going to be the four of them.

“We have others we want to invite,” Kara tells her, pulling up a new list. Half a dozen more profile pictures appear, along with names and details. “Br—atman,” she quickly corrects herself, “says the Watchtower is designed to accommodate a staff of fifty” She beams. “Cool, right?”

“...Yeah,” Alex says, but she's distracted, eyes still on the new list. After a moment, she asks, “are there gonna be more girls?”

Kara blinks.

“Uh.” She sits up, and squints at the list. “There are...girls.”

“There's one,” Alex points to one of the last names on the list. “The rest are boys.”

“That's—” and she's frowning now, because Alex is right. “Uh.” She tries to remember if they had any discussions about...balancing the roster, but can't bring anything to mind. They were more concerned with the logistics of the thing, really. “We, uh.” How did she let this happen. “Rao. I am part of the problem.”

Before she can address this grave error, a quiet beep alerts them to a message coming from the MedLab.

“Hi Kara, we're having a little bit of trouble with the security system, do think you could come down here and help us out?”

“Sure thing, Eliza,” Kara answers. “Hang tight, Alex,” she says before she leaves. “And I'm gonna—I mean we, as in, Batman and me—we're gonna fix this—this being the gender disparity issue, not the—I mean also the security system malfunction, sure, but more importantly—you know what, never mind. I'll be right back.”

With a swish of the cape, she's gone, and Alex is left alone on the bridge, staring at the list...

And formulating a plan.

It is well past a certain fourth grader's bedtime, and therefore, Eliza should not see the glow of the bedside lamp, peeking out from Alex's bedroom door.

And yet she does.

She opens the door without warning or preamble—nary a knock, nor a long, loud walk down the hallway to give Alex the chance to hide her book/gameboy/notebook under her pillow and dive for the bedside lamp.

“Alexandra,” Eliza starts, but is too surprised to see Alex working at her desk to get much further with the, “put that book/gameboy/notebook away.”

“Sorry,” Alex says automatically, but without much feeling. She's concentrating on...something. She's scribbling furiously, head bent over her work.

“...Sweetie...” Eliza says, “what are you doing?”

“Important stuff, mom,” Alex tells her with conviction.

Eliza crosses her arms, one eyebrow raised in outright skepticism. “What kind of important stuff, exactly?”

Alex sighs. “Kara forgot to invite girls to her superhero club, so I'm inviting them for her, cause she's so busy at the Planet and saving the world and stuff and doesn't have time to achieve gender par...parody?”

Alex swivels in her desk chair and hands over the rough draft of the note.

Eliza stares at it for a moment, mutely, and then at Alex, and then back at the note.

Alex waves the torn piece of binder paper up and down, and her mom finally takes it.

“That's...” her voice trails off as she reads. “...That really is important, actually.”

“I told you.”

Several long, silent minutes pass, before Eliza can muscle past the dumbfounded feeling and pull together some parental authority.

“It's still a school night,” Eliza reminds her, and gives her back the note. “You can continue this exercise in girl power tomorrow.”

“Aw, mo-om!” Alex whines.

“Bed, Alex,” Eliza says firmly, but she's smiling.

“Ten more minutes?” she pleads.

“Five.”

“Eight?”

“Five.”

“Okay.”

Alex doesn't push her luck. She promises to have the lights out in five minutes, and 'good nights' are exchanged once more. She can hear her mom chuckling as she shuts her bedroom door, 'Oh my goodness...'

Alex returns her attention to the piece of paper, and surveys her handiwork.

DO YOU WANT TO JOIN A CLUB LEEG LEAG CLUB FOR FEMALE EMPOWERMENT. WE ARE THE LEADERS

She hums to herself. Should she do it in cursive, maybe? No—her cursive 'a's' aren't any good, and this has to be good.

She stares at it for a few minutes more, until, “Alex! Lights out!” sounds from down the hall. She grumbles, but turns out her desk lamp and crawls back into bed.

The message, she decides, is fine.

Now...where to get envelopes...

“GREAT CAESAR'S GHOST.”

Kara keeps her head down and walks faster, intent on staying out of and entirely ignorant of the source of Perry's ire. She has stuff she wants to do on her lunch break. Stuff unrelated to solving Perry's problems, whatever they may be.

She arrives at her desk in one piece, and free to pursue her own interests for the next twenty minutes, give or take.

“Okay,” she mutters to herself, and attempts to crack her knuckles. (She just barely manages a measly 'pop,' much to her disappointment.) She pulls out a hefty brown paper bag from her satchel, along with a small, nondescript address book.

The book and the bag go on the desk, though the book takes lower priority as Kara withdraws a few sandwiches and gets those started. (Protein being a key component to success, and all.)

A third of the way into a ham on rye, Kara finally cracks open the address book. “Alright, so. Let's see, uh...other female superheroes...” she skims the first page, “I totally know...other...lady...superheroes....” her voice trails off, as the whole first page is, for one thing: void of any useful contact info, and also: severely lacking in the 'girl' department.

It's mostly a bunch of other super guys she's met while 'on the job.' Names and cities, nothing else. She flips the page. And the next. And the next.

“Rao,” she mumbles around a mouthful of sandwich. “Why don't I have more female friends?”

“Wardrobe, personality, abysmal career trajectory,” a voice drawls behind her. “Take your pick.”

Kara purposefully drops her sandwich on top of the address book, obscuring the info with turkey and shredded lettuce.

“That's not very nice, Cat,” Kara tells the Planet's gossip columnist.

Cat rolls her eyes.

“Well,” she says, “you know me, always so concerned with nice.”

And Kara doesn't have time for this. She rubs at the spot between her brows, sensing the angry furrow developing.

“I don't—”

“Grant!” Perry bellows from across the office. He storms over, and Kara attempts to hide in her desk chair, slouching for all she's worth.

Please just be here for Cat, please just be here for—

“Grant, I've got a bone to pick with—Kent! There you are! Listen, I need you to take care of something.”

Kara bites back a groan. “Sure, Mr. White,” she says, scooping the remnants of her sandwich into the bag, along with the book.

“Won't that ruin it?” Cat asks as Kara stands.

“...What?”

“The book,” she points to the book-shaped lump in the lunch bag, and eyes the collection of grease and mustard spots with no small amount of disdain.

“Probably,” Kara shrugs. “But...I think I needed a new one anyway.”

“These two pieces here?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, just a sec...”

Pa waits patiently as Clark bends the metal in question into relatively straight rods. He steps back once he's finished, and lets Pa inspect them.

“This one here is a bit cockeyed, I think.”

“Yeah, I see what you mean.”

“Maybe a few degrees to the left there?”

“I can try that, sure.”

“Well, give it a go, son.”

They're still discussing the relative crookedness of the metal when Ma pokes her head into the workshop, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

“Clark? Phone.”

Clark blinks, clearing the blue glow of heat vision from his eyes.

“...Really?”

He excuses himself from their project, trotting after Ma, all the while wondering who could be calling him. No one ever calls him. Except for Lana. But Lana prefers to yell at him in person.

“It loses something, over the phone,” she insists.

Ma points to the receiver sitting on the counter, and gets back to cleaning the engine block currently positioned in the middle of the kitchen floor. Clark has to step over it and avoid several puddles of oil.

“...Hello?”

There is no greeting, just a simple: “Can you help me with something?”

And it takes Clark a full minute to process.

“...Alex?”

It's a lovely evening in Gotham—lovely, of course, being a relative term. In Gotham, 'lovely' usually means something along the lines of, 'clear of oppressive rain clouds,' and 'minimal murderous clown activity.'

“We need to talk about this, Bruce.”

Bruce grunts before he growls, “What did I say about first names.”

Kara looks around the decrepit rooftop upon which Bruce is currently perched. Save for a couple of mangy-looking pigeons, they're entirely alone.

“Are you...are you serious, right now?”

Bruce gives her a look.

“Right, of course, when are you not.” Kara rolls her eyes. “Okay, Batman, we need to talk about this. We've got a list of potential recruits and neither of us thought to pay any attention to the fact that they're only gu—” she hears the sirens before he does, obviously, but within a second or two, the bat-signal is painted across the night sky. “Uggggh.”

“Duty calls.” Bruce intones, standing from his crouch and reaching for his grappling hook.

“Bruce.”

“We'll discuss this later,” he promises. Kara hears the telltale POFF of the hook being released. “Come along. Or don't.”

It's brusque and not exactly what Kara would call inviting. She does hesitate a moment, hovering over the poorly-lit street, watching as Bruce swings away.

“Ugh,” she groans again, ultimately taking off after him, but not before complaining under her breath, “your villains here are so weird.”

“I got him!”

“You got the last one!”

“Your point?”

“Sharing is caring.”

Coldsnap's head swivels back and forth between the two heroes, not entirely sure what's happening here, but then, not entirely opposed to the opportunity being afforded him—the opportunity to escape.

He backs away slowly at first, as the two young women bicker, and he's just about to dart down the street when the ground beneath him lurches to one side, and he's suddenly sprawled on the pavement.

“See? Got him.”

“Only because I was distracted.”

This is the scene Clark observes, when he touches down in Metropolis; Thunder and Lightning still arguing, but Coldsnap in cuffs, ready to be turned over to the authorities.

He clears his throat. “Excuse me,” he says uncertainly, awkwardly approaching the two, “uh. Hi.”

There's a break in their conversation as they regard the newcomer, eyeing him up and down in...bemusement? Confusion? A mix of the two?

Lightning (the younger one, Clark is pretty sure,) is the first to break, shrugging off the momentary bewilderment and grinning warmly before offering a hand.

“Superboy!” she exclaims. “Hi!”

“Hello.” He smiles, shaking her hand. Then he gently adds, “but it's...Superman, actually.”

“You don't look much older than us,” Thunder points out bluntly.

It's true—Thunder looks to be about his age, with Lightning just a mite younger. But Clark isn't really here to argue seniority or naming conventions; he quickly stoops to reach into his boot and withdraw a crumpled envelope.

“I uh,” he hasn't really practiced what he's going to say. He nervously smooths the paper. “I have a message. From...” He thinks for a moment. “...The Justice League.”

Thunder frowns. “...The what now?” and Lightning tilts her head to the side.

“Sounds cool.”

“Sounds corny.”

“It's cool,” Clark asserts. “Definitely cool.” He offers it to them, and isn't surprised when Lightning is the one to accept it. “Well. I'm—needed elsewhere,” he straightens up and puts his hands on his hips. “So. Have a nice...uh, day.”

Thunder rolls her eyes and Lightning snickers at him, but it's not that bad. At least, that's what he tells himself as he takes off and heads for the Daily Planet. (He's in town, he might as well say hi to Kara while he's here.)

He makes a quick stop at a phone booth, rummaging back in his boot for the (very crumpled) list, as well as a handful of change for the call.

“Gotta get pockets,” he mutters as he tucks the receiver between his shoulder and ear. “Maybe in the cape...?” A couple of pedestrians walk by, giving him weird looks.

He just smiles and waves.

The call goes through, and it's Eliza who answers after two rings.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Eliza,” Clark greets her. He expects her to be surprised; he doesn't call very often, as it's usually Kara who sets up meetings, visits, and so on.

But she doesn't miss a beat. “Oh, Clark! Do you want to talk to Alex?”

“I—yes,” he stammers. He must sound very confused, because she laughs.

“I know about the project—with the League? How's that going?” Clark hears soft clicks that suggest the phone is being moved or jostled, and then a slightly muffled, Alex, phone!

“It's going well,” he tells her, once she has the receiver back to her ear.

“That's good,” she says. “Let me know if you need any help, alright?”

“Okay,” Clark agrees, nodding, even though she can't see him.

“Alright, here's Alex.”

The same soft clicks and taps sound—the phone's being moved again. Alex's voice is in his ear a second later.

“How many did you do?” she asks, flat out.

“Hi, Alex,” Clark throws in the greeting to remind her that a 'hello' is nice, every now and again.

She gets the idea. “Hi Clark,” it's quick and perfunctory, and then it's back to the initial question: “How many did you do?”

“I got...four.” Clark goes over the list. “Three, really. I had to leave Wonder Woman's with some sentries on Themyscira. They have a strict 'no boys allowed' policy.”

Alex can't begrudge them—she often wishes she could enact a similar policy with their reading groups at school. (Spencer and Sam never do their work.) “Who're you gonna go to next?”

“Looks like...Vixen,” Clark says, consulting the list once more. “But I'm gonna stop by the Planet first, and say hi to Kara. Maybe let her know she doesn't have to worry about the League roster.” Neither of them have mentioned their project to Kara yet.

“Okay,” Alex says, because that's probably a good idea. “And tell her I say 'hi' too.”

He assures her that he'll pass along the message—after all, he's basically been playing middle man all day—and signs off.

He's leaving the phone booth, wondering where he should should go to change out of his suit, when he hears it: terrified cries from one city over.

He glances towards the bronzed globe across town, breaking up a skyline of squares.

The screaming intensifies.

He leaps towards the clouds. He can always catch Kara later.

“Hello, you've reached the personal number of Bruce Wayne. Master Bruce is unavailable to come to the phone right now, so do leave your name and number, and myself or another member of his staff shall return the call on his behalf. Thank you.”

BEEP

“Hi Bruce. I know you said you don't really use this number, but you didn't give me any other contact information, and we need to finish our conversation from the other night. So, give me a call back if you can, thanks!”

CLICK

[Message left on October 3rd at 5:28 PM]

“Hi Bruce. Calling again because we really need to talk. I've left a few other messages, and you have my number at the Planet. Except...maybe don't call that one. But if that's the only one you can call, fine. Because we really need to talk. Really.”

[Message left on October 5th at 6:14 PM]

“Hey Bruce. Haven't heard back from you yet, left another message a few days ago about that talk we still need to have, so if you have a minute, please call me back. Thanks.”

[Message left on October 7th at 4:36 PM]

“Hey Bruce. Seriously, call me back.”

[Message left on October 8th at 8:43 AM]

“Do you know how to operate your answering machine? Call me back, Bruce.”

[Message left on October 9th at 11:23 AM]

“Bruce, the Watchtower goes online next week. The Secretary of State is going to be there, and Arthur's bringing Mera, and we cannot have a team of just twelve guys. Call me back.”

[Message left on October 12th at 3:54 PM]

“Two days, Bruce.”

[Message left on October 12th at 4:03 PM]

“TWO. DAYS.”

[Message left on October 12th at 5:12 PM]

“I will use the bat-signal. I swear to Rao.”

[Message left on October 12th at 5:45 PM]

“I mean it, Bruce.”

[Message left on October 12th at 7:29 PM]

“Hi Bruce. Commissioner Gordon. Bullock says that gal from Metropolis dropped by, tried to use the signal. If you could maybe pass along a message to The Bat: Remind him to tell his friend that the signal's police property, and off-limits to civilians—even ones with superpowers.... Also, Bullock seems to think she swiped some of his donuts.”

[Message left on October 13th at 12:11 AM]

“So you're probably going to be getting a call from Gotham PD but I would like to state, for the record, that it was absolutely that guy Bullock's fault. ...call me back, Bruce. I mean it.”

[Message left on October 13th at 12:37 AM]

“Also you're probably going to hear about a donut-related incident. Which I can explain.”

[Message left on October 13th at 5:26 AM]

“Alfred. Tell Bruce to call me back.”

[Message left on October 13th at 6:32 AM]

“Is this because I made fun of the trunks that one time?”

[Message left on October 13th at 6:57 AM]

“Watchtower goes online TOMORROW BRUCE, you are the ABSOLUTE WORST, DO YOU KNOW THAT, YOU...JERK...GUY?!”

[Message left on October 13th at 7:15 AM]

“Wait wait I thought of a better comebac—yes, Mr. White, this is definitely...not a source per se but—yes Mr. White, I'll—yes, Mr. White. …......Can't talk now but oh, just you wait, Bruce. Just you wai—sorry Mr. White, yes. I'm getting off the phone.”

CLICK

[Voicemail full]

“It's not that I hate him...I just want to throw him into space, you know?”

They're back at the Watchtower—which is bustling with members of the press and a number of suit-clad secret service agents, on loan from the President in order to make sure Secretary Marsdin is properly protected.

(As if the dozen or so superheroes on the premises wasn't enough.)

“Yes,” Eliza nods.

“You might have mentioned that to us, once or twice,” Jeremiah says.

“Six times.” Alex helpfully supplies. “You've said it six times.”

Kara is about to go for seven, but the crowd at the end of the hall parts. She wonders if maybe Arthur has arrived, or Wally.

Instead, she sees Secretary Marsdin striding purposefully down the hall, headed in their direction.

“Oh, oh no.” Kara mutters. Eliza and Jeremiah glance towards the approaching cluster of press and politicians. “I can't—we're not—oh no.”

“It's okay, Kara,” Eliza assures her, “I'm sure she'll understand that the League is...very new, and that you're all still figuring things out, and—”

“She's been pushing for gender equality since before we came to this planet,” Kara mutters forlornly, “and I've just set humans back like. Thirty years.”

“Noooo,” Jeremiah shakes his head. “...Maybe ten. But certainly not thirty.”

Eliza sighs. “Sweetie, you're not helping.”

“Sorry.”

Kara groans quietly. “I am going to throw Bruce into space—”

“Seven!” Alex chirps.

Kara nods absently. “I mean it. I'm—oh, gosh, she's right there—is my cape okay?”

“Your cape's good,” Alex tells her, giving her a thumbs up. Kara grins nervously, and is about to thank Alex, but then, there she is. The United States Secretary of State.

“Supergirl,” she greets Kara, extending a hand. And though Kara has long tried to get the public to switch over to the more age-appropriate Superwoman, it is still...very cool to hear Secretary Marsdin say it.

Kara swallows her nerves and returns the handshake, grateful that she doesn't get sweaty palms on this planet.

“Madam Secretary,” she replies, voice cracking towards the end. She covers it with a slight clearing of her throat. “I—uh. It's an honor to meet you.”

“Likewise,” she says with a wink.

And it is only thanks to her time at the Daily Planet, interviewing various heads of state and high-ranking officials, that Kara manages to keep her dignity intact, and respond with something polite and (dare she say it) moderately clever.

“Good job,” Alex whispers as they all head towards...well, they're still calling it 'the bridge' because Kara has not yet come up with a cooler name.

“Thanks,” Kara whispers back, but she's distracted, as panic has set in once more. They're about to reveal the roster, and formally introduce the Justice League to the world.

“Tell me about this team of yours,” Secretary Marsdin says, ignoring the myriad of reporters asking for a statement.

“Ah, well...not really...my team,” Kara tells her. “Batman played an integral part in—”

“I assume you've gathered the best of the best?”

“...Um. Some of the best...?”

“And I'm sure I don't have to tell you,” they stop right in front of the metal doors leading to the bridge, “that this League will have an immense responsibility, as you've taken on the role of Earth's protectors.” Kara gulps noisily. “Millions—possibly billions—of people will be looking to you and your peers for hope. An ideal to strive towards.”

“Y-yes,” Kara nods vigorously. “Right.”

“—A source of inspiration, for the next generation—”

“C-certainly, but maybe—”

“—Men, women and children the world over—”

Kara notices that at least nine different news outlets are recording this.

“—Look to these heroes, and see themselves represented in their ranks—”

“Crap.” Kara hisses under her breath.

“—A true international band of heroes—”

Can Kryptonians black out? Kara feels dangerously close to doing so.

She's so nervous, she misses the end of Marsdin's speech. She's looking at Kara expectantly.

“Shall we?” Marsdin repeats.

“Uh.”

It's not like Kara can say 'no.' She has no choice but to press her hand to the scan, and allow the crowd to meet the team.

She hangs back with Eliza, Jeremiah, and Alex as the press shuffles past, mentally composing her apology.

“Oh!” She hears Marsdin exclaim, and yes, yes, she is definitely throwing Bruce into space later, once he actually shows up, that...jerk...guy.

Eliza gives her shoulder an encouraging pat before she heads in, hands up, the phrase 'I can explain' ready to go...

And then she stops short.

Because the team gathered on the bridge is...for one thing, much larger than the initial six regular, six reserve members they'd formally invited.

And this large new selection of heroes?

Entirely female.

“What a pleasant surprise!” Marsdin is saying, already shaking hands and introducing herself to those gathered near the door. The reporters and journalists erupt with questions—cameras flash, and microphones are thrust forward as comments are requested.

Black Canary. Huntress. One of the Hawks. Some of the kids from Jump City. Bumblebee...and a bunch of others Kara recognizes from various news reports.

“...How...?” she's trying to figure out what's happening here. Did Bruce get her nine million messages and decide to mess with her? Or maybe Arthur randomly decided to—

She feels her cape move as Alex comes to stand next to her.

“You're welcome,” Alex says.

Notes: - The exchange: ‘Sweetie what are you doing’ ‘important stuff mom’ is all @thatsjustsupergirl

- I figure the Justice League qualifies as an international organization/agency, so the Secretary of State...kind of has business being there...? ...In this universe, let’s say. - Honestly I write these things well after midnight so who knows if they make any sort of sense.

#Stranger writes #supergirl fic #cool aunt kara AU #long post #borderline crackfic #kara danvers #alex danvers

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deathtonormalcy56 · 8 years ago

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I Confess - Part 6

Summary: Confessions are hard - and the reader is going to experience just how hard first hand.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1876

Warnings: Fluff in the beginning, some angst towards the end

Beta: @unkindnessphalanges

A/N: This may sort of feel like a filler, but it felt like a really good place to stop. Also it helped me get into the groove of not only the story again, but writing in general. There’s going to be another (maybe two depending on how long they get) part before the series ends, so if you want to be tagged let me know! Hope you guys like it! xoxo

I Confess Masterlist

The opaque, white light of a full moon shone through the crevices of the tree canopy looming above. The silhouettes of their leaves danced and swirled with the late-night breeze before gently tumbling to the damp ground. Using the patches of light as your guide, you casually strode along the decaying foliage.

Besides the soft rustling of branches and the squelching sound of your boots trudging through the mucky path, the forest was oddly quiet. Not so much to make your hunter senses kick into high alert, but enough to keep you on edge. For possibly the hundredth time on your trek, you rummaged through the inside pocket of your jacket and pulled out your cellphone.

‘41°24'12.2"N 2°10'26.5"E. 9 pm. Don’t be late. – S.’

You copied and pasted the coordinates into your GPS and stared at the map. “Well, if this thing is correct,” you mumbled, squinting at the blinking blue dot that represented your location, “I should arrive just…about…now.”

As the last word slid out, you froze in your tracks and glanced up, finding yourself on the edge of two vastly different areas. Fanning out behind you, the forest crawled out into two trails that met to form an almost perfect circle over two hundred feet across from you.

“You made it! Just in time too.”

Sharply you jutted your head towards the source. Leaning his palms back against an old bedsheet with his long legs casually crossed in front was Sam, beaming directly at you. You felt your lips curve into a slight smirk at his laid-back appearance.

“Sam,” you smoothly replied as you crossed the short distance between the two of you, “what are we doing out here?”

His smile deepened as your toes met the edge of the thin cotton. Uncrossing his legs and sitting up, he patted the small space between his thighs, “Sit down and you’ll find out.”

Furrowing your brows, you plopped down onto the sheet nonetheless, choosing to trust that whatever it was Sam had up his sleeve was worth it. Scooting back to lean against his chest, you were welcomed with a pair of arms that simultaneously curled around your waist.

Hovering over your shoulder, Sam eagerly asked one simple question, “You ready?”

Biting your lip in anticipation, you nodded your head. “Good,” he answered before uncovering his watch, “Because your birthday gift should be here in three, two, and -.” Not bothering to finish the countdown, Sam looked up to the sky, and you followed suit.

For a moment, everything went still. The wind died down, causing the soft rustling to quiet with it. It was as if the whole world had stopped. There was only you, Sam, and the bitter mixture of anxiety and impatience.

And then, it happened.

Shyly at first, like it was too afraid of what consequences may occur by its arrival. But that failed to last long. Soon the ink colored sky was not only sprinkled in faint white dots, but streaked in yellow-orange hues. You gawked at the simplistic beauty of it, watching the concentrated color fade to a stark white.

As soon as it arrived, it was gone. Another fleeting moment finished too soon. “That’s it?” you spoke softly, still scanning the sky for any remanence of the shooting stars.

“That’s it,” Sam answered, pulling you closer against him, “I know it may not be the exact gift you were looking for, but I found that bucket list of yours and figured -.”

Gently you placed one finger on his lips, bringing his fumbling to a quick end. “It was amazing,” you reassured him with a warm smile, “and sweet, and kind, and wholesome, just like you.”

“How did I get so lucky?” Sam muttered as he stared at you in adoration.

“Well, all it really took was some demon blood, a couple of apocalypses, and a lot monsters to get you to where you are today, so there’s that,” you playfully joked.

You felt his response before you heard it, the low vibration in his chest increasing until a throaty chuckle bubbled out. “Hmm,” he hummed as he placed a gentle kiss on the tip of your shoulder, “I’m not sure I could get a do-over of that, so sorry, but you’re stuck with me now.”

“Is that so?”

Sam hummed again in response, his fingers rubbing small circles in your sides. “Huh,” you stated, leaning your head on his, “Not that it matters though. Heaven nor Hell could take me away from you. Not now, not ever.”

His body tensed at your words, his own tone much more serious than before, “Is that a promise I hear?”

Biting your bottom lip once again, you flashed him a confident smirk, “I guess that is.”

The loud wham of a splintering wood door slamming into its feeble frame jerked you from your thoughts. Rubbing the blurry residue clouding your vision from the past hour of sniffling in the solitude of the motel parking lot, you scanned for the origin.

Door 178. A petite blonde with arms tightly crossed in front of her chest, stormed from the entranceway and into the parking lot. Within seconds a stocky guy, who you assumed was a boyfriend of some sort, frantically popped out. Locking the door in a haste, he sped walked to catch up to his fuming company.

You halfheartedly snickered at the scene as you ran the back of your hand underneath your nose. It was silly really – the way the guy always was the one to run back to the girl, even if it was her wrongdoing to begin.

‘Sorry darling, but you won’t be that lucky,’ the faint voice creeped into your thoughts, ‘Poor ol’ Sammy will be the one running out the door, not you.’

Squeezing your eyes shut, you pressed your palms onto the sockets, allowing yourself to focus on the pressure. “God damn,” you growled to your conscious, “I’m getting so sick of you.”

“Really? I thought even after this crap-fest we could still maybe be friends.”

Dean’s voice echoed from behind you. Shifting around on the faded yellow parking bumper you were perched on; a sudden wave of nausea overcame you. “Really?” you quirked an eyebrow, eyeing him as he moved to accompany you, “’Cause I think ‘friends’ is quite the lackluster definition for where our relationship stands now.”

Dean groaned as he stooped to your level, “Maybe, but since when were we the kind to call it as it is anyways?”

“Valid,” too emotionally exhausted to argue otherwise, you consented.

Silence flourished at the end of your sentence. You may have only been millimeters apart physically, but the weight of Dean’s yet to be spoken announcement created an nonrepressible divide. There was only one reason he would have come to disrupt your sad attempt at peace.

“He’s awake.”

Two words. Two insignificant, little words had the ability to make your stomach knot and twist, and your heart to stop. You stared dead ahead, focused on the metallic sheen of the beat-up Ford’s license plate across from you.

“He’s asking for you,” Dean’s voice waivered this time. He was just as afraid as you. It was his brother after all. It was selfish of you to believe that you would be the only one to get burned.

Inhaling a deep, shaky breath, you uneasily ran your hands down your thighs. “Well,” you glanced to the eldest Winchester, “now or never, right?”

Dean’s gaze flickered between your bloodshot eyes, his hesitation only breaking through for a moment before clouded by his all too famous poker face. You received no comfort, no false hopes or expectations, just his open hand with a steading grip to bring you to your feet.

Slowly you strolled up to the motel door and turned the handle. Your foot had yet to cross the threshold before Sam was already barreling towards your direction.

“(Y/N)!” He exclaimed, worry evident in his features has he jumped off the edge of the bed, “Oh my god, (Y/N) are you okay?! Dean told me about the ghost, and how -.”

It was then that Sam paid note to the weird way the atmosphere was titled around you. How off everything was, from the look in your eyes to the way your fingers thrummed nervously along your pant seam.

“Sweetheart,” he timidly stated, “what’s wrong?”

The pureness of his tone shook you to your core. You were about to break the single most gentle, gracious, kindhearted soul on possibly the entire planet, along with a promise that had been long forgotten. You were about to bring a complete end to the world Sam Winchester had created with you – the place he had learned to finally call home.

“I – uh, I think I’ll give you two some space,” Dean stuttered, unable to meet his brother’s gaze, before quickly shutting the door.

Now alone with Sam and only Sam, your brain went into overdrive. Desperately you tried to calm your beating heart by looking anywhere in the dank motel room but Sam, focusing only on the shallow breaths you were uneasily pumping in and out.

Sam cautiously walked towards you, observing every inch of you to try to gather some intel as to what in the world was going on. Matching his pace, you scrambled backwards, meeting the wood barricade hard.

“It’s Dean,” you blurted out.

Walking up to you like a trainer to a petrified puppy, Sam smoothly asked, “What about Dean? Is he hurt?”

“No, no, not hurt,” you whimpered, the fragile foundation that was holding you up the last couple days crumbled beneath your feet. Tears pooled along your lashes for what had to be the hundredth time that night. You had surely thought by now there would be none left to shed.

Always patient and sympathetic, Sam gingerly lifted his hand to go place it on your cheek. His fingertips only grazed your skin before you flinched and jerked your head towards the opposite direction. Ignoring the pang of hurt, he let it fall back to his side.

“(Y/N), please,” your hands clenched into fists at the sound of his pleading voice, “talk to me. You can tell me anything, no matter what. You know that. I’m here for you, always – I promise.”

There they were again – the two words that make weight of failure that much heavier, the phrase that changes everything. You licked your lips before precariously turning to face Sam, every nerve in your body on edge.

“You shouldn’t say that, you know,” you quietly spoke as you watched the shades of confusion and worry interchange in Sam’s eyes, “Promises are finicky things, and after what I’m going to confess? I doubt it will hold.”

“Dean’s not hurt,” you forced the words out of your clenched teeth, willing the duct tape on the massive cracks in your dam to hold just a while longer, “Neither am I.”

“(Y/N), get to the point,” Sam’s pushed, his patience growing thin.

“Dean and I, we -,” you paused, engraving every ounce of love and compassion reflected at you because all of it was going to be washed away. “We kissed, Sam,” the truth slipped out as a whisper, “but we also did so much more.”

Part 7

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simptasia · 8 years ago

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How about Charladay for the ship ask?

Thank you, I wanted to be send this pairing! I got really verbose for this!

Daniel/Charlotte

How did they they meet?

Dan and Char happened to be at the dock at the same time. Dan with Eloise and Caroline saying their goodbyes, doing their hugs. Char, carrying her bags onto the boat, sees this from a distance and feels curiosity about this sad and confused looking man. Formal introductions are done on the boat. Naomi introduced the other four members of the science team to each other.

Dan and Charlotte had an instant connection. Dan held the handshake just a bit too long before he realised what he was doing and pulled away bashfully. They both laughed it off nervously. This was a preview for the next 3 months of their relationship. Cute awkward moments, held gazes, and accidental flirting.

(miles, to naomi: [flatly] they’re so cute, i’m gonna throw up)

Who developed romantic feelings first?

Oh, Dan got a crush really quick. Char got feelings for Dan pretty fast too, it just took her a bit to let her admit it to herself.

I think they both felt guilty about crushing on each other, for different reasons. Dan, because his Mom gave him a weird guilt complex about having romantic relationships/feelings (THIS ISN’T EVEN A HEADCANON, THIS IS LITERALLY CANON FROM THE SHOW!!!) and felt like, if likes a girl then she’ll get hurt. Theresa got hurt, after all. And Char, because at this point, pre-island, Dan was really sick. Dan had severe brain damage and Char felt like she if did anything, she’d be taking advantage of somebody who’s mentally impaired.

So their relationship was that of cute friendship, Char taking it upon herself to help and support Dan… and achey pining.

Who is their biggest “shipper?”

I joke but it’s actually Miles. Like, take what I’ve described already and remember… Miles was there. As well as Miles actually thinking they’re cute, it’s genuinely frustrating when two people who are CLEARLY into each other… are just dancing around the subject. Sometimes Miles just wanted to groan “UGH JUST GET IT OVER WITH AND KISS ALREADY” and I imagine he sometimes did make some implicating quips around them, which just embarrassed them.

Miles has a way of playing off his actual emotions as jokes. He actually did want Dan and Char to be together, but he said his remarks in sarcastic way.

The way I see Miles of view of Dan/Char is thus:

30% annoyed, 10% jealous and 60% totally for it (and also he wants in)

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?

[sobbing] muh hu huu… they didn’t kiss in canon. and they sure as fuck didn’t kiss off screen. sure, it’s clear they’re close but not that close yet

So as I see it, their first kiss happened in limbo land, after they both remember. Char, overcome with giddy emotion, kisses Dan. Repeatedly.

Who confessed their feelings first?

Dan, canonically! That scene with Richard (damn Faraday, Richard loves love!)

Char looks genuinely surprised and later on, she even gives Dan a chance to take it back. Which he doesn’t. This fascinates the hell outta me. She didn’t know?!She didn’t know that Dan loved her!! She couldn’t tell?? That’s amazing. It says something about Charlotte that she was disbelieving that Dan loved her.

Oh my gosh, they both thought the feelings were one-sided…

What was their first official date?

Friendship thing that is sort of date-like: As a part of their budding friendship on the boat, they started eating lunch and playing chess together in Dan’s room

Actual date: They started dating in limbo. After running into each other a few times, Char decided they should meet again on purpose and gave Dan her number. They went to a cafe for their first date.

How do they feel about double dates/group dates?

AND MILES MAKES THREE

[ahem] uh, well, i think once they all remember, that they would all want to spend time together and this leads to things… polyamorous things…

What do they do in their down time?

watch tv & movies, mostly star trek

talk and talk and taaaalk

KISS AND CUDDLE (and also bang)

i’ve pictured them playing piano together. or at least, char sits next to him and happily sings badly

What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?

i think it goes without saying that this takes place in limbo right?

in this life, eloise hasn’t got her reasons to be possessive of dan so she’d be less of a total bitch to char as she was to theresa. but char is quick to remind ellie that hey, you killed you son and i don’t like you. dan is conflicted (as in the two lives they’ve lived are conflicting and he legit isn’t sure how to feel)

jeanette is just like, oh haha of course an american

What was their first fight over and how did they get past it?

going back to boat times now. dan has a bad day (like all mentally ill people he has good days and bad days) where he isn’t holding it together and is letting out some bitterness, and he voices some frustrations against his mother & upbringing. then he quickly backtracks and downplays what he said

char impulsively responds to this by telling him not to defend his mother (because from what char had heard, ellie’s terrible. and she is)

this causes dan and char to have an… upsetting back and forth

how they got past it? well, the tone was only angry for a bit and quickly went to sadness and then comforting, which leads to a tearful hug (and thats good)

also dan didn’t remember this the next day

Which one is more easily made jealous?

jealous is a strong word. i can see dan feeling glum, not jealous

and char wouldn’t feel any threat towards their relationship to feel jealous

What is their favourite thing to get to eat?

dan: noodle & pasta products

char: CHOCOLATE

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?

i was about to say both but altho char is plenty cuddly, we all know that dan would be on a whole new level. i take great joy in how tactile this character is and this i must revel in it. cuddles and petting and nuzzles and kisses!!!!

oh boy all of the positions have their merits, like:

char spooning dan. being held tight whilst curled up a bit

dan spooning char. hands on her body, face in her hair

dan laying on char’s chest… hand on tit!

char on dan’s chest (careful there), hands on back, waist or arse and also the hair because dan has two hands

all of these sound like dreams come true (both dan’s dreams and mine)

Are they hand holders?

YESSS!!!! [SMASHES THAT MOTHERFUCKING LIKE BUTTON!!!]

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?

Liiiimbo land again.

So I already decided, they go on a few dates without remembering their living lifes. Then when they do remember, after they’re over the shock, Char is very on board with making up for lost time and takes Dan to her place. [winks loudly]

So however long it takes to have like three dates, I guess. A month??

Who tops?

ah bless, this questionnaire was not made for m/f ships

but technically speaking… both

char has a strap on, because i said so. and dan wants to know what it feels like, having been curious about the activity for quite some time

What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into?

Hmm… thinking about it… I imagine most of their firsts go well

Altho I do imagine their first time having sex is wonderful but Dan gets a sensory overload afterwards (as an autistic person, this is cathartic for me to imagine)

Who does the shopping and the cooking?

either, both… [shrugs]

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness?

i decided long ago that none of the science team are neat… but dan is the most neat, which isn’t saying much. because i imagine he has pens and paper and leftovers every where. and char’s got like, her papers everywhere too. and tea mugs in places. tho char does get annoyed at left out plates & cups

so basically, they’re both messy but with standards

Who proposes?

AWWW! I don’t know! I have pictured them getting married…

but I dunno how they got there… it feels like a Dan thing to bring up. But none of that knee and box stuff. He holds both her hands in his and asks her.

Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?

Hahahaha, oh nooo, there’s no way this would happen. No matter how much Miles wants Dan to have one. (Miles just ends up going to a strip club alone)

Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?

Miles has gotta be best man. And we didn’t see Naomi in limbo but we should have, and she’s gonna be there. Quite a lot of the other characters have already moved on, so it limits Dan and Char’s already limited options, ya see.

Frank and Richard

Big Ceremony or Small?

no feelings generated about this except… outside

Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where?

I hadn’t imagined anything specific for… holy shit, it occurs to me that Char is an Indiana Jones type anthropologist. She could take Dan anywheres in the world and he’d never have been there (for altho he is rich, he is just a boy with a heart full of music) and she’d be jazzed as fucked to show him the WORLD

fuck the honeymoon, i’ve created a spin off idea

Do they have children? How many?

I like to think that if they did have a kid, it’d be a son named Desmond. Because that’s what I give them in Sims.

#lost headcanons #drdanielfaraday #haroldwrens

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fireladybuckley · 8 years ago

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A New Year’s Gift

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS) Pairing: Bones/Reader Prompt/Request: Sequel to my Christmas fic Walking in a Winter Wonderland. Also requested by the wifey (and myself, cause the first one was really fun). Word Count: 3534 Warnings: Smooches Tag “list”: @outside-the-government Author’s Note: If you feel like you’ve read this before, you probably have! I just moved my blog to a new account, so please feel free to re-like and re-follow, as I will soon be deleting the old blog! <3

Two weeks have passed and you’ve had an amazing time with your family. Everyone got along really well, for once, and you’d done a lot of fun things. You’d gone shopping at the cute little market that sprang up every Christmas time, finding a lot of wonderful handmade things for your friends back at Starfleet. You’d gone sledding and skating with your younger siblings, and the large family dinners had been delicious. Part of you never wanted to leave this warm, loving atmosphere for the hard work waiting for you back at Starfleet, but the other part of you loved your schoolwork and training and couldn’t wait to get back. Besides, a certain someone was going to pick you up to bring you back to Starfleet, and it gave you a little shiver of excitement every time you thought about it.

Finally it’s time to go. You hug everyone goodbye, taking pictures with your siblings as they crowd around you in your uniform. Your mom cries, but you reassure her you’ll be back as soon as you can. At exactly six o’clock, there’s a firm knock on the door, and your heart leaps into your chest. It’s him! He’s here! You force yourself to remain calm as you pull on your uniform jacket, zip up your suitcase after your little brother shoves some last minute thing into it, and turn to face the door as your mother goes to open it. “Hello, ma’am,” comes Leonard’s polite voice from behind the door. “I’m here to pick up Y/N.”

“I’m here!” you call, tugging your suitcase along behind you and going to the door before your mother can invite him in. It’s belatedly occurred to you that you should have warned the family someone was coming to get you; now you know your family is going to think you were hiding a boyfriend.

“You look wonderful,” Leonard says with a smile as you appear in the doorway. Sighing inwardly, as this will only cement the thought in your family’s mind that Leonard is your boyfriend, you thank him and turn to hug your mother goodbye. Her eyebrow is raised and she looks both amused and offended that you never told her about this handsome man, and you shoot her a silencing look. She thankfully seems to get the hint, though you know you will have to put up with multiple messages from her later. You hug her and wave goodbye to everyone else, and then you’re outside alone with Leonard, tugging your heavy suitcase along with you. The streetlamps cast a golden glow and fat, fluffy snowflakes float around you again, just in time for your second walk with him.

“How was your holiday?” he asks as you begin to walk along the street. You look at him, smiling, open your mouth to speak, and promptly catch your foot on a crack in the slippery sidewalk and begin to fall.

You yelp as you drop the handle of your suitcase and tumble forwards. You can hear and sense him lunging after you but you’re falling too fast and you hit the ground hard, a loud grunt escaping you as your chest impacts the icy pavement. You groan as he crouches beside you, and when you reluctantly look up at his face, he looks concerned and amused.

“That good, huh?” he teases as you flip over so you’re sitting on your rear end, brushing snow and ice off of the front of your jacket. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you say, your voice a bit small. Your cheeks are flushed with embarrassment and you feel mortified. How stupid you must have looked, flailing wildly as you flew through the air and belly flopped onto the sidewalk!

He holds out his hand for you to take and helps you stand. You avoid looking at him as you finish brushing yourself off and retrieve your suitcase. He obviously notices the lack of eye contact and you see his gloved hand approaching you, then feel the softness of the fabric as he hooks his forefinger under your chin and tilts your head up, making you look at him.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he tells you, his voice reassuring. “I’ll tell you something that might make you feel a little better… in my first year as a cadet, I tripped over the edge of a tire that was part of an obstacle course in the first year physical training class.”

You remember the class vividly, as you’d just completed it the previous semester, and you remember how tough that particular course was. You can picture him, falling as he tries to run through the tire section, bouncing off the hard rubber surfaces as he hit them. You nod and cringe slightly, wondering how this is supposed to make you feel better; it sounded like it had hurt, which made you feel bad for him, not amused. He seems to sense what you’re thinking, because he lets out a soft, rueful laugh and shakes his head.

“Oh, it didn’t hurt much, because it was the very last line of tires and I fell face first… into the mud pit. You know the one we’re supposed to get to after the tires, and swing across on a rope? Yeah, face first.” He sighs and shakes his head, grinning a bit embarrassedly and continuing on. “I was caked in mud from my head to about my knees, and everyone thought it was the funniest thing they’d ever seen. Of course the instructor made me finish the course as I was, so I ran the rest of it half-blind, trying to clear the mud from my eyes.”

Despite feeling extraordinarily bad for him and letting out a sympathetic groan, you do giggle a little at the mental image, and he smiles down at you.

“I was really mad about it for the longest time,” he admits, “but after a while I realized just how ridiculous I must have looked and it made me laugh.” You smile at him, feeling a lot better (at least you didn’t have mud all over your face), and nod. He smiles back and leans down to kiss you, just a soft press of his lips to yours, and you feel tingles spreading all through your body. He pulls away fairly quickly and you set off once more your mind buzzing from the little kiss.

Feeling a better about your fall now, you begin to tell him about your holiday, including a bit more about your family and the activities you’d done.

“Oh, and we went to my favourite craft market, and… well, I got you something,” you say, excitement flooding through you. “It’s just a silly little thing, but I thought of you immediately.”

“I bet I’ll love it,” he tells you, grinning. “As it so happens, I got you a little somethin’ too.” Your mouth falls open slightly in surprise, but then you beam back at him, touched that he thought of you and extremely excited to know what he got you. “Let’s wait till we get to the train to open them; it’s getting wetter out here,” he says, gesturing at the snow, which was indeed falling thicker every moment.

By the time the two of you make it to the train station, you’re absolutely covered in snow, your uniforms damp and your suitcases iced with a layer of white. You shake out your hair as you get inside and he laughs as snow and droplets of water go flying. You grin at him, threading fingers through your hair to make it lie somewhat straight again, but it has gone all wavy from the dampness. He seems to like it, though, and is about to comment on it when an announcement comes over the speaker system, telling everyone milling about that the train back to San Francisco would be delayed by at least half an hour. You both groan, then sigh simultaneously. You look at each other and burst out laughing at the twin reactions. You decide to stow your luggage on the train, finding your preferred seats together and tossing your cases up into the luggage rack, so you don’t have to drag them with you. Each of you retrieves your gift for the other, and you leave the train again. You find a table behind a floor-to-ceiling bank of windows, so you can watch the snow without being cold. You’re already starting to shiver a bit from the dampness seeping through your clothes, but you ignore it, your gaze fixed on him.

“Shall we exchange, then?” he asks, and you nod eagerly, excited both to see what he got you, and to see if he liked what you got for him. He hands you a somewhat long, mostly flat rectangular package. It’s wrapped in a plain but shimmery blue paper with a simple silver ribbon tied around it, and you smile to see that he went to the trouble of curling the ends of the ribbon for you. You hand over your gift for him; a cube shaped box that you’ve wrapped in light blue paper that has reindeer all over it, with a big red bow on the top of the package.

“This is so pretty!” you say, gently pulling on the ribbons and smiling as they bounce back.

“I like this, too,” he says, examining the reindeer paper. “Very festive. You go first,” he says, gesturing at his gift. You open your mouth to protest, but he holds up a hand. “No, I insist!” he says firmly, so you laugh and nod, looking down at the gift.

You tug harder on the ribbons now until the little bow gives way under the pressure, pulling the silvery strip away from the present. You hesitate for a moment before you open it; the paper is so pretty, and you’re savouring the moment of anticipation. You can’t wait any longer though and you eagerly tear into the paper, wedging your finger into one of the folded parts at the bottom and ripping.

A moment later you’ve revealed a long, slender box with a transparent lid, and you can see a feather inside. Slightly confused, you look closer and realize it’s an old fashioned quill, complete with a small ink pot. The metal point of the quill is a shiny silver and the feather is brown and fluffy, but you can see some white and blue marks within it as well, beautifully highlighting it. You look down, and see that the flat, rectangular part of the gift is some kind of book, bound in a soft, dark, forest green leather. You caress the front page for a moment; it’s covered with an intricate design of leaves, gently pressed into the surface of the leather. You reach out and gently open the cover, turn a few pages; it’s completely blank.

“A journal,” he says, and you look up to see him watching you. “You told me one time that you love writing short stories, and with a pen and paper… so I figured this was just the kind of thing you’d like.”

You’re speechless for a moment, looking down at the gift. You can’t even put into words how touched you are at the thoughtfulness of it. You don’t even remember telling him you liked to write, and it is suddenly very apparent to you that he pays a good deal of attention to what you tell him, which makes your heart skip a beat. The journal is beautiful, with its soft leather and the gorgeous pattern, the spine smooth and firm. It looks like it’s been bound by hand, which is a rare talent at this point in time, with nearly everything on earth made by computers and robots. The quill is beautiful too, looking like it had been taken right out of the home of some scholar who lived during the 1800’s.

“Leonard, I-” you begin, shaking your head slightly, your words faltering. “They’re absolutely beautiful. I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he says, smiling warmly. “I’m just glad you like them!”

“I love them,” you say emphatically, gently flipping through the pages of the journal. “I don’t think I’ve ever owned anything so lovely. Thank you.” You reach out and squeeze his hand, smiling as he squeezes back. You know that you’re a bit flushed now but you feel like you’re glowing from the inside out with happiness.

“Alright, my turn then?” he says after a moment, letting go of your hand and pulling your wrapped present towards him. You feel a bit of the glow fading: your present is so silly compared to the one he got you, now you’re worried that he might not like it. It’s too late to say anything, though, as he’s finished ripping off the paper. He grins at you and sticks the bow to his chest, where it blends well with the uniform, making you giggle.

Leonard lifts the lid off the box and reaches inside, pulling out a somewhat lumpy package that you’d carefully wrapped in tissue paper so it wouldn’t break. He unwraps the tissue and stares at what rolls out into his hand for a long moment. It’s a light blue, hand crafted mug, with “World’s Best Doctor” painted on the side in large, bold, dark blue letters. You’d found it at one of the booths at the craft market you’d gone to over the break and had immediately thought of him when you’d seen it. You’d been thinking it was a bit of a joke gift, not realizing he’d have gotten you a present at all, let alone something so thoughtful. You bite your lower lip as you watch his reaction, cringing a little, hoping that it would go over well. Suddenly, he beams at you, and you feel the tension that had been building in your stomach disappear.

“I love it!” he exclaims, examining it a bit closer. “World’s best doctor. Damn right!” He grins at you with a wink and you laugh, relieved. He’s clearly delighted with the gift, far more than you’d expected, and you’re relieved and incredibly happy. He jumps up from his seat and you stand as well, smiling at him as he hurries over to you. He wraps his arms around you and you melt into him against his chest, sighing contentedly as you listen to his heart thumping against your ear. He squeezes you tight, prompting a tiny grunt of protest from you, then pulls away to arm’s length and looks down at you.

“Thank you so much, Y/N, you’re very sweet,” he says, brushing a stray hair away from your eyes. You smile up at him and shake your head.

“Not nearly as sweet as you are, that journal is absolutely gorgeous, and the quill-” your words are cut off mid-sentence as he leans down and presses his lips to yours. He pulls you closer again and your hands snake around behind him as one of his slips up into your hair, the other splayed in the middle of your back, holding you close. The kiss deepens, and you get completely lost in his embrace as the world dissolves around you. All that exists are you and him, with his firm embrace keeping you on your feet, his kiss shooting bolts of excitement and bliss through you.

You kiss for many long moments before a wolf whistle shatters the dream-like embrace you’ve slipped into. Leonard pulls away slightly and you look around, confused, to see a fellow cadet whose name you can’t quite remember walking past, grinning at the two of you and winking. Chuckling, Leonard gives you another kiss, but very brief this time, and releases you, leaving you pining for his touch once more.

“Ah, we should board now,” Leonard says after a moment as you stand there, swaying slightly on the spot, your mind still absorbed in that wonderful kiss. You nod in agreement and gather your gift from him, clutching it protectively against your chest as you begin to walk towards the train. Leonard disposes of the wrapping paper you’d both left behind and follows you, holding his new mug by the handle and showing it to everyone who glances at it.

You sit down in your seats once you’re on the train again and laugh as Leonard continues to show the mug to people walking by: fellow cadets, Starfleet officers and workers of the train alike. You carefully slip the journal and quill into the seat pocket in front of you so you can check your comm, as it’s been buzzing off and on for nearly the entire time since you’d left home.

You sigh and shake your head as you flip through the messages you’ve received; six from your mother and several from other people in your family, demanding to know why they hadn’t heard about your new boyfriend, and why you hadn’t introduced him to the family when he’d come to collect you.

“My whole family thinks we’re dating now,” you tell him ruefully, as he finally sets his new mug down on the tray table and looks over at you curiously, seeing you on your comm. “Why’d you have to say I look wonderful at the door?” you ask him, teasingly, though you’re not sorry he said it; it had made your heart flutter at the time, just as it was now at the memory.

“Because you do look wonderful,” he replies in a matter-of-fact voice. “Does it bother you that your family thinks we’re dating?” he asks after a moment, his voice playful.

“Well, no,” you admit, grinning. “It’s just a lot of explaining to do, that we’re not, actually…” you say, feeling a little embarrassed but amused all the same.

“Well…” he trails off, pondering for a moment, then he turns in his seat as the train begins to move forward, looking at you. “How about we make it easier on you. Let’s start dating,” he says, and his tone is serious but light, and there’s a small smile curling his lips. You stare at him for a moment, a half-smile frozen on your face, as you try to process what he’s just said.

“Really?” you say, excitement starting to course through you at the very thought of the proposition. Dating Leonard? That would absolutely make your year… and the New Year was still a few hours off!

“Really,” he laughs, reaching out for your hand and enveloping it in both of his. “What do you say?”

“Well, yeah! Of course! I mean, yes!” you say, a bit too enthusiastically, blushing, but then grinning as he laughs softly. He leans forward and gives you a quick kiss, but it’s difficult to maintain as the train starts gaining speed, so you content yourselves with settling back in your seats and leaning against him. He puts an arm around your shoulders and tucks you as close as is possible with the arm of the seat wedged between you. You eventually drift off to sleep from the motion and hum of the train, the feeling of his warm arm around your shoulders, and the great contentment that has filled you.

A couple of hours later, the train pulls to a stop at the Starfleet Academy station and Leonard shakes you gently awake. You gather your things, holding the journal and the box containing the quill to your chest again as you pull your suitcase with the other hand. You’re following along behind Leonard, not really paying much attention as you head towards the Academy, sleepiness clouding your thoughts.

People are suddenly shouting and you look around as your enter the very large grassy quad between a couple of the buildings. There are cadets and officers everywhere, lots of shouting, music playing, and laughter. You realize that it must be nearly midnight and you look up at the large clock on the side of the building to see that it says 11:59. You unzip your bag and carefully stow your journal and quill inside, then look back at Leonard, who is smiling down at you.

“We made it just in time!” he says loudly, so you can hear him over the shouting and the music. You grin and lean against him as he raises an arm to invite you closer, and you watch the crowd getting more and more excited as the seconds pass. Suddenly many people begin shouting the countdown.

“Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five!”

You turn to Leonard so you’re facing him, looking up at his face. “Thanks again for the wonderful gift,” you say, smiling up at him.

“You’re welcome,” he replies, wrapping his arms around you. “Thank you, too.”

“Four! THREE! TWO! ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!”

“Happy New Year, Y/N,” Leonard says, then dips his head and kisses you deeply as fireworks explode in the background, lighting up the night with brilliant colours, even through your closed eyelids. The deafening sounds of cheering and bad singing are completely muffled as you lose yourself in a magnificent end to an unexpectedly wonderful evening, the possibilities presented by your new relationship flitting through your mind.

#star trek aos #star trek fanfic #reader/bones #readerxbones #reader/leonard mccoy #readerxleonard #reader/leonard #fluff #new year's #winter #starfleet academy #starfleet

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badlydrawnstuff · 7 years ago

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d-ho insults everyone the rp

Sheepy: Tadano: Oh, good to see you came. Sheepy: Dio: I'd like to inform you that you're not the boss of me anymore. Sheepy: Dio: I work as a bartender now amd that's ten times more important than whatever battle you want Tadpole and by extension me to fight in. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: That's a damn shame! I was handing out paychecks! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: *he throws the envelope at Dio like a ninja star* Heere's yours, you unwitting sack of grapes! Sheepy: Tadano: You can't quit. Sheepy: Dio: You two really want me that badly? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: You haven't heard yet??? Sheepy: Tadano: You haven't paid me back the $50 you owe me. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Not that! Sheepy: Dio: What? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Open it, open it! *he sounds.. excited? that's weird.* Sheepy: Dio: *he opens it, looking concerned * Sheepy: Dio: Is it a notice that I'm going to die of an incurable, fatal illness in three days? Arsé-kun: *it's a paycheck!!! and a note* Sheepy: Dio: It's my grave money to pay Charon with. *he takes the note out to read it* Arsé-kun: *it's about being re-hired for Deep! Holy shit!* Sheepy: Dio: I'll make Deedee take my place while I'm gone. Sheepy: Dio: I'll be able to come up with new alcoholic drink ideas in Schwartzwelt! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: That's the spirit! Sheepy: Tadano: Schwartzwelt was a traumatic experience that'll never leave me for the rest of my days and gave me heart problems. Great! I can't wait! *he doesn't sound sarcastic....* Arsé-kun: D-Ho: ... Welcome to the club. Sign up now, and get free PTSD along with your order. Sheepy: Dio: What's so concerning about it? Sheepy: Dio: What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Sheepy: Tadano: And if it kills me? Sheepy: Dio: It stinks to be you. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Samerecarm! Sheepy: Tadano: Samerecarm doesn't work on humans... does it? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Does too! It just has a time constraint. Sheepy: Tadano: *he looks doubtful* Arsé-kun: *and now it's awkward* Sheepy: Tadano: Hmm... running into walls was fun. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: You clumsy bastard, are you gonna drop into more pitfalls for your fetish, ho? Sheepy: Tadano: Fetish?! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Why else would you swan dive into those pitfalls, you crazhee fuck? Sheepy: Tadano: Because they're shortcuts! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: And I'm the ruler of fucking Jupiter! Sheepy: Dio: I watched him crab walk for a good twenty minutes, right in front of me. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: i suspect he's got more brain problems than heart problems! Sheepy: Dio: Like... every few seconds he'd pass by the entrance of where I was hanging out. I didn't have a contract with him yet. Eventually he came over and talked to me. Sheepy: Tadano: I was attracting demons so I could get stronger! Sheepy: Tadano: It's also much simpler to navigate places without changing direction... crab walking and walking backwards are very simple compared to having to face where I'm looking every time I walk. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: God forbid whee teach him to dodge roll. Sheepy: Tadano: The demonica has an automapper function so I can see where I'm going. Sheepy: Tadano: Besides... I get achievements for running into things! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Whoever installed that is fucking fired Sheepy: Tadano: I can't resist completing them all! Sheepy: Tadano: I only had a few missing when we left.... I'll never know what they were! Sheepy: Dio: Were you jumping into pitfalls and slamming into walls for achievements??? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Weirdo. Sheepy: Tadano: It's not weird! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: No, that's pretty weird, ho! Sheepy: Tadano: It gave me drive! It made it fun. Before, I was terrified of death and wondering if we could stop Schwartzwelt... Sheepy: Tadano: After they introduced the achievement system, it kind of felt like a game! Except I was stuck in the game... Sheepy: Tadano: When you're told that the higher-ups are going to drop a nuclear warhead on you, it makes you kose motivation... Sheepy: Tadano: L-look, I'm human, okay? I have flaws! Being one for achievement systems is one of my flaws! It makes me feel good about myself! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: *he's started writing on his gauntlet. he's up to something over there, on his lil stool* Sheepy: Tadano: What're you doing? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Noneya. Sheepy: Tadano: Is that a new video game? I haven't heard of it. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Noneya business. Sheepy: Tadano: It had a sequel?! Sheepy: Tadano: It must be really popular! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: It's gone, Private. The jokes gone. Sheepy: Tadano: Joke? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: it flew right past ya. Sheepy: Tadano: It sure did. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Woosh. Gone. Sheepy: Dio: Like my childhood. Sheepy: Dio: Gosh, I'm old. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: ... Sheepy: Dio: You're probably really old too. Sheepy: Dio: But... never forget: I'm older. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Jesus Christ, you make me look like a goddamn baby. Sheepy: Dio: I sure do. Sheepy: Dio: Although, I didn't have to work too hard. Sheepy: Dio: You already look like one. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Eat shit! Sheepy: Dio: That's unsanitary. Sheepy: Dio: My diet mostly consists of grapes and wine. Sheepy: Dio: And vegetables. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Local senior citizen survives off of fucking raisins, more when I care! Sheepy: Dio: They aren't raisins! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: I bet you like raisin cookies, too! Sheepy: Dio: Why would you do that to a perfectly good grape?! Sheepy: Dio: No, raisins are disgusting! Sheepy: Dio: You know how many bugs get in those? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: More than how many are in your hair. Sheepy: Dio: So at least one because there's no bugs in my hair. Sheepy: Tadano: Where are the others, anyway? We were gonna start D&D. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Shouldn't you know? Sheepy: Tadano: Am I a stalker? Sheepy: Tadano: One of the people coming is your justice-loving friend. That's your business. Sheepy: Tadano: And as for Dio, another person coming is his boyfriend. That's his business. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Huh? *he looks up at Tadano* When'd you talk to him? Sheepy: Tadano: Dio did. Arsé-kun: *D-ho looks at Dio* Sheepy: Dio: I asked how it went with Dr. Victor. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Ah. Sheepy: Dio: He said he was feeling lonely. Sheepy: Dio: So I invited him. Sheepy: Dio: So I ask you: How did Dr. Victor's treatment go? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Thanks a lot. Hee needs the socializing.- Better than I'd expected, hee-ho! Sheepy: Dio: Good, good. Sheepy: Dent: Heyy, it's game time! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: There you are, Private Dent! Sheepy: Dent: I was getting prepared! Sheepy: Irving: Howdy! I'm late because I was dealin' with a problem. Y'all wouldn't believe how easily an AI c'n fly off the handle! Sheepy: Irving: One incorrect calculation in the code 'n that's all she wrote! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Private Irving! On time for once! Sheepy: Irving: I tried very hard. Arthur was complainin' and buggin' out as he occasionally does and he started throwin a hissy fit. I chased him and he ran into a wall. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Fucking bye, Arthur. Sheepy: Anthony: Boss, I... Sheepy: Anthony:........ Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Shut up and sit down before I cut your dick off. Sheepy: Anthony: But I need that! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: You'd better learn to piss sitting down, Private! Sheepy: Anthony: *he sits down, visibly intimidated. Arthur is following closely behind, making a series of (voiced) beeping sounds* Arsé-kun: *Following behind Arthur is Orpheus, and then Minato with a bag full of snacks. he's eating out of the bag. really classy.* Sheepy: Arthur: I have delivered a new robot model. Sheepy: Arthur: It will assist us in our trek in Schwartzwelt. Arsé-kun: Orpheus: I'm not going to even bother correcting that. *he goes and drops into the seat next to Dio* hey. Sheepy: Dio: Heeeeyy! What's up? Arsé-kun: Orpheus: Not much. Congrats on the job, or whatever. Sheepy: Dio: I feel sad because I'll be away from you. It just occurred to me. Arsé-kun: Orpheus: Not really. The ... black holes' only so far away from his place. *he roughly gestures to Minato, who is still eating out of the bag. classy.* Sheepy: Dio: I guess you're right. Arsé-kun: *D-Ho's just watching. alone. on his stool, mostly surrounded by no one else. except not really* Sheepy: Arthur: *he approaches D-Ho... and then bumps into his stool like a roomba* Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Drive better than a new recruit, Arthur. Sheepy: Arthur: I've learned this from Tadano. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Good fucking job. Sheepy: Arthur: Commander Gore, Commander Gore? Come in, Commander Gore. *whhhrrrrr, click* Arsé-kun: *and then it's really awkward for a minute* Arsé-kun: D-Ho: You did the thing again, you idiot. Sheepy: Arthur: I did it again, Hitonari. Sheepy: Arthur: I fell for a demon girl. Sheepy: Arthur: ...Wh-what?! Stop giving me such a judgemental look! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: *he puts his head down on the table and hits it with his fist. he's trying not to laugh* Sheepy: Anthony: Stop d-doing that....! Sheepy: Arthur: *in an Anthony voice* I'm pathetic, aren't I? The one woman who was interested in me scared me so I ran and hurt her feelings... Sheepy: Arthur: Can you.... go and apologize to her for me? Wh..what, what's her name? I don't know...! She looked like a tree. Arsé-kun: *Orpheus is judging.* Sheepy: Anthony:...Wh-what?! Arsé-kun: Orpheus: I apologize for being rude, but I am going to speak on the behalf of myself and my summoner-- What the hell? Sheepy: Anthony: Demon women are much more attractive than human ones! Sheepy: Anthony: I mean, human ones are alright... Arsé-kun: Orpheus: I retract my statement. Sheepy: Dio: What a weirdo. Just don't bring that up around Polly. Arsé-kun: Orpheus: I'm dating you, and I was human at a point. I think it is justified. Sheepy: Anthony: The only one who was nice to me was Daphne, but I couldn't get past the fact that she was a tree. Sheepy: Dio: Heyhey, I'm no demon Arsé-kun: Orpheus: Daemon, then. Sheepy: Dio: I'm devilishly handsome, but a demon? Sheepy: Dio: I was raised a human anyway. Arsé-kun: Orpheus: *he makes a coughing noise. his face stays the same.* Sheepy: Dio: And I was part human until I was reborn.... Arsé-kun: Minato: Orpheus is having bad thoughts, stop talking. Sheepy: Dio: What? Arsé-kun: Minato: *he whispers something to Dio* Sheepy: Dio: *snrrrrk* Arsé-kun: Orpheus: I'm not wrong. Sheepy: Dio: I guess you aren't. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: I'm going to vomit. Sheepy: Dio: Why? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Stop saying words, you hopeless romantics, I want to stab myself so I don't have to hear it. Sheepy: Dio: Hopeless? Arsé-kun: *SPEAKING OF HOPELESS* Arsé-kun: Ace: Hello!! Sheepy: Arthur: Goodbye. Arsé-kun: Ace: D: ? Sheepy: Arthur: Service hours have ended Sheepy: Arthur: I will call the police if you keep calling. Arsé-kun: Ace: *he drags himself in. He's limping a bit, but he's up and moving!! And that's what counts!!* Sheepy: Arthur: But we're offering you discount solar panels. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: What the fuck is wrong with you Sheepy: Tadano: I've taught him how to answer the phone. Sheepy: Tadano: He answers trash calls. Sheepy: Tadano: You should try it. It works! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: I thought you said worms for a minute. ... Sheepy: Tadano: Worms??? Arsé-kun: Ace: Worms?? Sheepy: Tadano: Are you... worm down, Sir? Sheepy: Tadano: Do you need to sleep? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Don't ever speak to me again, you spineless pot brownie. Sheepy: Tadano: Hey, I'm spineless because you made me that way with your drill instructor ways. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Bull fucking shit. Sheepy: Tadano: Such unwanted imagery... Arsé-kun: *Meanwhile, Ace tries to get on the stool between D-Ho and Dio. He starts climbing up.. and it falls on him. bye, ace* Sheepy: Arthur: Rest in pieces. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: .... *he's not sure if he wants to be concerned, or if he wants to complain* Sheepy: Dio: *he takes the stool off of Ace and puts it where it originally was* You want help? Arsé-kun: Ace: Yes! Sheepy: Dio: *he picks up Ace and puts him on the stool* Sheepy: Irving: *he is observing Arthur from the doorway. finally, he scoops up Arthur and fixes a loose screw* Sheepy: Arthur: *wilhelm scream* Sheepy: Irving: So that's what yer problem was! Sheepy: Irving: *he plops down in the seat next to Anthony and puts Arthur on the table in front of him* Sheepy: Anthony: Tadano has that demon summoned to remind me of my past mistakes and Arthur is here to enforce those memories. Sheepy: Dio: I'm just some demon to you? That's no way to treat a woman. No wonder you're single. That, and while I understand your mistake, I'm not the only one you've done this to. Sheepy: Anthony: Please stop. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: I'm willing to bet real monhee that he'd have tried to flirt with me if he hadn't known I was a man! Sheepy: Anthony: ...Uh, no. Sheepy: Anthony: I don't like that thought. Why would anyone flirt with you? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Because you're a weirdo! Sheepy: Anthony: Okay, but I'm not that weird. Sheepy: Anthony: You don't even have hair. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Why would I?? Is that your kink, you dirt-eating shitstain? Sheepy: Anthony: I feel like you don't know the definition of kink. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: I feel like you have no idea what you're talking about! Sheepy: Anthony: You're just not attractive! Sheepy: Anthony: Plus... while personality is second on the list for me, your personality stinks too! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Say that again, motherfucker! Sheepy: Anthony: Um.. no thanks! Sheepy: Anthony: Overall, you're just not my type! Sheepy: Tadano: We're almost set up... Sheepy: Dio: By the way, Demonee-ho. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Hee? Sheepy: Dio: Dr. Victor hasn't acted creepy or asked you to provide any body parts, right? Sheepy: Dio: He might be helpful but, uh, the way I met him was him being impressed because he hadn't tested on "a Dionysus" before and wanted to dissect me. Sheepy: Dio: Apparently, I am a species now. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: No, ho? *you can't really see it, but he's squinting* Sheepy: Dio: I ended up giving him blood which he used for all sorts of tests. Just be careful, alright? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: I'm a Frost! I doubt hee'd care about me any! Sheepy: Dio: He's already dissected a bunch of those. Sheepy: Dio: Live and dead. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: My point proven- Eh? Sheepy: Dio: And tested on them. He told me all this because I tried to push Tadpole's Frost onto him in my place. Arsé-kun: *and then its awkward for another minute* Sheepy: Dio: Leonardo DaVinci dissected living people to see how their nerves worked. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Okay, fine. Sheepy: Dio: He's got an "ends justify the means" attitude. Sheepy: Tadano: Who's ready? Arsé-kun: Orpheus: I'd like to start this year.

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