#also yes i recycled previous gifs so what

[hysteriaww]

You get kai and bonnie so much together and individually everything you say fits them in canon so well it's too bad the writers really fumbled with them because when kai showed up he was a breath of fresh air and the best part about him is he's all about bonnie that was new and realistic bonkai was their last shot at getting the vampire diaries interest back up again

AH thank you so much for this lovely message, you're so sweet!! Yes, it really is such a shame the writers fumbled Bonkai bc it rly did seem like they had some great ideas there in the beginning, but the execution fell flat :( I feel like Kai was a breath of fresh air not just for us fans but also the cast & crew! U could rly feel their spark of new excitement for a dying show when kai showed up bc i think they all sensed that he was unique and different from the tired, recycled plotlines they'd had since S4.

Ian in particular seemed much more interested in his scenes when Kai was around (and much more lifeless when he wasn't) and Bonnie ofc was *given* much more interesting scenes when Kai was around, compared to prior seasons. Even Alaric & Jo, who started S6 as rick's new boring romance of the season, became relevant, layered and interesting bc of their links to Kai. Like rick loved to play the hero & act like damon was morally beneath him in S6 but his need to protect Jo from Kai brought out a selfish streak that made him go behind Jo & her fam's back to make shady deals w Damon & Kai as long as it kept Jo safe! Even Jo was revealed to be quite crafty considering her backstory of how she tricked & betrayed Kai in 1994, which made her much more interesting than her early role as rick's bland gf.

Even Liv & Luke were (im sorry) SO BORING in S5 but 1000x more interesting in S6 once their story got linked to Kai. His existence single-handedly linked so many disjointed characters & plotlines from previous seasons (like why'd they even bring Rick back after dying in S3? His relationship w Jo (and by extension, Kai) was the only thing that made him relevant for the rest of the goddamn show)! Even the Heretics were introduced to the show through KAI & the gemini/siphoner lore and fully lost steam as soon as Kai wasn't there to make 'em interesting!

As for Kai's links to Bonnie, ya i agree she rly was their last chance to make things interesting bc they'd already given Elena & Caroline "dark" romances that fans were too attached to to accept anything else (see: Delena being forced to stay together; Steroline forever being overshadowed in most fans' minds by Klaroline) so giving Elena & Caroline new pairings would've disappointed fans, whereas Bonnie was a blank slate they could've gone WILD with bc none of her canon pairings had strongly attached fans... yet they gave Elena & Caroline new romances anyway and scrapped Bon's romance with Kai :)))

That is what felt malicious. In S6 alone, they gave Elena who ALREADY HAD DAMON the new guy Liam, then gave Caroline the same guy Liam, Enzo (briefly) AND Stefan, whereas Bon *almost* got Kai & *fully* lost Jeremy in S6. ??? Any writer who paid half as much attention to her fans as Plague did (considering how much ott fan-service she wrote into tvd & how many twitter fights she got into w fans whose ships she disapproved of) HAD to have known her fans wouldn't accept Caroline/Enzo, Care/Stef, Care/Liam or Elena/Liam as much as they loved Care/Klaus & Elena/Damon. Yet she did it anyway bc she preferred LOSING FANS to giving Bonnie someone interesting!

She even planned Kai to be Bon's love interest in S6 bc she thought he wouldn't be popular w fans & instantly torpedoed that once she noticed fans' love for him bc, as I said before, Plague PAID ATTENTION to her fans' reactions. So fans having lukewarm feelings about Steroline was enough to get 'em married, but fans LIKING Kai was enough to get Bonkai axed. It's a common joke that Plague saw Caroline as her self-insert (neurotic, hyper-organized blonde control-freak) which is why she dated more men than even Elena. But I think a large chunk of tvd's white teen girl fans saw Care as a self-insert too (bc w each subsequent season, Caroline was increasingly written & designed that way, which is why fans turned on tvd's original self-insert, Elena, & worshipped Care instead).

Her "im never the one, im not perfect like elena" insecurities made her a blank canvas for (white) girls to see themselves in, which is why she wins Miss Mystic Falls, why she's a privileged Founding Fam member, why she gets to dress fancy & go to Mikaelson balls that have nothing to do w her, why she gets ALL the men, why she becomes the 1st vampire to be pregnant, why she gets to marry Stefan (then instantly lose him so she can go kiss Klaus in the spin-off), why she gets to be tvd's last vampire standing, why she repeatedly gets to have her cake and eat it too. By presenting Elena as "perfect/ideal" & Caroline as an "underdog," fans naturally sympathized more with Care's "struggle" (even tho she repeatedly got EVERYTHING!) Based on this, Plague refused to let ppl like Klaus date Bonnie (which would've made sense) but shoved him w Caroline (which didn't make narrative sense) bc that gave her & white fans the chance to see themselves in Care & feel like THEY were dating Klaus.

(Btw I wanna add that I actually do like & enjoy Caroline! This is a critique of the shadiness that went into *writing* Caroline, not a critique of Caroline herself)

Similarly, Kai was allowed to want Bonnie as long as fans didn't like him, but once he got popular, Plague killed Bonkai bc she believed that she & her (white) fans wouldn't be able to see themselves in Bonnie and feel like THEY were the ones dating Kai. But Kai was not Klaus, Stefan, Damon, Enzo or Kol. His character was CONCEIVED w Bonnie in mind to the point that erasing his obsession w her would make him not even feel like KAI anymore. And that wouldn't work bc fans wanted gucci kai, not walmart kai. Also, his general personality quirks were just not the type that would vibe w Caroline. Chris Wood said it himself, "Kai likes to be the one who talks, he doesn't like to listen, so I think Caroline might make him wanna snap her neck & move on" bc Caroline ALSO likes to talk. So writing him w Care would change Kai too much & writing him w Elena was not an option bc Delena was set in stone & Nina was leaving. So, how'd plague have her cake & eat it too? She refused to let Bon have Kai, and bc there was no other white girl who made sense for him, she kept Kai eternally single so white fans could eternally imagine themselves w him.

And uk what's the worst part? I don't believe all white fans would've necessarily struggled to see themselves in Bonnie if she'd dated Kai. I think Bonnie being the ACTUAL underdog struggler of the show made her very relatable to people, regardless of what your race is (esp bc tvd rarely addressed her race or centered any plotlines on it). I think Plague's own subconscious biases just made it impossible for her to fathom seeing herself in a PoC character, which is why she wrongly assumed all her majority white fans worked the same way & letting Bonkai happen would've disappointed them & made them stop watching. (But that being said, even if it was just a "business decision" to her... isn't it funny how disappointing masses of white klaroline fans didn't stop her from tossing Care at stef, enzo, whoever she wanted, but ONLY stopped her when it came to Bonnie's ships (bc she was looking for excuses to scrap 'em anyway)? Oh plagueee ur biases are showing, girlieee)

#bonkai #kai parker #bonnie bennett #bonnie bennett x kai parker #bonnie x kai #tvd #bonkamily #josette laughlin #caroline forbes #headcanon #asks #mine

[trevorendeavors]

How much do you charge for commissions?

I charge $15 per hour!

I do digital art, fanart, book covers (yes, fanfic covers included), graphic design, logos, business cards, acrylic paint, watercolor paint, washi tape art, Minecraft skins, custom stickers, etc.

I accept PayPal, Venmo, CashApp, Zelle, and I'm working on a Stripe account.

"How many hours does it take to complete a comm?"

That depends on the nature of the comm. Here are some of mine from this year:

1 HOUR ($15) - These were commissioned by CrustySoap. These drawings took roughly an hour each. Generally speaking, scanned sketches and scanned sketches with flat colors are my quickest styles. If you're on a budget, this may be the style for you.

2. 2.48 HOURS ($37.20) - This one was commissioned by Ian. She wanted a self portrait based on one of her outfits. The background is made of a recycled filter made in one of my previous drawings.

3. Roughly 8.46 HOURS ($127~) - Commissioned by my good friend Nicole Straussman-Allen for her husband's bday. She approached me with the prompt of having Link from TTOK and Solid Snake from Metal Gear Solid shaking prosthetic hands. Since they have the hands on the same side, I suggested a fist bump instead, to which she heartily agreed. The result is something I'm very proud of.

However, these are not all the art styles I can do.

I was also commissioned by none other than Avi Roque this year! Their prompt was to create a physical painting/sketch of a scene from The Owl House. Disclaimer: I collected $50 + shipping for this painting - the prices listed on my website are approximately such, but as of this year they are currently out of date.

As with anything I make, $15/hour is the charge.

Here are other examples of my art!

Here's how I operate commissions:

Think of a character(s) you want me to draw and in what style. This can be a style I've already drawn in or one you'd like me to emulate. If you're not sure, I can give you recommendations based on your budget and aesthetic preferences. I can draw backgrounds as well, or even use a photo (either yours or mine) as a background.

From there, I'll give you a time estimate on how long it'll take. This varies greatly depending on the chosen art style and complexity of the comm.

Once we agree on the estimated price and style, that is when I begin timing myself as I work on your comm. I count strictly the hours I am working on the comm - not days between drawing sessions.

I'll send you work in progress photos/screenshots throughout. If you see something you'd like changed, it's better to let me know sooner rather than later so I can reduce the time needed to make adjustments.

Once you're satisfied with the final result, that's when payment is due. I take PayPal, Venmo, CashApp, and Zelle. I'm working on adding Stripe as well.

It is then that I'll email you the final result in high resolution and your preferred file format. NOTE: I also do painting commissions. If you would like a physical painting shipped to you, you will be responsible for shipping charges (thankfully my post office is relatively cheap, so depending on the size you're looking at an additional fee of $5-10, if that).

WILL DO / WON'T DO:

I will draw pretty much anything except for deliberately fetishistic art. For anything nsfw, I require proof of age. I reserve the right to terminate a comm for any reason.

That said, I look forward to working with you!

#trevorendeavorsart #Trevor's comm sheet #about time I made one of these actually #lumity #the owl house #Steven universe #jasper su #su jasper #huntlow #Trevor-brand huntlow #emerald trio #pride art #the owl house fanart #luz noceda #hexsquad #gus porter #willow park #hunter toh #toh hunter #hunter noceda #commissions open #comms open #graphic design #acrylic painting #digital artwork #deltarune noelle #Noelle holiday #Camila noceda #Minecraft skin commissions #minecraft

[redundant2]

New mystery tea

This guy had not been on my radar until today. Gonna just share a portion of what he's said. All allegedly, of course.

"Tyler Perry didn’t know or meet the couple. It is now confirmed in the book and TP that he put them up at the request of Oprah. Yes she was using the couple for the $35 million she made from the interview - Queen of business that one.

I also wrote that they had left - I even listed my source. What people didn’t know is that they stayed in a cottage on Oprah’s grounds. My previous timeline is now proven to be correct.

Now what is interesting is that they were thrown out.

Why - well there are some court filings that are rather interesting.

A certain someone was assaulted by one of the guests at the house - now who is it? Meghan, Harry, the former inmate or Marcus. Now that person with the approval of Mr Perry is suing. She (yes it’s a she) is going to get paid.

Now remember the rumours of Harry’s affair with a worker at the startup mental health he worked for?

Now it is California and the rumour is that she was raped (so that could be a look, verbal or mental in this woke age or a cry for money) now there is an NDA and settlement. This is being looked at and requested.

Yes this was leaked by people in Harry’s team.

As always I put codes in my answers all the people not named ………can be found."

There's much more info in the post. Here's the link to the tea.

Can you figure out the codes in the post to find the names of the people not named?

#harkles #british royal family tea #absolute shitshow

[joaquinwhorres]

Tailspin - Part 3 (Fanboy Garcia x F!OC)

SUMMARY ››››› Having grown up just across the bridge from North Island, Carolina Alvarez has been told her whole life to stay away from the Top Gun boys. And for the most part, she has. That is, until Fanboy catches her putting quarters in the jukebox at The Hard Deck and initiates a game of cat and mouse that ends with her exactly where she swore she’d never be.

PAIRING ››››› Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x F!OC

WORD COUNT ››››› 5,474

WARNINGS ››››› None

MASTERLIST ››››› Here

A/N ››››› Wow this took forever to figure out. But here it is! Also, yes, this takes place two years before Penny buys the Hard Deck, but in my head, she works there before she buys it from the previous owner.

It was entirely possible that the whole Top Gun class would be banned from The Hard Deck by the end of the week.

Or murdered, judging by the look on Penny's face.

The bartender stormed out from her station, crossing the room in long, purposeful strides. She looked every bit like an Admiral, ready to ream out a young officer for a victory lap.

A hand came down on Fanboy's shoulder, drawing his attention away from Penny's warpath and onto his friend. "Good luck," Payback said, offering a smile that somehow managed to be equal parts amusement and sympathy. His eyes flicked from Fanboy's face back to Penny who had come to a stop next to the jukebox. She stooped down and yanked the cord from the wall, cutting off Van Morrison mid-lyric.

"The next idiot to play that song is getting thrown overboard," Penny announced, threatening the bar with a wag of the cord. Applause broke out amongst the other patrons, a few even cheering as she bent over once more to plug the jukebox back in.

Payback let out an amused exhale as he raised his eyebrows at the WSO. "You're gonna need it." 

He wasn't kidding. Fanboy was definitely going to get banned if she didn't show up by tomorrow. 

The pilot patted the backseater's shoulder once more before heading off towards the doors to rejoin the rest of the aviators headed back to base, leaving Fanboy alone at the Hard Deck for yet another night. 

As much as he wished Columbus or Payback had stuck around a bit longer, he wasn't exactly sorry to  see the rest of the class go. Three straight nights of Ripley and Beaker ripping into him for "pining over that jukebox girl" was enough to have him at the end of his patience. He was just as relieved as everyone else to hear Blondie singing once the jukebox whirred back to life.

"So you're aware, that rule goes for tomorrow night too."

Fanboy whipped around to face Penny, finding her standing at his back with a finger pointed threateningly at him. "And if I do have to hear Brown-Eyed Girl again, you're buying everyone a round."

"Fair enough," Fanboy conceded, offering a good-natured smile.

"Good," Penny said, lowering her finger and jerking her head towards the bar. Fanboy slipped from his seat at the high top, gathering up his friend's abandoned beer bottles before trailing after Penny.

"You know," he started, placing the bottles in front of what had become his usual spot. "I'll even help throw them overboard."

"You'd better," Penny huffed, tossing the bottles a couple at a time into the recycling where they crashed against the others already there. "It's your fault I'm losing my mind."

"If I could control Beaker, I'd be a captain by now," Fanboy reasoned. The bartender shook her head, throwing the last of the bottles crashing into the bin before heading over to the fridge.

"You know damn well they only play that song because you keep responding to it," she rebutted, pulling out a new beer for him.

He acknowledged this truth with a sheepish smile. He couldn't help his reactions. Every time the beginning guitar riff started, his heart stuttered with the possibility that it could be her. None of the other aviators, or even Penny, had experienced her smiling right at them as an oldies song played in the background like a moment straight out of a movie. If they had, maybe they wouldn't be on him as much as they were.

"It's only Tuesday," Fanboy shrugged as Penny set the beer down in front of him. "I'll start to give up hope on Friday."

"God willing she shows up before then," Penny muttered as she removed the bottle cap, vapor curling up and out of the neck as the piece of metal clinked down onto the bar.

"She will." The words were out before Penny could even pick up the cap. She paused, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"She will?" Penny repeated, not even bothering to keep her disbelief contained to her face. Fanboy opted to omit the fact that if she didn't come by Thursday, she probably wasn't coming at all.

He'd worked it out in the spare moments between the drills and lectures and debriefings that filled most of his time in Fightertown. He'd reviewed all of the details from their too short encounter on Friday: from the look of wonder on her face while scrolling through the song catalog, to the subtle upturn of her lips when she spoke about her friends, to the glint her eye as she set up their agreement before slipping into her Lyft. He'd turned over her statement that she didn't talk to naval aviators and her friends' confirmation of her stance. He'd considered every possible scenario of how this week could turn out, all with the same precision he brought to analyzing a mission.

"She'll show up," he affirmed. "And some of the pilots are going to lose a lot of money when she does."

The skepticism faded from Penny's face, replaced with a resigned disappointment. "Really? It's a bet?"

Fanboy shrugged. "They bet on everything. I just hope I get to watch Payback collects his winnings."

This seemed to mollify Penny as she simply shook her head with a slight smile before catching sight of a customer attempting to flag her down. "I hope you're right," she said to Fanboy, patting the bartop in front of him before heading over to the other side of the bar.

Fanboy grinned to himself, taking a sip of his beer as his eyes drifted to the closed front doors.

They remained closed, for the most part.

Over the next few hours, the only time the front doors opened was to usher patrons back into the outside world, the already light Tuesday night crowd growing thinner and thinner as last call ticked closer. It was looking increasingly likely that Fanboy would be helping Penny close down the Hard Deck again tonight. A prospect which Penny did not seem ready to resign herself to.

"Do you have a picture?" she asked, stopping in front of Fanboy with her hands on her hips.

"A picture?" he repeated back, brow furrowing in confusion.

"Of the girl," Penny clarified. "I can give you a call if she comes in."

Fanboy raised his eyebrows at the bartender, a grin forming on his face. "Trying to get rid of me?"

Penny offered a half-smile as she leaned down on her elbows. "You're too young to be spending your nights sitting here, waiting on some girl you hardly know, who may not even show up," she said, a little too kindly. "Go downtown. Find someone who actually wants to give you her number. I'm sure there are plenty of girls out there looking for someone just like you."

There were.

Over the past few days, he'd waved off more than a few girls and their offers of drinks or feigned interest in his work as a WSO. His dismissals had sparked criticism and jabs from the other pilots and almost indignation from Ripley.

"Top Gun is made for flings," his front-seater scolded. "It's thirteen weeks to get your dick wet before heading back to the carrier and your right hand. Stop wasting it."

The others had agreed with Ripley, Beaker chiming in his support by adding, "Dude, you have got to start seeing what's in front of you."

But if Fanboy only focused on what was and not what could be, his frontseater would probably be dead instead of here at Top Gun, leading the charge in making Fanboy's life hell.

He didn't say that though. Instead, Payback had pointed out how odd it was that Ripley was so focused on Fanboy getting laid instead of finding someone himself.

Fanboy had a feeling that saying the same thing to Penny would get him banned sooner rather than later. Instead, he offered her a shrug. "There are, but I want to see about this one first."

Her half-smile bloomed into a full one even as she shook her head at him. "You're a good one, Fanboy."

"Th-" The word died on his lips as the all-too familiar guitar line picked up, raising a chorus of accompanying groans.

"Jesus Christ," Penny swore, pushing herself away from the bar and towards the bell, giving the rope five sharp tugs. The grumbling amongst the patrons shifted, changing into cheers.

Fanboy spun in his seat to see who had come back to harass him, and his heart jumped in his chest.

Caro.

He couldn't believe he'd missed her entrance. She stood out like a beacon with her bright red top and jeans compared to the working uniforms of the men who slowly made their way to where she stood.

Fanboy turned to Penny, finding the bartender stood with her arms crossed and an amused look on her face. "That's her, isn't it?" she asked.

He nodded.

Penny smirked. "If I were you, I'd hurry over then."

"She didn't know..." he started to appeal, but she stopped him with a shake of her head, her smirk widening.

"Rules are rules. And I believe you promised you'd help throw the next person overboard."

Fanboy hung his head, but he couldn't stop his own smile from his face. She was here. She came. Before Friday. "Close me out?" He asked, looking back up at Penny.

She nodded, turning to the POS system as Fanboy left his seat and his beer, making his way over to Caro. She seemed to have taken notice of the officers hovering around her, her face growing increasingly apprehensive.

"I got this one," Fanboy said as he arrived at the jukebox.

The attention turned from Caro to him, but he couldn't find it in him to care. Instead, his eyes were locked with Caro's, and he watched as her shoulders lowered half an inch at the sight of him.

"Mickey," she breathed.

"You came," he said.

"I came," she nodded.

The other patrons around seemed to catch on to the shift in atmosphere, nodding at him before moving back to their seats. Caro watched them leave, confusion tugging her lips into a frown.

"What was that about?"

He gestured towards the jukebox. "There may or may not be a ban on that song."

Her eyes narrowed immediately as she turned to face him. "Since Friday?"

He nodded. "I'll explain outside."

"Outside?" Caro repeated, disbelieving. "Why?"

His grin turned sheepish. In all of the scenarios he considered, kicking Caro out of the Hard Deck hadn't even crossed his mind. And he'd entertained one course of action that involved driving down to a Vegas chapel. "You're being thrown overboard."

"I'm what?" Caro blanched.

This was not going to go over well.

"Going overboard," he said. "Penny's kicking you out."

"Because I played a banned song?" Caro asked, looking around the room. From behind the bar, Penny offered a wave goodbye and a sympathetic smile.

Caro paused and despite her impassive face, he could see the thoughts racing through her head. He'd be lucky if she didn't just get in her car and leave.

"I promise, I'll explain," he pressed. "And it's going to give you some excellent material to make fun of me with."

"It better," Caro said, shaking her head as she started walking to the door.

"Rules are rules," Penny called out, and Fanboy stopped Caro with a light hand on her arm.

"What, has the Navy banned walking too?" Caro asked, sounding completely exasperated.

He grimaced. "Part of going overboard is that you have to be thrown overboard."

"You're kidding," she said flatly.

He shook his head.

Caro stared at him blankly, time stretching on as she waited for him to break under her stare. When he didn't, she sighed, stepping towards him.

"Don't drop me," she ordered, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He scooped her up easily, reveling in the small gasp that escaped her.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he assured her, looking down into Caro's face.

She broke eye contact first, readjusting her hands clasped around his neck, and a small thrill shot through Fanboy at the reaction. He started out of the Hard Deck, passing by a smiling Penny on his way towards the front door.

It was difficult to keep his mind focused on figuring out how he could explain this to her in a way that didn't send her racing for her car. Instead, his mind kept slipping to how soft she was and how perfectly she fit in his arms. He had to focus on keeping his hands in the right places and not how she smelled like vanilla or how if he looked down at the right angle he could probably see–

Boot camp.

Punching out of a plane.

Watching Spock—

"Mickey!" Caro exclaimed, holding out a hand to push open the door he had almost run them into. He muttered an apology as she kept it open with the tips of her fingers so it didn't swing back in his face.

He stopped just outside of the door, leaning down to deposit her on her feet.

Caro found her footing again with a hand on his shoulder for support. "So," she started, turning to face him and folding her arms across her chest. "What did you do to get that song banned in four days?"

"You might be impressed to know that it only took three days of excessive playing for the song to get banned," Fanboy answered. "I wasn't here on Saturday."

"Oh," Caro said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "I'm very impressed."

"Thought you might be," Fanboy grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Caro shook her head, something like a smile ghosting across her lips. "Did you think if you played it enough I'd just appear like Beetlejuice?"

"Didn't you?" he asked. Caro opened and shut her mouth again before he decided to save her. "No, uh, my friends played it a lot to mess with me for waiting here all night. Every night."

Caro looked surprised. "Every night?" She repeated.

He nodded, offering another shrug. "Didn't want to miss you."

"That's…" she trailed off, and his stomach tightened, hoping for her to end the sentence with "romantic" or "clever" or even "cheating." Instead, she decided on "Pretty desperate." But her eyes crinkled at the edges, and rather than it coming out as an accusation, there was a fondness to her voice.

Fanboy tipped his head in her direction as an acceptance of the charge. "According to my friends, it's incredibly desperate."

This was what earned him a laugh from Caro, the sound bubbling out of her and causing a warm feeling to blossom in his chest.

"It worked, though," he asserted. "I mean, if it wasn't the Beetlejuice thing."

Caro shook her head at him, the smile still remaining on her face. "Well, it's good to know you're not the type of guy to be hanging out at a bar on a Tuesday night an hour from close."

Fanboy whistled at her, shaking his head. "That's pretty judgmental coming from the girl who just got thrown out of a bar on a Tuesday night an hour from close."

Caro's mouth hung open for a second before she pushed at his chest. "That was entirely your fault."

Fanboy laughed, holding a hand over the part of his chest that she'd shoved. "If you'd just come on Sunday we'd both be inside, and you'd be having your drink."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head at him. "Well, since I can't get my drink, I think I might as well go home."

"Or," he started, taking a step towards her, a part of him relaxing when she didn't step backwards to reassert the space. "We could go somewhere else to get a drink."

She shook her head. "I'm pretty sure this is a sign I should stay out of bars tonight. When I get in my car, I'm going home."

"Then don't get in your car."

It came out faster than he intended, slipping from his lips easily and without much thought. All he knew was that he couldn't let her slip through his fingers.

Caro raised her eyebrow and opened her mouth, probably to remind him that she wasn't about to get into the car with a strange man desperate enough that he spent the last three nights waiting alone at a bar on the off chance she'd show up and give him her number. Before she could tell him any of this, he spoke again. "Take a walk on the beach with me."

She raised her eyebrows. "That wasn't the deal."

"No," he agreed. "But it's nice out, and you're already here."

Her eyes moved from his face to the beach. "You're not going to get me kicked off the beach are you?"

He grinned and shook his head. "No."

She nodded twice, thoughtfully. "Alright," she agreed. "A short walk."

"Do I get to decide what counts as short?"

"No," she snorted.

"Will you at least hold my hand?" Fanboy asked, extending an open palm to her, ready for her to entwine her fingers with his.

"We're not holding hands," she said, a smile quirking her lips. She gave his hand a small high-five as she brushed past him, starting towards the path to the beach.

Fanboy stared after her, frozen in place for a moment as he watched her go, a blend of cool moonlight and warm patio lights illuminating her figure against the darkness. She seemed to sense his eyes on her, or maybe just that he wasn't following, because she paused and looked over her shoulder.

"Change your mind?" She asked, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

The question spurred him into action, and he started after her, pulling at his boots' laces as he went and then hopping as he tugged off his shoes and socks, desperate to be by her side as quickly as possible. She waited for him, watching the spectacle but saying nothing, even when he rejoined her.

The pair walked down to the water's edge in companionable silence, the night air cool on their skin. The beach was largely empty, only a few couples dotting the sand here and there. Fanboy was careful not to pay too close attention to what they were doing, instead keeping his eyes on the girl beside him. The girl he wasn't sure would come despite what he said to the rest of the Top Gun candidates and Penny.

"I'm glad you came," Mickey said, his voice coming out softer than he was entirely proud of. She didn't seem to mind, offering him a gentle smile and shrug, her dark hair falling off her shoulders and down her back.

"We shook on it."

He could have kissed her then.

He could picture it so clearly in his head, reaching out to tug on her hand so she turned back into him, only so he could tilt her head back and press his lips to hers. They would move together in the same gentle rhythm of the waves washing over the shore, and it would be perfect.

He could have kissed her, and he would have, if he wasn't dead certain that if he did he'd probably lose her. And she'd probably slap the shit out of him before she went.

She seemed to notice the awe on his face and misinterpret it as something else. "I'm a bit offended you think I'm the kind of person who doesn't follow through with her agreements."

"No," Fanboy said, shaking his head quickly, breaking eye contact with her to look back ahead. "I just thought you were the kind of person who doesn't talk to naval aviators."

She hesitated for the briefest of seconds before dismissing the remark with a shrug. "I'm not. I just really didn't think you'd be waiting here every night. What did you even do?"

He shrugged. "My friends were here part of the time. The rest I mostly spent talking to Penny."

"The bartender," Caro remembered, and he nodded. "About what?"

"Yours and mine's deal, what it's like for her working at the bar, Star Trek," he said, shrugging.

"Star Trek?" Caro repeated with a laugh.

He nodded. "I've been a fan since I was little. It's why I wanted to fly," he explained. "And join the Navy."

"I didn't think Star Trek was about the Navy," Caro said, eyes focused down the beach.

"It's not," he shook his head. "The characters are part of Starfleet which is kind of like the UN's peacekeeping forces meets space Navy but for exploration and diplomacy."

"Two things that militaries have historically handled extremely well," Caro snarked.

"That's the thing," Fanboy pressed. "The show shows what could be. It teaches us why we need to value diversity and—stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" Caro asked, before pressing her lips tightly back together.

"Like you're trying not to laugh at me," he said, bumping her shoulder with his.

"I just didn't think you'd be such a nerd," Caro defended, bumping his shoulder back.

"You say nerd. I say fan," Fanboy protested. He couldn't help but notice that the distance between them had closed some, the space small enough for him to reach out a finger and hook it with hers. He resisted the temptation.

"Anyway, it's how I got my callsign: Fanboy."

Caro burst out laughing, and Fanboy raised his eyebrows at her. "What?!" he asked in mock defense, a smile taking over his face.

"I can't decide if Fanboy or Mickey is worse."

He laughed then, and Caro grinned back at him.

"Alright then, tell me something I can make fun of you for," he charged.

She shook her head at him and shrugged. "Unfortunately for you, I don't really have anything you can make fun of me for."

"Nothing," he said, disbelieving.

"Nope," she answered, popping the p.

"Are you a good dancer?"

She looked up at him with a smile. "I'm a really good dancer."

"Do you have a boring job?"

"I don't have a job," she shrugged. "I just graduated USD and my cert program doesn't start until September."

"Your cert program?" he repeated, and she nodded.

"I'm going to school to become a chiropractor."

"So you're a future doctor who's a really good dancer and also extremely beautiful."

"Yeah," she nodded, beaming up at him.

The urge to kiss her rose up in him again, but he pushed it back down, instead reaching out to loosely tangle his fingers with hers before pulling his hand back to his side.

"Well, what made you want to be a chiropractor?

"Have you ever seen the TV show Bones?"

"You're really funny."

Caro shrugged. "I know."

The two continued along the beach for a moment more in silence before Caro spoke again. "I just think the spine's really interesting–how it coordinates so much of what happens in the body. I just think it's underrated. Like people know it's important, but so few people actually care for it until suddenly they have back problems or get in a car accident."

He nodded, waiting for her to continue.

Instead, she offered him a sheepish smile "I totally just have you something to make fun of me with, didn't I?"

"No," he shook his head. "It's a good point."

"Really?" Caro raised an eyebrow. "Because I think I just said that the spine was underrated."

He cracked a smile and shrugged. "Maybe I just think you're right."

The conversation wound from there, Fanboy sharing some of his other interests much to Caro's delight and teasing. Caro continued to amaze him, with her wit and insight and stories of musical festivals and time as a yoga instructor.

It almost felt like no time had passed by the time he finally looked at his phone and realized he had to wake up in five hours.

"So," Fanboy started, prompting a smile from Caro. He wouldn't be surprised if she already knew the question he was about to ask. "This rule about not dating naval aviators…how firm is it?"

"Pretty firm," Caro affirmed, nodding her head.

"Bad experience?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I just live too close to base for there to be any mystique. I've seen this story play out too many times."

"You've seen our story play out?" He asked, brows raised in amusement. "You should have mentioned you were psychic."

Caro stared at him, unimpressed, but he pressed on. "How does it go?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes with a shrug. "You go through Top Gun and split your scraps of free time between me and your friends, but somehow I still end up too attached. After your program's up, you go back to wherever it was you're from or maybe off on some assignment, and I'm left behind. If we're really stupid, we kid ourselves that we can do long distance, but that crashes and burns within a couple of months and ends with at least one person getting hurt."

She went silent after that, her face somber as the moment stretched out before she broke free of her thoughts and shrugged again. "The only way it works is casual and short and that's not for me."

"Definitely not," he agreed.

She shot him a quizzical look. "I can't tell if you're making fun of me or trying to agree with whatever I say so I break the rule."

He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. "No, I just meant--you don't seem like the type to love 'em and leave 'em, and I can't see anyone spending five minutes with you and thinking they could shake you off as just a one night stand."

Whatever stormcloud had hovered over Caro while sharing the reasoning behind her rule seemed to dissipate, and instead she seemed amused by his analysis. "What about you?" Caro asked.

"After one night? I think it'd take at least a month to get you out of my system," Fanboy nodded. "Maybe two, depending on how good it was."

She laughed then, and he grinned, thankful for the sound.

"No, I meant, can you do casual and short? One night stands?"

He shrugged. "Not usually."

"Ohhh," Caro said, taking a step back to make a show of looking him up and down. "So you're the 'I don't usually do things like this' guy?" She laughed as she accused him, and he couldn't help but laugh too, shaking his head and looking down at his feet.

"You are!" she exclaimed, coming closer once more to walk beside him.

"In my defense, it's true!" he defended.

"Mhmm," Caro hummed skeptically, bumping her shoulder against his. "Of course it is, Fanboy."

"It is," he insisted. "I'd much rather date you than just go back to your place."

He meant it, and he hoped that she could see it in his face. As much as he would enjoy a night in her bed, making her forget how ridiculous she found his names as she cried them out, it wouldn't be the same if he didn't get to wake up with her in his arms.

Caro flushed, looking off to the side and away from him, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Alright, well, you've still got your question and your guess for my number."

"So I have a chance?" Fanboy asked, tapping at the back of her hand with a finger.

"At getting my number," Caro responded, moving her hand away and offering him a coy look instead.

He bit his lip and nodded. "Ok. Fair enough."

The pair stopped at the bottom of the path up to the Hard Deck's parking lot, Fanboy narrowing his eyes in mock-assessment as he looked over Caro. He had thought about this moment too over the past few days, contemplating what question he would ask to confirm his guess. It had only taken a few hours and seven scratched out options in the margins of his notepad.

"Do you relate to the lyrics?"

She didn't answer right away. Instead, she stood in thought, and he wondered if the lyrics were running through her head right now in the same way that they filled his. He wondered if she was matching the same snippets of verses to herself that he had when pairing them up with memories and the facts she revealed about herself on their walk.

Finally a small smile turned up the corner of her mouth.

"Yeah," she said, and then nodded to herself. "I do."

Fanboy nodded too, waiting a beat and fighting the smile rising to the surface.

"You have a guess?" Caro asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I have the answer," he corrected and her eyebrows shot up as she ooohed at him playfully. "It's 'She Way Out' from The 1975."

Her jaw dropped.

But instead of the surprise or amusement that he had hoped for—or the throwing of herself into his arms that he had dreamed of—apprehension crossed her features.

"How did you—how did you know?"

All of the quips he's come up with about his strategy or cleverness or own psychic ability flew from him in the wake of her unease. Instead, he softened and admitted the truth: "I asked your friends after you left on Friday."

"They told you?!" she burst, indignantly.

"Sort of," he said, tilting his head back and forth. "One of them was going to, but then the other convinced her not to. She said I should at least put in some of the work."

"Sami," Caro breathed. He couldn't remember the girl's name, but Caro seemed so sure, he nodded.

"She gave me the band after I beat her in darts. And bought a couple of rounds."

Caro barked out a laugh at this.

"I looked them up, saw they only had one album and listened to it a few times. It's pretty good."

"It's incredible," Caro corrected. She continued to stare at him before shaking her head. "I can't believe you just listened to it and guessed."

"Well, I had the answers to my questions," Fanboy said. "But that one reminded me the most of you."

Caro started to say something, but he cut her off half-singing, "She said it's not about your body / It's just social implications are brought upon by this party that we're sitting in."

She blinked several times before finally quipping, "And here I was thinking you were about to call me intelligent or compliment my style." As she said this, she fished into her pocket, pulling out a crumpled napkin with purple writing on it and passing it to him.

She Way Out - The 1975

619 - 92 - 113

He looked up and grinned at her.

"I'm still not going to date you," she said, turning around and heading up to the gravel parking lot, Fanboy lightly jogging to catch up with her.

"Of course not."

"But since my friends are off starting their new lives and you're stuck here for a bit, maybe we can hang out."

"Sounds good," he nodded, walking with her over to her car. She pulled open the door, but before she could sit down, he leaned on top of the frame. "What are you doing Friday? Wanna hang out?"

"Text me," she said, offering a grin. "And we'll see."

Next Chapter: Ch. 4 - I Ain't the Same

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[cubic-watermelon]

My big fat Pokemon rant:

Hey there lovelies, this is going to be a long rant about my thoughts on the state of the Pokemon games.

WARNING: Personal opinion ahead, proceed with caution!

I love Pokémon, if you can't tell, I'm basically a Poké-artist at this point. So it pains me to have to do this but I can't leave these feeling inside any longer. I feel like the last genuinely good Pokemon game was either Black and White 2 or X and Y. In gen 7 (Sun and Moon) the hand holding was absurd, I remember just wanting to play the games and was interrupted several times in the beginning of the games. But I could have excused that if not for the Ultra games... they're DLC for Sun and Moon at the full price of a new game and it bothers me that they did this...

this brings us to Scarlet and Violet, the broken, unfinished first open world games of Pokémon's history. Before this, gamefreak experimented with Legends Arceus, in my opinion the best recent pokémon experience. it has a lot of flaws, like not being able to play PVP matches, the lack of breeding and proper competitive training, the graphics, textures and, some times, lag.

It looked like a Gamecube game. People kept comparing it to TLOZ BOTW and why it couldn't look like it. Is the Switch too weak? NO! the switch showed time and time again that it can handle graphically complex and beautiful games, like monster hunter and dragon's dogma. So, is the Pokemon team this incompetent? Remember pokemon Let's go eevee and pikachu? say what you will about those games but they looked polished and beautiful!

Also, you could ride your own Pokemon. But yes, not the same type of game, so I can't compare. And hey, graphics aren't important and I had so much fun with Legends, I also never encountered any glitches besides the camera going through the floor.

Sword and shield are not amazing but at least they have some polish! no major glitches, fun game play, decent graphics... where they fail is in the areas we've learned to expect from pokemon, the character pop ins, the grass growing, the textures loading and in the animation department - If a character is going to do some "complicated" animations, the screen just fades to black, sound effects play, fades back with the character in a new place... It's 2023, those "animations" are inexcusable! Also the horrible and recycled character animations:

but that alone doesn't ruin the games, it's just that Pokemon is a BILLION dollar company! You'd think they could afford good animators. But I actually like Sword and Shield so let's talk about Scarlet and Violet. Man, where do I start with this. I mean, we've all seen the glitch compilations online, but I myself have only seen the regular going through the floor ones, but that's no excuse. the character animations are better (specially during cut scenes) but nothing to write home about. What really bugs me is the amount of lag that almost makes the game unplayable to me. if they weren't ready to make an open world game, they shouldn't have. if they needed more time, they should have delayed it.

the Pokemon and overworld characters keep popping in like in the previous games but it's somehow worse(?) you'd think Mesagoza wouldn't have lag because it´s closed off and has a loading screen but you'd be wrong. the towns and the ppl in them lost their souls, you can't go in the buildings and NPCs have nothing to say. The graphics are, somehow, worst than in sword, shield and legends! (legends had those texturing problems but was still very pretty).

Sure legends isn't a real open world game, but need I remind you BOTW runs on the same hardware?

And what other Open world and semi-open world games are there for the switch with much more complex graphics and textures that run without lag?

Meanwhile Scarlet and Violet here looking like a game from the 2000s

But one thing it did right was making the Pokemon textures better.

But if that's why the games are unfinished, I don't want them.

let's talk about the new gimmick now, the tera raid battles. they´re a mess, there´s nothing else to say.

The tera Pokemon are fine and a good addition but the raids are almost unplayable. I can't tell what's going on half the time! Sometimes my Pokemon disappears or goes through the floor. Sometimes no one moves for 5 minutes, the menu is gone, you can't input commands, everyone goes invisible, the tera mon is not there and then someone died 5 times, it's all over and I did nothing! WTF!

you know what I loved and was fun? Dynamax raids! Why not just do the same but with tera mons??? I´ll never know. who the fuck made these games? The B team? Probably the Z team!

If it sounds like I'm being too harsh, it's because I love Pokemon, but I hate this. I don't want this. I really like Scar/Vio's Story and characters but I could not enjoy this game the way I wanted. It's not a money issue! give your guys more time to make games!

And to finish things off, here's what I'dd add or fix:

- Let me mass release Pokemon in boxes! GOD!!! I do a lot of breeding! I need this! Pokemon Legends had it and it didn't had breeding WTF!!! - if your'e doing an open world RPG with a leveling system, please have level scaling! it's not hard to implement! I got lost, beat the gyms in the wrong order, the games overall was a cake walk. if your afraid it'll be too hard for the little babies just have - easy - medium - hard - difficulties! that should have been in the games by now! - Give me a reason to want to replay the league and play on the tournaments! by now I have full teams of competitive level 100 mons, but the tournaments keep the "high" levels of the late game and stops scaling them, so if I want to test out my teams, I can't. Also the prizes could be actually good! like battle items or mints or ability patches. Make the tournaments hard!!!! it's post game!!! it can be hard!!!! Also throw us a bone and add old characters participating in the tournaments like in Black and White 2! - why can't I see the meal power timer screen while camping? that's just weird! I want to know how much longer I have egg power on! why can't I see it!!! makes no sense! (also if you're making a sandwich beware of the tiny earthquakes that happen during the making of the sandwich... much polish) - for the shiny hunters: Legends did it right. There's an audible queue when a shiny spawns, a visual effect and they DO NOT despawn! Meanwhile here I am looking at a group of Flabébé like:

and if you look away for 3 seconds, it's GONE!!!

also can we talk about the random balls? yes, the ones that show up sometimes when you go inside rooms or during cut-scenes:

yeah, what's up with that???

What do I want for the future of Pokemon? Finished, polished fun games please. Also Megas, but Megas are controversial, I loved them. this is a minor thing but I'd like a proper character creator. Most of the ppl playing are adults and we can only play as 10 year olds... why cant I be a middle aged man with a full beard chasing pokemon around the world to be the very best?!

I'm done ranting! I think I said everything that was on my mind. I still love Pokemon, I'm gonna keep playing this broken ass game. Feel free to agree or disagree with me, and tell me how I cherry picked my examples XD I'd genuinely love to know your opinions on all of this.

Stop defending billion dollar corporations just because they give a product you love! sometimes they need to be called out on their bullshit.

Have a good one.

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[a-regular-ol-pill]

just recently discovered your blog and i like your current content! i was wondering if you could do a hayabusa x f!reader where reader is insecure of kagura and hanabi? angst with a happy ending pleasee

"If not for.."

Mobile Legends; Bang Bang

Pairing; Hayabusa, You.

SFW

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Small note for requester; I'm sincerely glad you enjoy my content, and I hope this sprinkles a bit of angst in your day! (I REALLY overwrote this because I almost had this same experience.. I'm so sorry if it barely has anything to do with your idea!)

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Warning(s); Mentions of Killing, Near death situation, Insecurities, Rumors, Mental health problems, literally angst and heartbreak, etc..?

Word Count; N/A

Second Person Perspective.

Pronouns used for reader; 'She', 'Her', etc...

Prompt;

"You hate the fact that people compare you to someone that's better for Hayabusa."

It was a miracle, how someone like you landed a relationship with Hayabusa. Most of the town knew that he was arranged to marry Hanabi, everyone meaning you as well. You were often called a 'homewrecker' for making Hayabusa 'confused' of his feelings. Even Kagura could have landed a better shot in winning Hayabusa's heart, and his parents. Which is something that you; can't do. Both of them were drop dead gorgeous, Hayabusa could have easily won them over, or be won over by them.

So why did it have to be you?

Why did it have to be you that caught his eye everytime you walk by? Why did it have to be you that he secretly asked out before everything went public? Why did it have to be you that stole his heart the moment you became friends? Why? It was the same thing every day, you notice him and the two girl's chemistry grow into an even bigger one, while the townsfolk shame you for something you couldn't control.

Rinse, repeat, recycle as they say. But recycling those everyday incidents breaks you bit by bit. Not healing, not reseting— as if the previous day didn't matter. Of course it does! Gosh, you were a mess for not being able to talk to that problem with Hayabusa. Everytime you try, it's either your own guardian pulling you back to 'save a marriage', or, a passerby that despises the ever living crap out of you— also holding you back because of the rumor that you seduced the poor man.

Your heart ached at every insult that was thrown at you. And you couldn't even find comfort in your own lover that caused the whole mess. You could always feel your legs shaking when Hayabusa knocks on your door. It wasn't like the good old times that you were simply flustered— No. Everything's even more complicated than that. Every single day when you holed up in your room, you could always overhear the whispers of joy when they thought you were giving up. Which wasn't far from the truth.

Every day, you found yourself being lost. Lost of the person you once was. You wonder how you became the person you were before. Were you caring? Did you take so much information so you could babble about useless things that people won't even listen to anyways? How did you even dress every day? Did you wear robes? Dresses? Kimono's? Who were you to everyone, before you became the 'homewrecker'?

Everytime you peak out to see what was up, and hopefully have a moment of silence to yourself in the forest. You'd find the horrible image of Hayabusa either talking, or flirting with Hanabi or Kagura. Literally draining out every emotion and energy you had to try and calm yourself. You'd find yourself in the room after seeing the sickening image, shaking and crying to the point where you'll get thirsty, and pass out every hour— Because of the fear of going out, you couldn't quench your undying thirst.

Your brain wasn't even on your side. It'll force itself to create sickening images of Hayabusa with Kagura. Having a picnic, while Hanabi's training with him, and laughing when one of them falls to their butt. Hell— You'd even hyperventilated after waking up from that image. But no one was there to help you, not your 'friends', not your family. Not even Hayabusa. Did he even notice your absence? Did he even realize the shit talk people were giving you?

To put it simply, no. He had not. He kept being distracted, and having so much fun with his childhood friend— That he failed to notice the heartbroken eyes on him. He failed to notice your shaky body before you locked yourself in. And he failed to hear the whispers of joy that you clearly heard. It could have been a whole year of not realizing you were gone— If only your sibling hadn't come back from their scouting for more supplies.

If it had not been for your sibling, he would have failed to hear the loud cries of help when your sibling found you— Barely even heaving in your state. If it had not been for your sibling, he would have never remembered the; Still current state of your relationship. And if it had not been for your sibling... well. Hayabusa would have been crying over your grave. But he's not.

He's with you, drowing out your sibling's exclaims of how arrogant he was for not taking care of you, and drowing out how your sibling made your guardian choke on their own blood. Just like how you choked in your tears. Everyone was shitty to you, even him. If not for your sibling... you might've just rotted in your own room for months, until someone came to check on the foul smell. Not to check on you, but for the horrid smell.

Five days. Five days of absence and ignorance, this is the result. An empty husk of the person he loved the most. He has hopes he could revive you, bring back peace to your soul that has received nothing but abuse for finding love. Love that he could have cherished, the same way you cherished every moment with him. Stupidity, and ignorance. He despises them, but acted on them out of pure bliss, bliss from the people that helped cause the whole thing. His two other friends. Not because they spread the rumor themselves, but because they were always, and perfectly paired with Hayabusa. How ironic was that?

Oh, how he wished to go back in time to check up on you, even before you started losing your mind over the whispers of the townsfolk. He'd kill everyone in the village he's bound to protect, just to bring you back. If not, get a reaction out of you. Because right now, you're only staring at a previously hot bowl of soup. It'd turned cold from how long you were looking at it. He could see you weren't the same. The eyes, it was the one that gave it away. Those lifeless, and sunken eyes that made you look like death. Truthfully, He was the cause of it.

He knew he was the last person you'd want to talk to, but he still had to try. He reached his hand out and gently urged the bowl up, to his relief— You obliged, and let the bowl press between your lips, and let the soup run down your throat. In any other occasion, you would have choked. But for some odd reason, you didn't, and downed the whole thing in one go. The bland taste of cold soup lingered in your mouth. But it helped with your cannibalizing stomach.

The tension was unbearably thick for Hayabusa, seeing you motionless and not moving drove him insane with guilt. He could barely picture your awestrucking image, or hear your voice. It was faint in his mind, and he couldn't help but groan quietly. He hadn't even felt your hand without his gloves. That didn't happen, and now— He craved to feel it. Hope was something he hadn't been desperate of, but he's plenty desperate of it now. He looked up to see you, eyes closed and breathing softly. Of course you had to sleep.. everything literally and figuratively punched you in the face, after all.

"Just one second.." He whispered to no one in particular, immediately taking off his gloves in one swift movement before lacing your fingers through his. Your hand felt cold to the touch, but the warmth he felt after feeling your hand felt nice. One second became an hour, as he had fell asleep on your thigh. You weren't oblivious of course, you saw how he doubted himself before finally holding your hand. There was some sense of comfort to that, but you weren't eager to cherish it. It didn't feel the same. Probably because he didn't have his gloves on, but still..

Days. It took days for you to go back to 'normal'. You moved around a lot more, and have recovered from your physical trauma. But not mental one. When Hayabusa was finally able to hug you— He was immediately punched in the gut by your words; "Things aren't just gonna magically go back to normal from a hug. It isn't the same anymore." From that, he became restless and grew more fearful at the thought of losing you. He just got you back, but you had your relationship in the tips of your fingers...

You could drop everything, and leave him rotting his brain from overthinking. Though.. that wasn't how you were. A part of you that your mental health left was your kindness, and giving attitude of agreeing to give him a second chance. Hayabusa swore that the gods gave him a chance he didn't deserve. But considering that he could be re-living the bright relationship he had with you, how dumb will he be to refuse?

Chances that will be used for a good intention is something that you can take. He can take in this case. He would take every chance to be with you, and just cherish you— Like how you cherished him. At night, he would sneak into your house to whisper loving things to you to help you sleep. He won't make the same mistake again.

Call him obsessed, because he won't care. As long as he knows he's putting you into consideration. That's all he needs to keep on living, without guilt..

I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3

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[imsailorpluto]

Island - 아일랜드

thoughts pt xyz, pre-finale

It all started with a few cool gifs on suggested for you page. Then I found the show and watched the first part. Next thing you know, I was reading the old manhwa, it was like discovering oasis in the middle of a desert. At first I was ecstatic but then disappointment hit me and I tried to brush it off. I thought reading manhwa would give me some solid answers regarding drama. Despite the fact it didn't, reading this unfinished masterpiece was extremely enjoyable. There is a new remake of manhwa, which I'm not a big fan of and honestly doubt I'll be finishing it (but you never know, curiosity does wonders if applied constructively).

The thing is, I'm in love with the old graphics of Island. This is it for me. I don't want the reboot. I want the old manhwa to continue where it stopped. That's Island.

If you've meet Pan and Miho through manhwa, then watching the drama might be quite shocking. These two (four??) characters only resemble each other. As a matter of fact, atmospheres these two products bring are not comparable at all. The only consistency that keeps binding manhwa and drama seems to be Johan or John, whatever you want to call him, although even he was wrongfully neglected too many times. He isn't a weak boy who can easily be stopped by someone pulling on his hoodie, and although such depiction does contribute to his cute image, it also contributes to making him look weak. That, he most certainly is not, which is greatly covered by manhwa.

Liking Johan is as easy as breathing. He deserves the world. If that character came to life and asked for anything, my card would fall out of the wallet and start hitting the desk all by itself that instant. No questions asked. The end.

While this isn't an attempt to draw parallels between drama and manhwa, I can't help but think why the writers chose their approach of bringing many tremendous changes. There's so much potential in the story and character development, but that's all. It's just the potential. Miho is regressing as a character as drama continues in pt 2, and so is Pan. And all for the sake of recycling an overused love story.

Just don't mess with the original code if it works, ok?

I can't deal with this pairing. Yes, it was cute at first how Miho and Pan interacted in part 1. They made my heart flutter. It's something about Pan's lack of interest and Miho's character portrayal in part 1 along with her fascination with Pan in those very first episodes that made their dynamics charming. Their toxic interaction tickled my imagination, just like everyone else's. Anticipation of possible romance between these two fit in there perfectly. However, actually going a step further in a way it was executed (in ep 10) feels inconsistent with the previous events.

Can't we have yearning and bond as deep as the sea that isn't romantic? Because their bond was pretty special. She actually needed him to protect her from lust demons. She was desperate at this point. It was either she dies or she hires a "killer" to protect her.

What's wrong with "I'm a half-demon and would kill you but you pay me well so I'm not going to" or "I promised not to let those demons harm you and that alone is the reason I am there for you, don't be fooled". Can't we have a human falling for a half-demon who's been out of touch with his humanity for so long that he doesn't even take Miho's feelings (in development) seriously?

It didn't felt right when Pan pushed Miho's head into the desk in part 1, but something about Miho reaching out to him nonetheless makes all the difference here. That's the point. That's them.

Couldn't writers work more on that toxicity, since that's how their relationship started in the first place? Somehow we got damsel in distress and knight in a shining armor instead, even for a brief moment in ep 10. I love a good romance but the drastic shift from their original selves doesn't sit right with me. Characters went from 2.0 to beta-testing mode.

Appealing to the masses just doesn't seem like a suitable explanation anymore. Someone who is only getting familiar with Island through watching the drama will almost certainly get awfully confused before disappointment hits them, let's keep it real. Wrapping up is rather clumsy and episodes leave impression as if different crews worked separately on filming. Making one slow burner episode in a 12 episode challenge is something most would frown upon. Making more than one slow burner episode while not resolving so many important issues most definitely won't sit right with the audience. Well, it's done. Whether we like it or not.

Then there's Gungtan, a whole mess of a character. Beautiful. Tragic. Broken. Beyond repair. But only on the surface.

While the old manhwa has John in the position of writer's personal punching bag, in drama that special place is reserved for both Pan and Gungtan. Gungtan appears in the remake of manhwa for the first time and his purpose there is killing Pan, apparently. That's as far as I've got, which is really not even half-way through. In drama, however, writers put him through hell and back, for the sake of creating a generic super-villain. It's been implied that his purpose is killing Wonjeong/Miho, but something doesn't feel right about this. Again.

My what will be what now? Honey, can we talk about this? You know I want only what's best for you. Let's have some nice warm tea, I've even baked you your favourite cookies. Let's take a shower, put on some fresh clothes and then we can go to the park and have a little picnic out in the sun. Come on now.

Writers, why couldn't you make a choice on time and stick to it? Why would anyone appreciate this poor and hurried attempt of vilifying? Are we building a complex character who is also a villain? Are we adding some very realistic depths to his character and making him look more human? Or are we making a simple cold-blooded murderer without a proper backstory because there is simply no humanity in him to begin with and therefore this whole narration is useless? What the hell are we doing? We can't do both at once. Because I'm pretty sure accidentally turning him into an actual protagonist of the show in few easy steps cannot be "fixed" by a (useless/pointless) shocking mass murder, preceded by lovey-dovey fabrication pulled out of thin air. Only to bring him back to factory settings from part 1 all over again. I'm taking it as screenwriter's cry for help, nothing more and nothing less. Did that second mass murder even happen? Not in my head it didn't.

Fear of the audience favorizing Gungtan, murderer of the whole religious sect of child abusers, over a forced cliché beauty and a beast love story, between a damsel in distress and a morally enlightened demon-slayer who is half demon himself, is very real. God forbid that happens, of course. Well, it's happening anyways and no cheap trick will stop it. He stole the show, it's done.

We. Love. Gungtan.

May the babygirlification begin. Starting sequence in 3, 2, 1

Leaving manhwa aside, the series had a huge potential to go in so many different directions, without even following original plotline. That's exactly what happened, it went into too many different directions at the same time and ended up being a huge mess difficult to clean up and wrap up. The only thing that makes me cling to it is the genre it represents and what's left of main characters, as each of them has their own well distinguishable charm. I'm loving the series, despite what it turned into.

It's like putting on every piece of clothing you ever looked good in, all at once, at the same time, because, well, you think you'll look even better. And it doesn't work that way. Or buying all the finest ingredients you could find and thinking it will make the food taste heavenly but instead you've got served Rachel Green’s Thanksgiving Trifle, so what do we do now?

All in all, it's easy to conclude even writers got lost in redefining already well defined plotlines, so nobody truly knows what is going on and why. Formulas for success got mixed up pretty badly. Even without taking manhwa in consideration, there's that bitter-sweet taste. Nothing is clear and everything's been mushed. It takes some time for impressions to set, but as time goes by, the less I am happy with the final result.

It's gonna be better next time. Hwaiting!

Pluto's out

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[jimblejamblewritings]

sweet & sour | part 2.

Summary: Y/N L/N. Ex-member of the girl group Lemonade. Ilvermorny was great until everything fell apart between her and her group members. Needing a break, she decides to transfer to Hogwarts.

Warnings: none

Pairing: george wealsey x black!reader

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N I: so many off canon things, so many

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Were you a bit bummed that no guys had the confidence to sign up for cheer? Yes. Were you also a bit bummed that it was such a foreign concept that half the girls that signed up decided to go back to quidditch or just cheer in the stands, they only came for LC anyway? Also, yes. But you had enough girls to mimic a cheer team structure back at Ilvermorny. The young ones would learn cheers and cheer with you. The older girls would learn dances as well in order to perform during the halftime while the players were resting before finishing the game.

Not that you didn’t love the babies but even at Ilvermorny, it was more fun for the older girls if you got to do some moves that you would never feel comfortable letting the little ones do. It was one thing for you guys to do a cute booty pop. But let anyone comment on the eleven year olds and they were going to get a cheer shoe to the groin or a mouthful of pom pom. You looked at the girls in front of you. It was a solid group. Everyone sat in a circle and introduced themselves with the ice breakers you gave— more for your benefit than each other’s.

“Nice to meet everyone. I’m (Y/N), I’ve been a singer since my first year at Ilvermorny. My fun fact? Hmm, my first kiss was filming our music video for Phoenix Wings.”

“Really?” a fifth year girl asked.

“Yeah, really. It was… bad.”

That made everyone laugh. You tapped your knee in thought.

“My favorite thing about Hufflepuff… well, it’s been a week so my answer is gonna be lame but I’m glad we’re badgers. It’s a lot easier to make cheers with the word badger than pukwudgie. Okay, now that we all know each other a bit, it’s time for housekeeping. We need to come with practice times and decide on a team captain, a co-captain, and what we liked to call training brooms back in Ilvermorny.”

“Training brooms?” Susan asked.

“Two girls in fifth or fourth year that specifically shadow captain and co-captain in order to take their spots after graduation. Cheer is a team, a family. Each older girl takes a baby under her wing and we’re all here for each other… at least we should be.”

Hufflepuff seemed to like that. The girls didn’t hesitate to make you captain because of the experience. Hannah Abott was co-captain. Meredith Caxton was your training broom, Lucille Brannon was Hannah’s. All of the older girls found a younger student or two to shadow. With everyone paired up, it was time for more official cheer business.  

“Okay, we’re going to keep it simple. A few cheers that we can recycle for the whole first game and a dance. We’ll slowly add more as the weeks go by. Sound good?”

The girls nodded.

“Awesome. Hogwarts isn’t ready for us. In America, badgers bite. We’re gonna kick ass, ladies.”

Susan Bones smiled. “Maybe they’ll stop making fun of our house. Do we get those cool American uniforms?”

You laughed as the girls started inputting ideas for uniforms. It wasn’t your girl group but it was a cheer team. It felt a bit like before. It felt good actually. Surprisingly, the squad was ready to start practice right away. You all agreed to practice when your quidditch team practiced which was early mornings on Monday and Wednesday, right after classes ended on Tuesday and Friday. Even if the team had their practice canceled or switched with another house, that would be the time for you guys no matter what. You sent an owl to your mom when practice ended.

The team needed uniforms, and good ones. Your mom might have been famous for designing handbags but she got her start with clothes, learning from your grandmother— way before you were born. She’d probably send more than just uniforms because that was just her. When it came to the wizarding world, she tended to overcompensate because she felt bad that she just couldn’t understand it as a No-maj. You tried to tell her a thousand times that it was fine because you loved your mom no matter what. She listened to the part where you said you loved her. She ignored the part where you said she didn’t have to go above and beyond.

Since Susan and Hannah were in your year, the three of you went to the library after practice to finish Charms homework. They were halfway paying attention to their homework and halfway buzzing about cheer. You sighed in relief at seeing what you had to write an essay about. Ilvermorny’s dual track paid off a bit when it came to transferring— you had already learned certain magic because it was just necessary for performing safely. You already had a written essay on the benefits of the Extinguishing Spell. Professor Flitwick wouldn’t know if you recycled an essay. You just needed your mom to send a picture of it so you could copy it on fresh parchment— bless that woman for keeping all of your schoolwork.

Belgium was ahead of you in time zones but she must have gone home early instead of staying at her work studio because not even ten minutes later, a picture of your essay was on your phone. Susan caught you switching between your phone and your parchment— writing with a pen and not a quill. You confessed your plan after being caught.

“Well, I won’t tell if you don’t.” She looked at Hannah.

Hannah just shook her head and took off her prefect badge.

“It’s not plagiarism if it’s your own work… but I’m going to need one of the glitter pens you were taking Potions notes in.”

You grabbed the purple one from your bag and handed it to her. The three of you looked at each other before laughing, hands covering mouths to try and stop the sound from being too loud. Laughter was like a beacon signal to a certain set of twins and their three partners in crime. Fred stuck his head from around the bookshelf to see. When he said it was you, the group got up from their table to move to yours.

You gave them a wave as you finished penning the essay onto fresh parchment. Since they were all a year older than you, you didn’t have any classes with them. That didn’t stop them from saying hello whenever they saw you in the corridors this entire first week. Susan and Hannah stayed until dinner when you parted ways to sit at Gryffindor table after being roped into doing it. You didn’t mind. Back at Ilvermorny, your house only sat together at breakfast. Afterwards, everyone mixed it up. Hogwarts was definitely more concerned with House loyalty than Ilvermorny was. If it wasn’t sports, it didn’t matter as much.  

“So,” Lee started. “First week is finished. How do you feel?”

“Different. Normally there’s a concert happening by now and my feet are on ice every night.”

“You can still hold a concert, you know.”

“Ha.”

You shook your head and took a bite of food. Your friends were confused as to what Lee said that was so funny to you. Your anxiety was still bad. Just because you weren’t an Ilvermorny student anymore didn’t mean that the administration stopped caring about you. Monday lunch period— Dr. Susan’s mornings— was dedicated to you sitting in a classroom and speaking through a patronus while you ate lunch and she had breakfast. The mere thought of a concert made you sweat. You couldn’t remember the last time you had sung a song out loud past the first verse.

“I like the classes.” You switched topics. “The teachers are cool, it still feels weird saying professor. I feel like I’m in college.”

“And the people?” Alicia asked.

“Don’t give a shit that I’m a Newmaj and that’s awesome… the accents are still going to take a minute. No lie, when Seamus talks I understand every other word.”

“Love, you’re the one with the accent.” Angelina pointed out.

You leaned past her. “Harry! Who has the accent, me or Angelina?”

Gryffindor chuckled. They all answered you at once. You just grabbed your glass of pumpkin juice.

“Well, come to my turf and we’ll see who has the accent then.”

You were going to say something else but an owl dropped off a package. You opened it to see a bunch of designs. Your mother worked fast. She seemed to just be excited that you were having a good time. Ilvermorny last year made her worried beyond her wildest belief about you, even considering moving back from Belgium so you wouldn’t have to be a part of the boarding program. Anxiety leaning into depression wasn’t something you had dealt with before and the change scared her. Hogwarts was already an improvement. She was going to do whatever it took to help keep it that way.

You jumped up from Gryffindor table to show the girls what your mom had come up with after you sent her the list of ideas. Everyone clustered together from where they had been sitting with other friends and looked at the drawings. Your ballpoint pen clicked and you took tallies of the votes. There weren’t just uniform designs but bows and poms and even practice gear. Your mom had several witches and wizards in her shop.

It had started with two squibs who felt safe with a No-maj that had a Newmaj daughter. They felt less isolated from the wizarding world. News spread from them and soon your mom was the only No-maj in her own work studio. But that meant that certain things got cranked out quickly because of magic. Even with all the designs she presented, you would get everything in time for the first game.

Lemonade rehearsal was seamlessly replaced with Hufflepuff cheer practice. You had a new schedule that you enjoyed. Classes were alright— none of your professors seemed to catch on to the recycled homework. You had become rather close to some people that not once mentioned LC unless you did first. You moved differently. You realized as the first game of the season approached that the ‘differently’ was really ‘slowly’. Ilvermorny was Lemonade, school productions, cheer, and classes. Hogwarts was cheer and classes. You were moving at half speed for the first time since first year. It felt nice.

At first, it had you on edge because you felt lazy but then it became pleasant. You told the girls such as you all got ready in the morning on game day. You guys had been practicing with a closed practice— staying in the seventh floor classroom until the first game. Afterwards, at Lucille’s suggestion, you would practice outside sometimes at the quidditch pitch. It was important, anyway, so stand formations could be cleaner if you had ample practice time on them. But the squad wanted their debut to be a big surprise so you all kept very hush hush until it was time.

No one blinked an eye at seeing Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff quidditch members in their jumpers or jerseys instead of the normal school uniform top. However, the students choked on their breakfast when you and the rest of the cheer team walked in. Since quidditch players got to wear their uniform on game day for the entire day, you asked if cheer could do the same. Professor Sprout agreed right away. She was thoroughly enjoying the moves that Hufflepuff was making. You realized that the Head of your House was more competitive than people suspected. All of Hufflepuff seemed to be underestimated. Like a girl group project, that made you want to work hard to change that.

Classic cheer uniforms just like the ones at Ilvermorny were what you all were wearing. Your mother was kind enough to make bows for everyone herself, wanting you all to have something handmade that took time. You were positive she was just overly happy that your transition seemed to be going well. The other tables— actually even your table— were looking at the bright yellow accents on short black cheer skirts. Some of the girls were in jackets because the Great Hall was cold and you were all in the sleeveless option since it was still warm weather for the first few games. They could see the jackets go farther than the uniform.

You were all giggling over something Meredith had said right before walking in. You were also gushing because Lucille was dating Heidi. Since Heidi was on the quidditch team, Lucille had her letterman jacket on while the Chaser was wearing her jersey since it was too warm to her to wear the jumper. Dating a quidditch player for the jacket was not the primary reason that you should date a quidditch player but the entire squad agreed that it looked damn good with the cheer uniform.  

“Bloody hell,” Neville murmured while the others nodded.

They watched you casually flip your hair after having adjusted the cheer bow at the base of the ponytail of your half-up half-down style. Cedric blinked twice and you gave him a big smile.

“Still think it’s dorky?” You asked.

He stumbled through a recovery. “Well, we’ve only seen the outfits.”

“Mmm hmm, okay, Cedric.” You and the Hufflepuff girls winked at each other.

The ones wearing jackets took them off with a flourish. To say you were all feeling yourself was an understatement. The Hufflepuff girls felt damn cool and wanted to show it off to everyone else. Practices were met with lots of determination. Even the girls that couldn’t dance had taken care to learn steps, practicing in their dorm even after official practice had ended.

They had been sick of being overlooked by everyone that wasn’t in their House. You had learned a lot during practices. After they had said that, you came up with an even better halftime routine and the best cheer introduction that you could come up with. You had combined some of the crowd’s favorite parts from old cheers and dances at Ilvermorny over the years to create new ones for Hogwarts.

Your entire table was confused as their food disappeared only for you all to jump onto the table. Opening cheer introductions was everyone’s favorite part of the start of quodpot season back at Ilvermorny. The students loved seeing how each squad antagonized the others and hyped up their House team— all in good fun of course.

There weren’t any other squads to antagonize so the introductions for the cheerleaders were abandoned. But, you still had a quidditch team to hype and you girls were going to do your damn best to hype them up. You were captain by default of being the only cheerleader before— even then you wanted all the girls to have fun. So, you let Susan take over the duty of starting introductions.

“Five, six, seven, eight!”

Stomp, clap. Stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, clap.

You all followed the rhythmic pattern set before pointing to Ravenclaw all the way on the other side of the hall.

“You get no respect in here!”

All of your voices blended and rang throughout the hall as you continued the cheer with the moves that everyone learned.

“The best team is over here! We are the ones that you should fear! Fall back cause the new champs are here!”

At that, the Hufflepuff quidditch team smiled a bit. You gave the rival table a wink. Everyone watched you all pull out your wands and shimmery yellow and black letters fireworks appeared above the table. The squad threw your wands up like batons and caught them, tucking them back into a safe pocket in your cheer skirts.

That was an idea directly from Nola for all the cheer squads three years ago at Ilvermorny because one of the captains didn’t like how cumbersome it looked to tuck wands back in after using them for effects. It was brilliant to act like they were part of the routine. The fireworks formed the words that you suddenly yelled.  

“Badger Roll Call!”

The quidditch team members’ names spelled themselves above your heads. You all called out their names and did the special dance move attached to each one— Lucille and Susan came up with most of them. The affair ended with ‘Hufflepuff’ spelled out.

“Go Puffs!”

You all jumped down from the table, food reappearing for everyone to eat. The other tables burst out into applause. The other girls were reveling in it saying how they felt cool. You noticed that your leg was bouncing when the whole affair was over but tried to ignore it. Cedric gave slow claps. You pointed your wand at him.

“Take back that I’m a dork.”

He chuckled with hands raised. “(Y/N) (L/N) is most certainly not a dork, dorky qualities but she is not a dork.”

“You know, I can live with that.”  

“Ugh, we’re out of raspberry jam,” Meredith mumbled.

“I’ll go get some more,” you offered and stood from the table on a mission to find more jam.

Gryffindor was closest so you started with them. When your eyes couldn’t find it alone, you actually walked over to ask. Pavarti and Lavender immediately cut you off.

“That was so cool!”

“Thanks, we’ve been practicing that bit since practically day one.”

“So, uh, can you help us start a team for Gryffindor?”

“If you pass me the raspberry jam.”

Pavarti handed it over without hesitation. You gave them a smile, shaking the jar a bit.

“Thanks. Tomorrow morning, I’ll have a parchment full of cheers and team stuff for you. Just gather some fellow cheerleaders and you’ve got a team that’s ready to practice.”

“And the uniforms?”

“Oh, I got you covered. They’ll look just like ours but red and yellow and with your House crest.”

“Awesome, thank you.”

“No problem, rival teams has always been one of the best parts. The halftime cheer-off can get pretty intense.”

The other tables overheard and next thing you knew, Ravenclaw and Slytherin were also asking for help. You were ecstatic and more than happy to help. All four Houses having teams just like Ilvermorny was exactly what you wanted. A lot of students that were enthusiastic about quidditch but not good at it were excited about the idea.

You hoped that maybe some guys would join the other teams but since Hufflepuff was just girls, if they were following your lead, it wouldn’t happen. Oh well, change happened slowly. Teams were new so maybe in future years after you graduated there would be some boys. All the tables had the promise of parchments delivered tomorrow morning and uniforms delivered as soon as they had a squad roster to give you. You bounced with excitement and a crinkle of your nose before heading back to your table. Alicia hit George and Lee in the shoulders.

“You two stare any harder and you’ll burn a hole in her uniform.”

They both snapped their attention back to their table. When you were with the team, LC came back. It was a natural stage persona that you slipped into. You had years of perfecting how to do so and Hogwarts just witnessed it live. Students couldn’t help themselves but go back to being Lemonade fans in an instant. You weren’t the (Y/N) that had been attending classes for a few weeks now. You were completely LC up on that table, and in person that put people in a trance.

Professor Sprout laughed at the whole affair saying how much fun that was to watch. The other faculty seemed to share her sentiments. You were definitely switching Hogwarts up by adding Ilvermorny flair they weren’t used to but it seemed to only enhance what the school already had. And the students seemed to be enjoying themselves. They liked that. Seeing Hogwarts happy after the ordeal of Voldemort made the adults feel like they were properly doing their jobs for once. McGonagall immediately turned to Sprout.

“Of course, our lions are going to give your badgers a run for their galleons when the squad is formed.”

Professor Sprout gave her a look. “Minerva. None of you are touching us. Your team might have Potter but our squad’s got LC, none of you can hold a candle flame to us.”

The House rivalry between teachers started as they began to brag about their own Houses and how their squads were going to be amazing. Cedric looked at you once you sat back down.

“You are something else, you know.”

“Something else in a good way or bad?” You asked.

“Definitely good.”

You gave him a smile that he returned. It felt nice to get a compliment that wasn’t directly about your performance in Lemonade or that you looked hot in one of your stage outfits. You were basically called cool for just existing. The last time you heard that type of compliment was right after winter break of your first year, two days before Lemonade’s debut when the administration said you girls were a promising group to them because you all had your own cool factor that you brought. Then Lemonade became official and everything was either how your vocals were top notch or how you danced like you were floating on air.

LC was awesome and (Y/N) was forgotten. Even out of rehearsal, you all started calling each other by stage names because the rest of the school did. It was fine when it was the five of you but you never realized before how much of yourself you had lost or had yet to discover.

(Part 3)...

#george weasley x black!reader #george weasley x reader

[jbreenr]

“The world is upside-down. People need something to get behind. They need a symbol.”

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[brywrites]

Lock and Key II

Summary: Millburn Correctional Facility is a tough place to find hope in. But when Spencer Reid stumbles upon a GED class, led by a teacher with kind words and a smile that breaks through the dark, he thinks it might not be so hopeless after all.

Part II: In which the Reader tries not to lecture Spencer before the lecture, and Spencer gets a nickname.

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Home is her sanctuary. She kicks her shoes off at the door and changes out of her clothes which smell of sweat and dust and recycled air and into a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. Shrugging out of the day and of Millburn and falling into comfort. It’s a luxury and a privilege and there is always some part of her that feels a stab of guilt at the knowledge that her students don’t have that same opportunity.

She’s watching re-runs on the couch when the door of her apartment swings open as she steps back out into the living room. “I’m baaaaack!” Marina sings.

Y/N peers into the hall. Her roommate wears an expensive navy suit, sharp heels, and a huge grin. The uniform of a victorious defense attorney. “I take it the hearing went well?” she asks.

“So well!” Marina cheers. “The judge granted the motion after just twenty minutes of argument. The prosecution is furious of course, but I’m thrilled. I had the whole day blocked off for this so I figured why not come home early and celebrate with my favorite roommate?”

Y/N laughs. “So that means Steven is busy?” For moments like these, Marina usually calls her boyfriend first. As a fellow attorney, he’s more likely to understand the epic highs and lows of courtroom drama.

“Eh, you know how it is with those corporate firms,” Marina says. “He’s still slaving away over a desk while you and I are completely free to do as we please. How was your day?”

“Not bad. The drive to Millburn was shorter today, but then I got randomly selected for a staff drug test once I got there. Oh, and I picked up a new student in my English GED class! He’s even going to be my TA!”

“Oh? That’s the first in forever. What makes him special?” She unceremoniously kicks her heels off at the door.

“Well for one, he’s apparently got three PhDs.”

Marina’s sharp eyebrows raise. “Three?” Y/N nods, taking a seat on their couch. “How old is this guy?”

“He’s actually fairly young. He can’t be much older than us.”

Marina grabs her laptop from her briefcase and joins her on the couch. “Name,” she insists.

Y/N rolls her eyes. She refuses to look up her students’ information but that’s never stopped her roommate. “His name is Spencer. Spencer… Reid I think?”

Marina types furiously on the laptop, turning away so that Y/N won’t see the screen. Her eyes widen slightly. “Oh. Okay, he’s kinda cute. Those cheekbones. And the puppy dog-eyes. Do you think he’s cute?”

“He’s my student,” she says. “Interpersonal relationships are strictly prohibited.” Teachers are forbidden from ever writing, calling, or visiting any person incarcerated in the DCDOC, which means she never sees most of her students again unless they take another class with her. Any teacher inside who is even suspected of harboring feelings towards a prisoner that are more than strictly professional could be fired – not to mention banned from ever visiting any prison in the state or contacting anyone inside. It could also give the Department of Corrections the opportunity to remove the college credit program, and she could never do that to her students.

“I’m simply stating the facts, your honor,” Marina says. “Mmm, but he’s not as cute as that one guy you taught. What did they call him in the press?”

“Hot Felon. His name was Jeremy.”

Marina cackles. “Yes, Hot Felon! God, he really did have a perfect face. Now what’s Spencer in for… oh. Interesting.” There’s more frantic typing. “Oh, the Google results are very interesting. You’re sure you don’t want to know?”

“You know my rules.”

“Yeah, yeah, privacy and respect. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover. You’re a goody-two-shoes and I love that about you.” She places her hand over Y/N’s. “And I will love you even more if you come to 1831 with me for drinks.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, but she smiles. “Alright, alright. I know better than to argue with a defense attorney.” So they head down the block to the 1831 Bar, lit up with string lights and laughter. She orders a drink named after Jules Verne, and for a little while she can forget about the conditions at Millburn and the guilt she feels and the bitter sting she’s felt in the back of her mind ever since her cut her out of their lives three years ago. She’s just a girl at a bar with her friend. She sticks close to Marina, both out of love for her roommate and a desire to avoid being accosted by strangers. Flirting leads to the inevitable question of what she does for a living, which leads to the inevitable awkwardness of attempting to defend her students’ virtues to a tipsy stranger in a dim room.

At the end of the night as they walk home, Marina, a bit more intoxicated than her roommate, slings her arm around Y/N’s shoulder. “You gotta do more stuff for yourself, Y/N,” she says, her words a little too loud in the quiet air. “You give and you give and I just wish you’d be a little more selfish sometimes. Do what you want. Selfish? Shellfish. Oh my god, shrimp sounds so good right now!”

Y/N shakes her head, fumbling in her coat pocket for her keys. “Okay, Mars. Okay.” She doesn’t mind giving. She doesn’t mind devoting her life to others. Her work is her passion. And that work has taken up most of her life, but it’s making a difference. And that’s what matters, isn’t it?

The rest of the week goes off without a hitch – she teaches her history GED and college credit courses. Speech and Debate, Poetry 101, Introduction to Memoir, and Women’s History. She grades essays and writes out lesson plans and goes to yet another meeting with the warden to petition to teach a class on the history of social movements, and is met with yet another “we’ll see,” non-answer. She spends the weekend reading and writing and firmly turning Marina down each time she asks, “Are you sure you don’t want to know what I learned about Spencer?”

And then it’s Monday again and she’s swallowing the last of her coffee before throwing it away and stepping into Millburn. She stows her car keys in a locker, places her bag – empty except for her composition notebook, pre-approved pen, empty water bottle, and her lunch in a brown bag – her coat and her shoes in a box to go through the metal detector. She stands still while a guard pats her down, lowers the waistband of her pants to prove she has underwear on before tucking the hem of her sunshine-yellow sweater back in, collects her things, and continues on her way through a series of bars and locked doors until she reaches the corridor of classrooms.

Spencer is standing outside of room W15, rocking back and forth on his heels as he waits. His nervous demeanor shifts when he sees her, straightening up and looking at her with wide hazel eyes. Puppy-dog eyes, she thinks, before immediately pushing the thought away. She can’t afford to think like that. “Well good morning!” she calls, waving. “Happy Monday!”

“Uh, good morning,” he says, offering her a shy smile. She unlocks the door of the classroom and sets her things down at her desk. Their first task today, she explains, is to sort out materials for a free-writing assignment. Eight sheets of paper and two pens for every student. She hands him a box of pens. “Ready for your first day as a TA?” she asks.  

“It can’t be harder than delivering a lecture to bored college students,” he says.

“You were a professor?”

“Guest lecturer,” he corrects, opening the box of pens.. “Mostly for classes about pr- uh, p-pretty much anything that related to my fields of expertise. My job.” She decides not to pry based on the way he quickly glosses over the words. “I think I probably did a seminar at every University in the District – Georgetown, American, GW, Marbury.”

“Oh! A friend of mine is a professor at Georgetown. She loves it. I have to admit, I’m jealous she gets to spend time in their gorgeous library.”

Spencer regards her curiously as he sets pens onto desks. “Would you much rather be teaching at a place like that?” he asks. “As opposed to working with criminals and thugs?”

The harshness of his words catch her off guard. “Do you really think so poorly of your peers?” she asks him, setting down a stack of papers.

He shrugs. “I mean, this is a maximum security prison. What else am I supposed to think?”

“Well you’re in the same place aren’t you?” His face immediately falls and she regrets the words. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” It’s his first time inside, and he’s clearly struggling with coming to terms with that. With a background like his, his beliefs about incarcerated people are likely to be limited by the predominantly negative narratives society tells about them.

“I mean, you’re right,” he says quietly. His gaze drops to the floor.

But Y/N says, “What I meant, Spencer, is that I think you’re letting your own biases prevent you from having empathy for your peers. And for yourself. I mean, your classmates are much more than this place. Malcolm used to work at his aunt’s restaurant and wants to go to culinary school when he gets out. Xavier has two kids – he reads them stories when they come to visit. Tim has been a jailhouse lawyer for the last ten years, and he works part-time in the law library. People end up in here for a lot of different reasons.” She has to hold herself back from proselytizing about mandatory minimums and the war on drugs and the criminalization of poverty. He’s a student – her job is to teach him, not to lecture him. “That doesn’t mean they’re bad people. I mean, you’re here. And I think you seem like a pretty good person.”

She pauses to count out more sheets of paper, avoiding the gaze of those hazel eyes which she can feel staring straight through her. “I don’t like anybody talking bad about my students, not even them. You’d be surprised how much encouragement can mean to a person. A lot of these guys have never had anybody tell them that they’re smart or they’re good or they’re worth believing in. So I try to as much as I can. Now, being a man with three PhDs, I’m sure you’ve heard it before but it never hurts to have a reminder.”

She meets his eyes this time, finding his expression entirely unreadable. Y/N smiles and says, “You are smart. You are good. And I believe in you.”

That shy smile of his reappears, a little wider this time and he swallows hard. “Thank you,” he says quietly. “A reminder… a reminder is nice. I’ll try to be worthy of that belief.”

“Well anytime you need to hear that, you know where to find me.”

For a moment she thinks he’s going to say something else. For a moment they waver in an uncertain space where their words are a little too sincere and the soft smiles they wear a little too similar. But then the door opens and Xavier, Richie, and Malcolm come running inside, the rest of the guys close behind.

“Yo, Einstein!” Xavier calls, waving his hand at Spencer. Spencer’s ears turn red as he hesitantly waves back.

“Einstein?” Y/N asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Richie came up with it when he was sittin’ in here for science last week. He saw that poster of Mr. Einstein and thought it was perfect – they both know everything about everything, and they both got some wack-ass hair!” Xavier quickly adds, “And technically class hasn’t started so I’m not breaking the rules!”

“You get a pass on this one,” she laughs. Then turning to Spencer, she grins. “Guess that means you’re really part of the group now. You know, I was convinced they’d call you Doc. But I’m kind of glad they didn’t.”

“Why?” he asks, placing the last of the pens on his desk.

“It means I can still call you that,” she says. His ears turn red again and she worries she’s toeing that invisible line. She curses his gentle demeanor and soft stare. “I mean, everybody calls me Teach,” she adds. “It’s only fair I get to come up with a few nicknames here and there.”

She mentally steps away from the line. Reminds herself that she has a job to do. This isn’t about her and how she feels. This is about her students and what they deserve. The mundane rules that have to be followed in order to break the rules that matter.

“Well then,” she says, closing and locking the classroom door. Closing off that part of her heart that feels too deeply. “Let’s get started!”

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[moshymosh]

Remember me- A Night To Remember

When the love of your life suffers from a disease that affects their memory of their life with you, what do you do? Will you spend your last days with them, trying to get them to remember you? The life you had, or would you give up and let them forget you?

Summary- Dr. Spencer Reid felt his whole life change when Agent Y/n L/n joined the BAU. She came in like a cool summer breeze changing everything Spencer knew about love and his capacity to care for someone so much. Y/n came to the BAU with a tragic past, her only goal was to save lives and make the world a safer place for everyone. She meets a skinny shaggy haired doctor, which causes her whole life to change, much like Spencer, will she fall in love or will her tragic past or even her job prevent her?

Pairings- Dr. Spencer Reid x f!reader.

A/N- This is a notebook inspired story, this story will be told and wrote like a chapter book. So some of the endings will not always make sense. Also I don't claim go own Criminal Minds or the Notebook, this is solely for entertainment purposes and for enjoyment. Some of the lines are from the notebook movie, again I don't claim to own either fandom/tv show/ movie. I try to make Y/n as vague as possible so shes more inclusive so if there is any descriptive things that don’t apply to you feel free to ignore them. Also just putting this out there as the story progresses Maeve is still alive and well, she is a good friend of Spencer and Y/n’s. There will be graphic content and sexual scenes in later chapters, warnings will be added as they go. Also if you want to be tagged send me an as or comment here, also send requests I'm down for making little fics. I know this part is a little weird, but there will be a -A Night To Remember part 2

PS- Please don't post my fics anywhere without my documented consent, thanks -Karma (MoshyMosh)

Warnings- some mentions of guns, violence and some minor crime talk, the usual for criminal minds. (I’m bad at writing case talk, please don't hate me.)

Here's the dress I was using for inspiration. Also here are the roses. If the links don’t work, here’s a link to the inspo board on Pinterest.

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Y/n walked into the bullpen a package clasped in her hands. Y/n saw JJ talking to Derek and glanced around, making sure Spencer wasn't around before she walked over to the pair. "JJ I need a favor, " Y/n said softly, holding out the newspaper-wrapped package. "Give it to Spencer when I'm- uh not around?"

JJ and Derek shared a small smile after JJ took the package from Y/n and watched her go over to her desk and begin to set her stuff down. Y/n tilted her head at the small bouquet of yellow red-tipped roses sitting on her desk. Y/n smiled softly and pulled the notecard from its holder. Her eyes were drawn from the notecard to the three bags of gummy bears behind the roses.

Y/n let out a giggle and shook her head with a small smile on her face. She then looked up to JJ with a look of confusion but brushed it aside and sat down as she began to pull the card from its envelope.

'Will you go to the FBI ball with me?-SR xx'

Y/n giggled and slid the notecard into her blazer pocket and grabbed one of the bags of gummy bears, opening it as she left the bullpen to go to Garcia's bat cave.

Spencer smiled as he saw Y/n's reaction to his gifts, turning back to Rossi and Hotch, as they all stood in Hotch's office. "I think she liked them." He said excitedly. "Thank you." Spencer said before he left Hotch's office.

JJ saw Spencer walking back to his desk. "Spence!" she called for him as she began to walk over to him, Derek trailing behind her.

Spencer turned and looked at JJ, confused, seeing the package in her hand. "Looks like pretty boys got a crush." Derek said with a chuckle, nudging Spencer's shoulder.

Spencer took the package from JJ, pulling the notecard from under the emerald green ribbon that was decorating the package. Spencer looked up at JJ and Derek, confused before he opened the envelope and pulled out the card to read its contents.

'I love Walt Whitman, you saw and remember how I like my coffee, here's my favorite book of poems. Remember them- F/I L/I x'

Spencer put the notecard down and went to untie the ribbon when he looked at his desk to set the ribbon down and saw a note on the back of the card.

'PS- you once told me a statistic on recycling and I took it to heart, hence the newspaper. It's recycled.'

Spencer chuckled and carefully unwrapped the newspaper so it can be reused before he pulled the book from the wrapper. Spencer opened the hardcover and saw the copyright page.

"A first edition?" Spencer asked in disbelief.

Y/n and Garcia walked back in the bullpen, Y/n looked over to Spencer and smiled at him before she popped a gummy bear into her mouth.

"Okay guys, the FBI ball is next Wednesday. We just got a case, let's meet and discuss." Hotch said from the second floor.

Y/n followed Penelope to the meeting room and found a seat as the others filed in after.

"Ok, guys this case is in our very own home." Garcia started talking, throughout the meeting Y/n and Spencer took turns glancing at each other.

"Ok L/n you're with me, we'll set up here. Reid and Morgan go check out the first crime scene. Rossi, JJ, and Prentiss go to the recent scene." Hotch said as he closed his file.

"Y/n." Hotch said once everyone left and they began to set up the evidence boards that they had wheeled into the room.

"Yes sir?" Y/n asked, looking over to Hotch as she finished putting up the final picture on one of the boards.

"Did you like Spencer's gifts?" he asked, handing her some more things to put on the board.

Y/n smiled to herself as she hung the things he handed to her, "Yes, I did. Though, I can't wrap my brain around what those yellow roses are supposed to symbolize. They have multiple meanings such as friendship and/or falling in love." she said as she turned around and placed her hands on the back of a nearby chair. "Does that mean his note is 'go to the ball with me as friends.' or 'go to the ball with me because I'm falling in love with you.'?"

Hotch chuckled and shook his head with a smile. "Don't overthink it like Reid did." he said

Y/n shook her head with a laugh before she smiled up at him. "I think just because you said that I'm going to do just that."

Their friendly banter was interrupted by Hotch's phone ringing. "Reid, what did you find out?" Hotch asked as he answered and put his phone on speaker, Y/n listened alongside Hotch to what Reid was telling them. Y/n looked over to the map on the board, mentally putting points on it.

"I think I know where the unsub's comfort zone is." she said, moving away from the chair she was leaning against and began putting the points she envisioned onto the map for the team.

"Reid, Morgan tell everyone to get back here." Hotch said before he turned and looked at what Y/n was doing as he hung up the phone.

After a few days if run around by the unsub they managed to track him down. Y/n went into the warehouse with her gun drawn as she led a few SWAT members in.

"Thomas McDonald!" Y/n shouted, her gun drawn on the man who was holding a knife to the throat of a girl he recently kidnapped. "Put the knife down, and let the girl go."

Soon the team came in and the unsub backed down. They quickly arrested the man and the victim was given medical treatment. Y/n took a deep breath when she stepped out of the warehouse, Y/n shook her head to shake loose her thoughts before she looked at the woman sitting on the back of the ambulance.

"Agent L/n?" a medic called over to her, she looked over to the source of the voice. "She wants to speak to you."

Y/n walked over to the woman and sat next to her. "You saved my life." the woman said, grasping Y/n's hands.

"It wasn't just me." Y/n said as she rubbed her thumbs over the back of the woman's hands, turning her head to nod towards the team. "They all helped." Y/n whispered to her. The woman hugged her tightly causing Y/n to gasp in shock. Y/n hugged the woman back and began rubbing her back in a comforting manner.

"Thank you so much." The woman said. Y/n continued to rub the woman's back, not knowing Spencer was watching her comfort the woman.

"L/n." Hotch called out to her, causing Spencer to look away, as Y/n looked back to Hotch. She excused herself from the woman's embrace and came to join the team, standing beside Spencer. "You did a really good job of defusing the situation, " Hotch said earnestly, causing Y/n to let out a small sigh of relief. "Let's head back to Quantico and debrief."

Y/n and the team headed back to Quantico and began to work on writing their reports. Y/n sighed and rubbed her eyes for what she felt was the thousandth time, everyone had finished and went home. Spencer looked over at Y/n who yawned and rolled her head, stretching out her neck.

Spencer stood and began to grab his things. "Y/n go home, it'll be there tomorrow." he said to her as he walked past her desk.

"Oh! Spencer, yes I'll go to the ball with you on Wednesday." Y/n said as she smiled at him. Spence smiled back at her and nodded his head before he turned and continued walking to the elevators, leaving Y/n behind in the empty office.

The sun rose on the Monday before the ball. Y/n groaned as she lifted her head from her desk as she heard her coworkers enter the bullpen, she rubbed her eyes sleepily as she turned her head in their direction.

"Y/n did you sleep here last night?" Penelope asked as she walked in beside Derek.

Y/n stretched and yawned as she looked around. "I uh- must've fallen asleep after I finished my report." Y/n said as she rubbed her eyes again. "I remember putting my report on Hotch's desk and sitting back down to gather my things and I fell asleep."

Spencer walked in behind JJ, carrying two to-go coffee cups, smiling at the sleepy Y/n at her desk. "You slept here." Spencer stated, walking over to her, holding out one of the cups to her.

"No, I just decided to wear yesterday's clothes and not brush my hair." Y/n said sarcastically before she took a sip of coffee.

"Ouch, Y/n's got bite in the morning." Derek said with a chuckled to which Y/n gave him a death glare. "Oof meow." he said, gesturing a clawing motion with his hand.

Hotch walked in with a chuckle overhearing their conversation. "L/n, JJ, Prentiss, and Garcia why don't you girls take the day, go do girl things." he said with a smile. "Just keep your phone on you."

JJ and Emily looked at each other in disbelief as Penelope squealed and did a happy dance. Y/n saluted with a sleepy look as she sipped her coffee again.

"Rossi, Reid, and Morgan, we all have tuxs to get for Wednesday." Hotch said. Spencer watched as Y/n gathered her things into her white messenger bag before she stood, slinging it onto her shoulder.

"Spencie, thank you so much for the lifeline this morning." Y/n said as she raised her cup in his direction.

"Y/n! Let's go, we've got dress shopping to do!" Penelope shouted from the door to the bullpen, causing Y/n to cringe at the loudness of her voice.

Y/n turned around and motioned her hand in a lowering gesture. "Penny sweetie, too loud." Y/n whispered as she walked over to her, and slung her arm around Penelope's shoulders after she switched her coffee cup to the other hand. "Let's go bitches." Y/n said with a laugh as they walked to the elevators, to go shopping.

Y/n sat in the dress shop, watching JJ, Emily and Penelope come in and out of the fitting rooms, trying on different dresses. Y/n turned her head as her eyes glanced go the burgundy she had her eyes on.

"Girl, go get it." JJ said as she watched Y/n, the dress she decided on, hanging over her arm.

Y/n looked back to JJ, biting her lip. "Should I?" she asked as she began playing with her fingers.

"Oh hell yes." Emily said adjusting the dress she was trying on in the mirror.

Y/n nodded her head in determination, before she stood and walked over to the display her dress was hanging on, flagging down an employee for help. Y/n waited by the dressing room as she watch the employee take the dress off the display for her to try on. Y/n walked behind the curtain after the employee handed it to her.

Y/n stood in front of the mirror inside the fitting room, as she ran her hands down the tulle bodice. She took a deep breath and turned to exit the small room.

"Oh my God!" All of the girls said when they saw Y/n in the dress. The burgundy tulle of the skirt flowed around her perfectly.

"Does it look ok?" Y/n asked softly as she adjusted the sleeves, turning around to look in the mirror behind her.

"Yes, you do." JJ said as she came up behind her, rubbing her shoulders affectionately. "Look if you do your hair up..." She said as she demonstrated showing Y/n what she meant.

Y/n bit her lip as she looked at her reflection as JJ held her hair up. Emily came up behind the pair and smiled, leaning over Y/n's opposite shoulder.

"You know I wasn't sure about you at first but I've changed my mind about you now." Emily said as she draped a necklace she saw on a display on Y/n's neck. "I saw this necklace and I thought it was perfect." she said as she looked up from the necklace on Y/n's chest to her reflection.

JJ stepped away from Y/n and Emily, and went to look for a necktie that matched the color of Y/n's dress for Spencer to wear. JJ dragged Penelope into the search after they both paid for their dresses and accessories. Y/n smiled at Emily when she stepped away. Y/n went back into the dressing room to change back into she came into the store in. Emily took the necklace she found for herself and the one she found for Y/n, along with her dress, and went to the register to pay for her items.

Emily waited for the girls by the door of the shop. Y/n stepped out of the dressing room, the dress she was getting, draped over her arm as she gathered her bag from the couch she was previously occupying. She went to the register to pay for her desk, smiling as the woman put her dress in a dress bag before she stood next to Emily by the door, waiting for Penelope and JJ.

Once all the girls were ready they walked out of the shop and out to their cars. "Hey girls, why don't you guys take your things home and then come back to my apartment for some drinks and take out?" Y/n asked when they all reached their cars that were parked near each other.

"You got a deal sister. I'll bring the wine." Penelope said giddily.

Emily chuckled and shook her head as she hung her dress in the back of her car. "I'll bring face masks." she said with a wink to Y/n.

"JJ, what are you bringing?" Y/n asked, watching the woman in question put her dress in her car.

"I'm bringing my love and support." JJ said as she opened her driver's side door, putting her purse inside of the vehicle. She turned to the girls, leaning back against the back door. "I will bring the steamy emotion-filled, romantic movies."

"Bring magic mike, please." Penelope said, giving JJ a pouty face.

Y/n laughed with a shake of her head as she watched the girls get into their cars and begin to leave. Y/n loaded her things into the back of her car, careful not to wrinkle her dress in its bag. As Y/n sat in her car about to leave the parking lot her thoughts turned to the roses she had Penelope take to her home while they were on the case.

She began to drive home, her thoughts now turning to think of what Spencer was doing.

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[slytherinbarnes]

Sub Rosa [54]

ix. DNR

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: fighting, violence, death, language, self harm (kind of? not really? but wanna include this just in case, you can message me if u need more details), blood. 

Summary: the discovery of the Second Dawn bunker leads to tensions in Polis, and Clarke struggles to keep the peace.

a/n: the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

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March 25th, 2150; just outside of Polis

After the discovery of the bunker, things quickly become chaotic as planning for the survival of the human race picks up again. Meetings are held around the radio, discussing what tech and materials from Becca’s lab need to be brought to the bunker, what materials need to come from Arkadia, and how to get nearly 400 Arkadians from Alpha Station to Polis in a timely manner. Kane decides to stay behind in Polis with the bunker, while Jaha and Monty go back to Arkadia to prepare the others to leave. On the Island, Raven, Murphy, and Emori stay behind to pack up everything you can’t take on the first trip, while the rest of you head to Polis with the rover and the truck, taking as much stuff as you can in one trip.  

Miller drives the truck, seated alongside Jackson, while your mom, Roan, and Clarke sit in the back amongst the tech and supplies. Luna hitches a ride from the island in the boat, but parts ways with all of you as soon as you reach the other side. You drive the rover by yourself, talking to Bellamy over the radio most of the way, both of you excited to see each other soon. Once he arrives in Polis with the rest of your people, you’ll finally be reunited after five long days apart.

As the truck pulls to a stop in front of you, you stop the rover, watching as Jackson and Miller immediately jump out of the front and head towards Kane, who is standing near the entrance to the tunnels. The open back of the truck allows you to peer in, and Clarke and Roan start to stand, but your mother must say something to her, because Clarke lingers as Roan jumps out of the back and follows the others over to Kane. Your mom says something to Clarke, and her reaction is instant, her face pulling into a frown. Her eyes flash to you, and you reach for the door handle, sensing that something is wrong, before your mom’s words upset Clarke even further and she turns back towards her with a look of shock. 

Clarke jumps up and heads for the back of the truck, holding her hand up at you and telling you to stay put as she jumps out of the vehicle and jogs after Roan. Your mom scrambles out of the vehicle and follows her, trying to catch up, as you open the door to the rover slowly, sliding out of the vehicle as quietly as you can. You leave the door open in case you need to make a quick escape, and you creep towards the front of the truck, using the large vehicle as cover as you peer around it and look at the scene unfolding in front of you. 

Roan stands halfway between your mom and Clarke, and halfway between the rest of the group, his sword drawn. Trikru guards come stalking out of the trees, heading towards the Ice King, as Roan holds out his sword and yells, “What is this?”

Kane yells back, “There doesn't have to be any violence.”

Before the Trikru warriors even make it halfway to Roan, they are all hit with arrows that fly from the trees around them, killing them. Seconds later Azgeda warriors appear from the darkness, making a beeline for everyone in your group. Your eyes fall to Clarke, panicked, and she must sense your presence because she turns around and locks eyes with you, shaking her head once, and mouthing, “Run!”

Conflicted on what to do, but without a gun to help you, you watch as all your people are pulled to the ground and restrained. You watch on, working on a plan in your head when someone asks, “Where is Wanlida?”

Your breath stops in your throat and you don’t wait for an answer before you take off running back towards the rover, thankful you left the door open and the vehicle running. You hop inside and immediately put it into reverse, as arrows whiz past, aimed for you, and your tires slide in the snow as you sharply turn the rover away from danger. You can hear more arrows dinging and bouncing off the back doors, but you’re able to outdrive them easily, speeding away from them with reckless abandon. 

Your hands are tight on the wheel as you speed towards Arkadia, checking the mirrors every few minutes, waiting to see any sign of Ice Nation warriors on your tail. Instead, you find nothing, giving you enough relief to frantically call Bellamy. “Bellamy, come in, do you copy?”

Static answers you, leaving you alone, and you frantically repeat, “Bellamy, come in! Do you read me?”

You glance at the radio in your hand in frustration, waiting for his response. “Arkadia, this is rover one, do you read me? We are in danger, someone answer me, damn it!”

But still, you hear nothing but silence. You slam down the radio in frustration, and turn your eyes back to the road, keeping your quick pace and hoping that everyone is safe as you head towards back up. It’s not long before the familiar roads around Arkadia come into view, and soon, so do the front gates. The guards let you in as you approach, recognizing you through the glass, and you park the rover just inside the gates before jumping out and yelling to the guard closest to you, “Give me your radio!”

He pulls his radio off his belt and tosses it to you, and you nod at him in thanks as you run through the camp, heading towards the Chancellor’s office, speaking into the radio. “Bellamy, do you read me?”

Bellamy’s voice comes through instantly, muttering your name in confusion. “How are you on this channel? This is for the short range walkies.”

“Meet me in the chancellor’s office.”

“Wait, are you here?”

You push past a crowd of people heading towards the hangar bay, bags in their arms, already beginning the packing up process. “Yes, I’ll explain when I see you.”

“Copy that.”

You run the rest of the way to the office, happy to see that Bellam is already inside, waiting for you. You close the door behind you as you step inside, and Bellamy turns towards the source of the sound, his face splitting into a grin when he sees you. You both run towards each other, the danger that the others are in temporarily forgotten as Bellamy lifts you in his arms and spins you once. He sets you down and kisses you, long and slow, until you're dizzy and breathless from the spin and his lips. He pulls away, his eyes bright with love for you, and whispers, “You smell good.”

You grin at him, thinking of the bottles of soap in your backpack, snuck off the island so you could share it with him. “I found soap. Good soap, not the recycled Ark soap we’re used to.”

He starts to open his mouth to respond when the radio behind him comes to life with Clarke’s voice. “Come in, Arkadia. Bellamy? La lune? Do you copy?”

You run over to the radio, the earlier danger coming back to you in a rush. “Clarke, I'm here, are you okay? What about the others?”

“We’re okay, for now. Indra was with Kane when they found the bunker, and he promised to share it with Trikru if they stood guard over it. Azgeda and Trikru are refusing to live in the bunker together, and they’re on the brink of war. I'm holding things down the best I can here, and we’re supposed to meet with Indra soon to see if we can all work something out, but tensions are high. You need to get back here as soon as you can.”

You turn to Bellamy. “When are we scheduled to leave here?”

“First light.”

You run calculations in your head, figuring it’s a few hours until then, and hop back on to talk to Clarke. “We’re scheduled to leave in a few hours, but it’s nearly a day’s walk from here to Polis, especially with the entirety of our people with us. Me and Bellamy can try to come ahead if you need us to, I have the rover.”

“No, our people are important. You both need to help Jaha get them here safely. Just get here when you can, and be prepared for a war zone. I’ll keep my radio on me, even through it’ll only work when you start to get closer. Just check in every hour as you walk this way, until we figure out the range on these things. I’ll keep you updated then.”

“Copy that. I’ll keep someone in here on the Chancellor’s office radio, call us here if anything big happens and you need us.”

“Copy. See you soon.”

“Be safe.”

You put the radio down, and Bellamy turns to you, looking shocked and confused. “What was that all about?”

“Roan was ambushed at the meetup point by Trikru, and then Trikru was ambushed by Ice Nation, who also took our people hostage. I managed to get out of there before they got me. I tried to radio on the way to warn you, but I couldn't get a hold of you.”

“I was packing up the armory with the others, I’m sorry.”

“Luckily, everyone is okay for now.”

“In that case,” he motions towards the door. “We should pack our bags. I already took care of everything else, except our room.”

You step towards the door, tuning to look back at him as you pull it open. “Niylah agreed to get Clarke’s stuff, we just need to get mom’s things too. My pack is in the rover.”

Bellamy nods and follows you that way, letting you take the lead back to the rover to grab your bag. You grab the guard from earlier and put him on radio duty before you and Bellamy head to your mom’s room to pack her things first. There’s not much she asked you for, just the few clothes she owns, and a few pictures she has that Clarke drew her, which you carefully pack in a file folder so they won’t get ruined. You and Bellamy head to your shared room next, making quick work of the few belongings you have as you update him on the luxuries of Becca’s Island. Once you finish, the two of you plop down on the bed beside each other, taking a quick break before you go find Jaha and update him on everything. 

As you sit side by side, Bellamy looks at you, watching you closely. “So you’re a Nightblood now.”

He doesn't say it like a question, but you respond like he does. “Yes. Although Clarke says we should be careful about admitting that around the Grounders. Blasphemy and all that.”

Bellamy hums, and you look at him, trying to read his expression. It takes you a second to realize it’s curiosity. “You want to see?”

“What? Oh, no, that’s okay.” But you're already pulling your knife from its holster as he answers, and before he can object, you cut a small line on the palm of your hand, watching as black blood rises to the surface and pools into your palm. “Woah.”

You smile at him and his fascination. “I know right? Bummer that it’s untested, it would have been kind of cool to turn everyone into Nightbloods.”

Bellamy rips a strip of fabric from the sheet on the bed, wrapping it around your hand and tying it in place as he muses, “Guess I'll have to add that to the list of things that set you apart from everyone else.”

You smile and bump him with your shoulder. “Oh, stop it.”

You stand and offer him your non-injured hand, which he takes, and you pull him to his feet. Both of you grab your packs and head towards the door, stopping one last time at the exit to look over the space you shared together. You smile at it, thinking of all the wonderful memories you have here, before whispering into the empty room, “May we meet again.”

Bellamy reaches for your hand and squeezes it. “Onto bigger and better things.”

He leads you from the room and you walk down the hall together, hand in hand, searching for Jaha. You finally come across someone who tells you that he’s outside the hangar bay door with a group of guards, dealing with “unruly kids”. The phrase makes you look at Bellamy in confusion, and he shakes his head. “Jasper.”

You both make it to the hangar bay just in time to see one of the guards pounding on the closed doors, while Jaha and a group of guards watch on. On the other side, inside the locked room, Jasper turns up the music and turns away from your group, happy and drunk, and completely uncaring. The guard pounds again, and when that’s unsuccessful, he tries to pry the doors open, with no luck. He turns to Jaha with a glare. “It's jammed, same as the others. But this is the door to blow.”

Jaha looks at the guard, considering the plan. “How many gas canisters do we have?”

You and Bellamy both turn to look at them, not quite believing what you're hearing. “You can't be serious.”

Monty materializes from the crowd, coming to stand on your other side. “In Mount Weather, we beat the gas by using water. Jasper will be ready for that.”

Bellamy looks between Monty and Jaha, holding his hands up. “Just slow down, let me talk to them.”

“Bellamy, we have over 400 people ready to march.”

You and Bellamy ignore Jaha and head closer to the door, knocking on the glass. Jasper turns and sees you, his face lighting up a little at the sight of you, and he turns the music down slightly before walking over and pressing his hand to the glass of the door. Written on his hands are three letters that make your stomach drop. The guard behind you reads out, “DNR? What does that mean?”

You turn to look at Bellamy, saying the words to him, but making sure you're loud enough that the others can hear. “Do not resuscitate.”

The words make Bellamy panic a little, quickly turning to press the button for the speaker on the other side. “Jasper, open the door.” 

“We're not coming out.”

Monty sees Harper walk into view, his girlfriend and his best friend both behind that door, and he walks over to the intercom, pushing Bellamy aside. “Are you really willing to die when there's a way to live? Are they?”

“That's just it. We don't think it's a way to live.”

Monty looks at them, in disbelief that they're choosing this, and Jaha turns to the guard. “We're wasting time, set the charge. You can go to guns. Do not fire unless fired upon. Is that clear?”

You and Bellamy spin around, both of you protesting Jaha’s orders, “No, just wait!”

You press the button, looking Jasper straight in the eye. “Jasper, people will get hurt. I know you care about that.”

The guard steps on your other side, sticking the charges on the door as Jasper looks back at the others, worried. “If you don't want anyone to get hurt, don't open the door.”

Jasper turns away and Harper follows, and they turn the music up again, drowning out anything else. You and Bellamy look at each other, lost at what to do, when the guard announces, “We're all set. We should clear the hall.”

Jaaha walks over to the intercom, and announces, “Mr. Jordan, I will not leave children here to die.” 

You turn towards him, a flash of anger passing through you as you give him an incredulous look. “You sent them down to die! All of us were expendable to you then. The only difference now is that they have a choice, and so do you.”

Monty looks at you, not understanding. “What are you talking about?”

Bellamy, though, he understands what you’re trying to say. Because as much as it breaks your heart to leave your friends, your delinquents, your family behind, this is the choice that they made. Bellamy meets your eyes, then glances at the partying teenagers, and then locks eyes with Monty. “This is what they want.”

“They're wasted, they don't know what they want.”

Jaha considers this, long and hard, and you see him peering into the room at the teenagers. You see a flash of something pass over his face, and though you aren’t sure what it is, you get the distinct feeling that he looks like he’s seen a ghost. You briefly wonder if he’s thinking about Wells, which brings a pang of sadness to your heart, but you don’t get to think about it for long before the former Chancellor speaks up, his words surprising you. “Stand down, get ready to move out.”

“Yes, sir.”

Monty shakes his head, trying to stop Jaha. “What? No, you can't!”

“I'm sorry, son, but they’re right. We can't save them if they don't want to be saved.”

The guards follow Jaha as he leaves, leaving you, Monty, and Bellamy as the last ones in the hall. You and Bellamy peer in the door again, watching your partying friends, and Monty scolds you both. “If Octavia was in there, would you let her stay?”

“If Octavia was in there...at least I'd get to say goodbye.”

He turns to you, his last ditch effort. “And if it was Clarke?”

“It would break my heart to lose her, but you can't force people to do what you want. Especially this. Forcing their hand in this will only build resentment.”

You reach out and squeeze his arm, apologetic that you couldn't offer him anything more than that. Before you turn and walk away, you look at him. “We can leave the rover behind for them, in case they change their minds.”

Monty nods, “I’ll go unload it then, before I meet up with the rest of the group.”

You and Bellamy nod before you walk past him, maneuvering through the halls until you meet up with Jaha again. “I’ll lead them, you two bring up the rear and make sure no one else gets lost or left behind.”

“Will do.”

And then the exodus begins.

Jaha announces to those waiting that it’s time to go, and you and Bellamy stand in the hallways, waving people in the right direction for the next few minutes, periodically announcing important information. “Remember, right now it’s raining, but it's not black rain. It can turn at any moment, so keep the person with your assigned chem tent in sight at all times!”

The last few stragglers come into view, and you nod at Niylah as she walks past. You and Bellamy start to follow the group towards the door, but you both stop and turn around when you hear footsteps behind you. Jasper and Harper walk down the hall towards you, and you both start to walk closer to them, while Bellamy says, “Not too late to change your mind.”

“Yes, it is. You can still stay, you know.”

Bellamy shrugs, “I'm not a quitter.”

Jasper smiles, “Thanks for understanding.”

Harper looks around, searching for her boyfriend. “Where's Monty?”

You smile at her, “Unloading the rover. We're leaving it behind for you, by the way.”

Bellamy gives her a sad look, “He didn't say good-bye?”

She shakes her head, then whispers, “Take care of him for us, will you?”

“You know we will.”

She reaches out and hugs you, while Jasper and Bellamy hug, and then you switch, pulling Jasper in for a tight hug, your throat choking up with tears. “Thank you for the laughter, Jasper.”

He pulls back and smiles down at you, whispering, “Don't forget to laugh after I’m gone.”

You nod, and you and Bellamy step back, instantly reaching for each other’s hands as you crave each other's comfort. Bellamy looks between the pair and gives them a small smile, “May we meet again.”

“We won't.”

Bellamy counters, “Whatever the hell you want.”

You both give them watery smiles, trying to fight back your tears as you take one last look at your friends, before you turn and walk out the door, into the rain and onto the path of salvation.

-

You spend the first hour of the walk crying, your tears hidden from the others by the rain. Bellamy, however, is not so easily fooled. He comforts you the entire time, careful not to alert the others to your sadness. Each hour after that is increasingly less eventful than the one before it. You mark the start of each hour with an attempted radio call to Clarke, and it takes a while before you finally get through to her, but when you do, the only words she offers you are, “We’re safe, but things are worse than we thought. I’ll explain when you get here.”

The words leave you puzzled and eager to find out what she means, but it’s another few hours of walking before you find out. It takes a whole day of walking, and when you finally arrive, it’s late, well past midnight. Still, you get your people situated before you and Bellamy are led to a bedroom in the tower of Polis, on one of the lower floors. You throw your stuff down immediately, and follow the Ice Nation guard down the hall to Clarke’s room, who lets you in as soon as she sees you. “Let’s go to the balcony to talk. It's more private there.”

You nod your heads, following her to the balcony, and as soon as she's sure you're alone, she launches into an explanation of everything that happened since you left her nearly two days ago. The almost war between Trikru and Azgeda, Clarke’s attempt to stop the war by trying to become the next commander, Roan stopping her would be Ascension and proposing a Final Conclave, the winner takes a bunker. The news that Raven, now dying, has chosen to stay behind on the Island so she can take one last spacewalk and die in peace. That news saddens you, and you hate that you didn’t get to say goodbye to her. The last few days are full of loss, and you aren’t sure how much more you can take. 

Clarke looks out at the dark city as she continues her explanation. “The entire city is the battlefield. No time limit, no guns. One warrior from each clan fights until only one remains.”

Bellamy looks at her, his jaw clenching, not pleased with this idea. “And the winner's clan takes the bunker, just like that?”

She nods, letting him know those are the rules, but he shakes his head. “Without guns, and without anyone trained in Grounder combat, there's no way we can win.”

“We fight or we die.”

You all peer out at the silent city, wondering what you’re going to do, when the sound of hoofbeats clap on the stone ground. You all look towards it, watching a familiar horse ride down the street towards the tower. She stops just below Clarke’s balcony, the answer to the problem you were debating less than a minute ago. Octavia Blake, trained in Grounder combat, full of bloodthirsty rage, looks down at the Flamekeepers that surround her. “I'm here for the war.”

And just like that, Skaikru has a champion.

-

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Boy's Bedroom Update: Closet Doors and Supply Drawers

Our youngest boy's bedroom has received a couple of updates that are really helping his space feel more finished and functional.

Last year at the beginning of the school year, we decided it was time to give all three boys their own bedrooms. Although our youngest two will always be the bestest of friends, I think they are enjoying the process of putting their personal stamps on their rooms, and appreciating their privacy and quiet time. Although, my heart really loves that they have "sleepovers" with each other any chance they can get. Just like any space, we try things and they evolve after living with our updates for awhile. We have actually made three changes in this space; two completely intentional and one unintentionally. You may notice that his desk has changed since we created his playful workspace last year. When we ordered his new closet storage for the right side, we wanted to take advantage of as much of the space as possible. To install everything on the right side, we pulled everything out of the left. Once the right was installed, we were unable to get his previous desk back in on the left. It was just a few inches too big, even when I tried to assemble it inside of the closet. We goofed. So we sold the desk on Craigslist and looked for another inexpensive and smaller option to better fit the nook. Finding a petite desk wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, so I started looking at console/sofa tables and ordered this one from Amazon. And it fit but just barely, I still had to assemble it inside of the closet which was a really interesting and probably quite comical thing to witness.

I also had picked up a set of storage drawers because his desktop was always cluttered with all of his papers and collections and supplies... it made it nearly impossible to actually do his homework with everything that was always piling up there. The drawers are from IKEA and are such a great price! They are nice and small yet still hold so many things. I did have to modify the console table a small bit to fit the drawers under, I just installed the front face board flat up under the front of the desk to keep it properly supported.

The drawers originally came with silver handles, so I sprayed them black and used my computer to create the labels.

And then of course I stayed true to my methods and created some drawer dividers from the cereal boxes sitting in our recycling bin. I found some really strong blue ticking stripe paper from HomeGoods for $3, and I had more than enough to do the four dividers and line all of the drawer bottoms for a touch of playfulness!

Photos like that give me such happy goosebumps! And it was so simple! I placed the drawers in a way that there is still enough space to open them all of the way, and was also sure that his chair would give him plenty of wiggle room.

As far as what is inside of the drawers; they are labeled Supplies, Think, Get Techy, Be Creative, Save and Play Games.

Little cupcake/baking liners are so great for dividing small things inside of larger areas! I have been using these things everywhere lately!

I like to keep a couple of grade appropriate workbooks at his desk so he has something to do on weeknights when no homework is assigned, and during the summer months. The drawers fit the books and his writing tools.

I didn't have enough cereal boxes on hand for this project, but the Dollar Store sells dividers 3/$1 and they also fit quite nicely to hold his techy items.

Another drawer for his creative items and journals. And yes, I let my kiddos paint in their rooms. I sprinkle craft supplies all over the house to encourage their creative side whenever possible. It's a risk I take, the boys are older and with some research, almost all craft supply products can be cleaned up if an accident happens.

Another drawer holds a variety of small games. Now it is easier than ever for him to keep his workspace clear!

Oh! And I also added a small textured lamp which was a great small size for his desk and made it feel a little more comfortable. Onto the next side of his closet. After installing his fantastic new system, we weren't sure we would want to add doors to conceal all of the wonderful storage. But ultimately I decided it would really clean up the room visually and sometimes it is just nice to conceal away everyday clutter, even if it is organized in a lovely way.

(Excuse the weird thing my camera/lens has been doing with making things look like they are bowing out, our trim and doors are actually quite straight). I was going to detail out the installation process, but we ended up following all of the exact steps we took when we did our coat closet doors. You can find that tutorial here.

This time I purchased these primed doors special order from a local home improvement store. We split the bi-folds and gave them a couple coats of white paint. Added some black hinges and they were now able to swing open from the center. The simple paneling on these doors is really clean and timeless and fits our boy's space so well. When we initially did this to our coat closet, I ordered some polished dummy knobs. We ended up using the same hardware that was on nearby cabinets for those doors, but I saved the knobs because I knew we would have another project for them someday. That day finally came and to keep them fitting with everything else happening in his room, I gave them a quick coat of black spray paint.

The dummy knobs just look like standard door knobs but don't actually turn or require any special installation. And nothing goes through to the back side of the door or interrupts that inside of the closet. And I don't generally like to spray paint hardware out of fear it won't hold-up, but took the risk because I had everything I needed on hand, and the paint contained a primer. #fingerscrossedtightly

It really did simplify the space a bit, with all of his belongings everywhere, it was nice to clean up this side of his room visually. Only a few things left on our list:

Paint the ceiling

Install a new light

Add crown moulding

Add a roman shade

Build a bunk bed

He has really wanted some sort of cool bed in his room so he can sleep his bro or his pals. I think he has his dad convinced to get it done sometime this summer. Should be a really fun project to tackle and we are appointing Parker as the lead designer.

Little by little, day by day, I love how even the little changes continue to make a difference! You can catch up on past posts for this space below:

"Sea"ing Deep Blue in our Boy's Bedroom

Installing a Fun Closet Workspace

Before & After: Boy's Bedroom Closet

DIY Buffalo Check Bulletin Board

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