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puella-peanut · 1 year ago

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Teenage tramp Daniel has the hots for handyman Kreese lmao. Thots?

Gorgeous, seventeen year old neighborhood tramp Daniel LaRusso is…mad. Big Mad to be exact.

It’s all because his attempts at seducing the local, rugged, handsome neighborhood handyman have…fallen flat. Failed to lift off. Closed on opening night. Houston, we have a problem, and his name is John Kreese.

Thing is, Daniel’s gone all out. Taken out all the big guns. Brought out the big, flashy, show-stopping numbers. He’s been coy, coquettish. An innocent and not-so-innocent tease. Sweet and shy. Sassy and spunky. A bonafide ingenue to the Lolita of the Valley, and all around the block and back again!

Jeeze, he’s never worked this hard for a lay in his life!

See now—he’s worn his tiny band crop tops. His tiny tank-tops cut to show plump, caramel nipples. His even tinier, cut off jean-shorts that hardly leave anything to the imagination.

He’s boosted himself up on the front of John’s battered Ford pickup, just to criss-cross those long, bare, coltish legs of his. Straddled (and stolen) ladders John’s been using while he works, to display parted, slender thighs. (And show off how limber he is. How…flexible.) Reached up to grab at nothing on his toes to show off a waist so small and trim that a pair of (large, callused, rough) masculine hands could span oh-so-easily. He’s bent himself over convenient surfaces—countertops, couches, tables, wobbly banisters and kiddie coloring tables for crying out loud!—to show off his sweet, juicy ass. The lush cheeks that spill out. The roundness of it all.

He’s brushed up against John, sat touching him knee-to-knee, fallen across him “accidentally”, faked a sprained ankle in the hopes of a bridal-carry, and still—still goddammit!!—John hasn’t paid him any attention!! Not the slightest bit.

All Daniel has gotten in return is: ‘Hey, you’re in my way.’ To, ‘Put some clothes on, Prima Donna, it’s January, and your sneezing is unhygienic.’ And even a, ‘Join the Service, kid. That’ll whip some sense into you.’

Ugh.

Ugh. Ugh. Ughhhh.

…Why, by this time with his other conquests, he’d gotten railed twice over! All stupid, annoying, teenage boys; simple schoolboy, after-school flings to pass the time. Like that total brain-dead bimbo Johnny, or violent karate bad-boy Mike. To foreign exchange student Chozen, followed by future sociopath Dutch. A real slick wannabe named Ponytail got him next, then sweet preacher’s boy Bobby. Jimmy and Tommy had tag teamed him after, and then finally that dorky piano nerd, rich-boy Twig (he’d gotten real maid service, a night in a mansion, and breakfast in bed for that one!). Between all of them, Daniel had gotten laid in six months more than some people did in an entire year! Lifetime even! Yeah, yeah, the lays themselves didn’t rank too high on the scale of one to ten (some far lower than others!)—but a fucking was a fucking, and he had been sixteen and desperately horny. Besides it had been summer, and California had made it too hot to be too fussy.

…Except that now he is, because there is something about this Kreese that gets him all hot and bothered. Something about those sinewy, hairy, muscular arms. That solid, sturdy body. The heavy booted footsteps. The worn jeans and faded flannel. The fluffy, sandy hair (and matching, coarse stubble). The hairy, broad, hard chest. The squareness of his jaw, the strapping height. The surprising brightness of his blue eyes. The sudden, rare smiles. The fact that he is older, is an adult. A full grown man. That he can do anything to Daniel, and, smitten boy that he is, he’d let him.

Yeah, Daniel wants him like one would want a cool drink on a hot day. He has it bad. But things have to get worse before they get better, right? And all fevers must run their course.

And boy, what a fever this is!

(And may he never recover!)

…

Meanwhile, our John has indeed been stoic in the little tease’s presence—but, thing is, the moment he’s alone, tucked away safe in his bed or in the shower or even that one time in his kitchen for fuck’s sake—John has spent nearly every spare minute in his day jacking off furiously. Getting his sheets, tiles—even kitchen countertop—all sticky with jizz like he was fifteen again, and had seen a pair of breasts for the first time in a dirty magazine. (But those thoughts of his former teenage fantasies have nothing on the centerfold that is LaRusso.)

And, damn it, he spends far too much of his day dreaming about that full, red mouth. The glossy, floppy hair. Those long-lashed big brown eyes. The perky brown nipples, the slightest swell of the soft chest on that tiny, fragile body. The endless, shapely legs. The endless, tan skin. The endless smoothness of it. The curve of that plump ass. The bounce it had, the little tormenting jiggle when the boy walked with a spring in his step. The sweet little puckered cunt hidden between those slim thighs. How it would drip and spill and gush out all that John has to give the little shit. Is dying to.

Oh, John’s got a calendar counting down the days until the boy is legal, until he’s all of eighteen and the law can’t save him—and then John’s gonna fuck him into submission, rail him into obedience. Pound that tight, juicy, boypussy raw until LaRusso can’t think for how good John’s giving it to him.

And then he’s gonna make the little shit his, because fuck it all—the little Italian brat has made him fall for his charms big time.

Only a matter of time kid, John thinks later, watching the boy work his bag of tricks with a stoic, calm expression. Though he all but grins (inwardly) when the boy fumes in frustration at his non-reaction.

Just you wait, Prima Donna, John promises.

You’re mine.

#lakreese #daniel larusso #john kreese #tiny bit of lawrusso/silverusso/danzen/labarnes too #also tiny bit of daniel x jimmy/tommy/dutch/ponytail/bobby #daniel really gets around lmao #DLDS in full effect #in which i chase paper cuts #in which i respond to your inquiries #sweep the leg

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pesterloglog · 11 months ago

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John Egbert, Roxy Lalonde, Kanaya Maryam, Rose Lalonde, Dave Strider, Terezi Pyrope

Act 6, page 7929-7936

JOHN: hey, they're back!

JOHN: how'd it go?

ROXY: went cool

ROXY: dropped callie off with jade + mayor

ROXY: gave kanaya space egg

ROXY: shit is shaping the heck up

JOHN: nice!

JOHN: hehe.

JOHN: hello, hummingbird.

ROXY: :)

ROXY: hay whats happening to skaia

KANAYA: It Looks Like Someone Has Finally Released The Grist

KANAYA: Its Ready To Receive Echidnas Offering Now

KANAYA: If Someone Is Able To Light The Forge That Is

ROXY: oh

ROXY: soo...

ROXY: how do we do that again?

KANAYA: In Our Session By This Time It Was Trivial

KANAYA: Under Present Circumstances I Think It Will Be

KANAYA: Tricky

JOHN: huh?

KANAYA: Every Magic Ring I Am Aware Of Is Currently In Use

KANAYA: Some By Friends And Some By Foes

JOHN: oh.

JOHN: well, i wouldn't worry about it right now.

JOHN: there are more pressing things to think about, like fighting a lot of bad guys.

JOHN: by the way... where's karkat?

ROXY: hes meditating

JOHN: what? meditating??

KANAYA: Yes

KANAYA: Inside A Pretty And Spiritual Cave

ROXY: echidna really blitzed his chakras apparently

JOHN: what the fuck is a chakra.

ROXY: shrug

ROXY: some soul junk that gets blitzed in the presence of a snake goddess??

JOHN: um.

JOHN: this doesn't sound like something karkat would do.

JOHN: are you sure this isn't some sort of bullshit?

KANAYA: Its Definitely True And Not Bullshit Lets Change The Topic

ROSE: Agreed.

ROSE: I think I speak for all of us when I say we've indulged in entirely enough bullshit already.

ROSE: Let's get on with this.

ROSE: John, you're our leader. And if you try to deny that one more time, so help me god, I will acrobatically pirouette so hard off this lilypad, I'll perform a supersonic swan dive through Skaia and impregnate the battlefield with my own incredulous torso.

ROSE: Now please tell us what to do.

JOHN: wow, ok! i won't say i'm not your leader anymore, jeez.

JOHN: i think it's about time to get going!

JOHN: by my estimation, all the bad guys should be getting here any minute.

JOHN: so we should go find the condesce and ambush her.

JOHN: she's supposed to be on derse, right?

ROXY: yup

JOHN: alright, then let's go.

JOHN: i think we are as ready as we are going to get.

JOHN: we all have weapons, cool powers, a plan of attack, and most importantly of all, each other.

JOHN: never forget, team work is our secret weapon here.

JOHN: probably the most powerful weapon we have!

JOHN: second ONLY, perhaps, to the power of friendship itself.

JOHN: remember that, guys.

JOHN: as long as we have team work, friendship, and cool powers on our side, we can't lose.

JOHN: you are my best friends ever... rose and roxy, and kanaya and terezi, and dave and jade and karkat, and also jane and dirk and jake, and...

ROSE: John.

JOHN: hold on, rose, i'm almost done...

JOHN: and callie, and tavros, and cat rose, and um, the sweaty guy, uh, PROBABLY not the clown in the fridge though... oh, yeah, and even probably vriska.

JOHN: oh, and the mayor! he's great too.

JOHN: did i miss anybody? i think that's it.

JOHN: anyway, i believe in you all, and i know we can do this together.

JOHN: now let's go kick some ass!

ROXY: mmm thas good shit

ROXY: very leadery :)

ROSE: ...

JOHN: how was that, rose?

ROSE: I don't know what I expected.

JOHN: huh?

JOHN: wait, did i say something dumb?

ROSE: No, it was fine.

ROSE: Roxy's right. It was very leadery. Very... "John".

ROSE: I'm just wondering now, if you're really going to embrace this business of leadership,

ROSE: Maybe you'd consider hiring a speech writer?

JOHN: a speech writer??

JOHN: i dunno, rose. i think i'd be pretty bad at memorizing speeches.

JOHN: especially ones YOU wrote. :p

ROSE: Touché.

TEREZI: WH4T?

TEREZI: D4V3

TEREZI: 4R3 YOU T4LK1NG THROUGH TH3 L1TTL3 FO4M 4SS 4G41N

TEREZI: UGH!

TEREZI: N3V3R M1ND

TEREZI: 1 W1LL B3 R1GHT TH3R3

TEREZI: OK 3V3RYBODY

TEREZI: SOUNDS L1K3 D4V3 4ND H1S BRO 4R3 R34DY

TEREZI: 1'M GO1NG TO FLY OV3R TH3R3 NOW

TEREZI: 1 HOP3 YOU 4LL H4V3 FUN MURD3R1NG YOUR D3S1GN4T3D V1LL41N

TEREZI: C4TCH YOU L4T3R >:]

JOHN: BYE, IDIOT!!!!!!!

ROXY: ......

ROSE: ......

TEREZI: WOW JOHN, CH1LL OUT

JOHN: heh.

JOHN: sorry, i guess i got carried away.

JOHN: no offense.

TEREZI: SOM3 T4K3N >;]

#homestuck #john egbert #roxy lalonde #kanaya maryam #rose lalonde #dave strider #terezi pyrope #homestuck act 6 #page 7929 #page 7930 #page 7931 #page 7932 #page 7933 #page 7934 #page 7935 #page 7936 #homestuck act 6 act 6 #homestuck act 6 act 6 intermission 5

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tellmethisisnottumblisnextfuckup · 2 years ago

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Hello I’m a Larry but I feel like they broke up a couple of years ago. I’ll also say I’m more of a Harrie and his music makes me believe he’s been in other relationships. But I’m also willing to be convinced otherwise!! The hopeless romantic in me wants to believe in the strength of their love so I guess my question is what evidence have you gathered that makes you believe they’re still together even now? I know this might be a lot to ask. Thanks in advance !!!

I’m this close to grabbing a digital pen and correct Larry to Larrie. (Did you know it’s one of the signs of having trolls in the dungeon)

Anyway. I do want to answer.

Life. Dear anon. It’s life that taught me everything. Do tell me when you time their break up - because I’ve been here since more than “a couple of years ago” - i know it’s super easy to throw this sentence - but you’re telling this to someone who has been here lol - and I wasn’t in my diapers on the playground when these 2 fell in love. So when do you time their break up? Because you know they’ve lived half their lives in the spotlight, in this industry and time and time again -let’s just say day-by-day week-by-week only proved the immense respect, and love they feel for each other. We’ve had these naysayers like you in the years, so this is nothing new but you know what? None of you are ever able to point out a period which proves that these 2 have broken up.

This is not a movie or high school. They have fought tooth and nail for their love, for their freedom, they “hid” it when they had to, but even then- jeez it gives me chills to remember all those moments- even then an eye movement, a caring look, a hidden touch, the other’s reaction- it just gave it away. And not to mention how fucking obvious they were when they didn’t hide it and just let it all out.

Life. Because I happen to be in a loving and supportive relationship since 2007. Because love isn’t a break up - getting together- break up- getting together spiral. Love is about trust, and respect, and growing together, being better together, finding your best friend in the other, it’s about fighting for what you two have together. That’s what they did when they were babies - fighting w modest, sony, whatever you want to add here. They don’t need to fight though because as soon as the cameras stop rolling they’re an out-couple to the surprise of no-one in this industry.

Life because we have 5 people in the same band and always these 2 seem to be so goddamn unlucky to share clothes ON A CONSTANT (to be PC), who finish each other’s sentences, who when even making eye contact making the other 3 look aside to their handlers with a pale face, always these 2 who in the band disappeared at the same time, who even AFTER 1D were still disappearing from the globe at the same time and reappearing at the same time, who had to have 235 stunts running at the same time to make them straight otherwise if you strip these stunts down all you have is two singers w constant denial of their sexuality. (Remember what Sir Elton John said..), it’s only these 2 whose teams work still to this day to make you and others believe H and L aren’t even in the same continent because god save them from cutting all their record incomes.

Life. Because WHY. You cannot explain why this happened in 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014 (you’re damn right I’ll type all the years out), 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021 and keeps happening in 2022 spring- summer.

Life. Because you learn what is THE LOOK. What it means that “when you know you know”. Because you learn that 16 year olds don’t just utter things out like always and moving in together and home. Because it IS possible to be and still be with your first love.

Life. Because relationships do not have an expiration date, because it can happen, because it does happen. Because those looks and touches were the very thing that drew me here in the first place and you cannot fake this shit.

Life. Because you can be w your SO together for years and they’d still say they’re not willing to have ONE innocent couple tattoo.

Life. Because celebrities lie. Money talks. Paps are paid. This industry is homophobic. Media shows what is paid for. What you see - they want you to see that.

Life. Because you learn to look at what you’re not shown, what you’re not told.

Life. Because in the 242 million pregnancies people have a year, they DO show at 8 months. 🙃

And finally: Because they’ve come so far from Princess Park and that lyric fits no one and he’s a habit that he CAN’T BREAK and he’s happy to shout this out every night to his fans anon.

Life. Because the strength of these words, all their goddamn lyrics goes deep in your heart and you know it’s not just some cheap 1000 words Y/N on goddamn wattpad.

Have a nice Saturday anon! 💚💙

#they never broke up

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endlessnightlock · 3 years ago

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Not sure what this might be, probably some sort of Gale and Peeta bonding after Gale scares the crap out of him thing.

“Dammit, Vick,” Gale swears. His typical patience is skinned to the bone today. He’s running on another short night's sleep, on the heels of another double shift. Today's his day off, and he's giving Vick another ten seconds to finish up whatever the hell he’s doing in the bathroom, whether that's sitting on the john or messing with his hair, before barging in and throwing him out in the hallway on his ass.

While Gale’s considering how much force to apply with his shoulder to pop the lock, Rory stumbles past. He must’ve just rolled out of bed- his hair’s all over the place. He doesn't try to dodge Gale on his way by, but that's nothing new. The Hawthornes are constantly running into each other. Their three-bedroom, prefab house isn’t big enough for two teenage boys, one pre-teen girl, their mother, and Gale.

Gale ignores the sideswiping by Rory's bony shoulder. He decides to give Vick another minute before using brute force since he’s been looking through online listings to find a cheap second vehicle for the boys to share. Between leaving for work at all hours of the day and night, Rory and Vick need a car to get back and forth from school, work, and practices, not to mention running Posy wherever she needs to go. Their place is like an airport hub some days.

“Did you hear Katniss is knocked up?” Rory throws over his shoulder.

“She’s what?” Gale demands, forgetting the 1994 Ford Tempo he was thinking of messaging the owner about and stalking into the living room after Rory, intent on answers.

Rory drops onto the couch and grabs the latest issue of Hemmings Muscle Cars off the end table, steadily avoiding Gale’s eyes. “Pregnant,” he repeats.

Jeez, he’s as jumpy as if he’d done the deed himself.

Gale knows; he just knows it’s no coincidence Rory dropped the news about Katniss like that, oh so casually, to prevent him from blowing up. He doesn’t lose his temper often—since he’s never been able to keep his thoughts to himself, it’s not usually a problem. But when it comes to big things, and his younger cousin is a huge thing, his temper sometimes gets the better of him.

“Who’s she seeing?” he asks instead of punching the wall in place of whoever-the-father-is’s head, proud at himself for keeping his cool. As if Katniss, who’s been through more shit than any nineteen-year-old has a right to, needs one more thing to go wrong in her life.

The bathroom door finally opens down the hallway, and Vick shuffles out guiltily. “Sorry,” he says.

Gale rolls his eyes. Like it even matters now.

“She’s seeing that Mellark guy we were in school with,” Rory supplies, flipping through the glossy pages of the magazine.

“Mellark—” Gale begins but pauses mid-thought, frowning. The only Mellark he knew anything about was the middle one from his class. Couldn’t remember his name, but they were on the football team together. Kind of an asshole if he remembered right. That guy wasn’t good enough for Katniss, for sure.

“Mellarks are the ones who own the bakery,” Vick supplies as if it’s any real help. Also, he doesn’t seem surprised, and that pisses Gale off a little bit. Who all found out about this before him?

Rory sneers at his younger brother. “Like we didn’t already know that.”

“Will you two can it for a second,” Gale mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose before addressing Rory again. “You hear how she’s taking things?”

“Don’t know anything else. That’s all I heard, honest.”

“What’s this kid’s name again?” Gale asked, thinking about paying the guy a visit.

“Can’t remember. It’s something weird,” Rory frowns at the spot on the wall over Gale’s shoulder, lost in thought.

“I know his name,” Vick supplies smugly.

Gale stares at his youngest brother, waiting for him to spill, but when Vick stays mum, he reaches his breaking point. “What are you waiting for—out with it already!”

Vick shifts on his feet. “You guys acted like I was an idiot the last time I chimed in. So I thought I’d make you wait.”

“You are an idiot, but so is he,” Gale addresses Vick while thumbing in Rory’s direction.

“Hey, you wouldn’t even know if I hadn’t told you!” Rory shoots out, tossing his magazine aside, sounding more than a little affronted.

“Yeah, yeah. Now spill, would you?”

#endlessnightlock writes #idk if there will be more of this or not #unplanned pregnancy

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gregorovitch-adler · 2 months ago

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The Resident Patient - 2

Ooh, Stam-o's intro is here! I like it hehe.

"Just a light-hearted tale of some friends having a sleep over." Yeah, I think not. 🤭

Poor John got kidnapped in the end of Part-1.

"What did you see, John?" Love it when Sherlock calls him John in this version!

John being sassy about the supposed ghost attack is amazing lol. Love his overall characterisation.

"He wasn't on his tippy-toes, was he?" That delivery in Sherlock's voice was funny.

John says "tippy-toes" is childish and lame, forgets to edit it out. Again. Typical him.

I love the fact that they played the mic recording multiple times to analyse that thud and the sprint. Maintains the sense of thrill and intrigue quite well.

"You are beginning to echo his fear, are you not?" Sherlock was actually quite considerate of Avery when John tried to be dismissive of him and his "illusions".

So, we're still on with that condom case? 🤭 How many times are condoms going to be in crime-solving in this adaptation? First The Solitary Cyclist, and now this.

"Nobody does need me." - Sherlock Holmes.

Yeah, no. Millions of people in the real world disagree with you on that, dear.

"The only crimes that happen here are tax evasions and high-end sex-work. You don't strike me as either." (Paraphrasing).

This episode is filled with banging one-liners. 😂

Side note but Blessington's voice actor has done a great job in this adventure.

John is back with his ramble-y self again.

Damn, Sherlock. Those words were harsh! Even I thought he was saying all that to John for a sec lol.

"What's exactly going on in your mind? Wait, not exactly. The Watson-friendly version." - 🤭

Perfect, now he fancies a sleep over at the bloody clinic.

He's an idiot, your honour.

But he's our idiot.

Oh, they're staying in one room but on two single beds. 👀

"I breathed in. Then, I decided it was best to breathe out, a few seconds later."

The writing team wrote a banger of an episode this time. Don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed all episodes of this podcast so far, but this one is particularly standing out because of all the sass.

Did John just talk about wanting to change with Sherlock right there in the room? Maybe I'm reading too much into it.

"You have a sharp mind, Watson. You're brilliant, and your thoughts are never stupid." (Paraphrasing).

Aww. 🥺 I love them so much.

Aaand he calls him stupid again. 🤭

"Fill a brother in." I really like it when Sherlock's voice expresses happiness or laughter. Love his voice actor's job too, especially in this episode.

"If you don't convince me, you have to wear the jacket." - I love their banter a lot.

Sherlock is here with the jacket of shame! You have to wear it now, Watson.

I can't believe John is seriously suspecting Percy in this case. Let's see what happens next.

Hey, Sherlock? John was already scared to death in the beginning of this episode, because he was actually attacked in the end of the previous one. Can you tone down with your horror narration? Ffs.

They got locked in! Even the window wouldn't open.

Good thinking on Sherlock that he decided to use that "disgusting jacket" to protect himself from the shards while smashing open the window.

This case is really exciting.

Poor Sherlock is starting to sound disheartened now.

Jeez, what a twist! Avery hanged himself?! Wtf??

Onto the next part of this case, then. Another cliffhanger.

I missed the intro/outro music. Here it is, again. Lovely.

See you next week. Bye!

I finally got down to listening to Sherlock&co.

1.) I really like this new take on he Holmes adaptation. It's different and interesting. Sounds fresh.

2.) Their voices are distinct, but personality wise, Sherlock is quite similar to BBC Sherlock's Sherlock. But not John.

3.) John is so hilariously awkward and I get so much second hand embarrassment listening to him. 🤭 But I quite like this new way of characterising him. He is authoritative when he truly needs to be. But the rest of the time, the intro and outro of his podcast are record so pathetically lmfao. Love this John Watson.

4.) Mariana from Hudson's instead of just Mrs Hudson? I thought her character was going to be based on Mary Morstan from ACD canon (because of her name), but not really. She's a completely different character altogether. And Sherlock keeps calling her Mrs Hudson and she keeps correcting him saying it's Mariana from Hudson's. XD I can't say much on her character because I'm just on The Illustrious Client right now, but she sounds likeable.

5.) I love how they chose this story (The Illustrious Client) as their first one in the series of podcasts. I really liked that one in ACD canon too. The plot was quite intriguing and I like this idea a lot.

6.) John always calls him Sherlock but Sherlock calls him Watson sometimes. Many a time, actually. What's that about?

I'll probably make more posts as I keep listening to more. That's all for now.

@a-victorian-girl , @jamielovesjam

#sherlock & co #sherlock holmes #john watson #mariana ametxazurra #podcast #my ramblings #personal #the resident patient-2 #sherlock x john x mariana #this week was a tough one for me so I had to do this recap/review/liveblogging today instead of doing it on Tuesday itself #damn menstrual cramps #damn viral fever #damn college schedule

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secretly-tword-obsessed · 3 years ago

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Taking A Real Break

5, Take A Break, as prompted by @https://ifgremlinsweretall.tumblr.com/

Summary: Alexander is always either working or thinking about working. The squad sure do miss his laughter!

Enjoy (:

Lafayette, Laurens and Mulligan were all enjoying a fun and festive night together. They were gathered at Laurens’ house, the three of them sitting around a table and laughing their damn heads off. Hamilton was supposed to be there, but he was late, so they took this as an opportunity to make fun of him behind his back. Right now, they were sharing his sleep talking stories. See, Hamilton worked so hard that he even worked in his sleep! As the three men laughed and exchanged the funniest essays Hamilton had recited in his sleep, including an essay about how much Hamilton wanted to hit Jefferson with a chair, said man walked into the room quietly with none of them noticing. It wasn’t until Lafayette through his head back in laughter that he caught sight of the short man.

“Merde! Alex is here!”, he cried, pointing a finger at him. The other two men stopped laughing to look over at their hardworking friend. The reason he was so late became evident to them upon first glance: his hair was knotty and he had bags under his eyes.

“Alexander, how long have you been working for?”, Laurens asked, some concern in his voice.

Hamilton pouted, “How long have you guys been talking about me for?”

Laurens stood up and wrapped an arm around Hamilton’s shoulder, “Not long, sit”. He gestured a seat between him and Mulligan. He sat.

“Liar”, Mulligan grumbled, turning his head away.

“Excuse me?”, Laurens retorted.

“Alex, we’ve been talking about you for ages”.

“Really?”, Hamilton asked.

“Yeah”, Mulligan said, “But it was all in good fun. We were discussing the essays you write in your sleep.”

“What?!”

“Yeah”, Laurens said, “Dear Mister President, I humbly ask that you knock Jeffershit off the team. He is a stupid face.”

Hamilton groaned, “Shut up”.

“You work yourself to the bone Alexander!”, Laurens remarked, “Even in your sleep! Do you ever take a break?”

Hamilton nodded, “Well, I am now aren’t I?”

There was silence. Than, Lafayette and Mulligan burst out laughing.

“Wohow, he destroyed you John!”, Laf remarked.

“Oh come on”, Laurens complained, “We all know that this won’t last. You always come late and leave early. I mean, it’s pretty obvious that your not actually taking a break. Your thinking about work right now!”

“Am not!”, Alexander defended.

“Are too”, Laurens snapped back, “Honestly, it’s about time you stopped stressing yourself out and laughed with us. Jeez, I haven’t heard you laugh in ages.”

This was true. Hamilton did claim to be taking breaks, meeting up with his mates, but they weren’t actual breaks. He never let himself go and goofed around with the rest of them. He always seemed so formal and tight; the squad missed the old Alex.

Hamilton sighed, “Okay John, fine. Maybe I don’t laugh with the rest of you. Maybe I’m always stressed. Maybe my breaks aren’t real breaks. But there is nothing I can do to change that!”

The three men thought for a second, before Laf came up with an idea.

“Hey, I know how to make you laugh”.

As soon as Alex saw Laf’s cheeky smile, he knew exactly what he was thinking.

“No, not today please”, Hamilton said, slowly backing away from the table.

Laurens and Mulligan caught on immediately.

“Yeah?”, Laurens said, “And why not?”

The three men stood up, huge grins on their faces, menacingly approaching Hamilton.

“No, no guys. Don’t do this! You know better than this!”

Mulligan chuckled and charged at Hamilton. The little man squealed and bolted for a run, but it was too late, he had Hamilton in a tight grasp.

The man kicked around, desperately trying to escape. But when he saw the looks on Laurens and Laf’s faces as they approached him, he knew he was fucked. He just prayed they’d take it easy on him.

“Aww, don’t try to escape Alexander. We all know that you are due for a bit of laugher”, Laurens teased, before digging into the captured man’s ribs.

“No!”, Hamilton cried, “Nohohoho!”

“Now there’s that beautiful laughter we’ve all been waiting for!”, Laurens announced with glee, as Laf joined him in tickling the man to bits.

Laurens kept up an assault on his rib and torso area, whilst Lafayette danced his fingers on Alex’s sensitive stomach. The man was reduced to a giggling, squirming mess in seconds.

“Wow!”, Laurens remarked, “Your still just as ticklish as you were last time. Funny how things stay the same, isn’t it?”

Alexander jerked back and forward, “Shuhuhuhut uhup!”

“Ooo, you should know better than to say that to Laurens, considering the position your in”, Lafayette teased, crawling his fingers into his tummy button, making him full on lose it.

“NOHOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!”

“I don’t know what your doing Laf, but it’s working”, Laurens joked.

“STOHOHOHOP! HEHEHERC, LEHET ME GOHOHOHO!”

“Nope”, Mulligan responded simply, “Your finally taking a break, you should be grateful too us!”

Lafayette stopped the belly tickling, and went on to the man’s neck, making him giggle and pin it to his chest.

“Aww, your giggle is adorable Alexander”, Laurens cooed, joining Laf in attacking his neck and shoulder area.

Hamilton only giggled in response. His cheeks were completely flushed, and he had the widest smile on his face.

“Say, are you enjoying this Alexander?”, Laurens asked.

“Noho!”, Hamilton lied. Yes, yes he was. Finally, his mind got to take a break. He wasn’t thinking at all about work, only about the ticklish sensations his friends were giving him.

“Sure you aaaaare”, Laurens cooed, scratching behind Alex’s ear, making him squeak and hide the side of his head to his shoulder.

“Okay, this is cute and all, but I think we’ve attacked your neck enough”, Lafayette observed.

“Aww, Laf, don’t be such a party pooper”, John whined.

“Nah, I just think it’s about time we got him in his worst spot”.

Laurens chuckled, “You, you don’t mean”.

“Yes I do!”.

Hamilton’s eyes widened. Mulligan dragged Hamilton gently to the floor and lifted his arms above his head. Soon, Lafayette was at one underarm and Laurens was at another. Hamilton collapsed into loud, shrieky laughter.

“NOHOHO!”

Hamilton desperately tried to pull his arms down to defend himself, but he couldn’t.

“Wow”, Laurens said, “You were right Lafayette, this is more fun!” Are you enjoying this too Alex?”

Hamilton could only laugh and squeal. The men were being ruthless. But yeah, he kinda enjoyed this too. Though, even Hamilton had his limits.

“Plehehease”, Hamilton begged, “I cahan’t tahake it anymohore”.

The men guessed that was their cue to stop.

They stepped away from him, letting him catch his breath.

“I *pant* hate *pant* all of you”.

“Oh, but we know you love us”, Mulligan said back.

Hamilton rolled his eyes, “Shut up”. But he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

#hamilton tickle #ticklish!hamilton #ticklish!alexander #hamilton tickle fic #lee!alexander #ler!hamilsquad #hamilton fluff #request

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logicgunn · 2 years ago

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AR-1 CHRISTMAS PHOTO TAKE EIGHT.

Based on the awesome art by @hero-in-waiting

On AO3.

“Ha!” says Rodney when at last he finds a stump that fits his extremely complex and unspoken list of specifications. He lies his backpack on the mossy surface then places his shiny new digital camera on top of it

“Finally,” says John, unclipping his P-90 and leaning it against a tree.

“Uh, no, not there Major.”

“It’s Colonel,” corrects John for the fifth time today.

"Yes, fine, Colonel." Rodney squints at the digital display on his camera as he lines up the shot and waves a hand at the P-90. "Either way, you need to move your gun. No weaponry of any kind in the frame. It's the rules."

John feels his irritation start to form words on his tongue, then swallows it back and breathes it out. This is the first year of the SGC's Team E-Card Festive Exchange, and he really would like AR-1 to show SG1 up. Take them down a peg or two. There's a crate of Bud on the line after all, if Cam makes good on their bet.

“Fine,” he says, and he picks up his gun and leans it against the stump instead.

Rodney pulls back from the camera and sucks in an outraged breath. John interrupts him before he can begin his tirade.

“You know the regs about leaving your gun unattended, McKay. Either it’s in my direct line of sight, or it’s on my person. End of.”

“Sure, fine, whatever,” says Rodney, and he closes one eye and puts the other back to the viewfinder.

"Tell me more about your winter celebrations," says Teyla as she places her gun next to John's.

“It’s, uh, well it depends on who you ask,” replies John, sticking his hands in his vest to keep them warm. “There are nearly two hundred countries, and four thousand religions, and any two families with the same culture and beliefs will still have very different ideas on how to do it”

He hopes that'll be the end of it, but of course, Teyla has other ideas.

“Well then, share with us your family’s traditions.”

“We had a tree with lights and a turkey, midnight mass on Christmas Eve, presents in the morning.”

“A turkey is a...bird, yes?”

“Uh, yeah, a big one. Lots of feathers.”

“We decorated trees in winter too,” says Ronon.

“Yeah?” says John, trying to keep it light because Ronon has been with them for a while, but he doesn't often speak about Sateda in terms of what it was rather than what it is now. “What kind of decorations?”

“Candles and wooden figurines. Each kid would carve an animal and give it to a friend to paint. Then they got to hang them on the tree in the centre of the town.”

“That sounds much better than anything we had growing up,” says Rodney, still crouched down with his neck bent back, angling his shot. “Every year my mother would sit us down at the dining table to make paper chains, and every year she would end up drinking too much and passing out on the couch, leaving me and my sister to finish up by ourselves. One Christmas Jeannie got a staple in her thumb and we had to ask a neighbour to take her to the emergency room because we couldn’t wake her up.”

“Jeez, McKay,” says John, horrified by yet another little snippet of Rodney’s dysfunctional childhood.

Rodney stands and clicks his fingers. "Anyway, we're all set." He waves them to where he wants them and lines them up, then spends a minute alternating between arranging them and stepping back to assess, then rearranging them when it wasn't right.

“Okay, no, that’s not going to work,” he says eventually.

“What’s wrong,” asks Ronon.

“You’re too tall.”

John crosses his arms. “So? Just angle your camera up, McKay.”

Ronon looks around then steps backwards and sits his ass on a mossy log with one foot on the ground and the other perched on the bark. “Better?” he asks.

"Yeah, okay, that might work," says Rodney, and he guides John and Teyla closer to Ronon then goes back to the camera and squints. "No, from here Teyla's covering half your face."

“How about this?” says Teyla, and she perches on a jutting branch, thick enough to hold her weight but low enough to leave Ronon in the shot.

“Yeah, that’s great,” says Rodney. “Sheppard, if you could just...” He points until John steps closer to Ronon. “Okay, that’s perfect.”

John doesn’t like being photographed at the best of times, but he does his best to fix a festive smile on his face while Rodney sets the timer. The camera flashes while Rodney’s only halfway back to them, and he swears under his breath and heads back to reset it.

“Okay, got it,” he says, and this time he’s in position when the camera goes off. They all head over to look at the photo, but while it looks fine to John, Rodney’s not happy.

“What the hell is that?” he says, glaring at Ronon.

“What?”

Rodney points at something on the display. “That!”

Ronon reaches down and pulls a knife from his belt. “Oh yeah.”

John peers at the photo. “Can we just—”

“No, we cannot," snaps Rodney. "We can't ignore it because Sam will see it and disqualify us. And before you ask, no we can't alter it post-shot either except to add festive trims, and if we lay trim over the knife then me and Teyla will be cut off at the eyes."

“Right, so we...”

“Do it again, obviously.”

John allows Rodney to reposition him, though he notes that Rodney directs Ronon and Teyla with his words rather than his hands. They wait while Rodney sets the camera up again, and as Rodney’s running back to get in the picture again, John tells them all to “Say cheese!” which ends in smiles so fake that even Teyla agrees when Ronon says they look constipated.

"How about you leave the directions to me, hmmm?" says Rodney testily as he sets up the camera for the fourth time.

"Alright, Annie Leibovitz," says John, swatting away an inquisitive fly. "Let's get on with it."

Picture four is a flop due to an untimely sneeze; five and six have two blinkers each; seven has an unexpectedly beautiful flower floating across the lens on a breeze which would have been perfect in John's opinion because it covered his dorky face, but Rodney was less enthusiastic.

"It's the Nikon Coolpix 7900! It has a seven-megapixel resolution, motion detection technology and three times optical zoom lens with image stabilisation! Furthermore, the three of you are practically supermodels. I do not understand why we can't get a decent picture of us!"

For the eighth and “final time, McKay”, Rodney gives them a little more leeway with the timer; a very generous half a minute to get in position. He rushes back and slips into place next to Teyla and they pose and smile and wait.

Twenty-two. Twenty-one. Twenty.

“Maybe we should lose the vests...”

“McKay!”

“Okay, alright."

Sixteen. Fifteen. Fourteen.

“I’m just saying, Sam and Mitchell will be—”

“McKay! Focus.”

Seven. Six. Five.

“Maybe the two of you should kiss in the next photo.”

“Ronon!”

Looks like the bud is on John this year.

#stargate atlantis #sga #team #ar-1 #mcshep #pre slash #season's greetings

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watchingspnagain · 3 years ago

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Rewatching Dead Man’s Blood

Welcome to “Machete Size Apparently Matters: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s1e20: Dead Man’s Blood

An old hunter is attacked and killed by a group of vampires. When Sam and Dean go to investigate, they run into John, who shares that the vamps stole an old Colt from the hunter that can kill “anything.” The boys and John team up (not without some serious friction) to try to clear out the vamp nest and steal the gun. John thinks the Colt is finally the answer to how to kill the demon who killed Mary. Bring a machete because there’s lots of fraught to hack through in this one. Plus, it’s handy for beheading vampires.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

[and we begin:]

Lor:

grrrrrr

Mace:

ugh, I have an actual, visceral reaction when Sam calls him Sir.

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

How fun would it have been to be in the prop dept and help make those hunting journals?!

Lor:

YES

Mace:

If we ever cosplay the boys together, we NEED to make one

Lor:

OMG

that would be SO COOL

Mace:

YES

Lor:

Dean and his newspaper

Mace:

YES

"boys, we're eating in tonight" if any vampire actually said that, the others would sooo make fun of them, honestly

Lor:

hahahaha right?

Mace:

Aw, Dean wants Sammy to have a girlfriend

Lor:

yeah

"or oops I spilled the popcorn salt"

Mace:

HA!

...

now I want popcorn

Lor:

LOLOLOLOL

YEP

do they keep Elkins's journal? I don't think anyone ever mentions it again, but jeez, take that with you

Mace:

Oooh, excellent question! I don't know. Maybe there's a CODE and you don't touch another man's journal unless he says it's okay...

Lor:

oooo maybe

Mace:

SMARTY DEAN MAKING A SQUEEZE

Lor:

god, Dean pressing the paper down into the blood so it doesn't move

Mace:

yep

FUCK YOU JOHN

Lor:

FUCK OFF, JOHN, jeeeeesus

Mace:

Sammy smells the bullshit that John came for this dead friend but keeps away from his own sons

Lor:

YEP

apparently he didn't teach you not to knock on the window like that and scare the crap out of your kids

Mace:

YEP

Aha! John isn't there because of his dead friend but for the fucking gun

Lor:

YEP

Mace:

I forget that they've not encountered vampires yet

Lor:

he THouGhT tHeY wERe EXtinCT

yeah

Mace:

(Buffy would kick John's ass so hard)

Lor:

I feel like he isn't even that good at his job

(YES)

Mace:

NOPE

I mean, there's no evidence that he is. He's well known to demons not for his own sake but because of his sons

Lor:

yeah

Mace:

Makes Dean's worship of him that much more tragically skewed

Lor:

I think maybe some people say he is? but also he seems to have had a falling out with... everyone

yeah

Mace:

OHO, don't question dad, Sammy

FUUUUUCK YOU JOHN

Lor:

and the way he doesn't tell them ANYTHING

Mace:

YEP

you know, I kind of love this idea now, that John actually isn't anything special at all.

Lor:

god he does things to make them feel SMALL. i HATE him

Mace:

OH FUCK YOU SO HARD JOHN DO NOT TALK ABOUT BABY LIKE THAT

Lor:

ooo YES

Mace:

YESYESYES

Lor:

RIGHT?

Dean loves that car like it is HIMSELF don't be such a JERK

oh, Sam is driving

Mace:

Sam is the chosen one for the yellow eyed war, Dean is chosen by Chuck, ffs. They're the ones that matter. John is in fact nothing. and maybe he senses that and it bothers him

Lor:

ooooo

Mace:

oh submissive DEAN

Lor:

YEP

do you hear that, John? revenge isn't worth much if you end up dead

OR YOUR KIDS DO

Mace:

YUP

Ooooh, angry Sammy

I LOVE IT

Lor:

YES

poor Dean, getting between them

Mace:

yeah

"and I said no" YAS SAMMY

Lor:

YAAAS

Mace:

but poor Dean saying "stop it, both of you"

Lor:

yeah

oh Dean. I just want to wrap him in blankets. this isn't supposed to be your job, baby

Mace:

yeah

vampires just shouldn't be skanky

it's wrong

Lor:

like, they are immortal, why are they living in a crap barn being crappy?

Mace:

right?!

Lor:

FUCK YOU JOHN. FUCK YOU AND YOUR BIGGER MACHETE

Mace:

YUP

Lor:

so I will never watch it again, so I'll never know I guess, but is the barn in 327 supposed to be this barn?

Mace:

no idea

stupid 327

WHO CARES

Lor:

i suppose knowing where they're both set would help

but that's Jenny, right? the woman they turned?

Mace:

yeah? is she in the last ep? I have blocked most of it from memory

Lor:

yeah, she's the like head vampire of the nest they're fighting in that one

Mace:

"you gotta understand something: I'm a raging douchebag."

Lor:

HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

you became their abuser

Mace:

YUP

Lor:

it never occurred to him what Sam wanted? JESUS

Mace:

yeah

my god, Jared has a gorgeous smile

Lor:

YES

I do love that they frame Sam as the one who is like John

Mace:

yeah that's clever

Lor:

"you know what to do" and then cut to Dean as bait

I HATE HIM

Mace:

YEP

Lor:

and it's sexualized too

Mace:

of course it is

Lor:

YES DEAN

omg the way his voice breaks

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

the way Sam yells at John and Dean pleads with him

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

that's probably personality difference, but I wonder if it's also partly bc Dean remembers when John wasn't like this

Mace:

hm, maybe

i lean more toward personality

Lor:

yeah I think I do too, honestly

I don't like the way he's dealing with these vampires either. like, it's almost cruel

the rope? using the feelings they have for each other against them? gross, John

Mace:

hm. yeah, but I think sam and dean do similar things, no?

we just hate John

Lor:

I am conveniently forgetting that fact

Mace:

Ha! I suspected as much

Lor:

lol

Mace:

oooh rebel Dean I LOVE IT

Lor:

"I am?"

YES

[after the episode ended]

Lor:

I feel like there was a lot of vampire lore in there they abandon after this ep

Mace:

yeah? I can’t keep track

we really don’t see a lot of vampires

that one really old dude

and a couple of eps here and there

Lor:

yeah

The vamps’ eyes do a thing in this one I don’t think we see again? and that stuff about a vampire once getting your scent never leaving you alone. and the herbs stuff so they can’t smell you

yeah, they aren’t around super a lot

Mace:

ah yeah, I think you’re right about that

Lor:

but there’s the whole Gordon thing. and then that nest Dean is a part of for a hot second in S6

Mace:

Oh I forgot about that

and BENNY HOW COULD I FORGET BENNY

Lor:

Mace:

I’m so sorry, teddy bear. hold it against me

Lor:

HAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

#watchingspnagain #watchingspnagain 1x20 #spn #supernatural #spn meta #spn spoilers #spn 1x20 #watchingspnagain fraught #watchingspnagain john #watchingspnagain parenting #watchingspnagain vampires

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sometimes-i-write-4-you · 5 years ago

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Hi I was wondering if I could request something for JJ from outer banks (I saw you had request open for it) with when him and Pope are getting beat up behind the movie he protects reader, you can decide the rest just make it fluffy:)

Fight for me - JJ x reader

a\n: i feel like there’s more angst than fluff but this show is lowkey the defenition of teenage angst so honesly not suprised.

trigger warnings: cursing, fights, gun mentioning, underage drinking. if i missed anything lmk.

word count: 3227

"so" Kiara started. We were standing in the line at the beach for a movie screening they had. It was in the Kook's area, but Kiara invited us. JJ and Pope were there too, but Kiara and i went to get Pepsi. "now that it's just us girls, spill it" she said. "spill what?" I asked her, confused. "don't deny, you know what I mean" she insisted. "Kiara, is this about JJ?" I asked.

I was sitting at the beach, a red solo cup in my hand. I'm not too sure how many beers I had at this point, but it really didn't matter. After everything went down, I run as fast as I could. I needed quiet, and so I went to my favorite spot at the beach – the balcony over at the deck. What the fuck was JJ thinking?

"hi" a quiet voice said. speaking of the devil. "hi" I relied, taking another sip of beer. "hey, (y\n), that's like, you're 7th cup and you know that I'm the last one to say such thing, but that might be too much beer" he said, taking the cup away from me and leaving it on the table as he sat down next to me. I moved to the end of the bench. "look, (y\n), I'm sorry. I saw you running off after the fight and-" he says, and I laugh. "you call that a fight? That was not a fight, JJ, you pulled a gun on the guy-" "he was drowning John B! why doesn't anyone understand, I'm not the bad guy here" he cuts me off, and our eyes finally meet. Even in the dim light, his eyes were shiny, or maybe they were glossy from the tears that threatened to burst. " JJ, I don't think you are a bad guy, but you know that they are going to paint you as one" I said, my tone cold. It took every muscle in my body to keep calm, because deep down I wanted to cry. "you are so stupid, JJ. Do you have any idea how much trouble you are going to get into?" I say. "well, jeez, (y\n), If I wanted to get yelled at, I'd stay with Kiara. I came here to see to you, but whatever man, if you don't want me here, I'll just leave" he said. "how did you know I'd be here?" I asked, and he froze halfway through getting up. "well. It's your favorite spot" he said, sitting back down. "oh" I said, "yeah, it really is".

We sat there quietly, and I moved back toward the center of the bench, resting my head on his shoulder. He tensed up for a second, surprised by my actions considering the fact I moved when he first sat down, and then proceeded to tell him he's stupid. He stretched his hand behind me, brushing my shoulder. For a guy that just was at party full of alcohol, sweat and fights, he smelled good. "look, (y\n), I'm sorry if I scared you. You know, when I" he said, and shot the air with his fingers along with a terrible impression of a gun. "it's okay, I guess. I mean, you were scared too" I said, and he sighed. "yeah" he said and kissed the top of my head. "thank you" he suddenly said. "for what?" I asked. "for not walking away when I got here and for not letting me walk away when I wanted too" he replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "no problem JJ" I said, looking up at him. I finally noticed the tears that were running down his cheeks. His voice didn't even break, and if it wasn't for the shiny stripes on his face, I would never know. I set up straight and cupped his cheeks, rubbing my thoubs against his tears to wipe them away. A pair of lips crushed on mine, kissing me hard, desperate to feel my lips move, and I kissed back. JJ's hand stroked my jaw line, pulling me closer. That was the moment I realized that you don't think about how shiny your friend's eyes are and you don't think the smell of beer and sweat is good unless you see someone as more than a friend. "oh my god, I'm so sorry" he said, pulling away. "what?" I said, confused. I kissed back, it's not like I pushed him off me, "I can't- you are drunk, and I'm taking advantage of that, you're my friend, that's not-" he said, leaning on the bench. "JJ, it's fine, I really didn't mind it" I say, smiling at him. he looked at me, "it's the alcohol speaking, kiddo. Let's get you home".

"yes, thank you very much" Kiara sighed, bringing me back to reality. "look, it was just a moment, and anyways, there's the rule. No pogue on pogue action" I said, hoping she wouldn't notice the sadness in my voice. I of course never mentioned all the details, I couldn't do it. Kiara, John B and Pope would kick us off the team, or at the very least kick us. Especially JJ, since I only hung out with them for the past month, since I moved to Outer Banks. I simply told her I think I have a crush on him. "great" Kiara smiled, "and thank you for like, talking to me about that" she added, and I laughed. "Kiara, it's normal girl talk" I said. "yeah, well, if you think I ever had those…" she laughed, and it was finally our turn in line. "two Pepsis" Kiara said to the guy behind the counter.

"hey kei, what's up?" someone asked. It took a moment, but I recognized him as the guy who almost killed my friends more than once. "how are you?" Rafe asked, and Kiara rolled her eyes as she told him she's fine. She turned to him, wondering what the heck does he want from her. She might be a Kook by social status, but those guys don't like her, and she doesn't like them. "good, good" he mumbled, "tell your boy that we know what he did". His posture was threatening, and I wanted to disappear, even though his attention was on kei. "sorry, what boy are you talking about?" Kei asked, returning his don't-mess-with me attitude. I had no idea how she is not terrified. "he'll know" Rafe said, and Kiara had enough. She took the Pepsis and started walking back to our spot. I followed. "bye" he said, and I don't know if he heard, but she called him a douche. She was right. "man, that guy's a creep" I say. "yeah" Kiara sighed.

We got to Pope and JJ. "just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote ' tell your boy that we know what he did', what is that?" Kiara asks the boys. They looked at each other and I knew something was going on, and they were not about to share it. "where is he?" JJ spoke. He was wearing his hat backwards. I used to think it look dumb, but he looked good. We acted like normal ever since the party, never even mentioned it. I think he thinks I was too drunk to remember, and so he doesn’t bring it up and I'm scared to do so, cause he's my friend. "right there" Kiara replied, looking at the direction me and her came from a second ago. Both boys turned around to look. Topper, Rafe and Kelce were looking right at us, smiling like they are some Disney villain. "great. The whole death squad" Pope said, and JJ turned his head back to us. "don't stare bro" he said. "just warning you bro, if they corner me, I'm coming on swinging, okay?" JJ said, and I wanted to tell him to satay the hell out of trouble, but I knew he wouldn't listen. "slice and dicin', I'm on the edge right now" JJ kept going, and I was almost tired of hearing it. "yeah, yeah" Pope said, half dismissing JJ's words. JJ had so many fights with those stupid Kooks, but they always win, and I find it hard to believe this time would be any different. I love him, I really do, even if I have to keep this as a strictly platonic love and seeing him getting beat up by some rich bullies is breaking my heart. "If that doesn't work" JJ says, sensing the septicemic in the air, "I got this right here" he said, picking up his bag. "yeah, yeah, so we just gotta stay in group" Pope nodded his head, "they can't get us in the group". "like school of fish" JJ agreed. "stay in school, can't leave the school" Pope said, and it seemed like he is calmer. "I'm sorry JJ, please tell me you did not bring a gun hear?" Kiara said, half disappointed but not surprised. Kiara looked pissed, and rightfully. He looked anywhere but at us. "JJ, there are kids here. . She was annoyed, and upset, and I felt for her, but it really seemed like it was not my place, so I got up. "Kie, I didn't bring the gun, okay? Everything is fine" JJ blew her off, and their voices slowly fade away as I got closer to the water.

A few moments passed, and I felt someone is approaching. The mystery figure stopped right by me. I looked up to see JJ. "hey, you okay?" JJ asked. "yeah" I said, but his voice overpowered mine as he kept talking. "because you left up, and I just wanted to check up on you" he said, turning his face to me, but his body still faced the water. "just felt like it's not my business, so I-" I started. Our eyes meet and it's just like that night. The both of us facing the water, looking at each other's eyes, and one of us has tears in his eyes. I look away. "well, it is your business, you are a part of us, (y\n)" JJ says, placing his hand on my shoulder, "just to keep you updated, things might go down tonight". "you'll get yourself killed, JJ" I say, regaining the courage to look in his eyes, and the dammed salty liquid is now running down my cheeks. it's just a few drops, barely noticeable, but JJ is quick to pull me into a hug. "hey, hey, it's okay, I won't die. Don't worry, okay?" he said, slightly pulling away from the hug to wipe away the tears. He doesn’t move his hands, and as he's starting to lean down, and I'm about pull myself up to meet his lips halfway, we hear someone calling our names. (y\n), movie stars!" Pope screams, running toward us. We clear our throats and step away from each other and turning back to the seats.

Fast forward to a few hours later. The moon was out, along with the stars, and Pope's need to pee. Him and JJ went together, which I thought was funny until I realized why. Minutes pass, but there is no sign of them. "kei, we should check on them" I say. "and risk catching them pee?" Kei replies, laughing, "no yeah, you're right, they've been peeing for really long" she admits after she realized I'm serious. So, with that, we get up and start walking at the direction they went, taking JJ's bag with us. The sounds we heard could not be mistaken.

"get off of him, Topper, you fascist asshole!" Kie called without thinking to much, hitting Topper with the bag. If she's on helping Pope, guess I gotta save JJ, who's taking punches from Rafe as he struggles to escape Kelce's grip. "leave him alone" I say, approaching them. Violence is not my thing, but if words won't help with those guys, which is highly likely, I might have to use my self-defense skills. My mom forced me to learn those when I was younger.

"or what, you gonna paint my nails?" Rafe laughed, leaving JJ alone and getting closer to me, which allowed the blond surfer to escape Kelce's hands. My goal was to make Rafe leave JJ, so goal achieved, I guess. JJ punched Kelce's Jaw and ran toward me, but his body was all bruised and he still needed to breath a little before he can do anything. i was scared, but rule number 1: don't let the other guy know you're scared. Well rule number 1 is actually to avoid fights, which I already failed, then rule number 2 is to never attack, only defend yourself. Now that I'm thinking about it. I'm not sure "don't let the other guy know you're scared" is anywhere on the top 5 rules of fighting.

"look, bitch, I don't care that you're a girl, a pogue is a pogue and I'll beat your ass back to your dirty neighborhood" Rafe said, raising his punch and aiming at me. I adjust my legs and move to the right. Rafe's punch hit the air, and I used his loos balance to push him on the floor. I pushed so hard, I lost my balance and fall over him, he quickly pushed me down, getting on top of me and holding me down. His hands were sweaty and dirty, and the spots on my hand he pursed on hurt really bad. I started kicking in hopes to hit a sensitive spot. "aw!" he groaned in pain, put it wasn't me who pushed him on the ground, it was JJ. "stay out of this Kiara!" I hear Topper scream as he's shaking her off of him, and she rolls on the ground, landing next to JJ's bag.

Speaking of JJ, he was sitting on Rafe's stomach, punching his face. "you fucking dick, don't ever touch her again" JJ calls. He pulls Rafe's shirt to pick the bleeding Kook only to smash his face on the ground. "you hear me?" He yells, "I want you to promise, say it!" JJ says, and his fist meets Rafe's face once again. In the background I can hear Topper yells something about admitting something. "I barely touched her man, she should've just stay out of it" Rafe insisted. "say you'll never go near her ever again" JJ doesn't give up. The smell of something burning Is finally shaking me off the shock and I get up. "JJ, come on, let's go" I say, looking at the burning screen. "say it!" JJ yells. His knuckles are covered in blood, and I couldn't tell if it was his or Rafe's. "JJ, there's a fire we have to go" I say, and I reach my hand, pulling his shoulder back to sign him to get up. "yeah, you should listen to your stupid bitch of a girlfriend" Rafe smirks in an attempt to keep JJ there. "JJ, get off of him right the fuck now" I say, and finally, he looks at me. "look, I'm fine, let's go, okay?" I say, he nods and gets up. Before we walk away, I kick Rafe's chest. "that's for calling me a bitch" I say, and JJ's fingers intertwine with mine to pull me away from the scene.

"what the fuck, JJ?" I ask when we finally stop. I look around I see that Kiara and Pope are nowhere to be seen. We're at the beach, at the pogue part of the island. His hand still holds mine and he pulls me closer to him. "listen, man, I gotta ask you something" he said. "no JJ, first give me my answer. What the fuck happened there? What did Rafe and his goons wanted from you and Pope?" I asked him once again, insisting to get my answer. "the other day, we were doing deliveries and they jumped Pope. Told him they never wanna see him on their side of the island. Those fucking assholes, and I wasn't there to protect him, (y\n)" he says, taking my free hand in his. "you promise not to hate me if I tell you what happened next?" he asked when I looked at him waiting to hear how the story continued. "JJ, I can never hate you" I admit. "okay, cool, so uh, we-, Pope and I, we drowned Topper's boat" he said, half a proud smirk on his face. He tried to stop himself, but when I started laughing, he couldn't hold it any longer. "that's-" I tried, "they had it coming, JJ, you did nothing wrong". He smiled and pulled me into a hug, whispering "thank you".

"you know how you said you can never hate me?" he asks, breaking the silence and the hug in the same time. "yes?" I say, my tone turning the word into a question. "well, there's something I have to tell you. At the party a few days ago, I kissed you. I was pretty sober, but you weren't and as much as I wanted to kiss you, I stopped" he confessed, "and you know, you said you were okay with it but I'm pretty sure it was the alcohol – you drank way too many beers, (y\n), and-" "you can stop talking, JJ, I remember that" I said, smiling at him. "you- oh" he laughs awkwardly, "then why- cause you never mentioned it". "I don't know, I guess I just thought there was nothing to talk about, you said I'm your friend" I said, my eyes meet his. The sea of blue he had for eyes was now surrounded by a sea of red. "do you think I'll beat Rafe like that for just a friend?" he asks, slowly wrapping his hands around me. "I think you'll beat Rafe for pretty much anyone" I laughed, and he pulled me closer. My hands reached to the collar of his shirt, fidgeting with the stained fabric. "shut up" he laughs. "no, JJ, you shut up. And kiss me while you're at it". I have no idea where I got the courage to say that, maybe it was the adrenaline or whatever, what mattered was that he did. "thought you'd never ask" he smiled before connecting his lips with mine. I pulled his shirt to get him closer to me as our lips moved in perfect sync. My hands reached for his jaw and settled on his cheeks. "ow, man" he says, laughing into the kiss. "shit, sorry" I laugh and pull away to look at his black eye where I touched. "nooo" he calls, disappointed the kiss came to an end. "JJ, we can kiss anytime, however you don't have a black eye all the time. Please, let's go over to my place, I'll get you some ice, and-" "really?" he asks. "well, yeah, I'm not gonna let you walk around with this thing and not take care of-" I said, confused. "no, I mean, really, can we kiss anytime?" he asked. "sure, yeah, it's- yeah" I replied. His smile got wider. "so like, are you my girlfriend?" he asked. "do you want me to be?" I shoot him a question back as I take his hand and start walking toward the street. "yes" he says, a little scared. "well, JJ, than yes, I am your girlfriend" I say.

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talatomaz · 5 years ago

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present tense | dinah drake x fem!reader

a/n: this takes place during 8x04 where ta & fta meet. this is shit, i know but i couldn’t get this idea out of my head. i practically used the same intro from my other fic for this one, don’t @ me but i just had no other way to start it. this also has references to dinahsiren in honour of dinahsiren week

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“Can we stop with the sob fest and get back to what we came here to do?”

You joked, interrupting Mia and Zoe as they reconciled over the argument they had earlier.

Just before Zoe could respond with a witty remark, the three of you became distracted when JJ arrived and proceeded to stab Mia in the neck.

Then, before you could even make a sound, he drove a sword through Zoe’s back. You screamed your canary cry, making him stumble back before you ran towards Zoe who had now crumbled to the ground, blood seeping from her body.

Holding back your tears, you gathered her into your arms and put pressure on the wound.

You barely took any notice as Connor went hand-to-hand with his brother, instead, you and Mia were holding Zoe.

As the three of you were huddled together, you felt a flash of bright lights surround you and with a blink of an eye, you were back in the bunker. Except this time, it looked...cleaner and technologically old.

You found yourself standing beside Mia, William and Connor; with you and Mia coated in Zoe’s blood and Mia’s neck still bleeding.

“Dad?”

You glanced over your shoulder at Mia then looked ahead where four adults stood in front of you. Your eyes widened as you recognised who they were. Oliver Queen, John Diggle, Rene Ramirez and...Dinah Drake, your mother.

All of you stood there, as if your shock had frozen you all in place. Time seem to begin again when William walked up to Oliver and hugged him in a tight embrace.

“Dad?”

“T-Those are my kids.” Oliver asked, tears falling down his face as he looked between William and Mia.

Then you watched Connor’s interaction with John and then everyone looked over at you.

“Hi...Mum.”

Everyone stared at Dinah as her mouth dropped.

“M-Mum? I-I don’t. I’ve not got a daughter.”

“Because you haven’t yet.” William stated and you glanced back at him in question.

“I think we’re in the past.”

Mia and Connor had a look of disbelief on their face whilst you agreed with William. You were one of the few people in the future to have ever experienced time travel; your Aunt Sara having taken you on a few missions on the waverider.

“He’s right. This place is new and our parents. Look at them. No gray hair, no wrinkles. What year is this?”

You asked, looking back at the group of parents.

“2019. What year is it supposed to be?”

Oliver asked when you and the rest of your friends let out a gasp.

“2040.” You answered.

“Okay, guys, we need to talk.” Oliver said, going into leader mode as he walked to a corner of the bunker, the rest of the parents following.

You and FTA followed suit and found an empty corner beside some weapons.

“How the Hell did this happen and why do you seem so okay with this?” Mia asked.

You were currently stitching her wound, as the bleeding had steadied, when you pulled on the last thread harshly as you answered.

“Because I’ve time travelled before. My Aunt Sara let me go on some missions with her when I was growing up. I got to see different time periods and she got to teach me how to fight. Win-Win situation.” You answered coldly.

Now that everything had relatively calmed down, you allowed yourself to run over the events that had just passed and suffice it to say, you were pissed at Mia because Zoe wouldn’t have been there in the first place had it not been for Mia’s stubbornness.

“Y/N-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Mia.” You replied coldly, closing the first aid box.

Connor then interrupted and explained how he was unsuccessful in killing JJ due to the fact that you guys had ended up here the moment he was about to kill him.

Mia then began to allude to killing a young JJ to prevent his reign of terror in the future before you, Connor and William disregarded her plan.

“We can’t tell our parents about the future or what just happened.” Mia stated, tenderly touching the bandage that now covered her wound. “Thank you, y/n.”

You merely nodded your head and listened as William began to argue.

“As much as I hate to say it, I agree with Mia. How are we meant to tell Rene his daughter is dead and John’s son is the one who did it? We can’t, William. It will have repercussions that we cannot control.”

You all then looked over as Oliver cleared his throat to get your attention. He, your Mum, John and Rene were stood in the centre of the bunker, quietly watching how the four of you were arguing.

“How about we all get some rest? We’ve all had quite a big shock tonight.” Dinah said to everytime, but maintained eye contact with you.

Since having revealed that you were her daughter from the future, she, understandably so, hadn’t said a word to you. But it still hurt.

“We have nowhere to stay. If you want, we could stay here?” You asked before your Mum interrupted you.

“No, that’s silly. You can come stay with me.”

***

“Home sweet home.”

Dinah said, closing the door behind her as she dumped her keys on the table.

“Where’s Laurel?”

“Oh, she wanted to be alone because she’s still grieving.” Dinah answered, confused as to why you were wondering why she wasn’t here.

“I’m sorry. Will she be okay?”

“I hope so. She knows she has us all, so there’s something at least. How about you? Are you okay? Are we okay? In the future, I mean.”

Dinah asked as you both sat on the sofa. Now that you were alone, for the first time ever, you found yourself in an awkward environment with your mother. Conversation usually came so easy to you two but finding out you have a daughter when you’ve not even been born yet kind of throws a wrench into that.

“Yeah, we’re good. We’re more than good. You’re the best part of my life, Mum. Dinah. I’m sorry. This is awkward and I don’t know how to handle this.”

“It’s okay. You can continue calling me Mum, if you want. I kinda like it.” She shrugged as she ran her hand over your arm in comfort.

The gentle embrace had you tearing up, as you hadn’t fully processed Zoe’s death and you knew you couldn’t even mention it to your Mum in fear of the rest finding out.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

“God, I’m just so exhausted, Mum. Like so exhausted.”

“What do you mean? I thought the future was a good place?”

“I-It is. I’m just so tired. My personal life is kind of a mess back home.” You said, lying through your teeth.

“Oh honey, it’s okay.”

Your Mum said soothingly, not even hesitating before wrapping her arms around you in a motherly embrace. You relaxed in her arms, and just like every time you hugged her, you felt your problems wash away and your mind ease, if only for a few moments.

***

“One of these days, I’m gonna slap Rene upside his head.”

You looked up at your Mum in question.

After your mini breakdown last night, you and your Mum had spent almost the entire night talking, just like you used to in your time. It made you feel better about this entire situation and you were grateful for your mother in any time period.

“What’d he do, Mum?”

“He just messaged me saying that William told him he becomes Mayor and now he’s acting as if he’s my boss.” She said, reading the text from her phone and rolling her eyes.

“I told William not to say anything about the future.” You added, rolling your eyes too.

“You really are your mother’s daughter.”

You and Dinah looked up to find John and Connor standing in front of you, grinning at you both.

“Oh, I didn’t know it was ‘bring your kid to work’ day.” Dinah said sarcastically making you smirk and fight to hide a laugh.

“Right back at you, Dinah. Connor thought he could help. He was an agent at an organization called Knightwatch.”

“It makes A.R.G.U.S. look like a kindergarten class. The Canaries are comparable, though.” He said, grinning once more at you as you rolled your eyes again.

“Canaries?” You glanced back at your mother and then widened your eyes at Connor. You guys weren’t doing a great job at not revealing things about the future.

“Haha, uh, he-forget it.” You waved your hand as if you were literally dismissing something real.

When Dinah and John raised their brows in question at each other, you smacked Connor‘s arm and scolded him.

“Ow, jeez, y/n.” He whispered and when your parents looked at you, the two of you suddenly smiled and pretended to act nonchalantly.

Dinah then changed the subject and showed you both something that was left at the crime scene of a bombing at Starling General. Connor then revealed the hidden message using a black light. You watched as he frowned and then excused himself to check his phone when it rang.

“This is Mia, I should probably go. Y/N?” He said, widening his eyes slightly to let you know he found out something he didn’t want your parents to know about.

“Yeah, I’ll come too. We’ll catch up later?”

“Yeah, of course. Be safe.” Your Mum said, kissing your cheek and quickly hugging you.

As you and Connor walked out SCPD and made your way to Oliver’s apartment, you started to speak.

“I’m sorry that you and John aren’t as close at the moment.”

Though you were glad that you and your mother were on good terms, you did feel bad that the rest of your team’s relationships with their parents had gotten off to a rocky start since you guys came back.

“It’s okay. It’s to be expected. I’m glad for you and your Mom. I know how close you two are. Time has no impact on that.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, “so, what did you see?”

He then began to explain the phrase he saw and the relevance it had to JJ.

“Shit, what are we going to do?”

***

After having relayed the information Connor had told you to William and Mia, you were all divided on how to handle the situation. You and William wanted to tell your parents but Connor and Mia wanted to handle this themselves.

You found yourself starting to get even more annoyed at Mia’s stubbornness but relented when Mia said that they could avenge Zoe by going after JJ themselves.

You all then went to an abandoned building that would later become Galaxy One’s home base. You decided to split up, with Mia and Connor in one direction and you and William in another.

As you and William started to look through the empty space, you heard Mia and Connor yell, “JJ” and before you could run up to join them, you found yourself surrounded by a handful of Deathstrokes.

Just by looking at them, anger coursed through your body as the image of JJ ramming a sword through Zoe’s chest came to the forefront of your mind.

“This is gonna be fun. Don’t move, William.”

You ran straight for the Deathstroke soldiers and began fighting them. You narrowly missed the swipe of their swords and you ducked under one of their arms before putting your full force into your kick to one of their chests. They fell to the floor, the sword clattering down beside them. Quickly picking it up, you stabbed the soldier on the floor and got ready to fight the other two remaining.

Just as you were about to strike, they fell to the floor in front of you, revealing John and Rene with their guns raised. You all jumped when you heard an explosion and ran out the building to find Connor and Mia, now joined by Dinah, Laurel and Oliver.

“You guys have got some explaining to do.” Laurel said, coughing as the smoke filled the air.

***

After the explosion at Galaxy One, which was sure to have consequences, you all went back to the bunker where you were scolded by your parents.

You all explained the significance of the building and that the Deathstroke’s leader was Grant Wilson, Slade’s other son.

“So if you knew it was Grant, then why did you call him JJ?”

You all stilled at the mention of JJ and looked at each other as if mentally asking whether or not to reveal the truth.

“Connor, what’s going on?” John shouted causing you all to flinch.

Connor then explained that JJ was the Deathstroke during your time and that you all thought he had come back alongside you. William then revealed the true nature of Star City in the future and how it’s overrun with crime and corrupt cops and politicians.

Then when William began to refer to Zoe’s death, he was harshly quietened by Mia.

“No, Mia. They have a right to know.”

William continued to explain how JJ had killed Zoe causing Rene to storm out with John and Connor following him.

“Now look what happened. We shouldn’t have told them.” Mia said, shouting at the both of you.

“You know what, Mia? I’ve had enough of you. This is your fault. JJ may have killed Zoe but it would never have happened if you hadn’t been insistent in us going in the first place! She told you that it was a bad idea. We both did.” You started to raise your voice then willed yourself to calm down and speak with a steady tone.

“There’s a reason why we were left in charge. For God’s sake, Mia. You jump into situations without thinking it through. Learn something from your goddamn father, for once.”

You watched as the blonde opened her mouth then closed it, unable to think of a retort. You hoped that, this time, she’d finally take your words into consideration.

Just now realising that you and Mia were still in the bunker, surrounded by Dinah, Laurel, Oliver and William, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Realising that, William attempted to change the subject.

“Zoe was fighting to fix exactly what her dad helped cause. That's why she was a Canary like both of you.

“You guys had a whole network of them in the City.” You added, smiling.

“And that's what Connor was talking about earlier?” You nodded at your mother. “And yet, we still failed to save the city.”

“Mum, you and Laurel helped us try and make it a better place. You trained Zoe and I and countless other women. We saved so many people, all because of you both.”

“Thank you, honey. I’m gonna go check on Rene.” She sighed.

“C-Can I come with you?” You asked with uncertainty but relaxed when she nodded.

***

“Aunt Dinah! I didn’t know you were gonna be here.”

You were currently outside Rene and Zoe’s apartment building in the Glades that looked a hell of a lot different than it did in the future. You watched your mother and Zoe hug when they pulled away and the latter looked you confused.

“Hi, I’m Zoe. Nice to meet you.” You shook her hand.

It was extremely weird and heartbreaking to see Zoe so young and happy.

For as long as you’d known her, she’d been so worried about the city and was later broken by Rene’s betrayal. The only time she was ever truly happy was when she was with you.

“I’m Tina. Dinah’s...cousin.” You lied, using the name your mother used when she went undercover.

Rene then ushered Zoe inside leaving you, Dinah and Rene alone. Rene expressed his fears of the numbered days with Zoe when Dinah offered some advice.

“Mum’s right. Just because she’s gone now doesn’t mean she will be. The future isn’t cemented. We can change it. It’s not all that hard to change honestly.” You explained, shrugging your shoulders.

“What? How do you know so much about time travel?”

“Aunt Sara used to take me on the waverider growing up. You and Laurel are great fighters but she wanted me to learn some League skills so she took me to Nanda Parbat where she, Nyssa and Talia taught me how to fight.”

You laughed when Rene and Dinah’s mouth dropped but was soon interrupted when your phone pinged with a message. It was Connor explaining that Mia had stormed out with Laurel and Grant had given a warning.

“We should get back, Mum. Rene, I’m sorry about Zoe. But I promise I’ll do everything I can to make sure she’s alive. I can’t lose her again.”

***

After arriving back at the bunker and discussing the next steps, you watched Connor storm away and put on boxing gloves. You approached him just before he threw the first punch.

“What do you want, y/n?”

“I get that you’re angry. I am too.”

“Oh really? Your relationship with your Mum is fine. Mine with my dad is not.” He said snidely making you push him.

“For fuck’s sake, Connor. I’m pissed about Zoe. Your brother killed my best friend. I’m not just going to forget about that!” You whispered harshly, keeping your voice low to prevent your parents from hearing.

You then tied your hair up and discarded your top, leaving you in your sports bra.

“Come on, a moving target’s better.” You sighed, picking up two sets of bamboo sticks, throwing one to Connor.

The two of you began sparring, aware of your parents watching you both.

***

“I need 3 units at the docks and another 2 in Pennytown, okay?” Dinah ordered one of her officers.

After your sparring session, Curtis had explained that the drive that they had found had revealed that Grant was planning another siege. Everyone, with the exemption of you, Dinah and Rene, had left to take care of the bombs.

You then watched as another officer brought in a handcuffed male and sat him in a chair. You and your Mum looked in confusion when you saw the male place something under the chair.

Then all Hell broke loose. The individual put on a Deathstroke mask and began fighting officers. You and your Mum ran over to the chair when you were grabbed by the Deathstroke soldier.

You grabbed his arm and flipped yourself to get out of his grasp before ducking to miss one of his punches. He pulled a gun from one of the officers but before he could shoot anyone, you screamed your Canary Cry, effectively flinging him through a window where he slumped unconscious against a wall.

“BOMB!”

You ran back to your mother and kneeled on the ground beside her.

“Bomb squad’s not gonna get here in time.” Your mother said.

“I got this.”

You had been taught how to disable bombs from different people over the years. They were skills that definitely came in handy.

Removing the device from the chair, you gently placed it against the ground.

“It looks like an IED but there’s something different. The way it’s pulsating makes me think that it’s linked to an intervalometer meaning that there should be a transfer switch in the original device. Luckily if I disable this, it shouldn’t trigger anything. I just hope the intervalometer is with the rest of the team because Connor will be able to disable that.”

You started to inspect the device. You gently removed the plastic cap, revealing two wires. Pulling a switch knife out of your pocket, you grabbed the red wire and cut it, rendering the device harmless.

You sat back against your heels and let out a breath. When you looked up at Dinah, you saw a mixture of shock, surprise and pride on her face.

“God, you’re brilliant.” She said, hugging you close to her.

“Well, I am my Mother’s daughter.”

***

After defusing the bomb, Connor was able to do the same, leading to Grant’s capture and imprisonment in Blackgate. Everyone then went their separate ways to spend more time with their parents so you, Dinah and Laurel ended up going back to SCPD after getting some Big Belly Burger.

The three of you were laughing like you did back home and it made you smile as you thought back to some of your happier memories.

“That sounds gross, Laurel.”

“Just try it.”

Laurel pushed her milkshake towards you and Dinah so you both grabbed a fry and dipped it into the drink. Surprisingly, it tasted quite nice.

“Not bad, Laurel.” Your Mum said as they both smiled at each other.

Though you had revealed a lot about the future, there were a few things you had omitted from mentioning.

“So, here’s a question, y/n. Why do you call John, Rene and Oliver by their names but Sara by Aunt?” Laurel asked you, going full DA mode.

“Ummm, because she is?” You said, unable to think of a lie. “These fries are yum.” You said, swiftly changing the topic causing Dinah and Laurel to share a look.

“Okay, that was weird. I need to run a quick errand but I’ll be back in a bit to work out the logistics of the Canary network. See you, Dinah. Bye, y/n.”

“Bye, Mum.”

The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. You covered your mouth with your hands, as if trying to will the words back in your mouth, but the damage was already done.

“I’m sorry, Mum?”

Your Mums looked at each other in shock and then at you.

“Oops.”

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likemuh-fashnik · 4 years ago

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On the finale of Doom Patrol...

So, I finally got the chance to watch the second season of Doom Patrol. Stop reading here if you haven’t seen it.

I’m sure I’m not the first person to say that while I liked this season, it was not as good as season one. For everything they went through, they all seemed to make forward progress last season, and the whole season tied together from beginning to end better. I know they had to cut the season short due to quarantine, and I’m really looking forward to how they tie it all up with Dorothy finally growing up, facing her demons, and defeating them, now that the chief is no longer holding her back. (or trying to kill her! jeez, we thought he was terrible before, but now he’s arranging to kill his own daughter! I hope someone comes to their senses and kicks him out next season) (or drops him off a building)

I also had another thought, that I couldn’t remember if it was explicitly addressed in the episode. During the fight at the end, do we see ‘Miranda’ after the team splits up? I can’t remember, but I think not. She doesn’t have an imaginary friend to face down because her whole head is full of them. In addition, from the reveal at the end that the ‘Miranda’ we thought we knew was actually the echo of her awful father, I think that was the real damage that the candlemaker did to the system when he arrived and killed BabyDoll and FlamingKaty. That was the first time that ‘Miranda’ reappeared. His thing is turning your imaginary friend against you, so the worst damage he could do to Jane and the system is take the worst part of them and give it the appearance of a friend. It was a fascinating reveal, and I can’t wait to learn more.

But I digress. What I really wanted to talk about was the Miranda flashbacks part of the final episodes. I was wildly proud of young Miranda when she crawled out of the well, and wrote that cogent and scathing letter. For her to have such a clear view of the things that had happened to her being his fault and not hers, is an incredible feat for a person with such prolonged trauma. When we first saw Miranda outside the diner, it seemed like she was functioning pretty well in the world. She was holding down a job, and looked like she was clean and had enough to eat. This was her job after all, as the Primary, and she was doing it well.

Enter John (that fuckboi)

In his first scene, he seems harmless enough. He goes to touch her hair, sees that that’s too much, and pulls back, seeming to respect that boundary. Then, a ‘few years’ later, when they are moving in together, he knows that Miranda needs time alone to sketch and to talk to herself. He knows that things were bad for her growing up. We are lead to believe that he gets her. He obviously doesn’t know all the details, or have any complex understanding of psychology, but he knows her well enough to know what she needs in the relationship. Or so we think.

At the party, as Miranda slowly comes to understand what the people in her house are expecting, she goes to John to help her, as a person she trusts. Instead, he betrays that trust in pretty much the worst way, several times over. The previous scenes indicate that Miranda is not comfortable with strangers touching her. And John absolutely knows this. It is not a misunderstanding, or just the ‘free love’ of the decade. He knows what her limits are, and demonstrates that he does not care. In a few sentences, he makes it clear that participation is a condition of the relationship.

And this is Miranda’s only connection. You’ll recall, when they are moving the couch, that all ‘their’ friends are actually his friends. It is so hard for Miranda to make connections with people, that it probably took all of her mental energy to be with John, and she has no other social support. If he ends it because she won’t do this, she will be completely alone.

So of course, she talks to herself, and it’s very telling that she says ‘we have to do this.’ The orgy isn’t optional if she wants to keep her man. Next thing we know, some awful white guy is on top of her, she is barely tolerating it, and he seems to have no clue. Scarlet Harlot even emerges to try to get them through it, but it’s no use once she flashes back to her father. The guy is saying this is good, because he has no concern or respect for her. And he’s a stranger, so you wouldn’t necessarily expect him to, but that fuckboi John knew that she would hate this. Which is why he sprung it on her the night of. He claimed that this was something they can do together, but he was only thinking about himself.

After a betrayal like this, from someone she’d worked so hard to trust, Miranda can no longer function in the world. She can’t do her job as Primary anymore.

When Jane finally emerges and tears him and the other party goers to shreds, she is absolutely right, I just wish Miranda didn’t have to die for us to get that epic speech.

As I am writing this all out, I’m thinking back to some season one flashbacks. We see Jane at a punk concert right before she goes to the asylum. It’s supposed to be a CBGB-type of place. Jane is every inch the 70s counter-culture punk, and I guess know we know why, because she emerged as a rebellion against the free love hippie culture of the same decade.

#doom patrol #wax patrol #crazy jane

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We found love in a hopeless place part 15

I'm rewatching S8 and I was watching the episode where Spencer and Maeve were planning to meet face to face and I got inspired by it.

Chapter 15: The true meaning of life

The next day Max went to his apartment to enjoy their morning coffee and sandwiches. He opened the door and let her in. They kissed softly.

"I will take a quick shower and after getting dressed we can have food"

"If you want I can make the sandwiches and you the coffee"

"Sounds perfect" she smiled and he walked to his room to get everything.

Meanwhile she walks in the kitchen and looked for everything to make the sandwiches with cheese, ham and mayonnaise and ketchup.

Then she covered them and walked to the living room. She started to check his library, she saw some technical books about his job, some of them she already saw them when she helped him.

Then she found other books that are narrative books. Old ones but good books. Then her eyes laid on a newer book, she took it and on the cover she could read The Narrative of John Smith by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

She loved that author and maybe she will ask him to lend it to her.

Then she opened the book and on the first page she saw a handwritten quote by Thomas Merton "Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone; we find it with another"

She was curious about it now so when he walked out she will ask him. The handwritten looked like it was made by a woman, because she already know what his handwriting looks like.

She was so focused on it that she did not hear Spencer until he spoke "what are you doing?" She jumped a little.

"Jeez... Spence you scared me" he looked the book in her hand "I was checking your books, you are such a technical books lover but then I found this and I'm a Conan Doyle fan so I was about to ask you if I can read this. Then I saw this..." She pointed to the quote "...and got curious"

"It was a present from the first woman I was in a kind of relationship" he looked at her "but it's a long story I can tell you while we eat" she nodded and looked at her "you can take this one" he got the one he brought back them and hand it to her "it's funny. I brought this to her and she thought the same" he smiled but it was a little sad.

"You don't have to tell me anything if it hurts you" she rubbed his cheek.

"No it's ok" they walked to the kitchen and he told her everything while they made coffee and put the sandwiches in the toaster.

They ate while they continued to talk about the situation he had to face with Maeve Donovan.

"...so Diane killed herself and Maeve at the same time" she looked shocked.

"Yeah... In front of me and my team" he finished his coffee "I was devastated, not only because I couldn't save her but also because it was something personal" she nodded and held his hand.

"It wasn't your fault, you did everything you usually do and sadly that woman was crazy AF so you couldn't do anything else" she kissed his hand "and you are still a hero to me"

He smiled to her "thank you, I just hope I would never had to deal with anything with you" he squeezed her hand.

"Me too" she finished her coffee "oh by the way I asked my boss if my boyfriend could give us a class about what to do if there's a shooting in a school"

"And what did she said?"

"She said 'Oh my God Max... YEEEEES that's something every school needs to know!' and set a date right after it" she said making an impression of the principal of her school "oh and she congratulated me for having a boyfriend" she rolled her eyes.

He laughed at that "good. I guess you told her I can in only in a few weeks right?"

She nodded "yes I did and you can pick the date that better suit you" he nodded "today my dad wanted us to go to his house for lunch and spend time together. My sister and her family will be there too"

"I would love to" he smiled then the couple left to her dad's house. When they arrived there and talk with them about everything. Sammy started to ask Spencer things and they started to have a good time.

Then he decided to show him a magic trick with his grandfafher's cards. He was shocked and tell everyone about it.

"You are full of surprises aren't you?" Max laughed "I remember you told me about this but sadly I didn't see it yet" she smiles holding his arm.

"My godsons love it and Hotch's son too, he was my boss when I started at the BAU" she nodded.

"Awesome, but now you won't get peace around Sammy" he laughed at that.

"I don't mind. He's a great kid and I enjoy my time with him"

"Good" she kissed his arm and the rest of the day was full of conversations and embarrassed stories about Max as a kid, which made her blushing and screaming to her sister and father.

They ate barbeque chicken and ribs and have a good time. At night Michelle left with a sleepy Sam in his father's arms.

"It's always a pleasure to spend time with you Spencer. And thank you for get into Max's life. Even though we like to make fun of her and tell embarrassed stories we were worry about her and want her to be happy. She deserves it and I'm happy she met you" she smiled "I hope you two last"

"I hope so too and I will do anything to keep her safe and happy" Michelle smiled and hugged him.

"Goodbye Spencer" she patted his arm and left.

Then he walked back to Max who was helping her dad to wash the dishes with Eloise. He just stood there watching them talking and having fun.

Something he never could do during his life with his mom. Since he had memory his mother was not really there for him. He wanted something like this and envy his friends for having it. He enjoyed something like this when they went to Chicago or to JJ's house but now he feels it different because his closer relationship with Max.

After some more time there they left the house. She took him to his apartment.

"Did you have a good day?" She asked him.

"Amazing. You know I enjoyed be with your family" he smiled at her.

"Good" she held his hand and kissed it.

They were in silence and when they arrived to his apartment, he kissed her softly and he left to his apartment.

When he walked in the apartment he saw the quote from the book that was on the table. Maybe he finally found the meaning of life with Max. He was falling in love every day and she never judged him.

OOooOOooOO

Hope you liked this chapter.

#criminal mind #spencer reid #maxine brenner #maxcer #fanfiction

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February 26, 2021: Love Story (1970) (Part 1)

Why Love Story? I mean...to be fair...

Yeah, anyway, it is a love story, and this is Romance February, so...yeah, kinda need to watch this one for that reason alone. And, unsurprisingly, this film is considered one of the best romance films of all time, landing number 9 on the AFI list of best romances, and being nominated for Best Picture, Director, Actor, Actress, Supporting Actor, Original Screenplay, and Score...and winning ONLY Score. GODDAMN, that’s a hell of a loss! What did it lose to for Best Picture?

OOOOOOH, Patton? Yeah, that’ll do ya. Haven’t seen that movie yet, but it’s on my list for this year. OK, what about Director? Oh, that’s Patton, too. Actor? Also Patton. Actress? Women in Love. Huh. Never heard of that one. OK, Original Screenplay? ALSO PATTON? Jeez.

One more thing before I start. How the hell is Taylor Swift’s “Love Story” that popular on this site?

Because finding GIFs for this movie has been HAAAAAARD. Geez. But OK, let’s get started, shall we? Let’s see if this film is indeed a Love Story that’ll last until the end of time! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap (1/2)

We open with a beautiful piano score, and a question: what can you say about a 25-year-old girl who died? Well, I can guess where this is headed.

We start with an interaction between Harvard “preppie” student Oliver Barrett IV (Ryan O’Neal) and quippy, working-class, Radcliffe student Jennifer “Jenny” Cavalleri (Ali MacGraw), as they argue about a book, which immediately segues into a coffee date.

It is at this point that the GF decided that she loved this relationship, as it’s basically the tsundere-loves-tsundere story that fuels her. Which I get, because the two very quickly fall in love with each other, and I also like it. He invites Jenny to a college game against Dartmouth, and she ends up accepting the invitation. I have comments on Harvard and hockey, but I tend to go off on tangents, so I’ll keep it calm. I mean, it’s not like they’re going up against Cornell, my alma-mater.

...Oh wait. Yes, they are. WELL LET’S DO THIS

Cornell and Harvard have a legendary relationship in general, but especially in terms of hockey. Look, take this from a Cornell alumnus: we SUCK at sports, but hockey? Oh, we’re fuckin’ GREAT at hockey. But that comes with a price: rivalries. Back in the day, the biggest one was with Boston University, and another major one with Colgate, but no, no, the rivalry that takes the cake is our rivalry with Harvard, those preppies.

See, the oldest and youngest Ivy League schools have an old-ass rivalry, most owing to elitist principles from Harvard students of days olde. They thought that Cornell had lower academic standards, and were a lower-quality school, WHICH WE ARE FUCKING NOT, ya grade inflationary...anyway. In 1973, a game took place at Harvard between the two, and a chicken was thrown onto the ring. This chicken was a symbol of Cornell’s agricultural and life sciences school, now called CALS (WHICH I WENT TO), as it was a publicly funded institution, rather than the private schools. Dude threw it at a goalie, and Cornellians were RIGHTFULLY PISSED OFF.

So, what did the Big Red boys do?

FISH.

Oh, yeah, they threw a BIG OL’ DEAD FISH at the next home game. A BUNCH of them, actually Some thought that it was a commentary on the fact that Harvard was close to Boston, a harbor town, or a connection to the New England fishing industry at large. But, uh...no...they did it because fish are smelly. Not exactly a red-letter moment for the intellectual subtlety of Cornelians, BUT NEVERTHELESS.

This began a tradition. Amidst the chants and glorious taunts thrown back and forth between the two teams and their fans, chicken and fish would be thrown on the rink during and after games, and it got SO BAD that they legit check you for fish when you enter a game at Cornell. Joke’s on them, though; I threw Swedish fish. HA! Also, somebody still managed to get away with a fish at every game, and they were always BIG-ASS fish, too. Never been to a Harvard game at Harvard, though. One of these days...I’ll make it to represent the Big Red. There’s far more to this rivalry, but you can read about it right here if you want.

Anyway, back to the movie. Cornell wins (HA! GOO STAAHT THE CAAAAAAAAAR!!! Sorry, that’s...that’s an anti-Harvard chant made by the Lynah Faithful. That’s the name for Cornell Hockey fans. See, Lynah - I’ll shut up now). At the game is his father, Oliver Barrett III (Ray Milland), and they don’t have the best of relationships. He’s trying to push Oliver to go to law school, be it at Harvard or Cornell (and we have a fantastic NOPE. SHUTTING UP).

Back at Harvard, we also get a glimpse of Jenny’s relationship with her father, whom she calls by his first name, and their relationship is FAR better. He reveals to her his contempt for his father and his expectations. They study together, which turns into a discussion about Jenny’s reticence to admit her feelings and attractedness towards him, although Oliver’s already done so.

That turns into a tender moment where Jenny admits her feelings, and the two kiss. Said kiss becomes a night together, and she compares him to Bach and Mozart, and the Beatles. We also learn that she’s not very religious, believing that a world that gives her music and Oliver couldn’t be surpassed. Which is...a beautiful sentiment, goddamn.

They continue their relationship, to the mild annoyance of Oliver’s housemates (including a young Tommy Lee Jones), and she tells Oliver that she loves him. They frolic in the snow together, in yet another wonderfully sweet montage.

After one of her piano recitals (she’s a music study major), she reveals that she’s got a scholarship to go and study to Paris, which upsets Oliver greatly, Their short argument reveals that Oliver wishes to marry her one day soon, which delights her, me, and the GF. But she’s worries that their clashing economic backgrounds will divide them too much, as well as their potentially different paths. Still, she accepts his proposal, and they become engaged.

Soon enough, he drives her through Boston to meet his parents, who live on a BIG-ASS ESTATE, GODDAMN. It’s a lot, seriously, holy shit. The mansion is HUGE. And dinner goes...well, Jenny thinks that it goes all right, but Oliver can see that his parents are looking down on her and her socioeconomic status.

Jenny sees how much Oliver genuinely dislikes his father, and questions whether or not Oliver wishes to marry her because he’s rebelling against his father. He denies this, but his father would seem to agree. At a private dinner with his father, it’s confirmed that he’s been accepted to law school. However, his father threatens to cut him off of his inheritance if Oliver marries Jenny. Oliver, enraged, leaves the dinner.

This causes a massive issue, given the fact that Barrett’s going to Harvard Law School, which is NOT CHEAP. He speaks to the Dean (Russell Nype) about getting a scholarship, post-disownment. After much struggling and confusion, they make a deal about the whole situation.

Next up is a visit to Cranston, Rhode Island, to visit Jenny’s father Phil Thompson (John Marley). His father loves him pretty much immediately, and is enraged by Oliver III’s actions in disowning his father. On a related note, I love Phil. He seems like a great guy. There’s a bit of a clash when they reveal that they’re both atheistic at this point, and don’t plan to have the ceremony in a church. But he accepts it pretty quickly.

The two get married at the college, with very few attendants. They recite poetry to each other, with Oliver reciting Walt Whitman, and with Jenny reciting Elizabeth Barrett Browning, who was mentioned in an earlier conversation between the two. They’re married, and the GF is in love with the whole movie at this point. I’m inclined to agree.

Halfway point! See you in Part 2!

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