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near-dareis-mai · 9 months

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Hi! I'm the anon who asked about Moirane and Siuan and I'm crying so much, I never expected you would be so incredibly awesome and kind with your reply. I was honestly shocked by it and I literally have no words to thank you for all the time and effort that must have taken. I was expecting a short and simple "They interact two more times and never see each other again" or something like that at most but you went so far with it and it seriously means the world to me. I also absolutely loved your funny comments, you had me laughing in many parts.

And yeah, that's actually why I couldn't find anything explicit about what happened to them, I didn't exactly know what to look for, their wiki pages barely mention their relationship to each other outside of New Spring and I've seen some tumblr posts but they're not specific. Some mentioned Moiraine dying, Siaun dying, them never speaking again but implying it ended on bad terms or that they just never cared about each other again after their last meeting so I was just getting more and more confused, that's why you even including moments when they thought about each other even after believing the other was death meant everything to me.

And you were right, learning more about it made me happy because of the knowledge and because of the affirmation that even after everything they still thought about each other and how this entire series basically started because of them (which makes it worse that they didn't have a proper culmination regarding that) but it also made me so sad and even more mad.

One of the things that surprised the most was what happened to Siaun, I've read many fans say that while they don't care about Thom that much, they do love Garrett and his relationship with Siaun so imagine my surprise when I read that he was an old man infatuated with his "almost teenage slave". How can anyine love that? There is no context or excuse that would make that entire relationship better in my eyes, I'm so shocked. And the way she changed I just can't believe it. Of course so far my take of Siaun comes from Sophie's interpretation so I can't, in no way, imagine that woman that I met in episode 6 behaving like you just described. It's so absolutely awful and wrong, he created an entire different character and said it was Siaun! I'm absolutely shocked.

And Moiraine's story got no better either. I knew she and Siaun weren't really gonna have a happy ending, definitely not together, but I had NO IDEA the Lan/Moiraine beautiful platonic relationship would also be ruined. Again, I just know them from what I've seen on the show so I can't even begin to comprehend a world were Moiraine is believed dead for a long time, then comes back and her and Lan don't try to at least fix their relationship. I know the Warder thing is complicated but I always liked to believed that their love for each other was more than just the bond, that they really loved and cared about each other as friends, so I'm really sad about that just being destroyed.

I'm really sad that Siuan had the opposite of character growth for the most part and then had an awful ending that wasn't even an important part of the story and that Moiraine ended without the people she loved the most, with a guy that didn't respect her. That was also shocking, I can't believe the Moiraine I got to know would not only marry a man intimidated or threatened by her power but that she would tell him she would renounce her power for him. I just can't imagine that ever coming out of her mouth. I know she changed and suffered and stuff but it doesn't make sense.

I'm not from the USA and finding the books is a bit hard here but I found a way to buy New Spring online so I got that one and I will definitely read it! The little bits you wrote about it had me squealing and hugging my pillow because of the cuteness and gayness and just knowing that it focuses on my two best girls and Lan made me instantly get it. I will just try and pretend their ending was different though lol I know fans of book series hate changes, I get that in a way but hopefully some things do change in the show because I'm just no ready to accept some of the things I just read.

I know the story was never about Moiraine and Siuan, but knowing that they were meant to know each other, all thins that they accomplished together, both of them hearing that prophecy and starting this mission together, basically the whole plot of the book, for that to not have a real ending. Just using them to start the engine but then not having a good resolution about it? And I don't even mean a happy ending, but something!

There are so many more things I could say and I have so many opinions about this and I'm still in awe that you took the time to do this but I'm not gonna make this longer than it needs to be and bore you even more, you already did too much for me and I will absolutely treasure everything you wrote and I will save it so I can read it many more times.

Thank you so much for everything, I hope you have the nicest of days!

Spoilers for the entire Wheel of Time book series

You're quite welcome. I hope you enjoy New Spring! However, I feel dutybound to warn you that there's triggering content in the book.

(TW for grooming: In New Spring, Lan has interactions with a woman who basically groomed him when he was a child. The narrative tries to pass it off as a Malkieri cultural thing, but. It. Is. Grooming. So go in forewarned.)

I've read many fans say that while they don't care about Thom that much, they do love Garrett and his relationship with Siaun so imagine my surprise when I read that he was an old man infatuated with his "almost teenage slave". How can anyine love that?

(I hate defending Gareth Bryne but i feel honourbound to clarify: he only thinks Siuan is ~18 when he begins to chase her down. When he finds her and realizes who she really is - the deposed Amyrlin - he realizes she's 42 years old, and is still utterly infatuated with her, so it becomes un-creepy at that point. Again, I HATE having to defend this man but he's meeting the very low bar here.)

I presume it's easier for some people to find Gareth/Siuan romantic than Thom/Moiraine because if you're not thinking too hard about it, the barebones of Gareth/Siuan fits certain romantic tropes that were popular in the 90s and early 2000s (a highly decorated lord/general falling in love with a commonborn fisherman's daughter when she's lost all her power, a highly ambitious woman finding that what she actually values is romantic love above all else, the whole servant-master dynamic, etc). Everyone can ship whatever they want, but I will never see eye-to-eye with people who find it romantic, and I personally want to beat Gareth Bryne to death with my bare hands for what his introduction into the narrative does to Siuan's arc and personality.

Of course so far my take of Siaun comes from Sophie's interpretation

IMO Sophie is a perfect Siuan, I really can't see anyone else in that role anymore and I feel like she really gets across the complex and seemingly contradictory facets that make up Siuan's personality in the books perfectly - and she's why I hate Siuan's character deterioration in the later books even more now than before I watched the show, because imagine Sophie!Siuan putting up with any of that, LMAO.

but I had NO IDEA the Lan/Moiraine beautiful platonic relationship would also be ruined

Yeah. Sorry. i don't have even snippets to comfort with you here but the good news is the show most likely won't treat their relationship as something to be discarded by the wayside. IIRC, Rafe Judkins - the WoT showrunner - got a huge binder from amazon of fans' opinions on what they want improved from the books to the show, and one of those was fans asking for a proper resolution/interactions for them. so like. have hope.

Enjoy New Spring!

#also message me if you want the free pdf of the wheel of time books anon... since u said it's not easily available where u are #wot book spoilers #wot books spoilers #wheel of time spoilers #wheel of time book spoilers #wot spoilers #what the fuck even is the accepted spoiler tag for this series #siuan sanche #moiraine damodred #lan mandragoran

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sunlight-moonrise · 4 years

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Sugar, Spice, and Everything (Not So) Nice (Reid Imagine)

Summary: Being a Barista and falling for a regular is as cliche as it gets. Having that customer become your new professor? Not so much.

A/N: *Peeks head out* Hello everyone. I have come back from my unannounced hiatus to show off this baby. Major thanks to @definitelynotkatesblog and @clean-bands-dirty-stories for helping me put this fic together. This was written for the lovely @httpnxtt for the secret-fic-swap in the Discord (thanks @imagining-in-the-margins.) I hope you all enjoy this smutty goodness.

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: Face Slapping, Degradation, Slight Hair Pulling, Oral Sex (male receiving), Fingering, Spanking, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex/Creampie

Word Count: 6.4K

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Being a barista is pretty awesome. Sure, there were bitchy customers and super early mornings but it had it’s redeeming perks. We got free coffee, tea, and snacks during our shifts, which served the caffeine addict in me. I also learned how to make popular lattes, mochas, and frappes that I ended up making at home for myself one too many times. While there were the occasional assholes who couldn’t appear human before getting their hands on some caffeine, there were the regulars who made it worth it. Most of the regulars were so sweet, I appreciated a familiar face when they came in. Some.. more than others.

“He’s baaaaaaaaack,” my coworker Hazel whispered to me in a sing-song voice as she scribbled a customer’s name on a cup. I turned to see who she was talking about, but I already had an inkling about who it was.

My suspicions were correct. I turned to see one of our kindest regulars, my personal favorite customer, Dr. Spencer Reid. Is it weird to know the full name -including the honorific- of a customer? Possibly. But when I’d asked for his name to write on his cup the first time he came in, he accidentally gave me his full name.

“Dr. Reid- uh, Spencer. Sorry, work habit.” He stuttered, avoiding my eyes after the mistake.

“No worries! What can I get started for you?”

As a Criminology major, I learned to study the people who catch my attention before indulging them. Call it an old habit.

Dr. Spencer Reid had earned his title and then some. He’d joined the FBI at only 22, having six degrees under his belt by the age of 27. He’d written several dissertations and co-wrote novels with his colleague, David Rossi. Someone with his reputation could be a pompous ass and have a leg to stand on, which is what made his humbled demeanor so much sweeter. He was also incredibly easy on the eyes, which was a nice little bow on top.

Hazel liked to joke about how we’d make a cute couple but I know she only did it to watch me get flustered.

I walked towards the counter to take his order, leaving Hazel with the task of refilling the caramel syrup. I’m always the one to help him since he very aptly pointed out that I’m the only one who makes his coffee just how he likes it.

Some days, he’d let me surprise him with a random creation. I’d confirm if he wanted caffeine (he always did), iced or not, and any flavor requests. He’d take his drink, tip me handsomely and let me know his thoughts on the drink the next time he came in. So far, his favorite was the almond milk honey latte I’d concocted. It was nice to have a little bit of fun, especially with regulars who were as consistent as him.

“Hey Doc, what can I get ya’?” I asked.

“The usual, please,” he said with a smile. I nodded and set off to make his drink: a venti dark roast with a shit ton of sugar, a dash of nutmeg, and a tiny bit of cinnamon.

“Of course!” I quickly go to fill his order, making sure to put a complimentary treat in a bag for him. I know he had the ultimate sweet tooth so I try to sneak him a confection whenever I can. At first, he was a bit reluctant to take the free pastries, but nowadays he usually smiles when he sees the small bag.

“Here ya’ go.” I handed him his steamy cup of caffeine along with the little treat, seeing him smile at the small pun I add to his cup, “Have a BREW-tiful day, Doctor!” I watched as his lips landed on the rim of the cup, taking a long sip of the hot coffee. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, the sight making my cheeks promptly flush. I cleared my throat before asking, “Is it good?”

“It’s always good when you make it,” he stated matter of factly, a small smile touching his lips. The heat in my cheeks rose again. “Will you be taking a course this summer?” he asked, taking another sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, I’m really looking forward to it. My first day is actually later today. I’m surprised the class section was open, to be honest.” Super surprised actually. I’d been trying to enroll in this class for the past couple of semesters but it was always full by the time I was able to even load the registration page.

“Well, I’ll wish you luck, but I’m sure you won’t need it.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I can just tell.” He stated calmly, like it was common knowledge. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain. Before he could respond, an insistent cough caught both of our attention. I peeked over Spencer’s shoulder to see a customer waiting for his order to be taken. I turned my attention back to the Doctor, an annoyed look painted on my face. He nodded, taking a hint from the impatient mouth breather behind him.

“Thank you for the coffee. Enjoy the rest of your day. I hope that class goes well.”

“Bye, you too.” I waved, watching as he exited the door. I turned to the waiting customer, a bit miffed that he interrupted our conversation. But because I was at work, I plastered a fake smile on my face so that he wouldn’t see just how annoyed I was. “Welcome, how may I help you?”

●●●

After clocking out at 2:30 PM, I made a dash for the building where my class would be held. It’s not supposed to start for another half-hour, but I wanted to be sure to get there in time to choose a good seat and settle in before the rest of the class arrived.

Luckily room 301 was relatively empty so I was able to score a perfect seat by the window. I decided to kill some time by listening to some music and doodling randomly in my notebook. Some time had passed when I felt someone take the seat next to me. I turned to see a young man occupying the chair beside mine. He looked to be a frat boy based on the Greek letters he was sporting. Who wears a cap and hoodie in this weather? I really hope he didn’t expect to cheat off of me- although these types of guys always seem to do so.

I was about to return to my doodle when I felt a poke on my shoulder. I turned to give the offender my full attention, removing one of the earbuds from my ears.

“Hey, I’m Tony,” frat boy said, with a wide smile adorning his face. I must admit, his boyish grin melted the slight annoyance I had begun to stir toward him. I returned his greeting and introduced myself as well. “I don’t mean to be a bother,” he continued, “but I like to have at least one buddy in each of my classes. In case we need help or miss an assignment or something.”

I nodded my head - a friend in a class was always useful when it came to studying and swapping notes. We chatted a bit more, learning about each other’s major and why we both decided to take a summer course. Tony is a double major and this course will satisfy the credits he needs for his psychology requirement. This is why you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

It wasn’t until I heard the hush of the classroom that I realized the class was about to begin. I turned back to my notebook, preparing to jot down some important information despite it being the first day of class.

“Good morning class.” Wait. That voice... I didn’t even need to pick my head up to know who had spoken. “This is Criminal Psychology and I am your instructor, Doctor Spencer Reid. Unfortunately, Professor Monroe could not cover this course so I’ll be his permanent replacement. Now…”

I raised my head, watching as he continued to talk about what is to be expected in this course while a TA handed out the syllabus. He went on, able to capture the attention of everyone while speaking of the experiences he had with an array of criminals. His eyes scanned the room and for a brief moment I thought they would land on me, but they continued to take in the mass amount of students before him.

My concentration was broken by Tony passing me a copy of the syllabus. I scanned it over, making sure to highlight all the important dates. I didn’t want any exams or projects conflicting with my work schedule. I also made note of how the overall grade system is broken down. The whole thing seems pretty fair and everything was spaced out enough where I wouldn’t feel too overwhelmed with the workload.

“… and that pretty much wraps it up. Does anyone have any questions?” I tuned in just as he was pulling the first class to a close. No one raised their hands, so he dismissed us with a reminder to read the first chapter of the textbook and to check for any emails.

“So do you want to grab lunch?” Tony asked from beside me. I contemplated whether or not to go with him. He must have seen the hesitation in my face because he quickly added, “Not as a date or anything, I just wanted to grab a bite and I didn’t want to do it alone.”

“Sure,” I smiled, “Let me just ask the professor a quick question about his office hours and I’ll meet you at the food court.”

“Sweet, I’ll see you in a bit.” With that, Tony gathered his stuff and exited the back door.

I focused my attention on the podium, seeing a gaggle of girls surrounding him asking redundant questions. From what I could hear, their questions could have been answered if they’d read the syllabus. I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt, they were probably more focused on him rather than what he was saying during class. I waited a few more minutes for them to finish up before I made my way to him.

“So do I call you Doctor or Professor now?” I laughed.

“From you, I’d respond to either,” he replied warmly. The comment made me blush. If he looked into my eyes at that moment, he’d see more stars in them than the night sky. I bit my lip to stop the idiotic grin from spreading across my face.

He’s your professor, get a hold of yourself.

“How can I help?” he asked, bringing me back to the original reason as to why I was standing in front of him without a cash register between us.

I cleared my throat. “Um, I was wondering if it was possible to see you outside your normal office hours? I usually work the morning shifts and I don’t want to flood your emails with my questions.” I asked.

“Of course,” he said. “You can come to my office at whatever time works best for you. I know balancing a work and school schedule can be hard. Besides, I’m usually there handling paperwork anyway.” He gave a small shrug, pushing his hands in his pockets.

“Thank you so much. I look forward to the rest of the semester Professor Reid.” I liked the way his newfound honorific rolled off my tongue.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Goodbye, Professor.” With that, I left and headed out to meet Tony.

I was able to find him at the food court. We got some food and chatted more about our classes as well as life outside of school. He made it easy to be his friend, and it was nice having someone to talk to. He works as a waiter so we shared our customer service horror stories and tales of sneaking food at work. It was a nice distraction that took my mind off of Dr. Reid and the ongoing battle of calling him Doctor or Professor. As Tony rambled, my mind wandered about other things I’d like to call Spencer instead.

●●●

In that short span of two weeks, we already had an exam, an oral presentation, and a report on the psychoanalysis of serial killers. Not one day had been wasted, but this is what to be expected from a summer course. The essay was due the day before. Now we had to wait for our grades which gave us a moment to take a breath.

I was worried that my paper was subpar; especially since I chose to write about Andrei Chikatilo, a serial killer from Ukraine. He wasn’t as popular as those in America, so I ended up spending hours on deep research to find substantial information about his crimes. It also didn’t help that some of the original reports weren’t in English. I had worked hard, and hoped Professor Reid would see that, even if my writing could sometimes be a little weak. I was worried about the grade as our research papers held the weight of 20% of our final mark.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N! Anyone in there?” Hazel’s voice pierced through my worry bubble, her hand waving in front of my face. I shook my head, trying to focus on restocking the coffee beans.

“Sorry Haze, I’m thinking about this class.”

“Funny you say that; your favorite professor just walked in. Thought you might want to take his order.” She wagged her brows at me, making kissy faces as I hurried to the front register, trying my best to not let my eagerness be so glaringly obvious.

There he was, in his usual handsome glory, patiently waiting for me to take his order. He greeted me with a small smile that I happily returned.

“Hey Doc, what can I get you today?”

He debated for a moment before saying, “Surprise me.”

“Gotcha.” I already had an in my head; it’d been a while since he asked me to make him a random drink so I’d had plenty of time to plan. We got an early shipment of ingredients for our fall-themed drinks and I figured he would appreciate some pumpkin spice in his caffeine. “How are the papers coming along?” I asked casually as I rang him up.

“Pretty well. I’m almost done, so you’ll all receive your grades later today.” Wow, that was fast. I wondered if he stayed up reading all those papers to be done by today. Probably not, a TA must have helped him.

“I am a bit nervous about mine, especially since it’s worth a huge part of our final grade.” I really wanted to get an A in this course, but it was hard juggling everything in such a short amount of time.

“Don’t worry about it too much,” he reassured. “I haven’t properly finished yours yet but it looked great just from what I’ve seen thus far.” His words gave me a little reassurance.

“Thanks. I put a lot of effort into it. Let me grab your coffee now.” Spencer walked towards the pick-up station while I grabbed a venti cup for his drink. Just when I was about to make his order, I saw another familiar face come up to the register. “Tony, hey!” I shouted, placing the cup back down, “What can I get you?”

This was the first time he’d been here, despite him saying for the past few days that he’d stop by for a visit, even with the promise of a cake pop if he did. It was nice to see another familiar face.

“Hey coffee girl, how you doin’ today?”

“Just peachy. My feet are killing me, though.” Just saying the words caused the ache on the soles of my feet to spike higher. I thanked my lucky stars I was almost done with this eight-hour shift.

“Give me the chance to sweep you off your feet, I promise you won’t regret it.” he offered boldly. It wasn’t the first time he’d joked about taking me out. I laughed, especially since he had a girlfriend. She met us for lunch one day and we became fast friends- she was an incredibly sweet and intelligent girl, polite and elegant as well. It is a wonder how his frat boy charm won her over but opposites attract, I guess.

“Shut up, Casanova. What are you gonna have?”

“I’ll have a grande iced matcha latte, please.” I should’ve known. He told me that he loves matcha flavored food and drinks the first time we grabbed lunch after class. He had complained that there was no good place to get one on campus.

“Coming right up.” I quickly filled his order since it was faster to make compared to the pumpkin spiced latte. I handed him his bribe-cake pop, matcha flavor of course, while he waited for me to finish making his drink.

“By the way, we’re still studying at the library for the exam later tonight, right?” Tony asked.

“Yup, I’ll meet you at 8.”

“Copy that, see you later coffee girl.” He turned to leave while I turned to make Professor Reid’s order. I put extra whip cream and a bit more syrup to satiate his sweet tooth. I grabbed a fresh chocolate muffin from the display case and popped it into a bag for him as well, drawing yet another pun on the good doctors bag. “Thanks for being such a TEA-rrific professor!”

“Here ya’ go Doc,” I called out before placing his drink and muffin on the counter. I looked up to see him no longer smiling. “Is everything okay?”

Ignoring my question, he said, “I wasn’t aware you were so close to Mr. Montgomery.”

“Oh yeah, we study together once in a while.” I could have sworn I saw his frown deepen before his features became void of any emotions. He shifted his eyes downward, his hand moving rapidly to grab the cup.

“I should get going.”

“Oh, okay” Before I could say goodbye, he was already halfway out the door.

That was weird. I looked at the counter and noticed that he left the cupcake behind. Maybe he was in a rush?

I shook my head. I needed to concentrate on making it through the last couple of hours of work.

●●●

I made my way to the classroom, smiling at Tony as he pulled out my seat for me. Professor Reid walked in a few minutes later, his tall figure drawing all the attention to the center of the small stage. He let us know he already graded the papers and that they would be distributed by the TA before the end of class. I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach but decided to brush it off and pay attention in class. Despite my attempts to focus on his lecture, I found my mind wandering every so often anyway.

I couldn’t help but think he was less animated today. Usually, he taught with such passion that the class couldn’t take their eyes off him. But today, it felt as if we were all in a boring seminar with an ancient professor. Tony kept glancing at the clock, probably also wondering why time felt like it was going by so slowly.

I couldn’t shake the unsettled feeling the entire class. It didn’t help matters that every time I would raise my hand to answer a question, he would call on another student. What the hell did I do?

I decided to tune out the rest of the class. There is no point in being an actively engaged student if I wasn’t going to get treated like one. I’d just get the notes from Tony later.

Thirty minutes before the end of class, the TA handed out our essays while Professor Reid wrapped.

“Some of you did very well, while a few others struggled with the assignment.” His eyes landed on mine as he said that. It was the first time he had glanced in my direction the whole class. He moved on to the other side of the room. My mind was probably just playing tricks on me. “If you have any questions you can see me at my office hours next week or send me an email. You are dismissed.”

The TA finally made his way over to me, handing my essay in a slight fold. I looked at the grade on top and almost dropped the paper. My heart sped up as I stared at the letter in bright red ink. No way, no way this could be my report. I looked at the right-hand corner and saw my name at the top. I read through the first page and saw they were indeed my words.

How the fuck was it possible that I got a D on this paper? I knew my writing wasn’t the strongest, but a D?

“How you’d do?” Tony asked. For a moment I forgot I was in a room with other people.

I cleared my throat, trying to relive the lump so that he didn’t hear the croak in my voice. “Umm, not what I expected. I’m going to try to speak to him about it.” Tony was a smart kid, so I was sure he could see how tense I was. Luckily he didn’t question me any further and instead told me he’d text me later before leaving the classroom.

Fortunately, there were no other students in the classroom to slow me down this time. I walked right up to the podium, watching as Professor Reid placed some papers in his satchel.

“Professor, I need to speak with you.”

“Not now, I’m busy,” he replied, not even bothering to glance in my direction. This can’t be real. The sweet, kind Doc could not be the man acting like a total asshole right now.

“I really need to discuss with you my paper,” I pressed, raising my voice a little louder in an attempt to get his attention. That was wishful thinking on my part since he continued to fiddle with his satchel.

“I said I’m busy,” he uttered once again, his voice void of any emotion. He was about to walk past me, ignoring my whole being. His blatant disregard made my cheeks burn, and not in the usual way they usually did when I was around him.

“Spencer,” I barked, “We need to talk. Now.” For a few moments, he stood in front of me, his back facing my direction.

I was about to speak again before I heard him say, “My office. Half an hour.” He exited, leaving me alone in an empty classroom. The only things keeping me company were the fuming feelings swirling inside me and the failed paper clutched at my fist.

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I knocked on his office door ten minutes earlier than he’d told me. The anger in my gut brewed hotter the longer I waited. As soon as I heard a “Come in,” I rushed through the door, slamming it behind me. He regarded me coolly, but didn’t comment on my actions.

“What can I do for you Ms. (Y/L/N)?” I walked up to his large desk, not bothering to take a seat in the chair in front of me. I took a moment to calm myself down before replying.

“Well, you can start by explaining to me why I got such a low score on my paper.” I guess he didn’t like being the only one of us sitting down because he stood up and leaned against the wall behind him.

“It did not meet the requirements for a passing grade as outlined in the rubric. The information given was boring and the overall topic was uninteresting. It was tedious to get through,” he responded nonchalantly, like he was giving me a weather report.

“You said that you enjoyed it so far.” I rebutted, placing my hands on the desk. I needed something to offer me stability so that I wasn’t visibly shaking.

“I’d mistaken your work for another student’s. Maybe Mr. Montgomery,” he dryly clipped.

A bitter laugh escaped me as I put the puzzle together. Was- was he serious? Was this man acting like this because of Tony? The audacity! The laugh that bubbled from my lips must have unsettled him. He left his position from the wall in favor of standing in front of me.

“You want to know what I think?” I didn’t give him a chance to respond before continuing, “I think you’re jealous that I have another guy that isn’t you getting friendly with me at the shop and because of your inability to keep your---“

“That is enough,” he grounded out, shaking his head. But I didn’t stop talking.

“--private feelings away from your professional ones, you decided to give me a failing grade. Do you know how hard I worked in-” my voice rose up higher and higher until I was yelling.

“I said that’s enough,” he said again, louder this time. But I wasn’t done.

“-this class? This is my life, my fucking future on the line. I’ve told you how important this all is to me and you don’t even give a shit! You’re going to let your interpretation of my relationship with another student influence the way you do your job? And here I thought you were a decent man, Professor.” I hissed, “Do you even give a damn abo-”

“Enough,” he roared, slamming his hands on the desk and caging me against the wood. His breathing was matching the upbeat pace of my own. His quick movement and the sheer volume of his voice caught me off guard, effectively silencing me.

“I don’t deserve to be punished over your envy,” I whispered, locking eyes with him in a steady gaze.

“You want to see a real punishment, darling?” he hissed, the heat of his words almost breaking my glare, his breath fanning along my face.

We stared at one another for a while, neither of us willing to be the first to back down. The tension between us kept rising and rising until the inevitable happened. I couldn’t be sure who made the first move but before I knew it, our lips collided with a mix of rage and desperation. My arms draped around his neck as he pressed me on to the desk. He placed his hands on the back of my thighs, lifting me up high enough until I was perched on the cool wooden surface.

Spencer’s lips were soft, a stark contrast to the harsh way he was kissing me. His tongue parted my lips, gliding over mine with fervor. I couldn’t help but moan as he rolled his hips into me. He continued his rough grind, keeping my legs open as we moved as close together as our bodies would allow. He overwhelmed my senses- the smell of him, the taste of him, the feel of him. Everything was making me absolutely feral for this man.

I never expected the gentle Dr. Reid to be so fervent, so sensual. The kindhearted, sweet professor who regularly drank his weight in caffeine never gave me this impression. But then again, I’m sure he was shocked by my attitude as well. He knew me as the friendly, bubbly barista, now student, who enjoyed his class. He was about to meet a whole new side of me, just like I was going to for him.

Spencer pulled away from me, our mouths making an audible ‘pop’ sound from the sudden separation. I tried to catch my breath as he stared at me, our chests rising and falling together. If I were to move a bit closer to him, we would be touching once again.

He took a few steps back before motioning me to step in front of him. “I want you to get down on your knees. Now.” I wasn’t going to argue with him, mainly because I wanted the exact same thing he did. I kneeled down, keeping my eyes on his face.

“You going to shut me up, Professor?” I teased, feeling powerful, even though he was looming over me. He didn’t reply, just continued to look down on me with those honey colored eyes- full of lust and rage.

I watched as he slowly placed his hands on his slacks, undoing the belt and buttons. He drew down his pants and boxers at the same time, just low enough to reveal his impressive size. My mouth salivated at the sight of his bulge as he came closer to me.

“We’re going to put that smart mouth to better use. Open.” He said, gripping my face between his fingers, forcing me to follow his orders. I opened my mouth slightly, not giving him exactly what he wanted. Instead of ordering my mouth to open further like I expected, he placed his thumb inside. He pushed the digit deep, pressing it against my tongue. I moaned around the finger, softly nibbling at the skin. He continued to slide his finger within my mouth before dragging it out completely. He wiped the excess spit on my cheek before lightly smacking it. The small shock of pain sent a shiver down my spine.

“Open, and do it right this time.”

I obeyed, opening wide enough to accept him into my mouth. My lips were stretched almost uncomfortably in an attempt to fit around him. He was so hot and thick, I couldn’t help but hum at the taste of him on my tongue. The soft “fuck” that fell from his lips had me purring around him. I went to place my hands on the remaining portion that couldn’t fit, but he batted them away.

“You’re using only your mouth.”

Fine, have it your way, Sir.

I placed my hands behind me as I bobbed my head, hallowing my cheeks with every rise. His shallow thrusts encouraged me to suck harder. I slowly pulled away to run my tongue against the vein protruding on the underside of his cock. I was rewarded with a groan escaping his lips.

“I should have known that you would be so good at this, darling,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse as he tried to control his grunts.

I made sure to look in his eyes as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. The face he made was purely angelic. The muscles of his neck protruded more evidently and his breathing became more labored. I placed him back in my mouth, this time taking my time to go down on him.

“That’s right, Princess. Show me what a good girl you are for me.” He moaned as I felt his hands weave in my hair before he pushed my head down on to him, causing me to gag around him, tears pricking my eyes. He continued his thrusts into my mouth, barely allowing me a chance to breathe. My nose repeatedly touched the base of him as I swallowed around his hard length.

Spencer tightened his fingers in my hair and I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. The pace was brutal, but I enjoyed the rough treatment. Knowing that I was the one making him feel good was such a turn on. He buried himself deep in my throat after a few more thrusts to finish. I swallowed his release like the greedy brat that we both now knew I was.

He eventually pulled out, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips. I swiped the back off my hand across my mouth to clean off any leftover spit and cum.

“Get up,” he ordered, his voice hoarse.

I did so, rubbing the ache in my knees as I slowly rose. “I want you bent over the desk,” he continued.

“I want you to answer my previous question.” I quipped.

“You’re not in the position to be making commands,” he growled. He wrapped his fingers in my hair again, pulling just roughly enough so that I was looking up at his face. “If you want this to end well for you, I suggest bending over my desk before I stuff my cock in that bratty little mouth of yours again.”

He released me, eyes still on my face waiting for me to follow through on his order. I turned to his desk and did as he asked, bending over the wood until my chest laid flat against the surface. I waited as patiently as I could for him. It felt as if I was in this position for an eternity before he touched me. He pushed both my underwear and skirt down to my knees before placing his hands on my hips. I heard it before I felt it- the smack on my ass that caused me to yelp.

“Fuck, Spencer. What the—” I was cut off with another resounding smack.

“Did you really think that I wasn’t going to give you a real punishment, darling?” I took a deep breath as another shiver went down my spine. He had no business sounding so hot right now. Another smack, this time on my opposite cheek, had me biting down on my lip to stop myself from crying out.

“This” *SMACK* “Is” *SMACK* “What” *SMACK* “Happens” *SMACK* “To” *SMACK* “Bratty” *SMACK* “Little” *SMACK* “Girls” *SMACK*. A sob ripped from my chest as the last blow landed. My ass was on fire and surely littered with his hand prints.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood since you sucked me off so nicely, or I would have made that worse.”

Gee, thanks.

“You look like such a dirty slut like this.” I felt a finger enter me easily, the wetness gathered there making my entrance ready to take him. “So wet. Was it the spanking that got you like this, or your mouth around my cock?” A moan was my only reply as he added another finger, the two digits moving in a scissoring motion.

“Are you gonna be my sweet girl, now?” He asked as I moved my hips along his fingers, desperately trying to seek some more relief for the fire burning between my thighs as his mouth littered marks along my thighs. I closed my eyes, focusing on the pleasure he was giving me as he curled his fingers, a slow moan falling from my lips. He pulled them out of me, wiping the slickness against my still burning ass. Fucking bastard. I wiggled my hips against him, hoping he would grant me a reprieve and put his fingers back inside me. Instead, he spanked my ass one more time- one quick, sharp blow against the bruised cheek.

Just when I was about to yell at him, he placed the head of his member against my entrance. He moved up and down my drenched entrance before penetrating me in one full thrust. I took a short breath in, trying to get used to feeling so full. He was stretching me out in the most amazing way.

Spencer waited until I was grinding against him before he pulled out and pushed back into me. “Look at you, such a wanton little bitch aren’t you?” He could call me whatever he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop fucking me.

He kept a steady pace, making sure to grind into me every time he slammed back in. The obscene sound of our skin smacking against one another’s and the moans escaping our throats was an erotic symphony that had my body heat raising the temperature in the room.

He hitched my leg on top of the desk, entering in an angle that made the pleasure so much better. I couldn’t stop the whines that kept escaping my mouth every time he pounded into me. His hand stayed upon my leg, holding me down and limiting my movements. His nails dug into the skin so harshly I was sure there would be bruises left in their wake.

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me,” he hissed under his breath. “Should have known you just needed to be fucked like the cheap whore you are.” He sped up, hips snapping at an almost punishing pace. The desk creaked every time he slammed into me. I hoped no one was nearby to hear what was going on. A whine left my throat when I felt his fingers rub against my clit. I was so close now.

“Should I stay inside you? Fill you up so you walk around campus carrying my child?” He growls, his pace increasing with each passing moment. “Knock you up so the whole campus knows what a whore you are for me?” He asks, earning a cry ripped from my throat.

“Who’s fucking you?” he grunted. I don’t know how he expected me to form a coherent statement at this current moment. My eyes could barely stay open at this point.

“Spencer, please.” He smacked the outside of my thigh.

“Try again, who’s fucking you?”

“You are, Doctor.” Apparently, that was the wrong answer too, because it earned me another smack on my thigh. I had tears streaming down my face from the pleasurable pain he was giving me.

“You have one more chance or else I’m not letting you come. Now, who’s is fucking you?”

“Professor Reid!” I cried out.

“That’s right darling. Now come on my cock.” A harsh bite on my neck was the ultimate push that had me seeing stars. Spencer thrusted a few more times before fully sheathing himself within me.

He slumped over me, the feel of his breath against my neck causing me to shiver once more. We took a moment to have the high leave our body before he pulled out of me, a gasp leaving the both of us. Spencer was the first to break the silence between us.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” he asked, his voice a bit shy.

I giggled at his demeanor. A few moments ago, he was fucking me senseless and spanking me over his desk like a porno, and now he was asking me out to dinner.

“Absolutely,” I smiled. “But I should probably cancel my study plans.” I quickly added.

He led me to the faculty bathroom so I could freshen myself up. When I emerged, he was back to being the prim and proper professor I knew him to be. Just before we left his office, he leaned down and whispered, “By the way, you got an A.”

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can you pleaseee do a blurb with 80s!Roger and younger reader and maybe like it wasn't supposed to be serious but they've fallen in love and roger admits his feelings like during or after sex??? lol sorry if that's too descriptive but i NEED IT! adore your writing btw <3

okay this is such a soft concept and i wrote nearly 2.5k about it so enjoy!

Blurb advent: Day 5

warnings for smut (implied and a little more explicit) but nothing particularly kinky

You met Roger at the airport of all places, first class lounge as you waited to board. There’d been a mix up with your ticket, entirely the airlines fault so they’d bumped you up to first class, free of charge. You felt a little out of place and must have looked it too because before long you were approached by Roger who struck up a conversation, commenting that you looked a little lost. Later he told you it was because you looked nervous and he thought he could help you relax, but you suspect he was actually checking you hadn’t snuck in or something like that. Either way you got talking. Of course, you knew who he was but you managed to play it cool, answering his questions about where you were flying to with only minimal embarrassment. It turned out you were going to the same place, Montreux. Him to meet the rest of the band and begin work on a new album, you as part of a holiday that was taking you through Europe and into Asia. It was nice to have someone to while away the time with before the plane started boarding and then during the flight when Roger took residence in the spare seat beside yours as soon as the seatbelt light had turned off.

For the two or so hours you were in the air you didn’t stop talking, discussing the places you’d been on your trip so far, a lot of which Roger had seen himself over the course of various tours. He was sweet and funny and by the end of the flight you couldn’t remember what about him had made you nervous when he’d first introduced himself.

“So how long did you say you’d be in Montreux for?”

“Two weeks and then it’s on to Germany for a little while.”

“Well, if you need a guide for the next two weeks I’m your man. I’ve spent a lot of time in Montreux so I know it pretty well. I could show you around, make sure you get back to your hotel safe and sound,”

You laughed at the flirty suggestion in his tone, “Don’t you have a band that’ll notice if you’re not there?”

“Yes but they won’t arrive for another few days. I decided to come out early which now I think was definitely the right choice.”

“Alright then, you can be my guide. It’ll be nice to have someone with me, I got totally lost while I was in Greece and obviously I don’t speak a word of Greek so it was hard to get unlost,”

“Sounds like you definitely need me then,”

If you were being honestly, having someone familiar with the area to help you wasn’t your only motivation. Roger was hot, even if he was a little older than you and really, you’d have to be out of your mind to turn down a celebrity who was smart and attractive and openly flirting with you. Especially one with such dextrous fingers as his.

When the plane touched down in Geneva you sort of lost Roger in the chaos of disembarking and finding your luggage and leaving the airport but he found you outside and offered you a lift in the car he already had waiting. He recognised the name of your hotel, though he’d never stayed there himself, and passed it on to the driver as he opened the back door for you. When you arrived at the hotel he offered to help you with your suitcases so you let him walk you inside and wait as you checked in.

“Right well, I’ll pick you up in the morning, 10ish work for you?”

“Sounds great. Where are you going to take me?”

“Haven’t decided yet but it’ll be fun. So I’ll see you tomorrow,”

“Can’t wait.” You watched him leave and then headed up to your room to wash your face and organise your bags before heading off in search of some afternoon tea.

Roger was true to his word and the next morning he was waiting in the hotel lobby for you. He’d decided to start with Lake Geneva itself, taking you to some historical sites around it and treating you to lunch at a café with a view of the area. You caught him watching you a few times but, aside from offering you his hand to help you over a particularly rocky area and a couple of comments that could be considered flirty, he didn’t make any sort of move. But he came back the next day with two tickets for the Chocolate Train which would take you to Gruyeres for the day. You watched the picturesque scenery roll by from your window, Roger sitting close beside you, his arm draped over your shoulders as he leaned forward and pointed out things you passed. When you turned your head to ask him a question he took the opportunity to kiss you, stealing your breath away in the process. When you arrived in Gruyeres you got to tour where they made the cheese they were famous for and their chocolate factory as well, complete with taste tests. After that you were free to explore the town and visit its shops. Roger took your hand in his as you explored the medieval streets until the train was set to depart again. When he dropped you back at the hotel you were left with an immovable smile and a tingly sensation all over.

Day three included more site seeing, including a vineyard during the day where you shared a bottle of wine with your meal and bought another to take back to the hotel, and the casino in the evening where you had dinner and watched a local jazz musician perform before a few rounds at the card tables. You kissed Roger in the car on the way back to the hotel but were left a little disappointed when he didn’t follow you up to your room. You didn’t have to wait much longer though. On the fourth day Roger once again met you in the morning, this time promising something really special. You weren’t sure what could beat romantic meals and scenic walks but you trusted him and knew you’d have a good time with him no matter what you were doing. He took you to the studio. You couldn’t say it was the most interesting thing you’d seen so far but it was nice to have an insight into his world. He squeezed your hand as he explained all the parts of the studio, animatedly telling you stories of recording there and their rooms at Duckingham Palace and the mischief they all got up to. You laughed a lot and found yourself entranced by the stories and especially by the man telling them. The way his eyes lit up and the excited air he had as he said he’d have to introduce you to the others when they all arrived made your heart skip and you couldn’t help but ask him questions about everything you saw, just to be able to keep listening to him speak. That afternoon he did follow you to your room, unable to keep his hands from you for longer than a minute.

The next morning you woke to find Roger, still naked, snoring peacefully beside you. You snuggled back into his arms and dozed off again, waking a few hours later to him brushing your hair aside. There was no site seeing that day, no fancy restaurants, no cute cafes. In fact, there was no leaving the hotel room at all. You didn’t leave the bed or put on clothes except for when your room service lunch arrived and even then you only put on a robe so you could sit on the balcony and eat, opening the bottle of wine you’d bought at the vineyard. After you’d eaten you returned to the bed for a nap and then picked up where you’d left off once you’d both woken again. Even while you were eating Roger’s hands were never far from you, always ready to pull your hand to his lips or twist a strand of your hair around his finger or else just feel you up. Roger stayed until late that night but reluctantly left when he remembered the others would be arriving in the morning. You spent a lot of the next day catching up on the sleep Roger had kept you from and then exploring the shops around the hotel. You were planning on a quiet night in with a book until you got a call to your room from Roger, asking if you were free for dinner. He took you to a nice restraint, your table illuminated by candlelight, and then accompanied you back to your room to once again fuck you into exhaustion.

It felt good being with Roger even though you both knew it would only be short lived. You weren’t going to be in Montreux forever and it was likely that after you left you wouldn’t see him again. But that was okay. It’d just be a holiday fling, nothing serious. Probably for the best considering the age gap and his work and everything else about you. So what if he made you laugh and made your heart flutter and made you think about introducing you to your friends back home? You pushed aside those thoughts whenever they popped into your head, distracting yourself with touristy attractions and shops and food. Most days you’d fill the time with exploring the area, seeing sites Roger hadn’t got around to showing you. Once or twice Roger was able to get away and spend the day with you, holding your hand and pulling you tight against his side, maybe squeezing your bum when he thought no one was watching. He was true to his word too, bringing you back to the studio to meet everyone else. You spent most of the day with them, chatting and watching them work, though of course Roger did sneak you into the back of his car for a quickie at one point. Generally though, you wouldn’t see him until the evening, sometimes for dinner, always for sex. It seemed he wanted to have you in every position he could think of before you left, as many times as he could physically manage. He ran out of condoms fairly quickly but you told him you were on the pill he kissed you until you were dizzy from lack of air as he took you raw. And so it went for the rest of your trip.

On your last day Roger made sure he was free to spend it with you. He took you around the area, making sure you’d seen everything you should have, never letting you get too far from his grasp. There was an almost melancholy feeling around him, though you thought that might just have been you projecting your own sadness at saying goodbye onto him. It was frustrating to feel that way, to feel unhappy about leaving. You had so many more places to see, experiences to have, and you’d always known that whatever it was you had with Roger would be short lived. And yet you couldn’t help but be sad it was coming to an end. When he was sure you’d seen as much of Montreux as you could, Roger took you back to the hotel for a proper goodbye. He stripped you slowly, kissing your lips and your neck as he went and let you do the same to him before settling you on the bed, shuffling down to kneel between your legs and worship you with his tongue. He’d eaten you out a couple of times before but usually it was a way to make sure you were wet enough to fuck comfortably, his mouth entirely focused on your clit as his fingers stretched you open. Not this time though. This time Roger went slow, his movements deliberate as he trailed his tongue through your slit, kissing your cunt, avoiding your clit until you were quivering with built up need. Only after you were whining for more did he give you his fingers and drop his lips to your clit, praising you between the wet sucking noises and encouraging you to let go. When you did finally cum he prolonged the orgasm for as long as he could, leaving you panting and speechless. He left you with marks too, love bites on your thighs and breasts, as if he were trying to stamp himself all over your body so you wouldn’t forget him. And when you rode him he left crescent shaped indents over your arse and thighs where he held you so tight his nails dug into your skin. You cherished every one, relishing the way he touched you, the way he sighed your name as you sank down on his cock, every rough breath and horse moan, the feeling of being so full of him.

It was late when you both finally accepted you were too exhausted for more. You let Roger wrap you up in his arms again, stroking you hair as he held you close, wanting to prolong the moment for as long as you could. He was quiet for a while, his breathing evening out, and for a moment you thought he’d fallen asleep. Suddenly he spoke.

“Y’know the others keep giving me shit for coming here every night. At best they think you’re just a pretty young toy to keep me busy and at worst the start of a midlife crisis. But you’re not. They don’t get it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I have really loved spending all this time with you for the last couple of weeks. Not just the sex, all of it. Taking you out, showing you sites, just spending time with you. You’re funny and bright and fun and I think I love you, which even as I say it sounds ridiculous because it’s only been two weeks but whatever I’m feeling definitely isn’t platonic and it’s definitely not just about the sex. I don’t know. Am I crazy to think there’s something here?”

You turned around to face him properly, studying his features for any signs on insincerity.

“Sorry, I’m being stupid.”

You leaned in to kiss him softly, immediately feeling him kiss back, “don’t apologise. You’re not crazy and you’re not stupid, I think I love you too.”

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Smile Again Part 1

Note: This is part one of my new Hotch series!!!! There is a whole lot of just back story in this one and setting the scene! More cuteness to come! A lot of slow burn fluff and some hurt comfort not really full blown angst!

X female reader

Summary: JJ’s cousin Y/N has been through a lot in her 37 years of life. She’s moved to Virginia to start to move on with her life,until meeting Aaron Hotchner throws a wrench in her plans in the best way.

Masterlist ——— Series masterlist

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Y/N Y/L/N had just moved to Virginia to be closer to her best friend and cousin, Jennifer Jareau. If she were being honest this isn't how she'd imagined her life at 37 would be when she was younger. If you asked her then she'd have told you that she saw herself married with kid number 2 or 3 on the way, not a widow running from her past. Life has its own ideas for the way our lives will go though doesn't it. Y/N had a few things on her side however, she had her dream job as a translator for a publishing company where she worked remotely. She also had a loving, if not overbearing family to lean on, and lean she did. For the past three years Y/N was living and helping out on her parent's farm in Pennsylvania. She recently decided it was time to move to be closer to JJ, and the publishing company she worked for. She loved all the help and support her family gave her but she also needed to start over fresh and she knew that meant moving on physically as well. It wouldn't hurt to also get away from her family treating her like glass and closer to her cousin that, while just as overbearing at times, knew she was capable of more than grieving the death of her husband, and her hopes for the future.

She knew after the first week of living in Virginia near JJ that she made the right move, she finally started to feel like a human again. Y/N loved living in an apartment not far from her favorite cousin and her family. She especially loved that she now got to watch and hang out with her favorite little kids, Henry and Micheal, whenever JJ and Will both had to work. That morning Y/N was woken up at 4:30 in the morning to the ring tone she saved for JJ, Spice World, at top volume.

"Ugh, I never thought I'd say this but it's too early for spice girls." she grunted as she picked up the phone.

JJ chuckled and said "Sorry my dear. Wil is away for training and we just got a case that they need me on do you think..."

"I'm on my way" Y/N cut her off "I'll stop for coffee and bagels"

"You're my favorite person," she says.

Y/N rushed to get ready and grab her go bag. She learned quickly to keep one after she moved to Virginia and picked up more munchkin sitting duties, as she calls them. She headed to JJ’s favorite coffee shop, which was quickly becoming hers too. She arrived at the Jereau-Lemontague house quickly and was getting settled in on the couch when she heard JJ’s phone ring.

“Jayje, a handsome man named Hotch is calling” she whisper-yelled into the kitchen looking at the photo icon of Hotch on her cousin’s screen.

“That’d be my boss, He’s single by the way” she winked as she took the phone.

“Shut up” Y/N replied with an eye roll.

“Hey Hotch” JJ answered.

Y/N could make out most of the conversation from where she was perched drinking her coffee. She could tell that JJ’s boss was telling her that he was running behind because someone named Jessica had an emergency and couldn’t watch Jack. She assumed Jack was his Son as she heard JJ respond that Will was away too so he couldn’t watch him.

“Psst” Y/N called trying to get JJ’s attention without being rude. “Jack is Henry’s best friend right?”

JJ nodded.

“Tell him to bring him over, I’ll watch him. The more the merrier right?”

“Hang on Hotch” JJ said, turning to Y/N “you’re sure? He’s a great kid, you'll love him, but that’s a whole other human.”

“I’m sure! Tell him” she gestured to the phone.

“Hey Hotch. My cousin,Y/N, is watching the boys. She's amazing with them and she says Jack is welcome to join the party.” After a bit of convincing Hotch agreed with many ‘thank you’s. Before she knew it the very handsome man (who was even more handsome than his picture) showed up at the door with a very sleepy little boy in his arms.

“Hi I’m Y/N, JJ is just grabbing her bags, I’ll show you to Henry’s room.” she smiled.

Hotch got jack settled on the un-used bunk of Henry’s bunk beds and kissed him on the head. Y/N led him out of the room and turned to him.

“I know you don’t have much time but do you have anything specific you need to tell me?” She said handing him a note with her full name and phone number on it.

“Thanks. He’s pretty easy going but I wrote down some basics that I usually give to baby sitters. JJ trusts you though, so I do too.”

“Thank you. Call whenever you want okay? Be safe, and keep my Jayjee safe too.” She smiled.

“Always” he nodded.

Hotch and JJ decided to carpool to Quantico for the briefing.

“Y/N seems nice.” Hotch says as he drives, face serious as usual but JJ can see the softness. She knew Y/N and Hotch would get along. They had more in commen than most people knew, but unfortunately that included a big lose and both Being very closed off to new relationships. However she had hope.

“Yeah, she’s my very best friend. She’s amazing with kids too so Jack is in very good hands.” She smiled.

“I can tell” he replied.

“I’ve missed her, she was back in PA for the last few years but before that she lived in Maryland so it wasn’t too bad of a drive. Still this is way better."

“Does she work with children for a living?” he asked, trying to seem his normal nonchalant self, but not truly caring because he knew JJ saw straight through him anyway.

“No she is a translator for a publishing company. She translates books to and from other languages. She studied linguistics and Languages in college and has her PHD. She’s basically the whole package!" She said with a wink, causing Hotch to chuckle.

“Why so many questions? You interested boss?” she asked jokingly.

“wh-, I-, she’s watching my kid, I was just...” Hotch stumbled in a way he prided himself on not doing often.

“It’s okay, I think she’s interested too.” She said quietly.

“What?”

“She had the look after you talked” she laughed at Hotch’s confused face.” It’s a look I’ve only seen a few times but it means she’s interested so do what you will with that just be careful with her. She’s been through a lot.”

“JJ” Hotch warned firmly.

“I know I know, I’m dropping it!” she said and stuck to her word, changing the conversation to their kids and their adorable antics.

Throughout the case JJ and Hotch each called Y/N every night to check on their little ones. JJ made sure to check on Y/N too while Hotch usually kept their chats short but couldn't deny he enjoyed talking to her. She found herself looking forward to his call each night, she knew it was stupid but she let herself enjoy the butterflies a little bit anyway.

She had also been enjoying her time with not only 'her boys' but also Jack. Jack is a sweet kid and she loved talking to him about school, and soccer, and his family. One night before bed, after Michael and Henry fell asleep, Jack asked Y/N if she had any favorite stories.

“Of course I do, my mom used to tell me a story about fairies every night before bed.” Y/N replied.

“My Daddy says that my Momma used to sing me special songs before bed.” Jack said with a sad smile. “Daddy sings them sometimes but they make him a little sad, I wish he had someone to make him happy.”

“He has you sweet boy” Y/N cooed and kissed his head.

“I know but I mean besides me” Jack said.

“You don’t have to worry Jack, because I like to think that no matter how much someone hurts, there is always someone else out there that will make them smile again.” She assured him and smiled as he cocked his head to look up at her. “I lost someone who made me smile too, but I still find new people who make my life happy. My cousin and her family, you…” she smiled

“My daddy?” Jack asked.

She smiled and said, "Yeah your Daddy too, I don’t know him very well but he has to be great to have a kid like you!” she chuckled.

“He’s the best.” He said as he snuggled into her side, “You lost some one you love, like how daddy and I lost my momma?”

“I did” she nodded. "His name was Connor, he made me very happy but I know he looks over me and keeps me safe. Just like your Momma does for you and your Daddy.”

Jack looked up at her and smiled as he started to tell Y/N all about what he remembers about Hailey and how he feels. Y/N snuggled up close to him, listening and adding in here in there until he falls sound asleep.

She knew that when Aaron and JJ come back she’ll have to talk to him about this but for now she’s just happy that that that sweet little boy feels comfortable enough to open up to her. Their conversation however had her begin to think about Connor, and the day her whole life got turned upside-down. Hearing Jack talk all about his mom made her almost want to open up about her own feelings about her late husband after all this time, but for now she’s just curl up with some tea and JJ’s Netflix account.

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Thank you to @winterscaptain for the encouragement and help.

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner x imagine #aaron hotchnerx reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfic #hotch x female reader #fem!reader #female!reader

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alwaysmychoices · 4 years

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So, I wrote a HC that was pretty angsty and messy about what would have happened if Ethan and MC started dating after Miami. I still think that would have happened, but I started wondering, “what would I have written if I was writing a cute HC about that?” Next thing I knew, it was 2 am and I was writing this on my phone from my bed.

So, here are all the cuter details about what I think would have happened if they started dating in Book 1.

Ethan & MC Dating after Miami - Cute Moments HC 💖

When Ethan and MC started a relationship in Miami, neither of them had any idea how hard those first six months would be. Between the fights and miscommunications, they were just trying to get to know each other while their personal lives went to hell.

There were breakups, makeups, passive aggressions, avoidance, and even a few rounds of silent treatments.

But there was a reason they always came back. Because, late at night, when they mulled over their loss, it wasn’t the bad things that they thought of - it was the good, the pure, and the four letter word on the tip of their tongue that brought them back to each other’s doorstep time and time again.

Because, when they were good, they were amazing.

Ethan loved to send MC flowers.

Before MC, he had never been the kind of man who sent flowers. They were messy, impermanent, and hard to enjoy when you spent all your time at work.

But one time, MC said she mentioned that she liked buying flowers because they allowed her to enjoy a piece of nature, even when she spent her whole day inside the hospital.

The first time he sent them, Ethan had made a real ass out of himself. He said something stupid at dinner, which lead to a fight. He had already worked it out with MC, and though she assured him it was alright, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed to do something to prove that he wasn’t such a jerk. On impulse, he ordered 2 dozen roses to be sent to her apartment.

When she got home to her roommates crowding around the prettiest rose bouquet she had ever seen, it didn’t even cross her mind that it could be for her - not until Elijah supplied the card addressed to her from a secret admirer.

Once she was alone, MC called Ethan to make sure it was really him. She couldn’t imagine him willingly ordering such a romantic gift, but she also couldn’t picture someone else giving it to her.

When she asked him if he bought the flowers, he tensed, afraid he’d accidentally risked their secrecy by sending it to her home, but he anxiously admitted that he did and asked if she liked them.

And when she said she loved them... he felt a feeling so unfamiliar he couldn’t classify it. He was so proud to be the one who sent them and so happy that he found a way to make her smile when he so often felt like he was always messing up with her. Right then, he knew this wouldn’t be the last time he sent her flowers.

And it wasn’t. He regularly sent her bouquets and only let up a little when her roommates became suspicious. Once, when MC was alone in his apartment dog sitting Jenner, he had a massive flower arrangement delivered to her with just the message “I miss you.”

To accommodate their busy schedules, date night usually meant going back to Ethan’s apartment with takeout, but after one too many nights of Thai delivery, Ethan decided to teach MC how to cook.

He was startled to realize she had absolutely no idea how to cook. How had she gotten this far into adulthood without this basic skill? Every week, he had a new recipe for them to try, and he would walk her through all the steps.

When Ethan concentrated on cooking, he got these little lines between his eyebrows. MC thought they were cute. Sometimes, she would smooth them out with her thumb to remind him to relax. Other times, she would kiss them. When she did that, he always became distracted. Once, he almost cut his hand because he was so wrapped up in her.

Ethan pretended to find this annoying, but whenever she did it, he showed a small smile that gave him away.

Their fights were usually brutal. They were both so smart and so stubborn that the fights became unwinnable.

And probably because of that, their debates were practically a force of nature.

More than once, they spent a whole Saturday afternoon half naked in Ethan’s apartment and debating the finer points of medical ethics or treatments for patients. They usually could reach an agreement, except when they debated pineapple on pizza.

They pushed each other.

They made each other better doctors for having worked together and better people for having known each other.

Perhaps more importantly, they cared about each other. Even when they were locked in a disagreement or feigning disinterest, they cared. If the other needed them, they were there.

They needed each other more than they would admit. Very quickly, MC became Ethan's rock as they treated Naveen. She was the only one who could understand what he was going through.

MC was nervous to tell Ethan about being sabotaged at work. She didn't want him to think of her as the kind of person who blamed someone else for her mistakes, but when Landry was exposed as a traitor, she was devastated and just wanted Ethan to comfort her.

When he found out all that Landry did, Ethan was furious. Beyond hurting his girlfriend, he had endangered dozens of patients and the stability of the whole hospital.

But he was also hurt that MC hadn't told him.

Ethan realized that he wanted to be the person she shared her problems with. He wanted to be her person, just like she was his.

MC was surprised that, when it came to someone insulting or hurting her, Ethan was always on her side - even when she was equally as guilty. Once, MC complained that an attending made a sexist, offhand comment during rounds. Ethan never liked that attending again. When someone hit on MC and made her uncomfortable when they were at a bar together, Ethan told him off and forced him to leave.

Ethan was equally surprised by how jealous MC could get. He rarely noticed when women flirted with him, so it took him a few months to detect MC's jealousy. The first time he saw it, they were having a drink at a bar. A woman was very shamelessly coming onto him, though she didn't get much of Ethan's attention, but MC looked furious. Every time the woman came over to talk to them, MC moved just a little bit closer until she was almost in his lap.

When he took MC home, he commented on it, assuring her that he was only there for her, but MC grumbled that it happened all the time and that he didn't notice.

So, he started paying attention, and wow, it happened way more often than he thought. Even patients flirted with him, earning a glare from MC.

Once, when Ethan and MC were in the middle of a really big fight, Ethan caught MC staring at him at Donahue’s. To get a rise out of her, Ethan started flirting with the woman sitting a few seats down at the bar. MC was outraged. Thirty minutes later, when he got up to leave, MC followed him out, and they yelled at each other in the ally. And then they made out in the ally and had sex in the back of his car.

The next morning, they acted like nothing happened at work.

In fact, that was usually how they acted at work.

But at the beginning of their relationship, there were plenty of cute moments to be had at Edenbrook.

Like when their hands would accidentally brush when looking over a chart. Or when Ethan's breath hit her neck when he looked over her shoulder to see if she was doing something right. Or secret meetings in his office under the guise of needing to talk about a patient.

But MC thought the sweetest moments where the ones when he would see her coming down the hall, and just for a second, his face soften and warm to her. Almost immediately after, his face would harden again as he got back to work. But in that short little moment, MC knew she made him happy.

Keeping the secret was so hard, especially when MC was always under the watchful eyes of her roommates and friends.

They were all convinced she was in love with someone and joked that she had a secret boyfriend. MC laughed along, but they never actually thought it was Dr. Ramsey.

To make it a little less obvious, she always joined in when they complained about him.

Ethan noticed and rolled his eyes, but he didn’t stop her.

The only person who noticed in Ethan’s life was Naveen, but Ethan skillfully dodged the question whenever he could.

However, they had almost been caught so many times, in and out of the hospital. Even at the farmer’s market, they weren’t safe from a coworker finding them and innocently approaching.

MC always looked around before she kissed him, and Ethan had to be at least 5 miles from the hospital to show any display of affection, not that he particularly liked public displays of affection in the first place.

MC knew that she loved Ethan before she even really knew him, which was terrifying. She worried that, one day, she would learn some horrible fact or realize some unforgiveable trait. Ethan, on the other hand, never imagined that MC would become ruined in his eyes. He didn't think she could. No, he worried that he would be the one to make the mistake.

Both them harbored a lot of insecurities in their relationship - insecurities that held them back.

When they shed them, even just for the night, it was incredible.

Some of the best nights were spent wine-drunk, oversharing hundreds of little details that shaped who they were. MC liked hearing about Ethan's childhood, and she frequently needled him about his mysterious past relationship with Harper. Ethan wanted to know everything about her adult life before him, even when it included ex-boyfriends he instinctively hated.

When their relationship settled into comfortable, stable commitment, they still had nights like that.

Even when they moved in together, they sometimes picked out a bottle of wine, finished the whole thing, and spent the second bottle of wine sharing stories and experiences.

That was when it felt real. That was what reminded them that this was magic - that this was love.

@stateofgracious I think this was kinda cute, so maybe I can do some cute ones 🤞

#Ethan Ramsey #Ethan Ramsey x mc #Open Heart #Open heart 2 #choices #choices stories you play #pixelberry

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sadboinikko · 4 years

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What Happened To Small Bob?

We see a lot of artists and writers including the little skeleton cat in moments with Nico, but I can’t exactly remember what truly happened to that cat.

I know he was in Tartarus with his namesake, Bob the titan, but did he ever leave?

Tomorrow, I’m planning on going through the House of Hades and Blood of Olympus books for an honest to god answer to my internal dilemma.

But, for now, I’m going to skim through what my memory can recall. Both about the books, when he’s mentioned, and the fanfics/artwork that include Small Bob.

I remember that Small Bob is the result of Atlas using a Saber-tooth tiger tooth, which failed because he was trying for a dino if I recall. Atlas destroyed them, and that was that until Bob found him in Tartarus. As far as I recall, we don’t see Small Bob after Percy and Annabeth leave Tartarus.

I’m an avid fanfic reader, I’ve been doing so for around 2-3 years now. This account itself is more than 2 years old. I was also originally in very few fandoms. To name them, Harry Potter, Voltron, and Percy Jackson.

I was originally on Wattpad and Fanfic.net, but a lot of fanfic haunts me there. Though I still have an old account. So I’m going to talk about what, according to the ones I’ve read, the majority of them include. They usually try including them when it’s Nico or Percy centric, bringing Small Bob back for some angst/fluff.

Small Bob is usually there to be a cute pet, when he’s included. And they keep his skills/personality basic. I know he’s a cat/tiger but animals have personalities too.

He's never mentioned in combat, although I think he fought monsters with Bob. He never does anything outside of helping to make Percy/Nico happy.

Using a slightly more specific user, Takara Phoenix, they include a bunch of characters throughout their works. They don’t include Small Bob in all of their fics, though when they do Small Bob is a tiny, domesticated cat. Now, I’m not hating. I love Takara and have been obsessed with their work for a long time. They were one of the people who inspired me to just go out and write my stories. I had bad anxiety about posting stuff, even through an anon account.

This isn’t about me though. We’re talking about Small Bob.

Now, I’m going to do a brief skim of google. 1st source I’m going to go through is the Riordan Wiki. a few things catching my attention is that we have no clue how Small Bob truly got to Tartarus, Small Bob was the last survivor of the Saber-Tooth’s, and Small Bob can switch through forms.

A small snippet directly from the Wiki says, “His fate afterward is currently unknown but like Bob and Damasen, he was presumably destroyed by Tartarus for his actions.”

Now, I’m going to talk about the first three before I get to that last snippet. We get an assumption from Percy that when Atlas told his servants to take the Saber-Tooth’s away, they were sent to Tartarus. Though it’s just an assumption. What Percy thinks isn’t solid evidence.

Though we have nothing else to use. So for now, we can only assume that Small Bob was sent to Tartarus by Atlas.

Next, Small Bob is the last surviving tiger from the Smithsonian Museum. I can’t recall the exact number that were created. Maybe 4? Anyways, if we’re assuming what we did earlier, we know they were all sent to Tartarus. So, what happened to them. Did they actually die in Tartarus? Were they just separated? The wiki doesn’t say.

Since it’s unlikely that Small Bob was the only one to survive. I am going to assume that they were just separated and no one truly knows how many survived.

Thirdly, Small Bob has 2 forms. A small, kitten form as I’ll call it, and a second large, tiger form. His kitten form, I’m assuming, is likely what everyone writes when they write Small Bob. A kitten who isn’t that strong, who is just a baby. His second form is actually something I barely recalled, if at all. It’s his attack form. He’s large, strong, not as cuddly as his tiny self is.

It’s very interesting to realize that people don’t remember or don’t prefer this large, tiger form. Because then you realize, because so many people don’t mention it or talk about it, I almost forgot it existed.

And for the final segment of the Wiki, we’re going to talk about Small Bob’s unknown ending. The wiki says that it’s unknown what happened to the saber-tooth. He could have died. Like the person who wrote this Wiki Page said. Tartarus could have destroyed them for ruining Gaea’s attempt at World Domination.

In reality, people who include Small Bob in work taking place after Tartarus are taking creative liberties. Which I fully support. I hate the idea that Small Bob died, even if it’s the most logical idea. I would love for someone to write a fic about Small Bob. Or to even include Small Bob.

Small Bob has his own tag, which only has 20 works on it. I can’t wait to go through it later, but for now, I’m writing this… whatever it’s classified as.

I did want to get through more, but there isn’t much to begin with.

There’s a Tumblr tag and Pinterest tags. But going through both briefly, we can see that they’re not very popular. Occasionally a few get popular and widespread, but those are few and definitely not as popular as some other tags get regularly.

There was this one Tumblr post about Bob and Small Bob, where they reform and get to the surface, meeting with an old Percabeth couple. I can’t find it currently, but if I do I’ll link it. It brings up his 2nd form and is quite sweet.

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nanabrainrot · 4 years

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Okayokay,, ive been thinkindg about the things Arthur would write about on his journal and like imagine all the cute shit hed say about his s/o?? And imagine the f r e a k y very nsfw shit hed also say about them there im aksnndd

THE ONLY THING I THINK ABOUT these are now: headcanons

SFW!Journal Headcanons

• He writes about you as soon as he gets home from meeting you, he even tries really hard to draw a picture of you to keep you in his memory, albeit it crude and “does you no justice,” according to himself. He writes about your hair length, the way your hair curled a bit from the rain, your cupid’s bow, the umbrella you were holding, you were borderline ethereal to him. A lot of it had to do with how nice you were to him upon meeting him as a stranger; Gotham was full of unkind people that never failed to harass him daily. You, however, were not only kind but attractive.

• You were naturally a chatterbox, talking to strangers about the weather to individuals who looked generally harmless, opting to say hello to old women and passing youth, and that included Arthur when you met in the elevator in your new building: his building. You noted the rain as you wrapped up a compact umbrella, unlocking your mailbox adjacent to his, which was full of letters from who or wherever while his looked lonely as an empty home. He decides you are the only good person in Gotham. The crush is almost immediate.

• The next few times you meet, you intitiate conversation as usual, unlocking your little mailbox, fidgeting with your gloves forever and clumsily dropping things from your pockets. He grows confident to start intiating conversation with you after some time, saying hello and complimenting your new raincoat. He pinpoints every topic in his journal. He eventually makes a timeline about when you two talked and about what, important things you mentioned about yourself, and what you were wearing, usually next to a strange sketch of you wearing that outfit. Sometimes, he’d write what he imagined you to be wearing underneath it. On many pages, there was your first name with “Fleck” following after it and cut out engagement rings that cost four times his rent (amythyst rings since you mentioned how much you enjoyed the color).

• He has a list of things you mentioned you liked, compiling things into categories like foods, restaurants, hang-out spots, shopping areas, and more. If you, in a faraway fantasy, ever wanted to let him take you on a date, he’d fantasize about reserving a little booth in your favorite sushi restaurant and treating you to something you’d genuinely enjoy. Arthur wants to make you happy. You don’t notice, too busy conversating with the service and clerks, that Arthur sometimes happens to also get coffee at 6am in the café shoppe some ways away from your shared building and even if you did, your kindness would tell you a man with a yellow coat had almost exactly the same schedule and regular spots as you, not farfetched at all.

• When you struggle with some groceries, he helps you and enters your apartment, which you tried very hard to spiffy up despite the cheap, worn building, putting out nice, obviously new matching furniture and the newest TV you won in a sweepstakes recently (“Luvs taking chanzes & oportunatees!!!” He wrote in his “what I like abowt them” category next to a plethora of hearts). He drank in your neatness and the obvious scent of your subtle body mist in the apartment. You invite him to stay for a cup of coffee and a snack as a thank you.

He writes that he thinks he loves you in his journal that night.

• After the two of you make it official, after some time beating around the bush, trying to decipher who would ask the other to make it official first, every single page has a mention of you. Some of the pages are even full of just content of you, some of dreams about you, some stories about a vacation he’d want to go on with you one day, and just thoughts and observations about you. You are his first shot at love and his first shot at genuine happiness; he’s a bit obsessed with you if anything in an odd and endearing way. Out of respect, you don’t inquire about his journal and refuse to sift through it. You think his creative outlet is adorable and gift him with pens and stickers to decorate his Joke Book with and the next day, it’s covered in the silly animal stickers you got him.

NSFW!Journal Headcanons

• The day he meets you fantasizes about you. There are pornographic cutouts from magazines with various sex positions, a number of them accumulated on a page called “what id do with her,” sticky with glue stick remnants and a number of couples making love. He even goes so far as to masturbate to the thought of you the night he met you, driving him further into his desires.

• As you two grew closer as acquaintances, he begins to write stories about you, about him walking into his apartment to find you wanton, pleading for his love and affections, for his eternal devotion. There are pictures of numerous expensive lingerie numbers glued next to it, under various titles such as “our 1st time,” “our weding nite,” and so on. You are a walking trial of lust to him. By this point, he strokes himself to the thought of you nightly, sometimes more than once, just to push the ache away, only for the feeling to come crawling back.

• When the two of you get together as a couple, you don’t inch toward the journal out of respect for him. You recall a diary you had when you were young that your father sifted through, the thought of someone reading your inner workings drove you mad, but, if the journal was open, you’d sometimes read a snippet. When you read one of his fantasies about you, you blushed bright red and did your best not to bring it up. It was endearing he thought of you that way but you weren’t in the right headspace to share your body with him; you were traditional in a sense.

• However, when you two grow intimate, you sneak one of his dirty scenarios in, the one where he imagined you waking him up to the sight of you with a mouthful of his cock, before a particularly lengthy shift, start his morning off right. Still a beginner, as soon he saw it, he came all over your face. He was vaguely embarrassed and smiled shyly as you grinned back cheekily, dressed up for work and chimed a sweet, “Have a good day at work, dear.” When you leave a minute later, after wiping the cum from your face and putting your shoes on, he’s still sitting there, wondering if you’re a figment of his imagination months later, after all, everything you do is almost a dream to him.

#arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck #arthur fleck x you #Joker (2019)#arthur fleck imagine #arthur fleck scenario #arthur fleck headcanons #nana writes

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steves-on-a-plane · 4 years

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The Big Day

Words: 2053 Reader Insert: Dad!Bruce Banner & Daughter!Reader Featuring: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff. Request: “Can you write something cute with single dad Bruce Banner where the reader (his daughter) is getting married and is like the honorary niece of Tony, Steve, Clint, and Thor, and Bruce, Tony, Steve, Clint, and Thor give speeches and take turns dancing with her at the wedding? It takes place between the events of The Avengers and Age of Ultron.” -Anon Summary: It’s the day of her father’s wedding and Reader is less than thrilled about it. She’s worried that with the addition of her her stepmother, she’ll lose the rest of her found family, including her four favorite uncles. Author’s Note: might do a part 2 on this one, I really liked the idea and it started to run away on me.

I could just stay up here. You thought to yourself. No one would notice me missing. Especially not today. You looked at yourself in your bedroom mirror. You supposed you looked alright. They’d hired someone to do your hair and some light make-up so that you’d fit in with the rest of the wedding party. Your plum colored Junior Bridesmaid dress was actually pretty comfortable, and it had pockets. Still you wish you didn’t have to wear it.

You crossed the room to look out the window. It overlooked the backyard where the ceremony would be held in less than an hour. You couldn’t believe the wedding coordinator had been able to pull off a plum and chartreuse color scheme. You’d laughed when she had suggested such ridiculous colors. But Dad had loved it, so that meant you had to too. Team Banner had to stick together. That’s what he’d always told you.

It didn’t feel much like sticking together when he decided to change the roster without your permission. For as far back as you could remember it had been just you and your dad, Bruce Banner. Team Banner was small, but efficient. The Hulk showed up a few years ago, when you were around five. It really tore your dad up, he worried about hurting you all the time. So, you were always on your best behavior and tried to avoid making him upset whenever possible. Things got easier three years ago when your Dad met the Avengers.

You were twelve then, the only kid running around with the team. Since Dad was a single parent that meant you got dragged to SHIELD HQ a lot for meetings and events. You tried to keep yourself busy by reading books or playing handheld games. You wanted to make things as easy on Dad as possible. Eventually you got to know the team and they’d offer to watch you any time Bruce needed it.

Sometimes it was something small like taking you out for ice cream while Dad worked in the lab or helping you with your homework by explaining long division just one more time. Other times it was letting you stay over for the weekend while he was away on a mission. They weren’t blood relatives, but they were family. You weren’t ready for all of that to just disappear. There was a knock on the door. You moved away from the window and sighed. Here we go.

“I was beginning to worry my date was standing me up!” Steve Rogers commented when you opened the door.

“Sorry Uncle Steve. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” You apologized.

“I get it.” Steve nodded. “A lot’s going to change after today. It’s okay if you need to take a minute.”

“Dad needs everything to run smoothly.” You told him. “I promised him we wouldn’t be late.”

“Then we’d better get a move on.” Uncle Steve offered you his elbow and you walked downstairs together. He led you into the kitchen where your Dad, Tony Stark, Thor and Clint Barton where waiting.

They were all practically talking over each other when you and Steve entered the room. Uncle Tony’s tie was still undone, though he’d at least tossed the piece of fabric over his neck. Thor wasn’t wearing a tie, or his jacket and his sleeves were rolled up past his elbows. Only Uncle Clint seemed to be fully dressed for the occasion. His shoes were shined, his tie tied and his jacket fastened at the waist.

“Does this look crooked to you?” Your dad asked Clint. He tugged nervously at his own tie.

“Young Lady Banner!” Thor was the first to notice you. He greeted you with his booming voice before encircling you in his arms. “You look beautiful [Y/N]!” He appraised when he released his hold on you. “You shall make a fine bride yourself, soon!”

“Thor, she’s fifteen!” Clint commented as he straightened your father’s tie. "Give her at least another year before you try to trade our girl off for some goats.”

“Barton our [Y/N] is worth far more than a few puny goats!” Thor huffed.

“You’re both out of your mind.” Uncle Tony laughed. “[Y/N] and I already agreed that she’s never getting married. She’s dedicating her life to science and the pursuit of knowledge.”

“I don’t remember ever agreeing to this…” You disagreed.

“Well you did.” He assured you. “You were seven at the time, but I haven’t forgotten.”

“Tony the ceremony is supposed to start in fifteen minutes. Do you need help with your tie?” Uncle Steve offered, diverting the attention away from you.

“Well, how do I look?” Dad asked you. You thought about telling him that he looked awful and that everything looked awful, but that wouldn’t stop the day from happening. It would only hurt his feelings.

“Handsome as ever.” You told him. Tony swatted Steve’s hand away and began tying his tie. Steve and Clint both turned their attention to Thor, who seemed adamant that a jacket was not necessary. While everyone else was distracted your dad moved to stand beside you.

“So the big day is finally here.” He said.

“Yup.” You nodded, still watching Clint and Steve struggle with Thor.

“I just wanted to say thank you, for being so good about everything.” He commented. You looked away from the show in front of you and up at your dad. “Things have never been easy for us, but I know it’s been really hard the last few months. I was away on that month-long mission, then all the wedding planning stuff was taking up a lot of time…” He paused to sigh.

“It’s okay, Dad.” You touched his arm, trying to assure him. “You’ve always been there when it was important. This was just an adjustment period. It was temporary.”

“Sometimes I feel like you’re the parent and I’m the kid.” He laughed. “I wanted to get you something anyway. Just something small to say thanks for hanging in there with me.” From his suit jacket pocket, he removed a small purple velvet box. He handed it to you. “Go on, open it.”

You accepted the small box and opened it. Inside was a necklace. The chain was silver, and the pendant was a series of small amethysts set in a silver crescent moon. It was beautiful. With his help you put the necklace on immediately.

“You like it then?” He asked worriedly.

“I love it, Dad!” You promised before hugging him.

“I’m glad.” He hugged you back. “I’m sorry we have to leave you to stay with Uncle Tony for two weeks while Betty and I are on our honeymoon, but the good news is once we’re back, we’ll be able to spend lots of time together and you’ll get a well-deserved break from your uncles.”

You wanted to tell him that you didn’t want a break from your uncles. That over the years you’d grown used to the sort of organized chaos they seemed to always bring with them. Sure, they were rowdy, and a little unpolished, but they loved you and you loved them. You didn’t want the fact that your dad was married to impact your ability to be with the rest of your family.

“You boys ready to get this show on the road?” Everyone looked upwards to see Natasha Romanoff calling down impatiently from a nearby staircase. She sauntered down the stairs and was followed by two more Bridesmaids; Betty’s sister and her childhood best friend.

“Why the long face, Lil’ Banner?” An hour had passed since your father was officially married. They were now legally Dr. Bruce and Mrs. Betty Banner.

The happy couple sat at a small table for two surrounded by everyone else. All the other tables were large and round, seating no more than eight people per table. You were of course seated at the wedding party table. The seating arrangement of which had been carefully charted by Betty and the Wedding Planner. As Best Man and Maid of Honor, Uncle Tony and Betty’s sister sat together. Betty’s best friend and Uncle Thor were next to them. Followed by Aunt Nat and Uncle Clint. You were sat between Uncle Steve and Uncle Tony. It was the latter, who had leaned over to ask you what was wrong.

“No reason.” You lied. You continued to push potatoes around in your soup.

“C’mon, you think I can’t tell when you’re upset? You may have fooled your old man, but not me. Your Uncle Tony wrote the book on pent up teenage aggression.” He told you. “Are you upset about having to stay with me for two weeks?”

“No, that’s not it!” You assured him. “I love the tower and I love hanging out with you! You’re the only one who lets me have dessert for dinner.” You glared down at your soup, even less hungry than you were before. “Now that dad’s married, I won’t be around the tower as much.”

“Why not?” Tony asked. “Your dad getting married doesn’t mean that things have to change between us.”

“But it’s going to.” You huffed. “He already told me I’ll be spending less time with you guys and more time with Betty.”

“Did you tell him how you feel?” Tony asked.

“No. Team Banner has to stick together.” You mumbled. “I don’t want him to think I just don’t like her.” Tony looked like wanted to say more, but the wedding planner had come over and handed him a microphone to let him know it was time for his speech.

“Be right back.” He told you with a pat on the shoulder.

“Big surprise, there’s a party and I’ve got a microphone!” Was the first thing Tony said to the crowd. This of course earned a supportive laugh from everyone. “But for once, this speech is not about me. Today, we not just celebrating the marriage of Bruce and Betty. Today we also celebrate the joining of two families. As many of you know, Betty’s parents and sister are here, even her great grandmother was able to make the trip. Some of you may even recognize Bruce’s daughter, [Y/N].” You looked up at the mention of your name and gave an awkward half-wave to the other guests.

“But what you may not know,” Tony turned to look at Betty. “Is that you’re also gaining another sister and four brothers. Because they Avengers are a family too. We argue like families do, but we have each other’s backs like family too. There’s been plenty of family dinners around the long meeting table at the tower. Uncle Clint taught [Y/N] how to ride a bike, and she taught Uncle Steve how to send GIFs on his cellphone.” Tony paused for laugher, which the crowd easily offered up. “So let’s all raise a glass, and let me be the first to say, ‘Welcome to the family Betty’!”

The meal continued while Betty’s sister gave the next speech. Then your Dad and Betty each said a few words and before you knew it, they were doing their first dance. Waiters were clearing the dishes from tables while the DJ invited everyone else to join the newlyweds on the dance floor.

“I know you might not be feeling up to it, but you’d be doing me a great favor if you joined me in a dance.” Steve told you as he offered your hand out. “Can’t have people thinking that even my own date wont dance with me.” He smirked.

“You care too much about what other people think of you, Uncle Steve.” You told him, before accepting his hand and letting him lead you to the dance floor.

“You know, I heard what you were saying to Uncle Tony earlier.” He told you. “You should spend some time with Betty and give her a chance to get to know you. I’m sure that’s what your father meant by what he said. And making room for her in your life doesn’t mean you’re losing any of us. Who else would I get to watch movies with me on Saturday nights? Which reminds me, we’re still on to watch Jaws tonight when your dad drops you off at the tower right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it Uncle Steve.” You promised.

#Bruce Banner #Dad!Bruce Banner #Avengers #Avengers FF #Avengers Fan Fiction #Avengers Fan Fic #multiavengers #Uncle!Tony #Uncle!Steve

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Umbrella Academy Rewatch 1x03

1x01 1x02

Right then. So the hunt is on for determining the identity of the glass eye’s owner, which is imperative to stop the approaching apocalypse. And what exactly did Allison see in the security footage?

Well, this episode really starts off with dumping on Vanya. First by showing the point in time when she wrote her autobiography about how she was always ostracized by the family for being ordinary and not having any specially powers. Not to mention how, after Ben’s death, the family started to drift apart, to the point when they were little more than people simply living under the same roof. We also see each of her siblings reading her book. But it doesn’t seem like Reginald read it himself and simply placed it up on his bookshelf. After that flashback, we see her arrive late to her orchestra rehearsal. After the rehearsal, Vanya complements one of her fellow violin players, Helen Cho, who holds the violin first chair. Which, I guess, is the highest position in the violin section. Helen, however, decides to remind Vanya that she has been placed in third chair for quite a while now. She states that it doesn’t really matter how hard Vanya practices the violin, as she doesn’t seem to have the necessary skill to go far. Helen goes on to suggest that Vanya think about finding something else that she can be passionate about. While it could be argued that Helen was being unnecessary harsh to Vanya, I also kinda feel that perhaps Helen was trying to be helpful here. Considering we saw that Young Vanya was often left to practice the violin, is playing the violin something she actually wants to do in her heart of hearts, or is she just doing it because this is something Reginald had her do?

Back at the Hargreeves household, Luther and Allison review the security footage that Allison uncovered. It shows Grace, their robot mother, seemingly giving Reginald poisoned tea, as he appeared to have died moments after she walked away from his bedside. This is clearly confusing to them, as they did not believe Grace was capable of doing something like this. When they question her about it, she doesn’t seem to have any memory of anything, simply making them a breakfast of eggs and bacon and continuing to act like a Stepford Wife. Although, she seems to be on the verge of saying something for a moment before she stops herself and seems to forget about whatever it was she was going to say.

Elsewhere, Detective Patch is investigating the crime scene at the department store where Hazel and Cha-Cha attempted to shoot Number 5. Despite his previous warning, Diego is also there. Together, they determine the bullets that had been fired were a style of bullets that hadn’t been manufactured since 1963, which is most peculiar. Detective Patch mentions she found similar casings when she found the body of the tow truck driver. Clearly, Hazel and Cha-Cha are not just ordinary hit men.

Speaking of Hazel and Cha-Cha, they’ve returned to their motel room. Somehow, they receive a message from their employer from a pneumatic chute that appears in the wall almost magically. The message informs them that, since they failed to kill Number 5, they’re facing a 7% pay decrease, with further decreases for every day they fail to complete their job. As you might expect, Hazel is not very happy with this news. Although, there’s still no clear indication why they’ve been sent to kill Number 5.

At the present time, Number 5, after patching up the wounds he’d received from last episode’s shoot-out, heads off to continue his quest to discover the identity of the glass eye’s owner. As he heads out, he has a brief interaction with Klaus, who is currently rooting through the dumpster trying to locate the papers and journal he threw out, so he can return them to Reginald's office. (Although Ben’s ghost, who appears to have attached himself to Klaus’ side on account of the fact that Klaus is the only one who can actually see him, is clearly getting bored and suggests seeing a movie instead.) Number 5 starts staking out the prosthetic limb company, knowing that it’s only a matter of time before the glass eye in his possession gets made in the present day. And when it does, he’ll be one step closer in determine who might be responsible for the approaching end of the world. As he sits and watches from a plumber's van he acquired somehow, Number 5 pulls Deloris out from a duffel bag, allowing his mannequin girlfriend to keep him company as he watches.

Back with Luther and Allison, they discuss the matter of Grace and her possible connection to Reginald’s death. Luther believes that she might be hiding something, but Allison disagrees, stating that this is their mother they’re talking about, and she was clearly confused. She goes on to say that Grace can’t be blamed for losing it a bit, since they all moved out of the house and left her alone,to spend the past 13 years in the mansion without any of her kids. Right away, Luther picks up on the fact that Allison is clearly projecting her own feelings about herself and her daughter, Claire. He asks her what exactly happened between Allison and her family. Allison says she’d rather not discuss it, but admits that things went sour between her and her ex-husband, Patrick, and now she has to take some court-mandated therapy sessions before she’s allowed visitation rights to Claire. She also confesses she used her power on Claire, who had a few ‘epic meltdowns’ at the age of three.

Elsewhere, Vanya ends up stopping by the shop where Leonard said he worked. It turns out he works at an antique store. They talk for a bit, and Leonard ends up giving her a carving he made for her. He proceeds to ask her out to dinner, and Vanya ends up accepting the invite, as she’s developing a liking for him. Their conversation is then interrupted when Allison happens to shows up. It turns out that they’re having a family meeting back at the mansion. Vanya is a bit taken aback by the fact that she’s being included in the meeting, and Leonard, taking the hint, heads off, stating that they’ll have to rain check their dinner date. After Leonard leaves, Allison apologizes to Vanya for the things she said yesterday, saying she shouldn’t have taken her frustrations over Patrick out on her sister.

Number 5′s stakeout likewise ends up being interrupted by the sudden appearance of Luther and Klaus. They also came around to get Number 5 to join the family meeting, but Number 5 refuses, insisting that what he’s doing is far more important than whatever it is they’re discussing. Although, he refuses to explain his mission to Luther. Luther criticizes him for his attitude, accusing Number 5 of believing that he’s better than the rest of them. Number 5 refutes this by stating he IS better then his siblings. In the end, Number 5 refuses to return to the mansion with his brothers. And Klaus ends up getting chased by a security guard for stealing food from a convenience store, which exasperates Luther and Number 5.

We then cut back to Griddy’s Donuts, where Hazel ends up striking up a conversation with Agnes. They seemingly begin to bond over their shared love of doughnuts. Unfortunately, the cute moment is brought to a halt when Cha-Cha returns from the bathroom and Hazel has to get back into business mode. They question Agnes about Number 5, and Agnes lets slip that she noticed the umbrella tattoo on Number 5′s wrist, which is something all the Harvrgreees Siblings had been given on Reginald's orders, as a way to identify themselves.

Back at the Umbrella Academy, the Hargreeves Siblings, minus Number 5, watch the security footage of Grace and Reginald. Diego points out that it would have shown up on the autopsy report if Reginald had been poisoned. He then explains that they’re not looking at the footage close enough. What the footage is actually showing is that Grace was taking Reginald’s monocle from him in order to clean it, which is why it was missing. Diego goes on to explain that he knew all of this because he took the monocle from Grace after the funeral and proceeded to throw it out. He did this because he knew that Luther would go ballistic if he’d found the monocle in Grace’s possession. Which, yeah, does make sense. But at the same time, come on, Diego! You couldn’t have mentioned something about it earlier?

Thankfully, Vanya steps in before another fist fight could break out. However, Luther still suggests that they switch Grace off, since the fact that she didn’t do anything upon seeing Reginald dying could mean her programming has become faulty. Allison agrees with Luther, but Diego votes against this, since Grace is their mother and not just a vacuum cleaner they can shove in a closet. Vanya votes in favor of Diego, and so does Klaus, though this is mostly due to the fact that he’s still mad at Luther for unceremoniously kicking him out of the van while they were talking with Number 5. (Klaus also insists that Ben would agree with him if he were there, but Ben’s ghost contradicts this, leading to an amusing response from Klaus.) So it looks like it’s three against two in favor or not shutting Grace down. But Allison points out that Number 5 isn’t there to vote. And until he can do so, the final decision cannot be made. And so the Hargreeves Siblings depart. Except for Diego and Vanya, who continue to discuss Grace. Grace wonders how much of Grace was actually Reginald, since he was the one who programmed her to be their mother. Diego insists that might have been true at first, but he believes Grace evolved past her programming, since Reginald only loved himself. Unbeknownst to them, Pogo has been watching the whole thing from the upper floor.

We then get a brief flashback of a moment when the Hargreeves Siblings were heading out on another mission, as Grace moved through the halls to check up on each of them in turn, and help them out when needed. Such as helping Young Ben with his uniform’s zipper and bringing Young Allison her mask. As well as give us one of the only acceptable uses of the phase ‘boys will be boys’ when we see Young Klaus has seemingly started a fire in his bedroom. During this sequence, we learn that Diego used to have a stuttering problem that Grace would help him overcome.

Later on that evening, Diego approaches Grace to ask her why she did all that stuff for them as kids. It seems that, despite his earlier confidence to the contrary, Vanya’s words have sank in, and he’s wondering if perhaps the things she said really was just a result of Reginald’s programming. To test this, I guess, he asks her if she ever hated the man, considering he treated her worse than any of them, to the point where she wasn’t even given a room to sleep in. (Though that begs the question as to whether or not a robot needed to sleep in the first place, but I guess that’s neither here nor there.) Grace remains ever blissful, saying that Reginald was a wonderful and brilliant man who brought a lot of good to the world. However, this just ends up angering Diego. He demands that Grace stop trying to defend Reginald, stating that the man only viewed the Hargreeves Siblings as test subjects in an experiment. In spite of his angry words, Grace’s tune doesn’t change in the slightest.

Meanwhile, Number 5 is still at his stakeout. As such, he observes Mr. Biggs approaching a car parked out in the lot and seemingly passing the occupants a suitcase in exchange for brown envelope. But there’s no current explanation for that.

Back at the mansion, Hazel and Cha-Cha have tracked Number 5 down to the old house and they break in. They proceed to search the premises, walking right past the bathroom where Klaus is taking a bath while listening to his headphones in an attempt to block out the anguished wails of the dead. However, they are discovered by Diego, and a fight breaks out, with Hazel and Cha-Cha firing their guns at him. Luther and Allison, who were upstairs discussing the time Luther spent on the moon, hear the commotion and come down to investigate. And matters become more complected when Vanya shows up, walking right into Hazel. Thankfully, she isn't harmed too badly, as Luther comes to her rescue. While Luther takes care of him, Diego and Allison take on Cha-Cha. Cue a prolonged fight scene as Sinnerman by Nina Simone plays over the scene. (And those are some REALLY impressive headphones Klaus is using, as he cannot hear any of the gunshots, or even Ben’s ghost calling for his attention.)

In the end, Hazel and Cha-Cha are driven off, but a chandelier ends up falling onto Luther. This results in the reveal that Luther’s body has been mutated to that of a large ape. Which explains why he was so much taller and burlier than his siblings remembered him. With his secret revealed, Luther retreats upstairs, no doubt ashamed of his appearance.

In the aftermath of the battle, Diego notices Grace is sitting calmly upstairs, sewing away on her needlework. He goes up to check up on her, to make sure she wasn’t harmed by any of the flying bullets. In doing so, he discovers Grace didn’t even notice the commotion. What’s more, she doesn’t even seem to realize she’s sewing right through her own hand. This causes him to accept the fact that Grace is indeed malfunctioning. And so, he reluctantly switches her off. When the deed is done, he lashes out at Vanya for being there, insisting she’s a liability and she could have gotten them killed. Vanya, understandably, is hurt by this and leaves. She ends up going to Leonard’s place, seeking comfort, and he lets her inside.

As the episode wraps up, Cha-Cha returns to the motel to see Hazel had already made it back there and had proceeded to kick back and relax. She berates him for disappearing on her, only for him to casually state he figured they were just going to regroup back there, anyway. She then bemoans that the evening was a total loss. But Hazel disagrees with that statement. And the episode ends with him revealing that, amidst the confusion back at the Umbrella Academy, he’d successfully abducted Klaus, who is bound and gagged in the trunk of their car.

Closing observations/questions:

Looks like Diego has mommy issues to go with Luther’s daddy issues.

What exactly was Grace about to say before she stopped herself at the start of the episode?

The Hargreeves Siblings need to stop venting their anger out on each other and remember that they’re a family.

What caused Luther to become a literal ape man?

Who exactly are Hazel and Cha-Cha? And why are they after Number 5?

#umbrella academy #umbrella academy 1x03

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touchingoldmagic · 4 years

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Comic Review

Today Issue Two landed! I liked most of this issue more than I liked Issue One, but I'm kinda biased because Ray is my favorite...

Here's my review of the issue. As always, under the cut is all teh spoilers, so venture at your own risk.

With Issue Two, the comic cements its feel of a collection of snippets, rather than one solid storyline. Ray's issue isn't really any sort of continuation of the story we were being told in Winston's issue. (Poe is safe!) It's still following the plot of the guys being interviewed for a book, but the interviews jump around to different subjects.

It makes sense, really. With the new movie opening soon, IDW no doubt wanted a storyline that new readers could jump in without worrying about all the convoluted plots and comic-only characters that make up the IDW canon so far. Year One is a great jumping in point for new readers, since it only concerns itself with the first movie. And in fact, anyone could pick up Issue 2 without having read Issue 1 first, and that will probably be true of #3 and #4 as well.

Just like with Issue One, we begin the story with a page of interviews between movie characters and Rebecca, the writer preparing to write a book about the GB's.

I laughed so hard at Dana here.

I kinda feel, though, that we didn't need more of these interviews? It was a good set-up to start the mini-series off and establish that these are interviews between characters, but if it's going to be the first page or two of all four issues, that's a lot of pages we could have used for actual story.

On the other hand, it sets up for some good jokes. One of Peter's students drops a reference to Animal House, the first movie Harold Ramis ever wrote. That cracked me up.

Even more so than with Winston's issue, Ray's issue feels like a bunch of brief reaction scenes, reflecting on things that were mentioned in the movie. The next page has Ray talking to Rebecca about witnessing a mass sponge migration, which of course is a line from the movie.

It's interesting that the comic writers took a different twist on the line than I think most do. While to me it seems that Ray is implying to Peter in the movie that the sponges had some sort of paranormal reason for moving, here in the comic Ray's explanation to Rebecca is more like he was just using his observation of the sponges to explain how he's fascinated with things in life/nature that have no known explanation.

Rebecca isn't interested and asks him instead how he met Egon and Peter. That leads to the next two pages, which is a flashback to Peter introducing Ray to Egon (again, this is just a reference to a line in the movie, where Peter says he introduced the two of them).

Okay but this is HILARIOUS and it's my favorite part of the issue. Because Egon, Peter, and Ray HAVE 70's HAIR. It's big and has volume and is AMAZING. I'm in love. (Also Egon is wearing a 4th Doctor scarf and I am also in love with that.) Also it's snowing and the art is just so pretty!

To be honest, though, the scene with them meeting felt a little bland to me. But I don't think that's a fault of the comic. I've read a lot of GB fanfics, and many fic authors have done their own version of the "meeting in college" scene. So I've just seen it so many times already, in a way. This one didn't stand out, it felt like any fanfic I've read before. (That's not an insult to the comic, I've read a lot of really awesome GB fanfics.)

Although I do admit I got a chuckle out of the dialog. Egon says he met Peter in a woman's studies class, due to a scheduling mistake, and Peter convinced him to stay in it to learn to be more comfortable with people. (Of course, the joke is that Peter would only take a women's studies class to meet woman.)

Great lines: Rebecca: Though they glossed over where you got the nuclear material for your proton packs... Ray: Uh, we actually had that left over from a previously approved experiment.

So then after the flashback we jump to Ray's recounting of the library situation. There's a few pages of Dan re-drawing screenshots directly from the library scene, including where the ghost transforms. I don't know why, but this recounting didn't bother me as much as it did with Winston's issue, even though there's more of it here than in Issue One. Maybe it's because Ray's my fave character, so I'm enjoying it more, or maybe it's just more obvious that this issue is more of a "clip show" than Winston's was. Either way, I'm still enjoying it.

Ray is about to turn the interview onto another topic, but Rebecca asks him if they ever went back to deal with the librarian ghost. We jump to another flashback, a point where Winston is already with the team. The library administrator shows up at the firehouse and asks for their help, saying the ghost is getting worse. Ray agrees to resolve the issue for free considering their history with the library. Peter: You didn't even negotiate, Ray. Ray: I didn't? Wow. Amazing how annoying that is, isn't it? Winston: Do I even want to know what they're fighting about? Egon: I usually find it's better to not.

The scene that follows is, I think, a loving homage to the GB Video Game, which has a whole level of the guys trying to bust the librarian ghost. We get a lot of references to the game: the ghost runs off and hides, a bunch of books become flying creatures that try to attack the guys, and the ghost's name is Eleanor Twitty.

(Interesting to note, I think there's also an easter egg reference to Afterlife in this scene. Winston asks if they have something like a duck call, that would bring the ghosts to them. Egon says they never needed one before. We know from the Afterlife toys that a similar invention, the Ghost Whistle, will be a part of the new movie.)

So they don't want to just start blasting because the books in the library are irreplaceable. This is like the rare instance where the guys are really concerned with collateral damage. It's refreshing! Especially since it's books, which are near and dear to my own heart.

Ray thinks to hold up a rare one-of-a-kind book and threatens to blast it to bits if the ghost doesn't come forward (though later he tells Rebecca he was just lying and that wasn't what he was holding).

It works and the ghost appears, and they snag and trap her, leaving the library a mess but mostly undamaged.

Peter: -to the trap- All you had to do was make polite conversation a few months back, this whole thing could've gone a whole different way. Winston: I don't think you need to taunt them when they're trapped, man. Peter: Sure you do! Ghosts have ears everywhere. This'll strike fear in their hearts.

The last page wraps up the interview. Ray tells Rebecca he was glad they didn't damage the library books, and that the administrator sold him some of the library's occult collection. He thinks about opening an occult library of his own someday, and Rebecca says he should make it a bookstore instead. This, of course, being another reference, this time to the second movie.

(Btw, Ray wore a bowtie during this interview and it's super adorable.)

So basically everything in this issue was just extrapolating on different scenes from the movie, but I still really liked it. It felt like Issue One covered Winston's feelings a little more than this issue delved into Ray's, but I liked the little interactions between Ray and Peter, and Ray meeting Egon. I wish we had more of that.

Next issue is Peter's issue, and I'm curious how much Dana is going to be a part of it! He has her photo hanging in his locker in this issue, which is really cute but weirdly high-school-ish. Somehow, that fits Peter lol.

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters comics #comic review #ghostbusters idw #idw comics #ghostbusters year one #ray stantz #dan schoening #dan schoening art #erik burnham #luis antonio delgado

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maybe-mythical · 4 years

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Bleak Creek Conversations NYC

WARNING: THIS POST TALKS IN DEPTH ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED IN THE BLEAK CREEK CONVERSATIONS AND THE BLEAK CREEK DOCUMENTARY

ALRIGHTY so here I go trying to recall as much as I can from last night. It was an incredible experience to get to go and see our boys and even though I didn’t do meet and greet, I was just so happy to share that experience with them. They had had a LONG day - doing a radio show and The Tonight Show beforehand, but their energy never waned, their love for what they do and the mythical beasts consistently shone through, and it was so amazing to see them coming down from such a high together. (Also - it made me feel justified in all the post-major event smutty headcanons we all seem so share)

This may be a lot so...

First of all - the venue. It was right in Times Square - on 43rd street in the theater district. It was really cool to see them essentially on Broadway (Beautiful: The Carole King Story is right across the street). Seating was typical for these theaters - kind of small and uncomfortable but nothing crazy. Loved the stadium seating because even though I was a bit far back (what up, row Q!) I could still see the stage very clearly. Books and small playbill-ish pamphlets were given out at the beginning and everything was all set up. One of the slides that played showed a twitter hashtag that you could use to ask the boys a question that might be used in the show. I’m shy and didn’t but it seemed like a decent amount did!

Town Hall itself is a smaller theater and the merch booth was tucked away in a corner and lines were INSANE. I didn’t even bother trying because things like that stress me out. Also, the only thing they said was a tour exclusive was the hat and I didn’t care for that too much. LOVE the sweatshirt and I will definitely be getting that once they’re selling it in their store.

They walked on stage and the crowd collectively (and understandably) freaked OUT! I mean it was our boys, right in front of us, looking dashing as hell coming from Fallon. There was cheering, a collective swoon, just everything at once. Rhett’s hair was incredible, so long and textured. I really wanted to run up there and run my hands through it, but we know our jealous boy Link wouldn’t love that. In the beginning they just talked about how excited they were for the book and how proud they are that it’s real and out there for everyone to experience. They were impressed that people had already finished reading it and that they were really excited to see all the feedback on twitter/the internet. They kept giving each other looks and smiles the whole intro and my heart just exploded at how proud they were of themselves and each other. There were so many small moments and jokes and innuendo (including Link saying “hard on” thrice). Too many moments to name!

The show pretty much went on with the following pattern: excerpt, documentary clip, Q&A from the twitter hashtag from before, repeat. It was pretty awesome to see and hear and watch them go back and forth in so many different contexts. A particularly funny moment was when the screen first went dark to show the beginning of the documentary, the lights went off above Link, but not Rhett, so he was just sitting there, fully lit up, trying to pretend like he wasn’t. We all just kept chuckling and were distracted from the beginning! It was great though. The first section they talked about on the doc was playing Testikill and they showed them playing it in Rhett’s old bedroom. Then, they read an except from the book of Rex and Lief playing the same game. I recorded most of that (unfortunately I got a phone call during because I forgot to put on do not disturb - so it’s in 2 parts)

Part 1: https://vimeo.com/369955016

Part 2: https://vimeo.com/369955535

Password: mythical

I kind of fell off with taking pictures and videos here because I was so immersed in everything else they were doing. Cliff notes from each section:

Q&A:

Someone asked about how much Rex and Lief was based on them personality trait wise. They talked about how the characters are definitely based on younger them, had been originally named Rhett and Link until it got annoying to say “I do this and then you do that”. They also shared how they think of it as shining light from their 40 year old selves onto their 14 year old selves, which was very sweet.

Someone on the balcony wrote that they dropped an m&m and if the person below them was ok. The seat seemingly below them was empty though. They assured us they would get medical attention if there was a person on the floor after the show.

Someone asked a question that I can’t remember and then wrote tokyo. There was indeed a large “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT” reaction.

Someone asked what their favorite chapters were. Link ate the question after Rhett’s egging on. I believe it was supposed to be Link interrupting Rhett and being indecisive about answering at first and then just being like “oh I’ll eat it!”. It was cute but felt maybe a little forced? Their favorite chapters though are 11 (Rhett) and 20 (Link)

I’m definitely missing questions but this is all I can remember!

Excerpts:

They read small parts from the prologue, testikill, polterdog, the tree, taking about defying authority, and the talking rocks. All of these parts were directly tied to portions of the documentary.

Documentary:

Polterdog was tied to a part of the doc when they talked about Tucker, Link’s childhood dog. They told the story about burying Tucker and having the small ceremony for him. They also talked about how it rained the next day and they jumped into the grave and even had the muddy pictured of Link to prove it (horrifying lmao).

For the section on the tree they showed them finding “The Tree” next to the creek. They originally looked for the tree, thought they found the tree and then promptly realized it was the wrong tree. It was pretty funny watching them stumble around and bicker while looking for something that was so significant in their childhood. They also talked about how several trees around were actually much bigger than their “The Tree” and how it was funny they never found those. I, personally, am still not convinced that it was the right tree.

When they talked about defying authority, they showed all the places where they got into mischief when they were younger. This included the air conditioner at their church, which Rhett had written “Rhett” into. Their childhood church where they showed how they used to pass notes back and forth and tried to make each other laugh. My favorite part was definitely when they had Stevie pretend to be Rhett’s 5th grade teacher who sat with the choir gave gave them dirty looks. They also showed where they threw rocks off the library?’s roof and tried (but never succeeded) at hitting cars. They showed where they climbed up, and of course there’s now a lock there.

The talking rocks. This one was a doozy. This was what they were ending the show with and boy was it a LOT. They went back to the talking rocks and basically uncovered them. They sat and talked back and forth (somewhat) following the rules of the rocks. They talked about how much they had accomplished. Link talked about how he couldn’t voice at 16 that he didn’t want his best friend to go and be a basketball player in college, he wanted him to make movies with him, but didn’t want to be so selfish as to say it. They talked about how the rocks are where they made their blood oath, where they promised to do something big together, something creative. They reflected on it and how they had accomplished it and did a “renewing of the oath” where they shook hands and talked about continuing to create together. There was a point where Rhett was on one knee and Link just said “What are you proposing to me?”. I sobbed then and I’m sobbing now remembering back to it. On stage they each got on a knee and shook hands. Ugh. If there were tears before there was even more now.

After that overwhelmingly emotional moment, they closed the show. They talked about how privileged they are to be able to have the platform to tell us their stories. That they really feel like this book is their passion and that they’ve put so much into it and are so honored to share it with us. They thanked all the mythical beasts, as they always do, and told us how much we mean to them. They were, simply put, mythical.

#bleak creek conversations #bleak creek nyc #bleak creek #bleak creak documentary #Rhett and Link #randl #bleak creek conversations spoilers #bleak creek documentary spoilers

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I split my fic rec list into two parts since it got so long. So, as promised, here is part 2! This is the canonverse/fantasy/random AUs. I always love me a good fantasy story but while compiling this list, I also realized that I definitely have a thing for werewolf and grounder Bellamy. It is what it is at this point lol.

Canonverse fics

-Darling, Just Hold My Hand by Killianslonghaul...N/R

a post-S4 fic where Clarke and Bellamy get together. Clarke gets a little sad that Bellamy doesn’t like PDA. Honestly, this is much angstier than I anticipated.

-I Have Been Homesick for You Since We Met by swishywillow....G

I have read this fic a thousand times since I first read it. I completely 100% cannot handle how cute this fic is. Do not read in public because you will giggle like a child. The 4 times Clarke sees Bellamy with a baby and the 1 time he sees her. Uncle!Bellamy. Featuring the most married platonic couple ever.

-Maybe This Time is Different by @griffinnblake...G

An alternate s5 story. Short but so fluffy that I can’t handle it. I had to plug my girl Lindsay’s fic. She’s such a talented writer!

- Love Will Come Through by monroeslittle ....M

When the ark comes down, it is split into two camps. Clarke has to go live with the other camp, where she meets most of the characters that were part of the delinquents. This has one of my fave tropes, an arranged marriage where love literally comes through. Bellarke at their prime. Stunningly written and perfectly in character. One of my absolute favorites. Also threads book and show characterization together.

-Love is Not a Whisper (or a Weakness) also by monroeslittle...M

An AU where the 100′s ship crashes in a tropical area. This was such a cool concept and so well done! Wells lives! Bellarke gets together (obviously)! And everyone is having babies.

-In My Dreams We Are Always Together by @andsowemeetagain...M

Oh lord, this one is chock full of my favorite tropes...grounder Bellamy, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, hothead Bellamy. So. Much. Angst. Clarke and the 100 come down and land in enemy territory. They make a deal with King Bellamy, which includes, you guessed it, an arranged Bellarke marriage! Features super amazing angsty smut.

-Just as You Are Mine by @prosciuttoe....M

A grounder!Bellamy, arranged marriage fic. God I love this fic so much! The characters are perfect, we get cute, drunk Clarke, protective Bellamy, and Bellarke slowly falling in love.

-Stars In the Water, Blood on Our Hands by @grumpybell...M

A grounder Bellamy AU. Clarke gets sent from the Ark to make sure that Earth’s inhabitants are peaceful and welcoming. Eventually, Bellarke falls in love. So much angst, so much cuteness!

-They Will See My Strength (in This Love I’ve Found) by glowinghorizons...T

Ark AU where Bellarke gets fake married to help each other out. Such a good fic!

-And Now You’re Home by asroarke...M

A grounder Bellamy fic where he is the one who Clarke finds instead of Madi after she gets left behind in praimfaya. An absolutely beautiful fic! It has all of my favorite tropes.

-Come Get a Hold of Me by @talistheintrovert...T

Clarke is overwhelmed by being back in civilization again after being alone with Madi for so long. Bellamy helps her through it.

-The Price of Peace by @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky...T

A spec fic of season 6 and honestly....looking back on it now, its not far off. Lets hope season 6 ends the same way. I DARE anyone who reads this to not cry at the ending. It is a bet you will lose. Also go read all of Lindsey’s fics because I literally always have tears in my eyes when reading them.

Fantasy/Random AUs

-The Fire is Coming by adelicatepeach.....T

A Pacific Rim AU that absolutely ripped my heart out and then put it back together. Clarke and Bellamy as Jaeger pilots who help each other heal.

-How To Save A Kingdom by @wellsjahasghost ....M

So this is actually a companion piece to the author’s other fic, How You Stay Alive. I haven’t gotten through that one completely yet but this companion piece is AMAZING. Bellamy and Clarke are soulmates and have to find each other in different lives. “Whether you fall in love again is up to you.” How To Save A Kingdom is just one of those lifetimes but it is absolutely beautiful.

-His Moon, His Light in the Darkness by @andsowemeetagain...E

An ACOTAR AU. Holy shit I think about this fic all the time! I’ve never read ACOTAR but I don’t even want to because it will NEVER measure up to this fic. Bellarke is HOT HOT HOT in this. Faerie!Bellamy and human!Clarke. Bellamy is king of the night court (uhh Bellamy wearing dark colors and looking ominously hot? I think YES) and Clarke is the human that wandered into the Faerie realm. Originally has a lot of Flarke but honestly paints Finn in such a terrible manner that I’m not even mad. Again, features some super amazing angsty smut.

-Don’t Look Back, You’re Not Going That Way. by @andsowemeetagain...M

Viking!Bellamy, Soulmate Bellarke. This fic honestly ruined me because of the angst. Features slight C/exa in the middle if you don’t like that. This fic is so hard to describe because I don’t want to give anything away. Once again, as the authors brand continues on, features amazing angsty smut.

(if you haven’t noticed, this author is one of my favorite fantasy writers)

-With a Mouthful of Thorns by @grumpybell ...T

A fantasy AU featuring human Clarke, fae Bellamy, werewolf Bellamy, and such amazing worldbuilding. I’m not sure if Erin based this off of anything but she paints such an amazingly detailed picture. One of my absolute favorite fics. I’m also plugging a few more of her fics because she gives me my werewolf Bellamy fix.

-Facing Tempests of Dust. by @grumpybell...M

Werewolf/grounder Bellamy comes to the 100′s camp but only Clarke knows he can switch from human to wolf. I LOVE this and Erin also wrote a few follow-up fics, Creatures of My Dreams Part I and part II where Bellarke has a baby (a part human, part wolf baby, of course)

(Ok anyway, now that I’ve dedicated half of this to recommending Erin’s fics, you guys should def just go read all of her stuff!)

-The Clockmaker (Fixer of Hearts) by MercuryM....T

OH. MY. GOD. This fic!! Soulmates AU where everyone has a compass watch where their dial is the same as their soulmate’s. Clarke’s dial always points north. Bet you can’t guess why :)

-I’ll Always Wear the Crown that You Gave Me by safeandsound13...M

Hooooo boy. So this is divided into 3 works but is 135k words total, which I’m pretty sure makes it longer than the first Lord of the Rings book? But its so worth it! A Hunger Games AU where Clarke is reaped and Bellamy is her mentor.

-I Was in the Middle Before I Knew That I Had Begun by Kacka...G

A regency AU where Clarke and Bellamy are in an arranged marriage. Like usual, they don’t like each other in the beginning but over time learn to respect and love each other. Everyone who knows me knows that I was searching for this fic for HOURS because its so good. I read this so long ago but I had to have it on here!

Disclaimer: all of these authors are AMAZING and you should def check all of their fics out!

Thank you guys for 600 followers! I love each and every one of you!

#fic recs #follower celebration #bellarke #bellarke fanfiction

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b, Book, and Me by Kim Sagwa; translated by Sunhee Jeong Two Lines Press

Best friends b and Rang are all each other have. Their parents are absent, their teachers avert their eyes when they walk by. Everyone else in town acts like they live in Seoul even though it’s painfully obvious they don’t. When Rang begins to be bullied horribly by the boys in baseball hats, b fends them off. But one day Rang unintentionally tells the whole class about b’s dying sister and how her family is poor, and each of them finds herself desperately alone. The only place they can reclaim themselves, and perhaps each other, is beyond the part of town where lunatics live―the End.

In a piercing, heartbreaking, and astonishingly honest voice, Kim Sagwa’s b, Book, and Me walks the precipice between youth and adulthood, reminding us how perilous the edge can be.

Today we welcome the author Kim Sagwa to the blog to share about her book b, Book, and Me.

Before getting into the actual content, can we talk about the cover images? On Goodreads, I found the original title of the book, 나b책. I noticed that when read aloud with the letter ‘b’ there, it sounds like the Korean word for butterfly. When the original cover showed up in my search, it had a beautiful butterfly as the illustration. The cover image for the English version is lovely, but quite different. It made me think about translations and how some things simply don’t make the jump from one language to another. Reading the original and the translation will always be a slightly different experience. Do you have thoughts to share about the translation of this book or the art of translation in general?

As you mentioned, the original title 나b책 translates as “Butterfly Book” in Korean. The story is about three people: 나(me), b, and 책(book). So the title has a double meaning and that’s how I like it because I’m addicted to puns. When I sent the script to the publisher I was worried that they wouldn’t like the title. But luckily for me the publisher bought into the whole concept and even let me choose the cover image. I sent them a picture of a butterfly I found on gettyimage.com.

The English cover has a different approach. What I love about the English one is that it is an impression based on the story I’m telling in the book. It shows a pair of big scissors about to cut a tiny flower which gives a hint that something horrible is going to happen in the book, and so it does. The Korean cover is, in its way, sly, because the beautiful butterfly on it has not much to do with the nasty kind of things that happen in the book.

My theory is that someone’s first encounter with a text written in a strange language produces a more direct, objective, even realistic point of view. Sometimes this peculiar viewpoint is hard to imagine by people of the native language, because they notice too many cultural layers beneath a story. As a translator, if someone tries to deliver on all the layers she/he found as a reader of the original, it would be hard not to fail. That’s why I believe the simplest, word-for-word translation is best in practice.

When you are asked about this book, how do you generally describe the story and your characters?

It’s the story of two young girls who live in a small seaside town, which is a town that I’ve made up. Rang is well-to-do; B is smart, but full resentment because her family is dirty poor. After B’s sister dies of illness, she decides to leave the town with Rang. They reach the edge of town where they meet Book. Book is a childish young man who lives by himself in a hut that’s right next to the coastal cliff. B and Rang follow Book and crash a strange party thrown by a bunch of lunatics. It’s the best time B and Rang ever will have, but the reason this is so is because it’s the last and only time they get to celebrate the joy of youth.

I haven’t seen many teen books in this particular format. How or why did you make the choice to write in numbered sections rather than chapters or using another format?

Because I wanted the book to have the feel of a serious document or journal, or anyways something official.

I found b, Book, and Me surreal and dreamlike at times although it also felt quite realistic and contemporary. This contrast is partially because we get an intimate look at the mindscapes of b and Rang. What led to your focus and interest in the thought processes and even the mental health of teens?

Honestly, I didn’t think much about what teenagers are like in general, because my real goal for writing b, Book, and me was to make money. I had just graduated from college and I needed money. But I certainly had a hidden ambition to write a unique story about young people. I was weary about teen books, because I found many of them fake and boring. Writers of teen books usually have a fixed image about teens. Happy and energetic. Positive and curious. I thought it would be a good idea to introduce some realistic teenagers who were unhappy and slow, pessimistic and dull, but still cute.

Was there research or other preparation necessary before or even during the writing of this book?

From the first stage of writing, I carefully thought out the form the story was going to take. I numbered the section headings (as you mentioned) and tried to make the language as simple as possible, because I wanted to evoke something audible, like a real-time confession. But the story itself is, on the contrary, far from realistic. This is partly because I wrote the book in Porto, which is, like the one in the book, a beautiful small seaside town. I was visiting for the first time, and all the exotic things I found about the place made it into the book. For example, there were all those little boys diving into the sea. I hoped that the town itself, apart from the narration, would seem dreamy and artificial. I even drew a big map for the story. I put everything on the map, the beach, the seaside supermarket, Rang’s house, B’s poor neighborhood, the cliff for Book, and the abandoned hospital for lunatics.

You now have two teen books translated for the U.S. market. What are your plans and goals for future writing? Will your writing journey likely include more books for young adults?

Recently, I’m working on a nonfiction book about the three years I spent in New York City. After that I think I’m going to write a novel about white-collar workers. I don’t think I’ll write another book for young adults anytime soon. I’m more and more curious about what’s expected from ordinary adult life— maybe because I know next to nothing about it in the first place? Or is it a simple sign of aging? For whatever reasons, the white-collar world looks such a gold mine because my superficial observation as an outsider tells me that urban white-collar culture embraces a crazy amount of insanity. The madness in civilization is always a fascinating subject for contemporary writers.

Thanks so much for joining us!

#books in translation #international YA #book review #Kim Sagwa

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Hey got any fic recs?

These are a few of my go-to fics!

Rocket Science by marsmaywander & orbingarrow - Sleep-deprived and under-caffeinated, grad student Tony falls asleep in a conveniently empty classroom and wakes up in the middle of Bruce’s Physics 101 course. After seeing a groggy Tony fumble a simple question, actual-student Bucky offers to tutor him. In a moment of “oh no; he’s cute” panic, Tony takes him up on it. Now, in addition to his already complicated life, Tony has to figure out the answer to the incredibly messy question: “How do you look like you’re failing the class, when you literally wrote the book?”

Winter Wooer by fakesheep-luna (octavaluna) - Winter may not be the most pleasant guy to live or share your body with, but he isn’t nearly as destructive as everybody expected him to be either. He likes to brood in the corners, watch British TV, and freak people out. And Tony. He really, really likes Tony Stark.There’s just one problem – Bucky’s pretty sure he doesn’t feel the same way about the guy.

Forms of Love by bear_bell - Months after the Avengers’ dispute in Germany, the team returns to the US and moves back into the tower. As always, everyone pretends that nothing happened. Tony is just fine with this. He’s used to pretending, and he’ll be damned if he lets any of them see him flinch.

Tony’s the bad guy, after all. He’s used to it. He’s fine with it.

He’s good at it.Only now, there’s something far worse loitering around the tower - The Winter Soldier. No one notices the guy at first, but when they do, Tony figures that he should have the solder’s back.

Birds of a feather should flock together, and the bad guys should start a book club.

(This is a series and I love all the fics in it) Who’s been lovin’ you good? by withered - Each entry is complete and exists (mostly) independent of each other.

When the Rogues come home it leaves Tony in the dreaded position of keeping an eye on them - all up close and personal after the events of Civil War.

Whether the Rogues are pretending to play nice; delusional beyond explanation or high-and-mighty on arrival. Tony finds back-up and solace, in the one person he didn’t expect: James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier.

(Beware the line)

Two Roaring Handfuls (and a bit more) by tisfan - Everyone seems to know that Tony Stark has a huge dick (even if the angle is bad in that one video.) Bucky would like some independent verification of this fact.

On A Scale From Panic to Malfunction by Petroltogo - Turning into a mindless killing machine isn’t what one might call a conventional reaction to a panic attack. It’s a good thing for Bucky then that Tony has never cared much for conventions anyways.

Four Strings and Second Chances by Vashoth - It was reluctance to let one of his finest inventions ever out of his grasp that made him take a couple days over a week to send the arm to Pepper’s office. But all things considered, Tony figured that sending finest prosthetic that had ever come into existence–literally grasping an olive branch–was one of the classiest gifts he’d ever given. He’d included a note and everything.

This isn’t Violence, this is just a war in my head by Sleeponrooftops - Tony’s been stumbling his way through life for 45 years without any assistance, thank you very much, and he’d like to point out that forgiving the man who killed his parents is on the negative side of his to do list labeled NEVER. The problem is, they’ve got a few scars in common, and somehow they become little nightlights during each other’s darkest moments.

The (Not So) Great Pretender by RayShippouUchiha - “What,” Tony says softly but with a great depth of feeling, “the actual fuck just happened?”

“I believe, Sir,” JARVIS pipes up from the phone in his pocket, an unnecessary amount of what sounds like glee in his voice, “that you’ve once again managed to maintain your closely guarded secret identity. Truly your subterfuge skills know no bounds.“

“You’re an asshole J,” Tony mutters back as he reaches up to rub at his temple. He either has a headache coming on or a blood clot. At this point he’s honestly not sure which he’d prefer.

“I did learn from the best, Sir,” JARVIS tells him sunnily.

(this is another series) дезинформация by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar) - Bucky had only known Anthony Edward Stark for a few hours before he found himself compelled to share a secret that had been eating him alive since he began to once again reclaim the right to his own thoughts and feelings.

Meet Me Again, Time After Time by Syriala - "Where have you seen me? Did anyone else see me?” Tony turned around and the Soldier put the gun to his forehead. Tony couldn’t decide if he wanted to lean into the door or the gun. “You come to me all the time. I took care of your arm the first time” he said and pointed at it. It was clad in leather today and through the glove Tony could only see the silver fingertips. The Soldier took a step back and shook his head. He seemed to concentrate hard on something and then said “No. You cried.”

The Funvee by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar) - Prompt: AU where Bucky was one of the soldiers in the humvee with Tony in the beginning of Iron Man. He survives the fight, but loses his arm, and when Tony finds out Bucky is alive after the events in IM, he desperately tries to win Bucky’s forgiveness while Bucky (initially) wants nothing to do with him.

The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway by Gabbeeh - It’s cold and Tony and Bucky seem intent on skipping team training to hang out on the couch instead. Then there’s a call to assemble and a kidnapping happens.Oh, and do you realize how uncomfortable it would be to have a piece of metal attached to your shoulder or stuck in your chest when it’s winter?

Time Falls Away by NotEvenCloseToStraight - The Battle of New York: Tony flies himself and the nuke through the wormhole and when his suit shuts down and he starts to fall, he knows he’s going to die.

But then he wakes up in an alley in Brooklyn, two strangers staring down at him in confusion and Tony is sure he is dreaming when he shakes hands first with pre-serum Steve Rogers, and then Bucky Barnes.

Bad Days by NotEvenCloseToStraight - Prompt: Bucky likes Tony, but is too scared to tell him. What he doesn’t know is that every time he has a “winter soldier” moment, he is constantly protecting tony and not letting anyone near him, so tony already knows that Bucky likes him (“genius, remember?”). Bucky finally gets up the courage to talk to Tony, only for Tony to tell him what’s been going on and he’s been waiting for Bucky to be comfortable enough to actually tell him. Happy ending!

Scars by Arvensis5 - When Tony tried to urge the homeless guy sleeping on the steps of the Tower’s loading dock to move, he never expected that he’d found Hydra’s pet assassin—James “Bucky” Barnes.

Now, after months of keeping his presence a secret from the Avengers and helping Barnes learn to cope with both his returning memories and the modern world, Hydra is back for their favorite toy and Tony must call in old friends to save the life of the man he just might have come to care for a little too much.

Cuddle Duty by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar) - The one thing no one had felt the need to warn him about was also the only thing for which he’d have actually appreciated a heads up. Tony liked to cuddle. Looking at him, you wouldn’t have pegged him as the cuddly type. Nothing about him looked cuddly. He wouldn’t let people hand him stuff, even with his improved mood he hung back half the time, as if he wasn’t part of the team. The other half he got so in your face some of them might have missed the hanging back.

Nothing prepared him for the sight of a zombie-like Tony staggering into the common area and latching onto Clint (of all people!) like a limpet.

Going Down by orbingarrow - When Clint gets nabbed by the Tracksuit Mafia, Bucky and Tony are the only two Avengers available for a rescue op. It’s a shitshow from the start. Tony can’t call the suit, Bucky’s arm is compromised, and Clint’s contribution mostly involves him humming the soundtrack to some 70s porn and making snarky comments from his wall.

#winteriron #fic rec #winteriron fic rec #tony stark #bucky barnes #iron man #the winter soldier #becca replies

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Bookshelf Briefs 5/28/20

Dr. STONE, Vol. 11 | By Riichiro Inagaki and Boichi | Viz Media – Balloons! Yes, Dr. STONE is taking it upon itself to do something it does best, which is show off the gorgeous vistas of this not-really-that-explored future Japan it takes place in. And that means hot air balloons. It also means speedboats! But alas, just because Senku is a scientist does not mean he can cook. So they use some of the last remaining fluid to un-stone a butler-cum-chef-cum-everything, Francois, who is flamboyant and also a lot of fun. There’s actually some really good humor in this volume as well, be it the reporter getting her camera and its undercutting right afterwards, or Senku’s Einstein impersonation. This remains one of the essential Jump titles. – Sean Gaffney

Dungeon Builder: The Demon King’s Labyrinth Is a Modern City!, Vol. 2 | By Rui Tsukiyo and Hideaki Yoshikawa | Seven Seas – After wrapping up the cliffhanger from the first volume (he names his first monster girl, which gives her the power-up (and bust expansion) she needs to win), the cast gets down to the nitty-gritty of what he wants to do: build a city, not a dungeon, which feeds on positive emotions. Of course, there are a few problems. Location, labor costs, the neighboring demon lords, and of course Marcho’s impending death, which she seems to have accepted more than Procel has. This remains sort of mid-tier manga—not interesting enough to stand out, but the pages turn easily, and you could do worse. Also, brilliant pun for the back-cover blurb. – Sean Gaffney

Éclair Blanche: A Girls’ Love Anthology That Resonates in Your Heart | By Various Artists | Yen Press – The second of the Éclair anthologies to come out over here, this one seems to focus more attention on love that is already in bloom when the story begins than love that we see the start of. There’s a nice mix of funny, heartwarming, sad, and generally melancholic. Some highlights are “Azalea Corner,” about a minion’s crush on the arrogant ojou she follows; “The Unemployed Woman and the High School Girl,” which should be awful but is by Canno so is cute instead; and “That Summer Won’t Come Again,” about a girl trapped in her sister’s past who bonds with a senpai and learns to swim again. There’s good and not-so-good here, but overall well worth buying. – Sean Gaffney

Éclair Blanche: A Girls’ Love Anthology That Resonates in Your Heart | By Various Artists | Yen Press – This is the second Éclair anthology, but aside from two continuations, all the stories here are new. The quality varies, and it seems the better stories are in the front. The first story, Fly’s “Flowers in a Storm,” sets the tone for bittersweet, ambiguous endings with the tale of a first kiss that comes too late. There are also several stories about unrequited love for a friend who loves someone else, be it another girl, an idol, or a guy. Kabocha’s “Though Summer Won’t Come Again” is a standout, about a girl who assumes the senpai she’s developed feelings for prefers her older sister, as everyone else seems to. Unfortunately, I found the stories toward the end of the volume to be less enjoyable, particularly the final one, which includes the most awkward teacher-student embrace I have ever seen. Still, I will read the next installment when it comes out! – Michelle Smith

I Didn’t Mean to Fall in Love | By Minta Suzumaru | Futekiya (digital only) – Yoshino Kiritani is a beautiful 30-year-old salaryman who happens to be both gay and a virgin. With no relationship prospects on the horizon and wanting to finally have sex, he goes to a gay bar, meets a charismatic college student named Rou, and sleeps with him. The back-and-forth that follows between these two guys is so well done. Rou is a notorious playboy with a hot-and-cold routine he has employed many times to manipulate his conquests into falling for him and confessing their feelings. He tries this on Yoshino, even though he’s actually serious about him, but it doesn’t work. Self-effacing Yoshino genuinely thinks Rou wants nothing more to do with him, forcing Rou to face the seriously scary prospect of rejection by declaring his feelings first. There are a few explicit scenes, but they serve the characters and story well. Highly recommended! – Michelle Smith

Love Me, Love Me Not, Vol. 2 | By Io Sakisaka | Viz Media – First of all, a word of advice to the author: don’t sink people’s ships in your author’s notes, OK? Secondly, this continues to have the strengths of Io Sakisaka titles—it gets teenage love in a good way, has characters who are likeable but clearly flawed, shows gradual character growth, and has clean, easy-to-follow art. She’s still trying to balance out the idealistic girl with the realistic girl, though it may be leaning towards the former. Sadly, it also contains what’s always been one of this author’s big weaknesses to me—I like her series but never love them. Each volume is fun to read and I’d call it good, but it’s never going to be tops in my favorite shoujo manga lists. It’s not life-changing the way a Yona of the Dawn is. – Sean Gaffney

Ping Pong, Vol. 1 | By Taiyo Matsumoto | Viz Media – Ever since Matsumoto was a guest at TCAF in 2013 and spoke in depth about the series, its development, and how it fit into his overall career, I’ve been desperately wanting to read Ping Pong in English. When the excellent anime adaptation came and went soon after and the original manga still hadn’t been licensed, I didn’t expect that we’d ever see it translated. But it is actually here! The first of two beautifully designed omnibus volumes. And I am absolutely in love with Matsumoto’s Ping Pong. Ostensibly a high school sports manga, Ping Pong spends very little time explaining the ins and outs of the game even though table tennis is essentially omnipresent; instead, the series devotes its attention almost entirely to the characters themselves. With strong psychological elements, in part the work’s themes explore talent, motivation, and self-determination, all supported by Matsumoto’s distinctive and spectacularly dynamic and expressive artwork. – Ash Brown

Prince Freya, Vol. 1 | By Keiko Ishihara | VIZ Media – The land of Tyr is threatened by Sigurd, the empire to the north. Our “wimpy and weak” heroine, Freya, happens to be the spitting image of Prince Edvard, who’s just been poisoned by Sigurd, and so takes on the role of impersonating him to protect her country. Alas, Freya’s performance as Edvard (and characterization in general) is inconsistent and in a way that doesn’t seem intentional on the mangaka’s part. Sometimes she boldly and capably takes action, sometimes she just cries. In my notes I wrote, “This ain’t no Basara,” prompted by a panel in which Freya is making an extremely insipid face because of something sappy her love interest has just said, but then something super dramatic and unexpected occurs and… well, now I’m cautiously on board. It may turn out to be fluffier than I would like, but I will at least give it a couple more volumes. – Michelle Smith

The Quintessential Quintuplets, Vol. 9 | By Negi Haruba | Kodansha Comics – There’s less swapping in this one, but the one time there is a swap it blows the reader out of the water. I suspect Ichika’s popularity took a nosedive after this volume, as her ideal of “all’s fair in love and war” is taken to a somewhat cruel conclusion. She’s not even the thirstiest of the quints, as both Nino and Miku are trying to make their feelings for Futaro as clear to him as possible. Meanwhile, Yotsuba is trying the opposite tactic, saying that she’ll support whichever sister that isn’t her he picks, showing off a core of self-deprecation that we’ve seen before, but never to this level. And then there’s Itsuki, who seems to have forgotten she was supposed to be first girl. Great harem antics. – Sean Gaffney

Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts, Vol. 9 | By Yu Tomofuji | Yen Press – I missed reviewing the eighth volume of this, for some reason; I’m not sure why. It continues to be quietly sweet, with a heroine who perhaps leans a little too much towards “can save everyone by the sheer power of being really nice.” That said, nice can only go so far, and when she discovers a country that’s being blackmailed into slavery, nice becomes determined and fierce. There’s also some tortured romance at the start—the king’s chief bodyguard and the princess’s attendant clearly are headed towards each other, but there are a few steps back here before we can move forward once more. I admit that I’d likely enjoy this more without its central conceit of animal people, but oh well. – Sean Gaffney

Snow White with the Red Hair, Vol. 7 | By Sorata Akiduki | Viz Media – I admit I was a bit more surprised than Shirayuki was at the identity of the leader of the Lions of the Mountain. That said, it does remind us that Shirayuki is another one of those great “shoujo heroines who underreacts to everything,” which can be quite amusing when done right. That said, this volume is when the series transitioned from the quarterly DX to the main LaLa magazine, and as such much of the middle part is taken up with introducing new readers to the main cast and the situation. This includes an amusing “personality reversal” chapter where Mitsuhide starts acting like a chivalrous knight. the book ends with the implication that their love is going public. How will that go? Great shoujo. – Sean Gaffney

Wandering Witch: The Journey of Elaina, Vol. 1 | By Jougi Shiraishi, Itsuki Nanao, and Azure | Square Enix – This is a manga adaptation of the first fourth or so of the light novel, and it’s a very good adaptation. I will admit that Elaina is a lot more expressive than I was expecting… her delivery in the novels is somewhat cool… but it makes sense given the manga’s visual medium, and she’s cute. This volume shows off what we’re going to get from now on: some cute fluffy stories, some melancholic stories with deaths, some stories of Elaina having to extricate herself from a situation, and some backstory showing how she came to be wandering. The final story was one of my favorites in the book, and it’s the best one here too. A nice adaptation. – Sean Gaffney

By: Ash Brown

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