#the hubby and i are getting nerdy together

[paperstorm]

I love Tk and his lil “nerdy” interests haha

- lizards (need I say more)

- gets offended over someone thinking Catan is boring (same level of offended-ness as his hubby stealing chocolate puddings)

- genuinely believing that his dad would be excited to assemble 1000 pieces of “dogs playing poker” puzzle (til this day I still laugh at how that was Carlos & TK choice of puzzle for owen, not some basic beautiful scenery but it has to be DOGS PLAYING POKER and the way they weren’t even trying to be comedic about it)

The idea of TK and Carlos doing puzzles together with coffee and blankets on a Sunday is too cute to stomach I actually might stop living. He’s so CUTE with all the unexpected things he’s passionate about 🥺

[waynes-multiverse]

I loved what you did with this chapter and the direction you took! So clever switching Denise and reader's roles in the kidnapping 🤓 (Also, yay Denise gets away trauma-free. She honestly deserves this 🫶)

The conversation with Beau and Carla at the beginning was so awesome! Again, I loved hearing Beau's inner monologue to the dialogue we already know from the show, and I really appreciate hearing his & Carla's perspective on things!

“All right, smart Alec. Why don’t you break out the extra sheets I got in the trailer? We’ll set up the bed and the couch.”

Do I spy a Dark Angel reference here? Ooooh, my nerdy heart 👀

“If you can call that glorified bench a couch,” Emily muttered with a grin.

Emily's comments always kill me! Love a good dad-roast 🤣

She didn’t cry often. She could have an ironclad grip on her emotions when she needed to. She knew he’d been drowning in it for a year and hadn’t known how to pull him out. Every time he pushed her away, it had hurt her, hardened her, making her will to try again less and less. So she left him.

Loved how you describe Carla here! I always saw her the same way 🤍

“Carla, I’ll always love you…” She smiled slightly, brushing the remaining tears from her cheek. “Though I sense a but coming,” she said.

Love how you handled that! That's a tough one to write around 👏 (I just had to, too lmao)

And you gotta love small towns! Of course reader runs into her at the store 😆

“Do frozen fish sticks count?” Carla remarked.

Help 🤣🤣🤣 Beau's no Dean Winchester in the kitchen it seems

“It’s gotta do with Avery and the money he stole,” Beau said, grinding his teeth. “I needa find him.”

That was so frustrating to watch in the show! He immediately jumped to Avery and wasted time on that lead (and got Carla's hubby killed lol). Meanwhile, poor Em & reader are kidnapped by a psycho serial killer 👀🙈

You grabbed Emily’s hands and met her frantic eyes with your calmer ones. You were hoping to reassure her, let her know that while you were scared too, you were with her. She wasn’t alone.

Throughout this whole kidnapping ordeal, I loved how she was there for Emily, tried to calm her, reassure her etc. And then Emily did the exact same! There were so many sweet moments between them during this horrible thing. Those girls are trauma bonded for life now after everything they've been through 💕

He hadn’t been able to tell you a lot of things. And maybe, he’d never get the chance.

Ooooh I love me a good "love realization"! A kidnapping surely will do that to you 😝 But I'm betting he gets a chance soon 😏❤️

Your name fell from Beau’s lips, his voice breaking. Emily looked up at her dad and had to smile. She even made room for you when you came up on his other side. Beau still kept his daughter tucked against him, but he reached for you as well and brought you into his embrace.

That was such a sweet move from Em 😭🥹❤️ I loved this whole scene of Beau getting his girls back

But he noticed Jenny, Cassie, Cormack, and even his daughter watching with some kind of smile on their faces. You stared up at him, teary eyed and waiting. Beau cleared his throat.

My poor babies always have to endure the most awkward situations 😂😂😂

Fantastic chapter! I love how you included the reader in the episode. You made it work so well! 😍👏 (I wish this was the actual show lol)

Now, that the serial killers and Averys and Michaels of this story are taken care of, hopefully nothing is in the way of those two finally being together for real 😏🥰

Take Me Home - Part 7

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader 

Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you’ve both got a past you’re running from. 

AN: For everyone who has Easter plans tomorrow (Happy Easter!), I decided to release this part a bit early. And yes, we’re at that part of the season 3 plotline…

Word Count: 6.6K

Tags/Warnings: Major angst, survival situations, violence, hurt/comfort.

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Part 7: On the Edge of a Knife

Beau returned home that night with a large pizza for Carla and Emily. He’d already eaten with you an hour ago, but true to his legendary appetite, he still found room for a slice of pepperoni. They got comfortable around the fire out in front of his trailer.

“What held you up?” Carla asked.

Beau sighed and first wiped a bit of sauce from his face with a napkin. He admitted there was an altercation between you and your ex-boyfriend, Michael Hadley. Beau happened to be there in time to settle things down and help patch you up after you fell through a glass coffee table.

“Oh my God. Is she okay?” Emily asked. Beau noted her concern with a smile.

“She’s fine. Some minor cuts and bruises,” he said. “But I had to encourage the guy to leave town. If he’s got any sense, he’ll get gone.”

Emily looked relieved at that. Then she eyed him with a suspicious smile.

“And you just happened to be in the neighborhood?” she asked slyly, voicing the thought that Carla hadn’t wanted to.

Both women watched him closely, but Carla knew the tell-tale signs of Beau covering his embarrassment, giving his daughter a wry look.

“All right, smart Alec. Why don’t you break out the extra sheets I got in the trailer? We’ll set up the bed and the couch.”

“If you can call that glorified bench a couch,” Emily muttered with a grin. 

“Ey!” Beau called after her, though he watched her go in amusement.

After a couple more hours of chatting and catching up, showers taken and plates washed, Emily headed for bed. The adults stayed up for a while, bundled in warm coats as they sat together by the fire.

Beau remembered what Emily told him days ago; that he hadn’t needed to be a perfect man for his wife and daughter. They’d just needed him to be a bit more honest about what he was going through, to let them in. After what happened today with you, your patience and understanding with him…he was beginning to get what she meant.

“I’m really thankful for you helping us,” Carla said. It unearthed him out of his own head.

“Yeah,” he replied with a nod.

Admittedly, he was still a bit distracted. Besides how he left things with you (which still made heat crawl up the back of his neck), he still had Avery and that stolen money to worry about. Otherwise known as the reason Carla and Emily would have to cram themselves in his little trailer.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Carla prodded, laying a gentle hand on his arm.

“I just got a bad feeling about all this,” he confessed. “It’s like in Houston with Randy.”

“No,” she shook her head. “You can’t go there.”

“It’s too late,” he replied. “‘Cause it feels the same. Like something’s…something is comin’, and I’m powerless to stop it.”

“Randy’s death was not your fault,” she reminded him. Just like you had.

Beau looked over at her with a humorless quirk of his lips.

“We both know that’s not true. He was my partner and I let him down. And then…then I wasn’t there for you, or Emily. I don’t blame you for leaving me.”

Carla couldn’t help it, but a part deep inside her had been regretting that choice. Her eyes burned with unshed tears. She managed to blink and keep them at bay, though she let out a shaky breath.

“Well, you’re here for us now,” she said. And yet, she could’ve predicted his next words like clockwork.

“It don’t make up for the way I checked out,” he said.

Carla licked her dry lips and swallowed down the emotion clogging her throat. She didn’t cry often. She could have an ironclad grip on her emotions when she needed to.

It was part of what made her a good lawyer. She knew Beau had sometimes gotten frustrated with that aspect of her personality in the past, because he was the opposite.

The man kept a good lid on things for his job, but at heart, he was driven by his passion, his anger, his love, and right now, his bone-deep guilt and shame.

She knew he’d been drowning in it for a year and hadn’t known how to pull him out. Every time he pushed her away, it had hurt her, hardened her, making her will to try again less and less. So she left him. 

It was the choice she made, and she knew she had to live with it. Just like marrying Avery.

Carla laid a hand on Beau’s over his knee. She made sure he looked her in the eyes when she said this.

“I forgive you. For all of that, okay?” she said. After a moment, he nodded. This time, she felt like he actually heard her.

“But I’m telling you, this thing with Avery…this isn’t over by a long shot,” he told her. “I’m not saying that to scare you. You understand that?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, even though those tears from earlier were working their way down her face. She wiped them away hastily.

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you two,” Beau said, in a firm, reassuring tone.

It worked, and it didn’t. Carla nodded again. “I know.”

He sighed through his nose and squeezed her hand. His gaze shifted away, back to the bonfire dancing in front of them. His eyes stung at both the smoke, and the emotion rising in his chest. He steeled himself.

“Carla, I’ll always love you…”

She smiled slightly, brushing the remaining tears from her cheek.

“Though I sense a but coming,” she said.

When she said your name in question, Beau glanced back over at her and nodded. Carla had been his first real love, besides Daisy Harlow in the eleventh grade.

But you were unexpected. How quickly, how deeply you’d gotten under his skin was too hard to ignore. And at this point, he didn’t want to.

Meanwhile, Carla stared at her ex-husband in bemusement. She slipped her hand from his and folded hers back in her lap.

“What’s she like?” she asked. Half of her was genuinely curious. The other half would rather not hear his answer, but she supposed it was only fair. She was the one who moved on first.

Still, the flicker of Beau’s soft smile stung, just a little.

“She’s special,” he said. “Resilient, like you. And smart to boot. You know she’s a college professor?”

“Yeah, Emily told me,” Carla said. 

Beau’s smile dimmed when he noted the resignation in her voice. She gave him a knowing look. 

“I have no right to complain,” she said. “And you deserve to be happy too, Beau.”    

He considered that with a nod. He wasn’t sure if he believed her, but for your sake…he would try.

“Can you promise me something?” Carla asked. 

“Name it,” he said.

“I know Avery is in this thing deep. He lied to me and he created this mess. Even when this is over, I don’t know what’s going to happen between us. I know I’m asking a lot of you, but please, look out for him,” she implored. Beau uttered a wry chuckle and rubbed at his chin.

“He is in this deep. And he’s being stubborn about it,” he said. “I might not be able to help him walk it back, but I will try.”  

Carla released another sigh and nodded in response. She supposed that was the best she could hope for. 

A few days later, you walked up and down the grocery store aisles with a basket in one hand and your phone against your ear with the other.

“Okay, I’ve got all manners of junk food and chick-flick movie watching snacks, including Reese’s cups, ice cream, frozen pizzas, and no less than three bottles of wine,” you said. “Am I missing anything?”

“I don’t think so, hun. That sounds very comprehensive,” Denise replied.

She was at work, and you were still getting ready for the fall semester. It was only a little over a month away, which meant you were excited, and also nervous.

You had five classes on your roster. You’d also visited Carroll College yesterday to set up your office with all your books, both textbooks and your favorites in fiction and non-fiction (but mostly fiction). Much Ado About Nothing was front and center in the Shakespeare section of your shelf.

You also wanted to at least try and relax for the rest of your summer. Denise was all too willing to help. You’d always had a good relationship with your aunt, albeit distant, since you’d lived in different states.

Living so close now just made you realize how much you two had in common. It was nice to find a friend in her, not just someone who would try to mother you in your own mother’s absence. 

“Yes! Good. Then get ready to brainstorm what movies we’re gonna watch tonight, and in what order,” you said.

“Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t already have a color-coded checklist,” Denise quipped.

You laughed. Yes, she knew you too well. “Okay, maybe I do, but you still get a vote.”

You turned a corner in the aisles and nearly ran right into Carla, who was pushing a cart. You both jolted in surprise and recognition.

“Oh, hi! I’m sorry,” you said, at the same time she said, “Sorry, I…”

You two did the polite, nervous laughter people did when put in awkward situations. You noticed all the food she had in her cart—enough to feed a family of three for the week.

“Yeah, finally getting around to doing a grocery run,” she said. “Beau’s trailer leaves much to be desired in the form of amenities, so…”

You adopted a more amused smile. “Yeah, he’s not much of a cook, is he?”

“Do frozen fish sticks count?” Carla remarked.

“Only if there’s expired tartar sauce, according to Emily,” you joked. The two of you shared a laugh that was a little more genuine. You chatted for a couple minutes more before you parted with amiable handwaving. Then you realized that your aunt was still hanging on the line.

You sighed and put your phone back up to your ear. “Hey, sorry.”

“Was that who I think it was?” Denise asked. She was probably trying to be cryptic, if Emily was in the room with her.

“Indeed, it was. Doing a nice family-sized grocery run,” you whispered back, to make sure you weren’t overheard. You brought your basket of junk to one of the checkout lines.

“When was the last time you heard from him?” Denise asked. She must’ve heard the heaviness in your voice. You both knew exactly who “him” was code for. Beau friggin’ Arlen.

“Not since we said goodbye last week,” you replied. And the memory of that kiss had been torturing you for days. It had also been the fuel of many…late nights with yourself.

Speaking of which, need some more AA batteries, you thought with a warm blush.

“Okay, forget candy. We should get cheesecake,” Denise proposed.

You smiled. “You know what, that’s a damn good idea. Definitely cheesecake.”

You hopped out of line to do just that. You knew it probably wouldn’t be as good as Chicago made, but you went over to the bakery side of the store and hunted for the most good-looking cheesecake you could find.

“Hey, if you want, stop by here later,” your aunt said. “Em is here. We’ll grab lunch, make it a real girls’ day.”

“Sure,” you agreed. You hadn’t seen Emily in a week or so either. “Where are you thinking? I’ve been wanting to try that Indian place down the street from your office.”

“Sounds good to me. Come over after you drop those groceries off at home.”

“Okay, will do. I’ll see you guys soon!” you said. 

Beau knew that he was going to be working straight through lunch. What he, Jenny, and Cassie had discovered in the past 24 hours was deeply unsettling. 

Not only was Walter Sunny Barnes’s son, but Paige was alive. She’d been found in the foyer of Sunny’s home, brandishing a knife, convinced the married couple were in it together on her kidnapping. Sunny claimed she’d had no idea her husband had taken the poor girl and kept her in a shack for days.

According to Paige’s testimony, Buck Barnes had tried to kill her. And since she was alive, it meant Walter had lied in confessing to her murder. It was also likely that he hadn’t killed Mary or Luke either.

That wasn’t even the worst of Beau’s headache.

He rubbed his face in frustration after getting off the phone with Carla. Thanks to this whole business of Avery’s stolen cryptocurrency, she was being followed. 

Fuckin’ hell, Beau thought. The next time he saw Avery, it had better be with handcuffs, or he was going to start working on his punch list for real. Instead, Beau grabbed his cell and called his daughter.

“Hey, Dad,” she answered on the third ring.

“Hey, honey. You doin’ all right? You good?” he asked. Maybe he was coming on a little strong, but worry was a living thing inside his gut.

“Yeah, totally. Just doing some research…but guess who’s coming to have lunch with us later?” she asked.

Her tone was leading him somewhere, and Beau thought he knew the destination. His lips curved with a half-smile. When he guessed your name, Emily confirmed.

“You’re welcome to join us. If, you know, you wanted to,” she teased.

Beau’s smile twisted with disbelief. Was his daughter trying to set him up? And better yet, it seemed like she liked you well enough to do it. While the thought warmed him, his smile dimmed.

“Wish I could, but uh, I got a lot of work here to do. I’m just…checking up on ya, like dads do,” he said.

As much as he wanted to see you (and he really, really did), he wasn’t lying. He needed to follow up on the man who’d trailed Carla to the drycleaners this morning. And he already had Jenny and Poppernak looking into finding Buck Barnes. He’d fled the scene after Paige and Sunny were picked up at the Barnes residence.

“Well, okay, consider me checked. We can talk later if you want,” Emily said. She sounded a bit disappointed. Beau felt guilty for that, but he’d make it up to her tonight. Maybe he’d bring home some takeout so Carla didn’t have to cook again in his tiny kitchenette.

“All right, honey. If not, I’ll see you tonight,” he said. “Just…don’t go anywhere by yourself, okay? Make sure Denise or Cassie’s with you. Matter of fact, I’ll pick you up from there today.”

“Yeah sure,” she said. Though he didn’t think she really heard the warning in his voice.

“‘Kay. Bye, Dad.”

She hung up, leaving Beau still feeling off-balanced. Until news came in from a fellow officer: while Paige had been brought to the hospital, Sunny Barnes had been brought into the station for questioning about her husband.

“Sorry I’m so late. I started cleaning my apartment and lost track of time,” you said, walking into the office of Dewell & Hoyt. Denise and Emily waved at you from their respective desks.

“That’s okay. We’ve been busy here,” Denise said. You looked at the large pinboard on the wall filled with news clippings and pieces of evidence. Bleeding Heart Killer, read many of the subject lines.

“Ech. Still working on this?” you asked.

“Unfortunately,” said Denise. She grabbed up her purse and went over to kiss your cheek in greeting. “But we might’ve gotten a huge break on it. I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.”

“Get back? Where’re you going?” you asked.

“To get the food! I already placed the orders,” she said, patting your arm. “I’ll be right back.”

You gave her a narrowed look. “I was going to pay for it—”

“No need!” Denise sing-songed on her way out of the office. It had you smiling, shaking your head. You looked over at Emily and tossed a thumb over your shoulder.

“Careful with her. She can be devious,” you said.

Emily smiled and stood up from her desk. She went over to sit with you on the small couch near the center of the room.

“I’m actually glad you’re here,” she said. “I’ve kinda got a question for you.”

“Kinda?” you echoed with a smile, but you pat her on the knee. “What’s on your mind, honey?”

Emily looked a little unsure. It had you giving her your undivided attention.

“It’s about my dad,” she began. Your smile slowly fell, but now you were really listening.

“Okay,” you nodded.

Emily opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, the lights in the entire office went out.

Natural light still came in from the large windows at the front. It was odd though. The weather outside, while chilly, wasn’t cold enough to create an outage. You hadn’t heard anything fizzle when the lights went out either.

“That’s weird—” Emily said.

The back door burst open with the sound of hinges breaking. Both of you gasped and stood from the couch. You slipped a hand into your purse to find your phone, and then the first contact you could think of.

You were about to press the call button when a tall man with broad shoulders stepped through. He was older, balding, and his clothes and neck were stained with blood.

Buck Barnes.

“Buck?” you gasped. “What…what’re you doing here?”

He didn’t look like the easy going, kind-hearted man you knew at the camp. Now, he looked haggard, injured, and dangerous, like a wild animal.

“Hush up,” Buck held up a silver pistol in his right hand. “And drop that phone, nice and slow.”

Your heart was in your throat, but you couldn’t just think of yourself. You subtly tried to pull Emily behind you as you set your phone down on the ground.

“You tried to kill Paige,” Emily accused of the man. It had you turning to her, your eyes going wide. When you looked over at Buck to gauge his reaction, you saw how his lips pursed.

“Sit down and shut up,” Buck ordered, gesturing with his gun at both of you. He drew closer and forced you and Emily to sit beside each other on the couch. There he grabbed a roll of duct tape from his pocket and began taping your shaking hands together.

“Why’re you doing this?” you asked Buck.

“I need some collateral if I’m gonna get the hell outta dodge,” he replied.

“Fine, but let Emily go. She’s just a kid,” you begged, as tears stung at your eyes.

Buck just continued taping you up. Thankfully not your feet, just your wrists. He moved to Emily next. 

“You don’t need her,” you tried again. “Come on, Buck. You really think Beau Arlen’s going to want to work something out with you if you take his daughter?”

“Oh, I’m bettin’ he’ll be more than willing.” Buck grabbed you and placed a strip of tape across your mouth, then on Emily’s. He hooked a large, calloused hand around your arm.

“Now get up.”

“What?!” Beau asked. His eyes widened in alarm. “Slow down, Denise. What’s going on?”

The more he listened, the more his heart plummeted into his stomach. He had to grip his work desk for balance.

It took him and Jenny under half an hour to meet up with Cassie and Denise back at Dewell & Hoyt, along with a forensics unit of officers. There was evidence of struggle in a turned over table and a broken back door lock.

Denise explained that she left you and Emily for just a few minutes while she went to grab a late lunch order. By the time she returned, the power was out, set off by the breakers, and you and Emily were missing.

Jenny found your purse on the couch, while Beau found your cell phone on the ground. He picked it up with a gloved hand. He’d seen you unlock your phone enough times to remember your passcode.

When he inputted those six numbers and unlocked the screen, he found his own name and phone number highlighted there. You’d been about to call him.

He squeezed your phone tight in his hand. He looked up and saw another officer pick up Emily’s backpack.

“No power means no surveillance footage,” Jenny said. “Okay, let’s think. Why take her and Emily?”

“It’s gotta do with Avery and the money he stole,” Beau said, grinding his teeth. “I needa find him.”

“Any idea where he might be held up?” Jenny asked.

“Carla will know,” he replied.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Jenny was quick to offer. She could see his rage bubbling.

“No,” he said, cutting her off with a swift hand. “Get a response team ready, but I don’t want anybody doing anything without checking with me!”

He was out the door before any of the women could stop him. Denise was in tears, both for you and for Emily. Cassie wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“We’re gonna find them,” she promised.

You and Emily were in the backseat of an SUV. Buck was singing along to some country song, driving them down a highway to hell knows where. 

The tears had begun to dry on your cheeks. It didn’t mean you were no longer petrified, but for Emily, to give her support, you’d been able to keep breathing through it. She was still in panic mode, hyperventilating as tears streamed down her face.

“Y’all better quiet down back there,” Buck warned.

You grabbed Emily’s hands and met her frantic eyes with your calmer ones. You were hoping to reassure her, let her know that while you were scared too, you were with her. She wasn’t alone.

She squeezed your hands back, even though it made you wince. Your right hand was still injured. Again, you breathed through it so you could hold her back. You rested the side of your head against hers to try and help steady her further. If you could, you would’ve held her like a mother bear.

Emily leaned against your side and began to calm down, bit by bit. Meanwhile, Buck continued to talk your ears off—about country music, and how this particular song was the one he and Sunny danced to at their wedding. Though frankly, you couldn’t give a shit about anything that was coming out of his mouth.

All you knew was that it was nighttime, pitch black darkness by the time he pulled into a plaza. It looked like a gas station next to a bar.

Only in Montana, you mused. Though you perked up at attention when Buck parked and actually left the car.

Of course, he took the keys with him and put the child locks on the doors, but you tugged at the duct tape Buck put around your ankles when he’d forced you and Emily into this car. If you could get free, then you could shove your way into the front seat and unlock the doors.

Emily tried to help you. You winced as the tape tugged at your skin. At least I shaved yesterday.

She gasped around her gag when she saw a young man coming their way in the parking lot. You joined her in banging on the window, trying to get his attention.

“Oh my God,” you heard him say, muffled as it was through the window. You pointed at the front of the car, trying to communicate to him to break the window open there.

“Hold on, I’ll get you guys out of there,” he said. He went to the front of the car and tried at the door handles, but before he could get very far in his attempt to free you, Buck came up behind the younger man and grabbed him in a chokehold.

You and Emily screamed at him, but it was no use. You did your best to shield Emily’s eyes when Buck snapped the man’s neck.

Bad call, bad leadership, bad police work.

Beau felt the weight of his shame like never before—all while he held Carla and rocked her in his arms. She’d just arrived at the police station, after getting the news that her husband had been killed.

When he learned that Emily was taken, Avery tried to help Beau and the police confront the men he’d stolen the $15 million from, but Avery had gone rogue by bringing a gun into the equation.

Beau had just one chance to pull Avery out and send in his unit of officers on standby. Jenny had asked him what he wanted to do, hoping he would make the right choice.

Beau had been selfish. He wanted to see if the men would give up the location on where they were holding you and Emily, so he kept Avery in play. He’d thought the man would be fine with Tonya and Donno backing him up in the room.

After all was said and done, however, Avery lay dead in a pool of his own blood with a bullet in his chest. The criminals also hadn’t taken you or Emily.

By process of elimination, Beau now knew it was Buck. The man had already killed a hiker on his way out of the woods, where he’d been holding Paige.

Now it was a whole new manhunt.

“Beau,” Jenny said. “We have something on Buck.”

It prompted him to drag himself out of the dark spiral of his thoughts. He let Carla go, but kept a supportive hand on her back. She was still distraught, and understandably so—not just for her husband, but for her missing daughter.

Jenny gave Carla a sympathetic look. She beckoned him over though.

“Come see this,” she said.

Beau comforted Carla one moment more, rubbing her back, but she encouraged him to go with Jenny. She led him into another room where Cassie was waiting for them, and Jenny’s laptop was connected to a smart TV.

On the screen was new surveillance footage of a parking lot, outside a bar a few hours out of town. There was a green pickup truck parked next to a black SUV. Beau couldn’t see you or Emily, but he watched Buck drag the dead body of a man behind the truck.

“Buck was casing the lot for a car to steal,” Jenny said. “We’re guessing this unlucky guy found them.”

“It means they’re still alive,” Cassie pointed out. Jenny drew attention to the keys, or whatever it was that Buck dropped and picked up off the floor. It was hard to make out from the footage.

Cassie agreed to ask Cormack Barnes if he knew what the keys were for, considering he already had the keys to the pickup trick in his hand when he picked up the fallen set. Beau knew it was time to question Sunny Barnes again.

He headed down the hall to do just that, with Jenny on his heels. Soon though, he found himself slowing down in the hall, like his feet were made of rubber. That, and his heart was fracturing. Jenny slowed down with him, giving him a questioning look.

“It’s just…it’s the one thing we’re supposed to do. Protect our kids,” he said. “The one thing.”

“Hey,” she said. Her blue eyes were understanding. “You couldn’t have done anything differently.”

And yet again, they both knew that was a lie. Beau held a curled fist against his lips for a moment, as he tried to swallow down the lump of emotion in his throat.

“She’s gotta be so scared, Jenny,” he said. His eyes stung, but he tried to blink the unshed tears from his eyes. It wasn’t working.

“Both of them,” he said. “They’ve gotta be terrified. And every minute we waste chasing our tails just gives that twisted son a bitch a chance to do something to them—”

Jenny grabbed his arm to steady him. “I still think he’s keeping them alive for leverage.”

“Well, I hope you’re right, because there’s nothing stopping him from making an example from one of them,” he said.

But the moment it escaped his lips, he wished he hadn’t uttered the thought out loud. It was too much.

He felt like a failure of a father. That was already destroying him from the inside out. And though he’d vowed to himself otherwise, you got dragged into this too.

You’d already been through the wringer enough. Beau hadn’t even checked in on you in damn near a week since he left your apartment the last time.

Now, you’d been taken by the very same man who murdered your friend Mary. Beau hadn’t had the chance to tell you…

He hadn’t been able to tell you a lot of things.

And maybe, he’d never get the chance.

The pickup truck Buck stole had a small trailer attached, convenient for stuffing you and Emily in, along with the corpse he’d made of the truck’s owner.

On the long and bumpy ride down the road, you’d been able to search the dead man’s jeans and found a small pocketknife. You pressed a small button to click the blade open. You showed it to Emily, and then tried to cut her bonds.

You only got halfway through when the truck and trailer stopped. Moments later, you smelled gas. Buck was probably stopping for a refill on the pickup truck. You closed the knife and hid it in your hands. That instinct turned out to be a good one, because Buck slid the trailer door open.

You and Emily winced as the bright morning sun hit your bleary eyes. Not only had you not slept all night, but you’d gotten used to the perpetual darkness of the trailer.

“You girls behaving yourselves back here?” Buck asked.

You and Emily stayed quiet, but fearful. He stepped into the trailer to lower your taped gag, and then the girl’s. He uncapped a water bottle to give her some. It was a strangely humane thing to do, you thought.

But then you realized that he just didn’t want you two to pass out of dehydration. He was trying to keep you alive long enough to use you as bargaining chips.

“My dad’s going to find you,” Emily said, staring up at your captor. Buck chuckled at her cheek.

“You want water or not?” he asked.

“And when he does, he’s gonna kill you,” she said. Buck rolled his eyes and gave her a few sips of water. He offered the bottle to you next.

Instead of drinking, you used his distraction and proximity to pop open the pocketknife and jab it at his face. He pulled back fast, but you managed to sink the three-inch little blade into his neck. Buck backhanded you so hard, it made the side of your face crack against the back of the trailer.

Emily screamed and tried to catch you when you accidentally fell on her shoulder. When you recovered after a bit, blinking the black splotches out of your vision, Buck punched at the spot right above your heads and made you both flinch. By then, he’d taken the little knife out of his neck, even though it made a new wound ooze blood down his shirt.

“Forgot to check his pockets,” he gritted out. His anger then bled away, into a dark chuckle. “Gettin’ a little rusty.”

He poured out the rest of the water over your boots, but he didn’t make any further threats. At least, not physically. He stepped away and began to exit the trailer.

“Next time it’ll be gasoline and a lighter,” he warned. “Now both of you, shut the fuck up.”

Then he closed the door, casting you and Emily into darkness once again.

“You okay?” Emily whispered. You could barely make out her face in the dim light, coming from the smallest crack in the trailer door. You rolled your head her way so you could give her a smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied. Truthfully, your head was ringing and aching at the same time. Buck had knocked you out for a few seconds there. Plus, you were exhausted, and hungry, and parched.

“At least the gags are off,” she said. You nodded, letting out a sigh. You welcomed her to rest on your shoulder and tucked her wrapped hands under yours.

“We’ve just gotta keep holding out,” you said. “I’m sure your dad is on the way.”

Emily nodded in agreement. She believed every word of what she’d told Buck. She just hoped it was sooner rather than later.

It was much, much later.

Still, you and Emily were no better off. Actually, you were pretty sure this was worse.

Buck had driven you deep into the woods, then forced you to walk what felt like another half-mile until you reached a dusty old shack. He’d unlocked it and forced you both inside, kneeling in the dirt and dead leaves. Along with the duct tape already around your wrists, he’d tied you both up with ropes around the metal hooks hanging from the short roof.

Even with the gags off, it was hard to breathe in the hot, stuffy woodshed. It felt similar to being buried in a box and left to rot.

You weren’t sure how many hours it had been, but the sun was slowly inching by. If you had to guess, it was around mid-afternoon. You were sweating down your neck and back, now uncomfortable while kneeling in the jeans you were wearing. And sometimes, your vision started to blur in and out.

By now you were beyond hunger. Dying of thirst? Quite possibly.

“How’re you doing?” you asked Emily. She nodded, but she didn’t have much energy to talk either.

So instead, you tried to twist your wrists out of the rope. Very quickly you gave yourself burns, however. Buck had tied your bonds so very tight, not to mention the duct tape underneath.

What a fucking asshole, you thought. He could’ve at least left a bottle of water. Or some protein bars.

“How are they supposed to find us out here?” Emily asked. Her voice was small and coarse with exhaustion. You nudged her knee in comfort.

“The police will get it out of Buck, I’m sure,” you said. “Even if Beau can’t, damn certain Jenny will.”

You gave her a smile. Emily tried to smile back, but she didn’t quite make it there.

“God, I’m so thirsty,” she coughed.

“I know, I’m sorry,” you nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “All we can do is keep trying to get loose.”

You both tried twisting out of the ropes for a while, but it was no use. You were just going to bruise or cut your wrists further through the tape.

You knew that you and Emily had been in the woods for hours at this point, somewhere in the middle of the mountains. You tried not think about how unlikely it would be that someone actually heard you, let alone found you.

You knew you were the adult in this situation. You had to keep it together for the girl beside you, but after a while, a feeling of desperation and despair rose up again in your chest, no matter how hard you fought it all.

Tears welled up in your eyes, though you tried to breathe through it. Emily nudged your arm this time, giving you a comforting look.

“It’s gonna be okay,” she whispered. “I know Dad’s coming for us.”

Your lip wobbled, but you nodded and sucked in a breath. If she could be strong, then you could too…

And that was when you started to hear voices. You knew they weren’t just in your head, because Emily perked up too. You both called out the best you could to whoever was out there.

You squinted watery eyes when the door to the shed finally slid open.

Beau tested the limitations of Jenny’s SUV on his way out from the woods, and then back into them. 

At the very least, Buck was dead. 

Sunny had shot him—before they had gotten a location on you and Emily. Beau had been about to have a serious breakdown before Cassie called him. 

“They found them,” he’d told Jenny, with red and shining eyes. 

In another five miles, they reached the old cabin. Cassie had said there was a woodshed attached on the south side. Beau tore out of the car and sprinted up a hill, through a patch of dense trees, until he found the cabin and the shed. 

Cassie and Cormack were talking to someone just out of Beau’s eyeline, but his gaze focused on his daughter. The moment Emily saw him, she brightened and ran to him. He met her in the middle, grabbing her tight and secure in his arms.

His tears burned in his eyes and fell as he held her, comforted her, rubbing her back. She held onto him just as tightly.

He struggled and failed to keep himself together. Relief wasn’t even the word for how he felt; it was beyond words.

And it was almost unreal to be able to hold his daughter and see that she didn’t look hurt, just shaken.

“I’ve gotcha, sweetheart,” he said. “God, I’ve got you.”

Letting out the deepest breath, Beau’s gaze ventured past his daughter and up ahead. There he found you, being supported by Cassie up the hill. Beau’s eyes widened.

You were rubbing your wrists. They looked raw. Your eyes were also red and watery when they met his. Your breath seemed to catch as well.

Your name fell from Beau’s lips, his voice breaking. Emily looked up at her dad and had to smile. She even made room for you when you came up on his other side. Beau still kept his daughter tucked against him, but he reached for you as well and brought you into his embrace.

He felt your body shaking with quiet, wracking sobs. His heart broke for it, but he soothed a hand over your knotted hair and down your back.

“Shh, it’s okay now,” he whispered in your ear. His voice was choked with emotion. “I’ve got you, darlin’."

Never gonna let you go again, he thought.

You nodded, sniffling, but you kept your face buried against his chest.

Eventually, you lifted your head to meet his kind, if tearful eyes. He was a mess, and so were you. He was right though; you knew that it was all right now, as long as he was here.

You looked over at Emily, who was still hanging onto her father. You touched her shoulder.

“You okay?” you asked through tears. She nodded back at you with a smile.

“Good,” Beau said. “Let’s get you two home.”

You realized then that you were clinging to him like…like he was yours. 

“Oh,” you uttered, releasing his shirt. “I‘m sorry.” 

Beau’s eyes widened at the way you pulled away from him, unconsciously lowering your gaze. He frowned, and he pressed a gentle hand to your cheek, so you’d look at him again. 

“Don’t you do that,” he said, his voice still a bit unsteady.

Almost every cell in his body said to pull you back in. To sink his fingers in your hair, and to kiss you.

But he noticed Jenny, Cassie, Cormack, and even his daughter watching with some kind of smile on their faces. You stared up at him, teary eyed and waiting.

Beau cleared his throat.

He hesitated a bit too long, warring with himself all the while. So he just stroked your cheek and guided you, along with his daughter to the car.

You and Emily were going home.

AN: 🫣 Lol please don't hate me for the little tease at the end there. But how did you like how all the action and drama of the kidnapping unfolded?

Don't think this is the finale though. We've still got some drama and fun things to come. (Also, I think it's funny how this next particular chapter is going to post on my birthday lol.)

Next Time:

“I’m the one who needs you to forgive me,” he said, gently squeezing your arm. “I promised myself I would keep you safe, that I wouldn’t drag you into this mess. And I couldn’t keep my end of the deal.”

“Stop that,” you said. You grabbed the front of his shirt. “How many times do I have to say it’s not your fault before you get it in your stubborn head?”

It came out a bit snappish, but the moment your eyes met his, you both seemed to realize where your passions had led you. Just inches away from one another.

“Maybe one more time,” Beau said, in a quieter, but no less heady voice. There was a hint of humor in his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile back.

You released his shirt and instead, took his face in your hands.

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There should be more fics and attention on fanboy, From what I seen and read he is just a ball of sunshine and a goofball.And Danny is just loveable and funny.so another crack fic idea.

I know the group lowkey enjoyed the ‘will they or won’t they’ of Hangster (it was like their own telenovela/soap opera) and after finally Hangman and Rooster getting their shit together,

Mav throws a barbecue because again, finally, and Ice is just signing with his silver pen, ikyk, adoption papers from the kids his husband out of nowhere adopted( Their adults but not in Mavs eyes lol)

Their all having a good time then suddenly , Fanboy wants a cupcake but there isn’t any, at the same time Payback and Coyote offer theirs , a love triangle begins.

Hangman is team Coyote , and takes it seriously , makes tshirts , mugs and cupcakes because that’s how it all began . He gives Coyote great advice to swoop Fanboy off his feet, Coyote is like ‘I’m not doing that. That might scare him off’.

Rooster and Pheonix are team Payback , their just as bad as Hangman , Rooster stops helping Jake to make cupcakes , because you can’t help the enemy(only sleep , kiss, and be boyfriends but Rooster draws the line at making cupcakes ; it’s the family recipe)

Rooster and Pheonix also give tips and advice to Payback , which Payback is stunned at whatever Rooster says and is just ‘Wow , you really are Mav son.’ And pointedly ignores Rooster when he does a demonstration of a so called dance seduction( which really is just an excuse for drunk rooster to dance.).Drunk Rooster is just a different type of hybrid.)

Hangman and Rooster are trying to make Mav and Ice to pick a team . Ice just let the two rant off his ear and Mav is just ‘get out , I want some along time with my hubby.’Later on Mav would be team Payback ,he can’t say no to his baby goose .

Hangman tells Ice how he is practically the only one rooting for Coyote and that his damn best friend and makes the saddest green eyes, It reminds Ice of his friendship with Slider . Ice refuses to wear the T-shirts no matter how much Jake insist .

Mav makes 2 tshirts that just simply say IceMav. (Ice does wear that)

Bob is team Fanboy, because that’s his best friend , and whoever Fanboy picks is his choice. Bob gossip all the intel to Fanboy but somehow, endearingly fly past over his head.They just end up talking about the new marvel movies , baby yoda, and cute nerdy stuff.

Fanboy is oblivious to what’s going on. He just happily eats his two cupcakes and bask in the attention of Coyote and Payback.(He’s worse than Rooster) He just writes in his notebook ,laying down and kicking his feet“Dear,Diary

The whole gang is acting weird. Every time Coyote or Payback speak to me , every one stops and stare , why?, he doesn’t know. Coyote asked me to dance , And pulled some cool moves, Rooster fell over the table screaming ‘I told you, Hangman had to take him home before Penny kicked him out. “

(If anyone watched that interview with Greg Tarzan, Jay and Danny, Y’all know where I got that.)

I ship payback and fanboy but , I seen different pairing of the group and one I have not seen is Coyote and Fanboy, because why not , have you guys seen them in interviews . Now I randomly ship Coyote and Fanboy,because again why not.

[cow-smells]

They take you on a Valentine's Day Date (Cobra Kai headcanons)

A/N: Considered waiting until actual valentines day to post this, but nahhhh. Here’s a lil love from the bois.

Miguel / Hawk / Demetri / Robby under the cut:

Miguel:

this boy is a ROMANTIC

he gets you every traditional valentines gift he can think of – chocolates, flowers, a stuffed bear

he loves you so much and just wants to show you in every way possible

love-bombs you all day at school

those things where people can send you heart shaped lollipops at school? He'll send you ten

leaves love notes in your locker and bag

that evening he takes you on a picnic to watch the sunset at a viewpoint

you two get low key drunk off cheap champagne his sensei got for him

you stay there late in to the night, watching the stars and talking about every random unimportant subject your alcohol-addled minds come up with

things gradually become more physical

you two end up making out hungrily out on the grass until it becomes kind of indecent to do so publicly and you stop

you walk home hand-in-hand, dumb in love

Hawk:

Hawk really wants to be cool about this, but his inner shy boy wants to scream he's so excited to have a girlfriend on valentine's day

he'll get you an amazing bouquet of roses paired with a box of chocolates

(he and Miguel went out and picked their girlfriends chocolates together because they lacked the confidence to decide on their own)

he'll also make sure to get a picture of you with the roses he got you for the gram

Hawk didn't really expect to have a girlfriend at this point so he didn't make any plans ahead of time

he's also not much of a cook

so he gets you two takeout and you have dinner at his house

it's just pre-game to what comes later

then the main event................golf 'n stuff

usually he likes the place because it gives him a place to demonstrate his masculinity, throwing balls and breaking bottles and winning you stuff

but he kind of takes it down a notch and emphasizes enjoying his time with you

you start by playing mini golf

Hawk takes this as an invitation to teach you how to play better, quincidentaly needing to stand behind you and hold your waist

you go on to play arcade games, enjoying the lighthearted competition between you two

then you top the night off by a ferris wheel ride

you're enjoying the view while Hawk's enjoying you as the view

“I'm in love with you”

“What?”

he didn't mean to say it but he just knew and it slipped out

fuck it, go big or go home

“I love you”

he can feel his chest physically unconstrict when you say you love him too

he sneaks you back in to his room that night

you two spend the night showing each other just how in love you really are

Demetri:

oh does this boy plan ahead

he made a reservation for you two months before valentine's day

actually, he made them shortly after you two started dating

he knew that if he could manage to hold on to you for that long he wants to give you what you deserve – the very best (of what he can afford)

so you go to dinner and a movie

Demetri dresses up for the occasion

it's the first time you see him in a button-up shirt that's actually......buttoned up

his jaw almost fell to the ground when he saw you dressed up when he came to pick you up

he takes you to a casual restaurant, it's nothing fancy but he's super excited as it's his first time going out on valentine's day

he's always sweet towards you but you can feel him putting in the extra affection, always holding your hand, sneaking kisses to your cheek whenever possible

after dinner you go see a very on-brand nerdy type of movie

you spend the whole movie kissing – then pausing, because something important is going on in the movie – then back to kissing

he's drunk in love when he drops you back home

he really doesn't want you to leave

you kind of just sit there in his car and talk for a while occasionally sharing kisses before you eventually go home

he stays there, staring at you with heart eyes until you're safely home

Robby:

let's be honest, this boy is broke af

he really wants to treat you to a nice, traditional type of valentines date but he can't and that frustrates him

there's a good chance he'd engage in illegal activities to get some cash to spoil you with

he still can't take you to a nice restaurant because they've been booked out for ages

he isn't a massive fan of it but he ends up cooking you a romantic dinner at his apartment

I feel like Robby's an effortlessly good chef? Just blessed with the gift?

He cleans the apartment until it's spotless and then decs it out with candles all over

he gets you a pretty gold necklace (probably from a pawn shop)

and flowers

he's 100% the type to panic-clean when he knows you're on your way over

he's really nervous when you first step in to the apartment because he's afraid you'll be disappointed

but his heart nearly bursts at seeing how much you love it all

you two have a lovely romantic dinner

you can't believe it when Robby confesses that he cooked everything

hubby material

conveniently, Shannon's not home

so you have the whole place to yourselves

you lose your virginities to each other that night

[janellion]

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taking care of your drunk!boyfriend hcs

ft. tsukki, bokuto, kuroo, akaashi

tsukki

tsukki doesn’t drink that much but when he does, he gets SOFT

i don’t mean like he’s crying and all over you

but those things that he only usually thinks? like “wow they’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen”

he SAYS THEM

and he doesn’t realize that he does, he’s really just thinking out loud and so when you’re all flustered at hearing him being so sweet and honest, words that he usually reserves for tender and special moments, he just quirks an eyebrow like “what? did i say something?”

and you pretend like he didn’t, bc you love hearing the things he has to say

taking care of him involves a lot of,,, tough love

he is stubborn and wants to take care of himself

he only lets you take care of him when you’re firm but sweet with him

speaking of, you’re the ONLY ONE that he let’s take care of him

even though it does take some extra coaxing on your part, anyone else would be outright refused except for you

when you go to pick him up or the boys drop him off, they always seem a little extra tired because they’ve been dealing w drunk tsukki without you and he is DIFFICULT

like “we need to bribe him to get into the car” kind of difficult

but they’re really just bribing him with getting to see you

tsukki isn’t a super cuddly or physically affectionate person, but as soon as he sees you he melts

will draw you in for a hug with those long arms of his and just hold you until he starts swaying and you both fall on the ground

the nights end with him passed out in bed and you gently removing his glasses

he never brings it up the next day bc he’s embarrassed, but he thanks you in his own little ways, whether that’s a tender kiss to your temple as you make him something for his hangover, or your favorite flowers the next time he goes out for errands

a knock on the door pulls you from your current task, piquing your interest and making you wonder — isn’t it a little late for them to be back? i figured kei would just stay with kuroo. as you head to the front door, you peek your head through the window to see none other than your tall slightly red faced boyfriend batting away the presumably helpful hand that kuroo is offering him.

as soon as you open the door and tsukki’s eyes land on you, the annoyed and frustrated look on his face melts into one of calm adoration. he takes a step through the threshold, placing a large slender hand on your shoulder, drawing you into his chest and inhaling the scent of your hair.

you look at kuroo over tsukki’s shoulder, suppressing a grin as you see kuroo’s growing. “you should have heard him on the way here, he was so excited to see you,” he comments to you under his breath as he moves to head back to the boys leaning against his car in varying levels of intoxication.

you shoot him a “good luck!” as he walks away before the door slams, blocking kuroo’s retreating back. you try and pull away from tsukki, only to feel him pull you in closer in response.

“those guys were pissing me off,” you hear tsukki’s voice muffled into into your hair. you can’t help but smile at the softness in his voice despite the harshness of his words.

“let’s get you to bed,” you laugh softly, prying his arms ground around your waist and holding his hands in yours between you.

as you go to walk down the hall, tsukki’s grip on your hands tightens as he pulls you back to him, bringing one hand to your check and the other to the small of your back.

he looks at you intensely through his glasses, face slightly flushed, but eyes soft and mouth slipping into a small smile.

“you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen”

+++

bokuto

i’ve written a bit abt drunk!bo here BUT yk i can always go off abt my hubby

OK SO bokuto is one of those “i’m myself but x100” kind of drunks

he is so excited and enthusiastic about things when he’s in a good mood

but he’s so down in the dumps and sad if he’s in a bad mood

fortunately!! you are always there to manage his moods, whether that’s extreme elation or intense sadness

a smile from you or a squeeze of your hand is all it takes to bring him back to his normal cheerful and exuberant self

BUT i hope that you don’t mind shirtless!bokuto (who could???) bc this man is CONSTANTLY TAKING HIS SHIRT OFF WHEN HE DRINKS

on the rare occasions where he goes out with tanaka, these two get kicked out of places SO FAST for public indecency

taking care of drunk!bokuto is a pretty involved affair

as soon as he sees you or the guys drop him back off to you, he is running full speed toward you, often forgetting his size and underestimating his speed

you’ve learned after the first few times that you need to brace yourself for impact bc he has crashed into you more times than you can count

this often results in you either on your back on the floor, or bo sweeping you up in a giant hug as he squeezes you tightly

the man REFUSES to take care of himself, does not want to eat or drink water until you offer it to him

if you bribe him w a kiss? man will do anything

the reason why he refuses to take care of himself? he just wants to spend time w you and shower you with love and affection!!

you’re trying to brush your teeth? good thing you only need one hand bc bo is holding the other!

trying to fix the bed? good luck bc bo has his arms around your waist and is nuzzling his face into your neck

fortunately, drunk!bo is also very sleepy, so after a lot of hand holding and hugging and wildly affectionate and inappropriate compliments, he is ready to pass out

unfortunately, he’s only able to fall asleep with you in his arms, so i hope your phone is charged!!

also, get ready to take a shower in the morning bc drunk!bokuto DROOLS

it’s ok tho bc he’s so cute abt it in the morning & will DEFINITELY insist on showering w you to help you,,, clean off 👀

a loud cry rings through the neighborhood prompting loud “shhhh” noises from the boys around your boyfriend. you smile in amusement as you look out the front window at the scene before you.

bokuto just dropped his phone as he was getting out of the car and proceeded to drop onto his knees, face buried in his hands as he cries out, “NOO WHAT DID I DO THEYRE GONE KUROO GONEEE,” as he gingerly picks up his phone and looks at the lock screen.

even from your vantage point in the house you can see the barely concealed snicker fhat escapes kuroo’s lips as he gestures to tsukki to help heft the large crying man to his feet.

“bro, i promise [Name] is fine, that’s just your lock screen, they’re in the house.” at this point kuroo pauses and looks up, seeing your face in lit up in the window.

“bo, look! they’re right there! why don’t you go give the door your secret knock and see them?” kuroo says, pointing to you at the window.

of course, you can’t hear this, but you do see the way that bokuto’s eyes light up as he brings his gaze to meet yours, and the wide smile that’s already across his previously tear-stained face.

with that, he is running full speed to the front door, and you barely have time to process the change in mood before you hear your signature shared secret knock on the front door.

laughing in anticipation, you throw the door open at the finish of the knock, only to be wrapped up in two sturdy arms, bo feet your lifting off the ground in his excitement.

finally setting you down, he looks at you with shining eyes, the grin on his face spreading with every passing second.

“i missed you”

+++

kuroo

so poor kuroo is usually stuck as the designated driver (he switches off with akaashi)

when he does get to drink though? his nerdy and flirty sides come out in the BEST possible way

he loves to use chemistry pick up lines on you, whether you’re out on the town together or you’re cuddled up in your bed after he gets dropped off for the night

you’ll be playing with his hair or he’ll be playing with yours and all of a sudden he’ll pull away and all the warning you’ll get is a slight glint in his eye and the traces of a mischievous smile as he says:

Do you have 11 protons? Cause your sodium fine

or

You must be a compound of beryllium and barium...because your a total BaBe

as soon as the lines are out of his mouth you can feel heat rushing up your neck and cheeks as your eyes widen slightly

kuroo always laughs gently, a light blush coloring his cheeks as he pulls away

he loves to do this bc it always yields his favorite sight: you flustered and embarassed at his sudden flirtatiousness

kuroo is pretty responsible so you don’t really,,, need to take care of him?

but you DO get to listen to a lot of really entertaining stories about things that have happened throughout the night he spent out with the boys

he likes to lay his head in your lap with his eyes closed as you run your fingers through his hair and gently massage his scalp, humming gently and laughing as he recounts the tales of his night

you WILL have to convince him to go to bed tho bc drunk!kuroo wants to stay up ALL NIGHT and spend time with you, cuddling and watching tv or some movies (he WILL try and convince you to watch a fun documentary)

but you’ll have to resist his charms and pickup lines

he does NOT make it easy on you though

will even go as far as to lay on the ground and make you drag him to your bedroom, barely concealing his laughter

he’ll eventually take pity on you and walk with you to the bedroom, but not before swinging his arm over your shoulder and leaning a bunch of his weight on you (he can’t make it too easy!)

the night always ends with the two of you facing each other, his arm slung over your waist as he traces every inch of your face with his eyes

you hear the loud honk of a horn as you receive a “here” text from your boyfriend. you open the door, not sure what to expect since it’s been quite some time since kuroo actually let loose.

you definitely weren’t expecting a grinning bokuto with his hand around kuroo’s waist as your dark haired boyfriend grinned at you with a mischievous look in his eye.

“[Name]!” bokuto exclaims in his signature booming and excited voice. “Your boyfriend here was practicing lines on me all night to get ready to see you,” he says, laughter in his voice.

“bro, you weren’t supposed to tell them!” kuroo turns to bokuto, eyebrows slightly furrowed, “it was supposed to be a surprise!”

bokuto simply laughs and shakes his head, removing his arm from around kuroo’s waist and going to clap you on the shoulder. “good luck,” he says with a wink before walking back to the car, yelling at a slightly flushed akaashi that “he’s next!”

with bokuto gone, all of kuroo’s attention is on you. the mischievous look on his eye has been replaced by one that’s softer, full of love and adoration. his smile, however, still slightly betrays the rest of his face as he leans in close to you, arm resting on one side of your face as the other goes to his hip.

“You must be related to Alfred Nobel, because baby you are dynamite!” slips past his lips and you can’t help but laugh, heat rushing to your face as you take in his words.

his suaveness, however, falters as he loses his balance and crashes into you through the threshold.

he pulls back from you, face lingering inches from yours as he grins again.

“Even if there wasn't gravity on earth, I'd still fall for you”

+++

akaashi

similar to kuroo, akaashi is often the designated driver or signature “responsible friend”

when he DOES go more wild it’s because someone bokuto convinces him to do something crazy for some reason his bachelor party

on those nights where he does participate more in shenanigans, he gets SOFT

not in the same way that tsukki or bokuto get soft, but in a very special way that is Signature Akaashi

the guys will drop him off and they will all be waving and smiling at you, faces soft

akaash’s softness is infectious and inspiring, and all of them are going to go home to their own partners and be extra soft and sweet bc of him and his love for you

akaashi’s love language is quality time, and this is never more obvious than on the nights when you’re taking care of him after a fun night out with the boys

he just wants to be with you, whether that be on the couch as you finish up your book or show, talking to you as you shower for the night, or at the kitchen table as you have a midnight snack

his eyes soften and drink in the sight of you under the bright kitchen lights, or the soft glow of the tv, or through the foggy mirror of the bathroom

anything you ask of him is yours, so taking care of him is very easy

you’re both in bed as soon as you’d like to be, whether that’s one hour or five hours after he gets done with the boys

this is bc all akaashi wants to do is hold you in his arms and look at you, whispering into the quiet space between you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him

he’s not usually big on being very affectionate with his words, so when he says them, you KNOW he means them more than anything

even though he was the one that went out, he’s always the last one to fall asleep bc he wants to memorize the way you look in this exact moment, and tuck it away into his collection of favorite memories

your phone buzzes on the couch next to you, drawing your attention from the show you put on as you wait for your boyfriend to get dropped off.

accepting the phone and bringing it to your ear, you hear the calm and deep voice of the man you know and love.

“hi love, we’re almost to the house,” rings through the speaker. a chorus of “AWWWHS” and “OOOOHS” echo in the background as you hear the unmistakable voices of the boys in the car. a smile tugs at your lips at the shenanigans, and widens at akaashi’s soft chuckle. “see you soon,” you say as you hear the sound of a car pull up.

making your way to the door, you open it to reveal the slightly flushed face of your boyfriend as he gets out of the car, accepting the hand that bokuto offers in assistance.

the softness in akaashi’s eyes is unmistakable as he makes his way toward you, his gaze never straying from your face.

bokuto chuckles behind him, waving briefly at akaashi’s back before walking around to the front of the car.

as akaashi reaches the front step, he wraps an arm around your waist and brings you in for a soft but firm kiss, pulling away with a gentle smile and shining eyes.

the “OOOHS” and “AHHHS” ring out from the car again, but there’s a softness to them.

regardless, you pay them no mind as you look into akaashi’s eyes, a small smile playing on your lips.

“it’s nice to see you too,” you say through a grin.

“i’ve been wanting to do that all night”

☽

a/n: tysm for reading!! ty @strawbirb for the bokuto idea!! my requests are OPEN. i’m slow but i will get to them! 🥰✨

general taglist (also my faves 🥰) : @oyakags @cosmictooru @over5feettall @kaidasen @achoohq @kuronekomama @anianimol @strawbirb @spriteandnicotine

writing taglist: @softkatsuki

(pls lmk if you’d like to be on a taglist!)

[magpie-to-the-morning]

hubby game - Marcus Pike, Agent Whiskey, Dieter Bravo. Go!

Eee these are some good ones, cheers Sam!

Husband

Marcus Pike. 1000000%. He's a sweet, nerdy, affectionate man who is equally at home in an art museum and leading a team and playing in a band. What could be better! I just want to snuggle up and watch old movies with him and tell him every day how wonderful he is. (I'm conveniently forgetting the fact that he's basically a cop, but I like to think he'd retire early and pursue a second career 😅)

One Night Stand

Whiskey. I love him, I do, but that yeehonk man has some Issues if we're talking canon-wise.

Best Friend

Dieter Bravo. I want to hear his bonkers stories and house sit when he's away on a shoot, and make sure he eats real food occasionally. I think he'd be real snuggly and oh man, I could use some of that energy in my life. We could be disaster bis together (and if that occasionally gets messy, well, that's fine with me lol)

[idealisticrealism]

So, who wants to hear me gush about something in Blindspot that was almost certainly completely meaningless?

What is it, you (didn’t) ask? 

It’s this. 

So, let me start by saying that this scene was one of my favourite scenes of Blindspot, like ever. I am living for the friendship that is forming between these two, and the way they are helping each other through their individual traumas. The added dimension of former CIA agent Tasha helping Rich recover from his torture at the hands of the CIA is just so perfect, not to mention they have the added connection of knowing what it’s like to be a ‘bad guy’ operating outside the law. 

(I also like to think that Jane and Tasha talked together about how to help Rich, but since Jane was already supporting her hubby as well as carrying the team, Tasha took the reins on this one.)

But even though I totally could gush about that scene (especially that hug omg), that’s not actually what this post is about. This post is about me being a HUGE NERD for IMPRESSIONISM.

(Still sure you want to get into this lol?)

Alright then, here goes: 

So, this absolute classic is probably at least vaguely familiar to a lot of people; it’s A Sunday on La Grande Jatte by Georges Seurat, painted in the mid 1880s, and arguably his most famous work.

(While watching the ep I initially took it for a Monet at first glance, which is super embarrassing for me but also I can’t help that I have this like Pavlovian response to Impressionism that makes me go YO IS THAT MY BOY MONET YOOOO the moment I see any painting even remotely of the style lol)

But let me tell you why I am losing my nerdy marbles over the use of this artwork in the show (even though I am very certain that they probably just used whatever relatively recognisable piece they could find that didn’t have any like copyright stuff attached) because oh boy do I have Thoughts.

So let’s get analytical up in this biz....

First off, there’s the big one: it’s an Impressionist piece. The very foundation of the style is that from afar, all looks normal, but when you actually look closely, everything is blurred and distorted; nothing is distinct. Which is doubly appropriate for this show: firstly, the team is currently pursuing a mission that seems clear-cut (to clear their names and get their lives back, to free the FBI of Madeline’s corruption) but which actually involves a lot of uncertainty and murkiness and blurred lines (are we willing to break multiple laws? to potentially kill people deliberately, not just in self-defense? how far are we willing to go to achieve our mission, and if we succeed, will we still be the same? etc). Secondly, and more relevantly to this particular scene, the style is fitting for Rich himself following his experience in the blacksite. Look from a distance, and he seems alright, still normal (or as normal as Rich could ever be). But look close, and you start to see that everything is actually hazy and muddled, the cracks starting to show. He is not okay.

But wait, there’s more! Because this work isn’t just Impressionist, it’s Neo-Impressionist (specifically, Pointilist) which ol’ boy Georges was one of the pioneers of-- he was literally considered a renegade because of it, a rebel operating against the status quo, which I find very appropriate for our own little band of rebels lol. But the point (lol) of Pointilism is to create scenes filled with vivid colours, ones that almost seem to jump out of the canvas, which is achieved by combining small brushstrokes (points) of different colours which from further away appear to be practically just one bright colour. So again, looking from a distance you see one thing, and from up close you see that it’s actually more complicated than that. Like this team; they’re all individuals, all their own distinct colours, but look at the bigger picture and you see that they blend together to create a balanced, harmonious whole. And that same concept can be applied to them all individually, too-- each one of them is made up by a veritable rainbow of traits. Light, dark, and everything in between; every stroke makes them who they are. 

But that’s just the style, though, which is only the half of it. Look at the actual subject of the painting; at its setting. Art is an escape from one’s own reality, and for someone practically trapped in a concrete box underground, what better choice of escape is there than a scene of people happily enjoying the outdoors, spending time in the midst of sunshine and nature, with no walls or ceilings in sight, no one being hunted or hurt? See, too, how the foreground of the painting is in shadow-- it gives the sense that the viewer is in shadow too, the dimness of the bunker and the shadow of the painting blending together, like if Rich were to stand in front of the painting and step forward, he’d be stepping out onto the grass. It’s a hopeful thought; the team might be in shadow right now, but the light of day isn’t so far away. A little longer, a little further, and they’ll be out there too, enjoying their lives and their freedom just like the people in the painting.  

And speaking of the people in the painting... there’s a few other little things about this painting that makes me love that it was the one they chose. Firstly, I love that Tasha brought Rich a painting which was described with words like ‘bedlam’, ‘scandal’, and ‘hilarity’ when it was first exhibited, which are probably the exact words that would come to mind if you had to describe Rich and his life in three words lol (pre-blacksite, sadly). Though the painting looks very normal and serene to us, when you look closely, there are a couple of pretty weird things, especially for that time. For one, the woman in the foreground has a pet monkey on a leash, which I think is a fairly apt representation of Rich’s role in the team haha, particularly early on. There’s also a lady off to the left who is fishing, and if I remember correctly, she was thought to symbolise a prostitute reeling in her clients down by the docks/waterside lol, an interpretation which I feel like Rich would absolutely love. In a more Blindspot-specific sense, another character of interest is the man lounging right near the front-- I can’t be the only one who thinks he looks just like ‘old’ Weller, right down to the little hat? The fact that his outfit seems out of place for the time, and also the subtle... sexiness (for the lack of a better word lol) of his clothes and pose makes it feel like Rich’s consciousness could have conjured him there (bc lbr, we all know Rich loves some sexy Weller). And lastly, I can’t not mention the little girl in the center, who is famously considered to be staring right at the viewer of the painting, as if fully aware she’s being observed and totally ready to throw down about it. And I know that this one is extra silly and had obviously never crossed the prop-designer’s mind, but, well... this painting is French, and if someone asked me to think of an appropriate name for a little French schoolgirl, I would pick the name of the one I spent many hours of my childhood watching cartoons and reading books about: Madeline.

As a last, final bonus (and yet another totally irrelevant thing that I am ascribing my own meaning to), just look out on the water in the distance-- there’s what appears to be a steamboat. Or is it The Boat, and is it sinking, a plume of smoke rising from it as it goes down in flames? 

But that’s the thing about art, isn’t it; there’s no limit to what we see in it. So when Rich looks at this gift, I hope he sees freedom. Hope. A future in the sun.

Because he’s earned it.

They all have.

[sinsbymanka]

Love Yourself Challenge- Show Your 5 Favorite Things

I’ve been tagged by the ever lovely @fasterpuddytat​ and now I have to think of 5 things I made that I really like! 

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc. ) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Alright, here we go kids: 

1. The Girl with the Arrow Tattoo

While finishing off my (mostly canon compliant) retelling of Trespasser featuring Inquisitor Cadash, I had a dream of a modern!Maria Cadash getting into an argument with Varric Tethras in a fancy hotel lobby while she was playing a grand piano. (Seriously). An idea I quickly became obsessed with and which took a couple different forms before it began to morph into what it became. My love-child: The Girl with the Arrow Tattoo. 

This story features a Modern!Thedas with magic, witches, templars, and at least one dragon that didn’t get the “should be extinct” memo. Maria Cadash is the daughter of a cop from a working class neighborhood who through tragic circumstances ends up brutally tied to the Ostwick Carta and unable to escape on her own. When the world goes to shit - she’s the woman at the center of the explosion. She brings to the Inquisition the weird refugee kid she rescued in Ostwick who’s actually a witch’s familar in human form (Sweet baby Cole), former decorated Par Vollen military defector, prize fighter, and her lawyer the Iron Bull, and her sister Beatrix Cadash who takes her clothes off while dancing for both fun and money. 

Varric Tethras, in the custody of the Seekers, is forced to navigate a rather more nuanced path than he originally intended. His original goal, keep Hawke out of the Seeker’s hands, is quickly supplanted by rapt fascination with the cagey, sexy, and quick-witted Carta member spinning the Inquisition around her fingers. Long used to dealing with weird shit, Varric relies on the tech-genius of his former flame combined with the magical skill of Champion Hawke to navigate a world on fire. His favorite little device is an AI named Bianca that is consistently whispering in his ear through an earpiece and consistently states, convincing nobody, that she’s incapable of feeling jealousy. 

My favorite part of this story is the modern!magic, by far. No staffs to be found here, Hawke uses a zippo as a focus, Dorian’s’ got a pen and a familiar that likes shiny things (mostly Varric’s earring). The nightmare that was Redcliffe took place in a hotel, the next chapter features them heading to an abandoned hospital. Guns! Hexes! Motorcycles! Cell phones! It’s good shit. I enjoy it utterly. 

TW for this fic: Strongly implied dubious consent to sexual activities, domestic violence, graphic violence, suicide, blood and gore. 

2. The Viscount’s Mistress

The working title of this fic before it was posted was “The Death of Inquisitor Cadash” which probably adequately captures the amount of angst in this fic. Set in the same universe as “Of Miracles & Heroes” which goes over the initial formation of Maria Cadash’s canon Inquisition. (Please don’t read of Miracles and Heroes I’m so embarrassed of it, it needs redone. It was my first foray back into fanfiction.) 

This fic, I think, can be mostly read alone. There’s some callbacks to the plot of Miracles and Heroes, but it mostly focuses on the relationship between Varric Tethras and Maria Cadash and events immediately preceding, during, and immediately after Trespasser. How does Varric balance the Viscount’s crown and his impetuous, reckless lover? How does Maria cope when everything she worked for begins to peel away?

If she’s not the Inquisitor anymore, what is she? 

Added to this fic is a pregnancy, a deep dive into Merchant’s Guild nonsense, and some interesting sibling dynamics as Bea Cadash rolls back into town at the closing act after vanishing for two years, trailing trouble in her wake. I bawled like a baby writing some of this. The middle of this fic is so angsty it’s crazy, but it’s capped off by fluff before ending on a cliff hanger that leads into the stalled “The Herald’s Gambit” which I will pick back up when I have energy, promise. 

This fic is complete though! TWs: Implied miscarriage, sexually charged violence/threats of violence, suicidal ideation, and just angst. So much angst. 

3. Mood Boards

I like to make Mood Boards when I should be writing sometimes cause I find them inspiring and great for procrastinating. Here is one of my recent favorites featuring two characters from the uncompleted/stalled Herald’s Gambit: Marguerite Cadash-Tethras, heiress to Kirkwall, and Petra of Clan Kuhn, Orzammar’s Proving Champion. 

4. Poetry

I recently got back into poetry, which is fun. Here’s something I wrote and published on my Instagram that people really seemed to like. The title is “Settling”. 

5. My Wedding Flowers

Hubby and I have been together for something like five years, but we just got married last May so these still count. I made approximately 500 flowers out of book pages for my wedding bouquet and decorations. BY HAND. It took me FOREVER and I still have hot glue gun scars. The books were from thrift stores/used book stores but they also were books that were favorites of my husband, my father, and myself. I’ve been told I should start to sell these on Etsy and I absolutely will not - they were too much work, but I can certainly teach other people how to make them. 

Also - my wedding anniversary is May 4th because that’s awesome and we’re that nerdy. 

Alright - so who wants to play? @imakemywings​, @eranehn​, @lostinfantasies38​, @silvanils​, @kita-lavellan​, and anyone else? 

[thiswasinevitableid]

Newlyweds game sternclay?

Prompt: our friend signs us up for a Newly Weds Game even though we’re not dating (bonus if they’re not friends, but know each other well enough to win anyway)

Barclay paces back and forth in the greenroom, as Stern bites his hangnails in worry.

He’s going to kill Ned for this.

“This” being the fact that he and Stern are waiting to participate in an episode of the Newlywed Game. He didn’t even know they still made the Newlywed Game.

The main problem, other than Barclay not enjoying the thought of being on camera, is that he and Stern aren’t newlyweds.

They’re not even dating.

They’re acquaintances. They met at a board game night in a local bar. Barclay came with his friend Duck (the instigator of said night), and Stern was eventually brought by his niece, Aubrey (also Barclays friend), after moving to town.

Stern is nerdy, buttoned-up, a bit aloof, though whenever he sits next to Barclay (something Aubrey keeps engineering) he murmurs sly comments and jokes that always make the bigger man snicker. His dark hair is always slicked back, his clothing immaculate, and his face is downright dazzeling. He works for the FBI, in the UP division, but will never talk about work no matter how much the others press. But he will talk to Barclay about other things, like baking or movies or modern trends neither of them quite grasp.

And then Ned fucking Chicane had to go and sign them up for this show as a joke and things escalated from there, as they so often do with Ned.

“We could go out the window, perhaps. Or fake coronary troubles.” Stern muses.

“Tempting, but at this point we oughta just grin and bear it. Maybe we’ll win something.”

“I appreciate the optimism, Barclay, but we barely know each other. No, I fear, this will be a bit awkward for us and make us look like the worst newlyweds in the universe.”

“Maybe they won’t be able to use it.”

“Why?”

“Dunno, half the time people take photos or videos of me I come out blurry.”

Round One

Barclay sits on stage, the cheerful host about to ask him five questions. Or, rather, they’re going to ask Stern and Barclays answers have to match his.

“Let’s start you out easy: what’s your favorite color?”

Okay, he can do this, what color does Stern usually wear?

Black. Because he’s often in his work suit.

No, hang on, his ties, they’re almost always…

He scribbles down “blue.” Holds up his board.

Stern arches an eyebrow, flips his to reveal, in his neat handwriting, “blue.”

“Alright! Question two: Lucky, how would you describe Barclays cooking? Is it spot on? Or does he need some cooking classes.”

Barclay huffs, write down what’s obviously the correct answer, “spot on.”

Stern flips his around with a smile. It reads the same. Obviously, because Barclay runs a damn catering business.

Question three asks where Stern would travel if he could go anywhere.

Shit, okay, what does Stern like? Where would he go to see that. Oh, he knows.

“To Washington to look for bigfoot? Oddly specific, Barclay, let’s see how you did.”

Stern arches an eyebrow, smiling, reveals his sign says the same.

Question four (“which of his relatives is Lucky least fond of?”) is the first he gets wrong, writing “great aunt” instead of “great uncle.”

“To finish out the round, Lucky, what would you say your husband loves the most about you?”

Barclay finds himself writing without thinking, listing off the thing he likes best about Stern.

“His inquisitive mind. How deep. Lucky?”

Sterns board reads, “my mind,” earning them more points.

As they wait for round two, Stern smiles at him.

“I’d like to try your cooking for myself some day.”

“Think I can manage that.”

A beat of silence.

“I’m flattered to know you agree my mind is my best trait.”

“Your eyes are a close second.”

Stern looks at him befuddled, and Barclay laughs, sheepishly, “uh, sorry, was just, uh, joking.”

Except, he realizes as they take the stage again, he was not.

Round Two

The roles are reversed, the questions directed at Barclay and Stern trying to match his answers.

“First up! The last time you gave Lucky flowers, were they roses, carnations, or something else? Or will he say you’ve never given him flowers?”

Zinnias. He’d bring Stern Zinnias, because they’re bright and proud just like he is.

“Oooh, looks like we have a disagreement folks. He says you’ve never brought him flowers.”

Stern gives him a confused look, and Barclay realizes he was expecting him to give the honest answer, rather than what he would do.

“Next: which one of you most organized.”

Easy.

“Him” Barclay writes.

“Me.”

“That’s more points on the board! What was your first job, Barclay?”

Ugh. He was a gorilla mascot for a car dealership.

“Gorilla mascot. How about that folks!”

Wait, Stern knew that?

“Barclay, what’s the one thing you wish Lucky spent a little less time on to focus on you.”

Barclay thinks about Sterns odd schedule, his devotion to his work, the times he’s gone out of town without notice.

“Work.”

“My work.” Stern looks down when he holds up his board, almost like he’s ashamed.

“Maybe need to take the nose from the grindstone and spend some quality time with your hubby, Lucky! Finally, Barclay, who kissed who first?”

Jesus. Okay, hypothetically, if he were to ask Stern on a date or two, would he make the first move? He usually doesn’t. And Stern seems like he’s confident enough in reading people that he’d go for it.

“He kissed me”

“I kissed him first (he’s shy).”

“Well done! You’re on track for some serious prizes. Right after these messages.”

They’re ahead of the other two couples by a little and have already won a dyson vacuum (Stern calls dibs) and a Le Cruset set (Barclay can’t believe his luck, those things are expensive).

“How’d you know about the gorilla thing?”

“I recall you and Duck comparing worst first jobs and you talked about getting heat stroke in it.”

He takes a sip of water,

“How did you know what killed my last two relationships?”

“Oh shit, really?”

“Yes.” Stern says flatly.

“I, uh, I thought about how you’re such an ambitious, dedicated guy and how weird you’ve said your hours can be. Seemed like that could make dating tricky.”

“You have no idea.”

“I mean, I was a chef for years, which had some weird fucking hours. Besides, you deserve a guy who’ll appreciate you even when you have to work overtime. Or go to New Mexico for the weekend.” He smiles down at Stern, feels something catch in his chest when their eyes meet. Stern looks down, pink dusting his cheeks.

“Zinnias?”

“Seemed like you might like them.” Barclay can’t say why, feels his cheeks burning just at the thought.

“I do. I love bright flowers. I spend so much time in sterile, bland rooms, it makes me appreciate the color in the natural world.”

“I could bring you some from my garden. It’s irises right now, mostly.”

“I’d like that, very much.” He takes Barclays hand and squeezes it in thanks.

Barclay tries to ignore the butterflies bursting loose in his stomach.

Round Three

The lightening round. All Barclay has to do is guess how Stern answered seven either/or questions. He gets through the first four just fine, correctly guessing that Stern prefers chips over candy, books over movies, cold over hot, and morning over evening

“Here’s a bit of a naughty one! Missionary or doggy-style?”

Yeah, this isn’t something they’ve chatted about. Lucky strikes him as someone who likes romance, likes feeling close and wanted and cared for in a way that suggests he prefers things with eye-contact.

“Missionary?”

“Don’t sound too sure there, Barclay, but you’re right!”

Number six is easier (how could it not be) and number seven is only a little harder.

“A fancy night out or a cozy night in?”

He thinks about Lucky, the way he seems to always be around people for work, sighs wistfully whenever Duck talks about a lazy weekend at home, seems excited when he has no obligations.

“Cozy night in.”

“Correct!”

Lucky whoops in delight from off camera and then joins Barclay.

“You’ve racked up the most points, which means you’re the winners!”

The audience cheers and begins making whistling, woo-ing calls.

“They expect us to kiss” Lucky whispers with a grin and it gives Barclay just enough courage to do something risky.

“Hold tight.”

“Excuse meeeeahumph!” He dips Lucky into a kiss, which the shorter man reciprocates, feels him laughing as he does, his whole body lighting up with joy as he deepens the kiss.

“Whoah there, lovebirds, save it for the the second honeymoon! Jim, tell them where they’ll be going…”

——————————-

They just make it back to the car before bursting into hysterical laughter.

“Ned is going to be speechless!”

“That I’d like to see.” Lucky smiles at him from the passenger seat, their prizes safely stowed in the trunk.  Well, all but one of them.

“Bit of an odd choice for a second honeymoon, Seattle. I’d assumed they’d pick somewhere with broader appeal, like Hawaii.”

“Hey, you’ll get to look for Bigfoot!” Barclay shoves him playfully on the shoulder.

“Me? I, uh, assumed you would take it. The food scene is supposed to be excellent”

“Nah, you should, you need a vacation.”

Lucky looks at him, thoughtfully.

“Or we could go together, as is the intent.”

“You’d really be okay with that?”

“Yes. I, well, I like you very much Barclay. I think a little trip together could be quite enjoyable.”

“I can go for that. On one condition.”

Stern raises his eyebrows, clearly not sure what’s coming next.

“You gotta let me take you on a few dates before our ‘honeymoon.’”

Stern relaxes with a smile, leans forward and pecks Barclay gently on the lips.

“That sounds magnificent.”

“Cozy night in? With me this Friday?”

“I’d like nothing better.” Lucky settles as close as he can, rests his head on Barclays shoulder

“I’m cooking?” He asks with a smile, already planning what to make. Stern kisses his nose.

“Right again.”

[lucystillintheskywithdiamonds]

..in the event that I do not return please tell Lt Uhura..

So I was nostalgic and I'm stuck at home sick so I watched star trek 2009 again and..my heart, that movie is just perfect. It makes me laugh and cry like the first time I watched it wtf

I love everything about that movie, and all the characters and the little dynamics, and the way they introduced everyone and the fact it's another reality and everything is new. Did I ever mention that Nero is my favorite bad guy from the trilogy, btw? (Friendly reminder we got Eric Bana in trek. Like, I fucking love Eric Bana. He is Hector, he is Henry DeTamble aka the face of time traveler hubby from one of the best novels I ever read)

Also, Spock and Uhura are a problem. A big, huge, problem. Because you just can't not love them. How sexy and cute they are, they just exude intimacy. That hangar scene is such ship baiting and I'm still like 'ohhhh there is something between you two' 😃😄 lmao. Like, the moment they interact I instantly smile because I know. And they have such effortless chemistry in that turbolift and their relationship is so dignified and... "I just love that they are in love" indeed.

Words can't express how much I love their plot twist and how it perfectly ties in the fact that unlike what it seems from appearance and a shallow perspective, Spock has feelings, and in spite of being complex and different because of his mom and dad and everything.. he fell in love with this amazing woman who gets him and loves him back and made him want to try to have a relationship and it's *their thing*, something precious they have. They are both nerdy by-the-book people and such bamfs who take no shit from anyone, but then they are so #soft together and reveal a different side of themselves *.*.

Kirk's face when he notices them kissing is cinematic masterpiece, tbh. Like, just when he thought he was starting to get who Spock is, vulcan boy's like 'surprise bitch, not only I have all the feels but I had a beautiful girlfriend all this time' and she isn't some random girl, of course, she's the badass communication officer who essentially saved everyone's ass by intercepting that message in her spare time.

Also, even after reading 8580632686677 fanfictions, I still want to read about how they fell in love at the Academy and how they become the enterprise ship in the ship, and how hard yet amazing it will be to be in love on a spaceship, and how terrifying when missions go wrong and your loved one is out there in danger..and how hard it is for them to be just Commander and Lieutenant while on duty, yet how effortless it is and how simple it is to get back to Nyota and Spock when they are alone.

They are a problem. A big, huge, problem.

[acrobaticcatfeline]

You Can Dance if You Want to, Don’t Dare to Leave Your Friends Behind!!! 12 days of logince day 10!!!

Word Count: 1311

TW: Cursing, alcohol mention, deceit, cats

Notes: Sorry this is late but this got away from me and became much longer than I expected. thanks for waiting!!!

Pairings: Logince, moxiety, sleepceit

Summary: “Logan we’re going dancing and you have no say.” Logan is not excited to go dancing when he could continue testing his hypothesis, but he couldn’t deny his boyfriend and his friends that fun at this point.

“Logan we’re going dancing and you have no say.”

Logan was not keen on leaving mid experiment, but it seems like he was going to be dragged to a dance hall and forced to dance with his friends in the freezing cold around teenagers, drunk college students and professional adults. He might as well look the part he supposes. He gets dressed up, a black button up loosely tucked into black slacks with the cuffs rolled up past his elbows, adorned with a matching fedora with a simple ring of blue ribbon around the base that left a part of his hair out and covering his left eye. He enjoyed dancing truly! In his own home. With Roman and YouTube. But when Roman did manage to drag him out of his cave, he had a reputation to uphold. Whether it be depressed nerd on campus or flaming romantic nerd in town. So as soon as he had tied his dancing shoes, he went to do some “simple” makeup. When he was done, he had another face on, lip tint, bright blue to black eyeshadow with glitter highlights, eyeliner and mascara on point, with a gorgeous contour to wrap it up. He pushes his square glasses up his nose as he grabbed his messenger bag that usually held his school supplies and filled it with the makeup and his headphones, cellphone, and speakers.

When he entered the living room there was the sound of someone spitting water and otherwise absolute silence, when he looked over to the others, he saw 4 sets of eyes trained on him and he smirked. He loved to grab the attention of a room, it was something him and Roman had in common. Virgil stood and dusted off his clothes before giving him a look.

“fuck man warn a dude before you literally murder them? What the hells this all about? We’re going dancing, not joining the Italian mafia?”

Logan burst into loud laughter, Virgil’s way of explaining things always had him in a heap of laughter. Virgil stood there with his hands on his hips.

“we’re going to a nice dance hall, and I have a reputation. Plus, this is nothing compared to what Roman usually wears. He’s a bad influence remember?”

“viiiiiiiiirge!!!!!!!!!!! We should fancify toooooooooo!!!!! We have the stuff!!!!!!”

Virgil looked at his boyfriend, then to his best friend, then back again. He cursed under his breath then glared at Logan before tugging an outfit out of his suitcase and scurrying to the bathroom. Patton grinned and grabbed his own outfit before rushing into Logan’s room. Remy was getting dressed in pure daylight because he had no shame what so ever, and Cam was hiding under his blankets, obviously embarrassed.

Patton came out in golden pants and a sky-blue button up matched with a little white bowtie. His shoes were a floral print and he had 6 friendship bracelets on his left hand and a few rubber band ones he made himself on his right. On his right ring finger, he had a dark purple promise ring from Virgil last Halloween. His hair was fluffy, showing his shaved sides and making a big floof of bangs that hung over his right eye. His round glasses hung low on his nose and there was a bit of shine to his lips and a bit pinker in his cheeks. He bounced on the balls of his feet and smiled brightly as Virgil exited the bathroom.

Virgil wore a dark purple button up with black slacks and a black vest adorned it with a blue corsage stuck in the pocket. He had black knee-high converse and a matching friendship bracelet to Patton and a little chain with a raven, lion, 3 badgers, and a snake charm. He also had a separate Slytherin band on the other wrist. He had black gages in, a black choker around his neck as well as a half a heart locket, and an ice blue promise ring on his right ring finger. His hair hung flat over his left eye and you could see the smoky eye he was constantly seen with and an MCR beanie. He smirked at his nerdy brother Remy who stood in a similar outfit and was glaring at him.

“god it feels like we’re 10 again.”

Remy had essentially the same outfit as Virgil but different colors. Instead of purple he had orange, instead of blue he had yellow. Some things were different though. His hair was over his right eye, and his beanie was for panic! At the disco. He had rust colored eyeshadow only half covered by his sunglasses and a black lipstick on and had his snake bites and eyebrow piercing in. He had a matching locket and had a matching chain around his wrist. It was safe to say that Remy hated his twin.

“yeah. Thanks, I hate it.”

Then it was Cam. When he got up, he was wearing black and white slacks and a matching vest over a golden button up with a black bowtie. He had heeled black boots and a copper promise ring as well as his septum and lip piercings. His hair hung over his left eye and was half shaved, and he had foundation trying to make the hand shaped vitiligo less obviously hand shaped. It ended up looking more like a spade at the end.

Finally, they heard Roman’s door open, and Roman decided to show up. Roman was decked in red white and gold. He had a red button up rolled past his elbows and white pants with gold suspenders. His hair swept over his right eye and he had glittery gold and red eyeshadow with a red lipstain. His white dancing shoes complemented the look wonderfully. He had a locket hanging low that was a simple circle and he had small hoops in his ears. His sash was tied around his waist and he held a white and red fedora matching his outfit that sat on top of his cane. His glimmering Cheshire grin dazzled them all. Not too long after they were on their way.

  The party was in the dance center located in the center of the square. They walked, the campus apartments were a short walk away and they were reveling in any time together. The past half year they hadn’t seen each other at all. Skype calls, Tumblr, Instagram and snapchat were the only ways they could all communicate, and they all missed just being with each other and having silly fun. They stopped in the square to admire the bright lights that covered it. When they reached the hall, they could hear the booming sounds of 50s music playing loudly through the doors. Roman’s smile grew as he led his friends through the doors. As soon as they were in three girls tackle hugged Roman.

“ROMAN WE’RE SO GLAD YOU COULD MAKE IT!!! Ohhhhh!!! Is that your hubby??? Those four look new, want us to show them around?”

“aw girls of course I came I wouldn’t miss it for the world!!! Yes, this is in fact my true love Logan I told you he was radiant didn’t I? I actually plan to show them around myself, they’re only here for break and I miss my partners in crime! This is Remy, Camora, Patton, and Virgil, these are my best friends from back in Florida! Virge and pat actually go here, but they’re on a campus a while away, but rem and Cam are visiting from home. We’re gonna have a hell of a time though, I can already tell.”

The six of them spent the rest of the night dancing with no cares in the world. By the time they got home it was Christmas eve and they were maybe half sober. Queenie sat on the counter completely unamused.

Taglist: @voices-and-stardust @blanket-fortress (this is for you appreciate it) @puer-mare @wolfishhel @cotton-candy-soda

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Thank you for reading I will see you later ladies lords and nonbinary royalty!!!

[mal-likes-biscuits]

So, what first attracted you to the Diablo universe, and what inspired you to write within it?

There’s a fun story behind this, and I’m glad someone asked me. It’s a story I will casually mention, but I didn’t want to go into the whole thing needlessly because it felt a bit self-serving. Also, this is LONG. But it’s a long story to tell.

Diablo Universe

I tried to play Diablo years ago when I was in a really stressed out, bad head-space, and I didn’t like it. I’d also just finished playing Torchlight, which is a much more vibrant, happy game design. I got partway through the Tristram Cathedral and just couldn’t do the gothic horror.

Then, a couple years ago, I was stuck at home on bed rest while pregnant. All I could do was lie on the couch and play video games. Which probably seems great, and it was, until weeks went by, and I ran. out. of. games. I mean, I played through ME: Andromeda to 100% completion, I put like 100+hours into Darkest Dungeon, you get the idea. This was conveniently about the time I actually had my kid, because (spoilers!) they are extremely time-consuming.

Anyway, we were too busy parenting to play video games, as we usually did, until a couple months after she was born. And at that point, she also spontaneously developed colic. Badly. If you haven’t had the experience of having a colicky child – I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. The doctor gives you a handout that essentially says “your child is fine, they will scream, we recommend seeking psychological support”.

At this point, I was already in a pretty bad mental head space from post-partum depression and the non-stop baby screaming. BUT. We discovered that if we swaddle wrapped our kid tightly, and held her, she would calm down. Less screaming: good. Having to constantly, physically hold your baby from 3 PM until 10 PM: boring. 

Enter Diablo. My husband suggested we try it again, because it wasn’t hard to play, and we could play it together while one of us held our kid. Did you know you can play Diablo 3 with one hand by key binding your mouse and only using some of the abilities? Yes you can! And thankfully, I was kind of immune to the gothic-horror-motif that had irrationally bugged me the first time I tried. 

(Nor did playing it make my depression worse. For anyone wanting the conclusion for that part of the story, I saw a good psychiatrist specializing in PPD. That helped a lot. If you know anyone who is depressed while pregnant/after pregnancy, or you are that yourself, seek help. It is the hardest thing to do, and will be the best thing you do. Depression is not rational. //soapbox)

Anyway, we played through all of Diablo 3 while holding a happily snoozing, colicky baby. And because we wanted to make the game last as long as possible, we were absolute LORE FIENDS. I had to find all the books, all the journals, etc. In this slightly superficial looking game, holy crap, there was backstory! You just had to go digging for it.

The lore that really grabbed me was a set of tomes from Act 5, called The Path of Wisdom. They were buggerishly hard to find because they were buried around Pandemonium fortress. 

And so ….

Writing Diablo

I’ve always been a writer. I write for my day job. I write and publish short-fiction (genre, usually SF) on the side. And I’ve written fanfic for years. Only, I hadn’t touched fanfic for awhile because I was working on original work. And then when I became pregnant, I completely lost my ability to write, because hormones are stupid, and mom-brain is worse.

Writing droughts aren’t unusual for me. But I hadn’t written anything for almost two years. There was a call out for a fantasy anthology that I really wanted to do something for, and I managed to turn that out (I’m still pleased with the story, and still trying to place it). I don’t usually write fantasy, nor do I usually read it. I’m a SF gal through and through. 

Except, this fantasy story I’d written really got me in the mood for writing MORE. It was a one-shot story, nothing I could build on. That was a problem.

At the same time, hubby and I were doing what we usually did after finishing a game, which was having “long talks at the pub” (which, after kid, were more “let’s have tea while she’s passed out and talk”) about all the nerdy, intellectual parts of the game. Diablo 3 doesn’t have the strong Act 1-4 story. But I LOVED Act 5. It had a great villain who was intense and engaging, Westmarch was honestly terrifying, and then. THEN. THERE WERE THOSE BOOKS.

Buried in this superficial hack and slash game were lore books that explained the Angel of Death wasn’t just the Angel of Death. That he had been the Angel of Wisdom, once. And there were all these reasons for what he had done, and they made a horrible, logical SENSE.

Whoa, my brain said. Wait a moment. That isn’t the sort of transformation that happens by accident. I found the Diablo wikia at that point and read all the rest of the lore I could get my hands on. I learned about the Worldstone, and Chald’ar, and the madness that took hold of Malthael.

And the first words out of my mouth to my husband after all of this were “WHY DID THEY WASTE SUCH A GREAT VILLAIN IN A SINGLE ACT 5.” Unless something changes in D4, Malthael is very dead. And that bothered me. Because the whole theme, at least I feel, of Diablo is that Light triumphs, and the path of Balance (or mortality) is the right way to go. You see this with Tyrael. 

And I honestly felt they should have done something similar at the end with Malthael. Because he does terrible things and makes terrible decisions, but where he starts isn’t as a bad person. He falls incredibly far because the angels in Diablo are not built to withstand that kind of change to their life or their function. To me, it seemed so much more legit and in line with the theme to bring him back, have him account for what he’s done, and then throw in with the winning team.

This all stewed around in my brain for several weeks, until an idea came to me. Usually writing ideas pop out of nowhere. It’s a bit annoying, because I have no ability to intentionally come up with stuff. I’m at the mercy of my subconscious.

My subconscious dreamed the chapter from “In All Things Light & Dark” where Malthael, now mortal, fights the shade of his former self in the forest. Complete with the “Sound of Silence” soundtrack. Dreaming something coherent, let alone writable, is really unusual for me. But it was a profoundly vivid image. 

And I thought … what the hell. Let’s do it. I write. I’ve written fanfic before. I haven’t written barely anything in a couple years, but let’s give it a try. If Blizzard isn’t going to give me this story and do right by the character, then I will.

110,000+ words later, I can say: writing Diablo fanfic was the best thing I could have done for my writing muse. It’s back in shape. It knocked all the mom-brain cobwebs out. And it’s been helllllishly fun to do. :)

Side-note addendum: my kid is totally fine after sleeping to the (quiet) sounds of demon slaying for several months. She is, however, also completely fearless, and thinks Malthael’s voice acting is absolutely hilarious. For what it’s worth – she laughs in the face of Death.

[alyjojo]

1. Aquarius - Nerdy, intellectual, distant

2. Taurus - Gaming, reading, listening to whichever “I’ll get to it” album that’s next on my list, falling asleep tangled up on the couch with hubby

3. Taurus - wouldn’t know & don’t care, the only people that know anything live in my house. Hopefully good things 🤷‍♀️

4. Capricorn - running my own business

5. Aquarius - strangers, heights, uncomfortable situations with no escape, parking garages, the intentions of most people

6. Pisces - Will always be red, but red has its place and I like them all. Darker shades of anything, I’ve never been a fan of pastels.

7. Sagittarius - Stupid people

8 - Cancer - After having three kids and a cat and a dog, seriously just a garage and/or a basement and I’m fine. Easy. A library would be my dream. A garden area is nice too, or somewhere to plant trees.

9 - Leo - gaming, reading, cooking, music, watching random videos of is it cake? and people doing awesome things like cutting a pineapple in 2 secs

10 - Libra - cater to everyone 😆 Take care of and teach my children. Baby the cat bc she’s a priss. Feed everyone, take turns with everything anywhere in life, even Christmas presents they have the same number. I see where it fits in me. I’m irritatingly fair.

11 - Scorpio. He’s Aquarius. Thankfully.

12 - Capricorn. Santa Claus, Indiana because ‘tis the season.

13. Aquarius. I can’t pick one. There are so many it’s insane. All of them that are important. If what’s important is more of a debate than a priority, those are what’s considered “stupid people” to me.

14 - 12th. Home, with my kids, everything is going well, we’re all spending time together and no one is stressed or in a bad mood. Just together.

15 - 10th. Ever? I don’t have one. I do have a huge lists of several that I love, and always reading more.

16 - 11th. Aries qualities. Take the lead, be the boss, take a stand, control the situation. I’m more shy, quiet and submissive, so it’s like my balance. Friend is the most important part of any relationship, if they weren’t my best friend first they weren’t very close.

17 - 8th. ^^^^^^^ and that’s all I’ll say about it

18 - 12. Health is what I foresee becoming a much more important role in my future. The rest I’m blind to.

19. 8th. Idk, everything practical.

20. 9th. Fittingly enough, going back to school. Also fittingly enough, it’s like a murky daydream cloud of questions like for what, when, how, etc that never leads anywhere, and if it does, something happens to where it doesn’t. So I dream it for my kids.

21. 7th. Heights, again. People think I’m just a little afraid of heights and it’s all haha and fine until I freeze and can’t move and start hyperventilating and they’re like oh...medical things too. 8 vials of blood is apparently my max before pass out, God bless all pilots, sky scraper builders, people that can just walk on high rickety bridges no sweat, doctors, surgeons and nurses, etc, I couldn’t do any of it 🙏

21 questions: zodiac edition

Copy and repost this with your placements and answers✨

Answer the questions before adding in your chart placements to keep it genuine!

Your sun sign: how would you describe yourself in three words?

Your moon sign: you have the night to yourself, what are you doing?

Your rising sign: what do people say about you?

Your midheaven: what is your dream job?

Your mercury sign: what makes you anxious?

Your Venus sign: what’s your favorite color?

Your mars signs: what is your biggest pet peeve?

Sign in your 4th house: what does your dream home look like?

Sign in your 5th house: what are your hobbies?

Sign in your 6th house: do you have any routines? (Something you do everyday)

Sign in your 7th: what sign is your significant other? If you’re not dating anyone use your most recent ex’s sign

Sign in your 9th: if you could travel anywhere right now where would you go and why?

Sign in your 11th house: what’s a cause you care deeply about?

House moon is in: describe your happy place

House mercury is in: what’s your favorite book?

House Venus is in: what do you find attractive / are you looking for in a mate?

House mars is in: what are your kinks / fetishes/ turn ons?

House Jupiter is in: where/how do you need to improve your life?

House Saturn is in: something your dad or father figure taught you (could be an uncle, a brother, a family friend, a teacher, a coach, etc)

House Neptune is in: what do you daydream about?

House pluto is in: where do you feel powerless? What’s scares you?

[thedavesadows]

Over 4,500 Charty Party games pre-sold during crowdfunding, recently named by the Daily Dot as the Number 1 game to play when you’re sick of Cards Against Humanity

I was in the camp of why would you even buy this. I played it and it’s super fun. I really like it. It won me over completely. – The Party Gamecast

HOW TO PLAY – The Judge flips over a chart card, and everyone else competes to play the funniest card from their hand to describe what the chart is about

Even analytical types like to blow off some steam every now and then, right?

Add a nerdy twist to your next game night with Charty Party Adult Card Game!

First, choose a “judge” to preside over the round. They’ll choose a chart with a missing y-axis (that’s the vertical one—but you knew that). Then, the remaining players pick from their hand of cards to fill in the blank on the chart, and the judge makes a ruling on which is the funniest.

For example, which is most likely to increase as coffee consumption does: sweatiness, willingness to be tickled, or confidence you could win a fight with a stranger? Our money’s on #3 – caffeine is a hell of a drug.

WHAT’S INSIDE – 44 Chart cards, 250 hilarious Y axis cards, and instructions, all printed on high quality, glossy cards and shrink wrapped in a custom box

IS IT APPROPRIATE FOR ALL – Nope. If it were a movie we’d rate it PG13, there are some cards in Charty Party we wouldn’t play in front of our grandma. But, the jokes tend to be more clever than offensive, and it’s a great fit for an adult family game night

What Customers Are Saying About Charty Party

Becca Winter

Don’t buy just one!

Reviewed in the United States on July 15, 2019

Verified Purchase

So, I bought Charty Party on a recommendation by one of my friends because she knew I would love it. Well. I haven’t even played the damn thing. As soon as I pulled it out of the box, my 20 year old grabbed it, read the instructions to my other son & daughter – and the rest is history. Now, my son says he needs one to take to school in the fall. As hubby and I were going to bed last night, we had to threaten to burn the damn thing b/c the kids were being too loud playing this game. So… I’m about to buy another one for us old folks.

Seriously.. not only is this game fun.. (chaotically fun if I gained any insight from my kids behaviors).. but we haven’t heard our kids laugh so much together in years, blessings in the chaos. Yes, one was a little underaged – but – it’s just the third child.. she knows everything any way.

Buy it, you will love it!

Jessica

Hilarious

Reviewed in the United States on January 13, 2020

Verified Purchase

Hilarious game! A new favorite! Similar to cards against humanity but a little more mild. I would not recommend for children.

For the game you get a stack of charts with a y axis already filled out. One is played each round by an alternating player. Everyone else lays 1 of the 7 x axis cards in their hand down that they believe would best relate to the t axis and the line slope that is drawn. Whoever took a turn laying the white chart picks the best answer and whoever laid the card down wins that card. First to five wins!

[amz_corss_sell asin=”B07QVB2VGQ”]

Charty Party – The Adult Card Game of Absurdly Funny Charts, Graphs, and Data Visualization Over 4,500 Charty Party games pre-sold during crowdfunding, recently named by the Daily Dot as the Number 1 game to play when you're sick of Cards Against Humanity…

[cindy-df]

Tag Game

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I was tagged by @clownfuckery

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Height: 5,5″

Eyes: Green/blue

Hair: Naturally blond but right now I am a red head. Naturally wavy and right now it goes a little past my shoulders.  

Body: Normal boarding on over weight. I still haven’t got back by before baby body. Baby is 4 now. 

Personality:

I’m a pretty outgoing person. I like talking to strange people, and in my line of work you kind of have to. But don’t get me wrong, I am not a social butterfly I love to hide away from everyone. A lot of people are not quite sure what to make of me when we meet. I have been told I am strange, or odd, or eccentric. I simply say “No, I am just a well rounded geek”    

Ability:

I have life experience. I went to collage twice. First time as a law clerk, I am not good at this. I got anxiety from working in the field so bad that for two years after a quit I would not answer a ringing phone. I did retail work, enough said. I worked in craft and food services at a university for a number of years where I picked up lots and lots if cool skills. That job and the students I met led me to my current career. I am a PSW (second time in college) and for the majority of it, I love it! Now I got some medical skills!��  

Hobbies:

I am a gamer, I love to write stories…when I get time. I read lots of fiction and science fiction. I watch movies, Netflix, occasionally TV. For a While when my son was still watching a lot of tree house my hubby and I would make up the true stories behind the nonsense shows he watched. We are sure that the paw patrol are a gov’t experiment that is being field tested right now by agent Rider. You don’t even want to know the terrifying true that we discovered about Team Umi Zoomi.  

Experiences:

I was a little girl in an ordinary world, then my dad introduced me to Star Trek Next Gen and it was all down hill from there. 

I knew I was smart when I was little but when everyone in your 3rd grade class tells you to stop using such big words you tend to try and be average. 

I was bullied for most of my public school career. High school was the first time I found actual friends. But High school was also where I met FanFiction. 

I had a few boyfriends in my early twenties. The last guy I dated I also ended up marrying. I knew he was a keeper because the first time we had sex I came! That’s big, because I usually can’t when I am with someone new. Yes ladies and gents I was a faker.

I found out I was pregnant on new years eve a few years ago. Thank goodness it was early in the morning so no drinky drink for me. I had to wait for Hubby to call me then I told him to sit down. once he was I told him. He said thank you for making me sit.

I Had a baby! that was something.I am told not to wait around so long if I have another otherwise I will give birth the parking lot.

 I didn’t instantly bond with my baby. That took a couple of weeks. I mean they put him in my arms and the first thing a say is. “Well, I guess I am your mom now?” I felt like I was baby sitting.        

My life:

It’s gotten so much better over the years. I am much happier in in some ways then I was in my younger years. I some times wish It was just my hubby and me again. And sometimes I wish it was just me again. But when I look at my life now I am very happy. I have a nerdy hubby who doesn’t care that I run off and write fanfiction before work. We are bringing up are kid in the same nerdy ass traditions that we were. I can hear them down stairs now playing Mario together.

Tag @octoberland, @cgockel, @argyle4eva, @hoki-lokison, @mori-leaf  

[chronicfangirling]

600+ Followers Drabbles/ Scenarios Masterlist

For my 600+ Followers Event - COMPLETED!!!

+ “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?” + “I’m personally offended that you didn’t ask me to be your fake date.”

”Re: faking dates and planning marriages” Yoongi x Reader, Fluff, 598 words, requested by @suga-daddy-69 [x]

+ “Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.” + "I bet I can make you cum before they return.”

“Re: hunger pangs and other cravings” Namjoon x Reader, Smut, 1011 words, requested by anon [x]

+ “I reject the notion that I could ever be too old for Pokemon.” + “You mean we aren’t dating?”

“Re: virtual monsters and Gucci slippers” Taehyung x Reader, Fluff, 893 words, requested by anon [x]

+ “I’m personally offended that you didn’t ask me to be your fake date.” + “Leave me to die… No! Wait! I was just being dramatic, please actually help me.” + “You’re a little shit but you’re my little shit.”

“Re: fake dates and real girlfriends” Wonshik x Reader, Fluff/Crack, 777 words, requested by anon [x]

+ “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?” + “It’s not the worst thing I’ve done to get someone to notice me.” + “To be fair, I’ve confessed quite a few times already, but it always went over your head.”

”Re: lattes and jealousy” Taekwoon x Reader, Fluff, 777 words, requested by @merlionmen [x]

+ “Not my poor baby!” + “I lost our child.”

”Re: lost babies and long-suffering hubbies” Seokjin x Reader (feat. maknae line), Fluff/Crack, 857 words, requested by anon [x]

+ "That’s… really not something you ask on a first date.” + “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

”Re: premonitions of love and second sight” Jungkook x Reader, Fluff, 1038 words, requested by @nochubunnykookies​ [x]

+ Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.”

”Re: stolen kisses and paying debts” Jungkook x Reader, Fluff, 319 words, requested by @nochubunnykookies​ [x]

+ “Just pretend to be my date.”

”Re: old flames and new beginnings” Jimin x Reader (feat. ?), Angst, 786 words, requested by @cupcake7592 [x]

+ “Explain it to me again - why do we need to pretend to be married?” + “Fuck it - do you wanna get married?”

”Re: fake marriages and very real rings” Hakyeon x Reader, Fluff/Drama, 516 words, requested by @heart-baek-bleed [x]

+ “I know they didn’t need my help, but honestly, I personally think they totally do. + “What do you mean ‘I already know’?”

”Re: roommates and double dates” Yoongi x Reader (feat. Jin x OC), Fluff/Crack, 1410 words, requested by anon [x]

+ “The problem is sexual tension. There’s too much of it.” + “You know I dream of you.” + "Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.”

“Re: shag carpets and study buddies” Sanghyuk x Reader, Smut, 878 words, requested by anon [x]

+ “You’re such a nerd.” + “Oh my God. You’re in love with her/him.”

”Re: hypotheses and theories” Namjoon x Reader (feat. Taehyung), Fluff, 892 words, requested by @sassocrates [x]

+ “What does s/he have that I don’t?” + “I blame you for giving me unrealistic standards for men.”

”Re: unrequited loves and apologies” Jungkook x Reader, Angst, 779 words, requested by @cupcake7592 [x]

+ “Fancy seeing you here, acting like you weren’t expecting me at all.” + “I thought you were together.” + “I fell in love with you despite the fact that you promised you’d never love me.”

”Re: taming wolves and cuddling puppies” Hoseok x Reader (feat. Jimin), Angst/Fluff/Fuckboy!AU/College!AU, 1357 words, requested by anon [x]

+ “Deny it all you want. I know it’s me you think about when you’re horny.”

”Re: versus games and talking nerdy” Hongbin x Reader, Fluff/Smut, 1207 words, requested by anon [x]

+ “You like me more than you like him/her, right? Right?” + “I love you, you know that right?” “Yes, but why?” + “That’s my ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.” “Well, kiss me so they see.”

”Re: mended hearts and many reasons why” Jungkook x Reader, Fluff, 1054 words, requested by anon [x]

+ “This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.” + “You two are made for each other. Why isn’t it working?” +  “I’m mad, I’m pissed, but most of all I want a kiss.” “Why are you pissed?” “Because you won’t give me a fucking kiss!”

”Re: pizza schemes and PDA” Yoongi x Reader (feat. Jimin and others), Fluff, 1726 words, requested by @xxwxnder-landxx [x]

+ “Make me.” + “I don’t like that look. You’re planning something.” + “You know, it would make things a lot easier if you and I didn’t work so well together.”

”Re: amicable exes and meddling friends” Jungkook x Reader (feat. slight Namjoon x OC), Fluff, 1971 words, requested by Mong J [x]

+ “Why does everyone think we’re dating?” + “To be fair, I’ve confessed quite a few times already, but it always went over your head.” + “You think I’m kidding. But I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”

”Re: ignored confessions and study dates” Sanghyuk x Reader, Fluff, 965 words, requested by anon [x]

+ “What do you mean ‘I already know’?” + “Ah, ah–not till I give you permission.”

”Re: rivalries and tragedies” Hoseok x Reader, Angst/Gang!AU, 1182 words, requested by @cupcake7592 [x]

+ “I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately.”

”Re: not-so-secret crushes and surprise kisses” Jin x Reader (feat, maknae line), Fluff/Crack, 1709 words, requested by anon [x]

+ “I think you’re beautiful.” “You say that like it’s a revelation.” + “I blame you for giving me unrealistic standards for men.”

”Re: missed chances and other opportunities” Jaehwan x Reader, Fluff/Angst, 770 words, requested by @animeotakupooh​ [x]

+ “I’m not jealous, I’m curious. About the things you were doing. With him/her. Without me.” + “Make me.”

”Re: noonas and brothers’ best friends” Jimin x Reader, Angst, 897 words, requested by @cupcake7592 [x]

+ “Just a game? Just a game?! Fuck you, I’ll do whatever it takes to win!” + “Safety first. What are you? FIVE?” + “You win.”

”Re: bffs and childhood crushes” bff!Jungkook, Crack, 1113 words, requested by @honeywhatthefuck [x]

+ “I think you’re beautiful.” “You say that like it’s a revelation.” + "Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.”

”Re: beautiful boyfriends and making passes backstage” Yoongi x Reader, Smut, 617 words, requested by anon [x]

+ “*M/N’s whore house, how may I help you?” (Member’s name) + “Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. Yes is the answer.”

”Re: maknaes and long waiting games” Sanghyuk x Reader, Angst(?)/Crack/Smut, 1555 words, requested by @merlionmen [x]

+ “*M/N’s whore house, how may I help you?” (Member’s name) + “Sometimes I just can’t control myself when I’m around you.”

”Re: sunshine boy and moonlight girl” Hoseok x Reader, Angst/Smut/Fuckboy!AU, 1321 words, requested by @cupcake7592 [x]

+ “*M/N’s whore house, how may I help you?” (Member’s name) + “Sometimes I just can’t control myself when I’m around you.”

”Re: thigh highs and twisted fairy tales” Jin x Reader, Angst/Smut/Fluff/Fuckboy!AU, 4222 words, requested by @cupcake7592​ [x]

+  “I’m mad, I’m pissed, but most of all I want a kiss.” “Why are you pissed?” “Because you won’t give me a fucking kiss!” + “That was barely even a kiss! Do it again - please?”

”Re: bratty rants and hot make-outs” Jungkook x Reader, Fluff, 724 words, requested by anon [x]