#cal roberts x reader

[bi-bard]

Tell Me All the Secrets You’ve Been Hiding - Cal Roberts Imagine (The Path)

Title: Tell Me All the Secrets You’ve Been Hiding

Pairing: Cal Roberts X Reader

Based On: Sex Not Violence

Word Count: 1,190 words

Warning(s): using affection to get someone to talk about their trauma (don't do that; you can comfort, don't force it), description of bad parents

Summary: Cal wants to know more about a new resident to the compound. (Y/n) wants to focus on literally anything else.

Author's Note: Oh, look, another Hugh Dancy character. That's a fucking shock.

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Staying at the compound for the Meyerist Movement was not part of my plan. I don't know if it ever would have been.

But here I was, walking along the grounds like I had been there forever. I had gotten comfortable there. Very comfortable.

It was late. Most people were either already asleep or getting ready to be. I couldn't sleep. I wanted to be able to look around the compound without anyone interrupting me.

I must've gotten lost in thought.

I couldn't remember walking into the chapel. I just kind of found myself there.

It looked weirder in the dark without anyone there.

"(Y/n)?"

I looked to the door, immediately recognizing whose voice it was.

"Cal," I grinned at him.

He had been the one to find me. He led me to the compound when I needed a safe place. I had kind of latched onto him. He was the first person that I had started to trust. The only person that I felt like I could rely on.

"Am I... Am I not supposed to be in here," I asked, pointing around.

"No, no, you're fine."

I nodded.

"Did you need something," he offered. "Time alone or... anything, really?"

I shook my head. "I've gotten so used to following everyone around constantly. I wanted to see the compound without the crowd. Not that I don't like the people here. I just get a bit overwhelmed."

He grinned. "It's okay."

I went back to looking around the building.

"You've been here for a while," he noted. I nodded, not looking at him. "Have you reached out to your family? At all?"

I felt a wave of nervousness roll through me. "I... Can we talk about something else?"

"Why?"

"It's just not important," I shrugged. "This building is lovely."

"(Y/n)."

"Cal," I mimicked his stern tone as I looked back at him.

He started walking over to me. "You have been here for a while yet have disclosed none of your past. I would like to know you."

I paused for a moment, contemplating my choices. I could tell him everything and deal with the consequences. Or I could deny it and try to move on without ever thinking about my life before the movement.

That would be much easier.

"You don't actually want to talk about that," I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. I'm here now."

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't find it important."

I stepped forward, reaching out to touch his sides. "I've done everything you've asked of me. Listened to every word and completed every task. I did that for you."

Cal tensed but he didn't move away from me. I leaned over, speaking directly into his ear.

"Is that not enough," I whispered.

It was just meant to be a distraction. Hoping for a lapse in his self-control so I can avoid this conversation for a little bit longer.

"I thought you did those things for your faith," he said. I leaned back, disappointed that my plan didn't actually work.

"Not at first," I confessed. I stepped back, going to sit on the edge of his little stage. "You were my main motivation. You were the one that found me. That brought me here. Are you surprised that I wanted to do whatever it took for you to not leave me?"

He tilted his head a bit at me. Something clicked in his mind. I could see it.

"You were... you are all that I want," I continued. "I would do almost anything you asked of me."

I watched him step toward me.

I looked away from him as he got closer.

He reached out and cupped the side of my face, turning me back to look up at him. I wanted to hide again. His eyes were looking right through me. Like he could read every last thought without me saying anything.

"I have an offer for you," he said. "If you'll hear it."

I nodded. Of course, I would.

He took a knee in front of me. His hand remained on the side of my face. I had to fight the urge to lean into his touch.

"Answer my questions," he explained. "And I'll be sure that you get what you want."

I furrowed my eyebrows. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my cheek. It clicked. Him.

He leaned back, grinning at me. "Is that okay?"

I nodded before the logical side of my brain could talk me out of it. All I had been craving for months, years even, was affection. True affection. Cal was the first person I had actually tied to that need. He was offering me that on a silver platter.

"Why did you stay," he asked.

"Um, well," I let out a breath. "I didn't have anywhere to go."

His hands moved to hold mine. "No one to go find?"

"No one worth my time," I muttered. "Don't talk to my family very much."

I very distinctly remember not wanting to talk about this. Cal nodded, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. I watched him closely. I had never been so nervous around someone. The only reason my leg wasn't shaking was that I was scared that I was going to knee him in the face by accident.

He leaned back enough to look at me properly. "Why?"

I hesitated for a moment. My mouth opened and closed a few times.

"(Y/n)," Cal pushed.

"We didn't click," I explained as best I could. "I wanted to be able to feel my emotions truly. Cry when I needed to cry. Yell when I needed to yell. They wanted a child that was a robot. Kicked me out due to my 'outbursts'."

I had gotten so used to locking all of that off. Not telling anyone. It was too much. It either overwhelmed them or they thought I was overdramatic.

Cal's jaw clenched for a moment. I don't know why, but I assumed he was upset at me. I looked down, waiting for him to snap at me or yank his hands away or something.

He didn't.

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my cheek. He paused there for a few moments. I could feel my face warming up as he did.

I didn't let him get far when he tried to lean back.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his properly for the first time. My hands moved to grab onto the fabric of his shirt. There were tears rolling down my face. I could feel them. I didn't want to answer any more questions.

Cal didn't seem to want any more answers. His hand cupped the side of my face.

He leaned back a few moments later. He used his thumb to wipe away the tears that were falling.

"Are you okay," he asked.

I nodded, "Yeah. Yeah. It wasn't you."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah," I looked down at my hand still grabbing his shirt. "I am completely sure."

I pulled him back into another kiss. I accepted that this was the best place for me. This was home. With Cal was home.

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Author's Note: No one bullies me as much as I bully myself for writing about so many Hugh Dancy characters.

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pairing: luke hemmings x f!reader (fc: claudia tihan)

a/n: hi cuties!! 🖤 here's another instagram blurb, this time filled with pretty random posts. i hope u enjoyed it & have a great rest of your day ♡ if u have any face claim suggestions i'm all ears!

➢ pt. 2 to this

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yourinstagram I said 'smile for daddy'. Ain't those the prettiest smiles ever?

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loveroflukey SMILE FOR DADDY?? DADDY?????

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5sos.updates It seems that Ash and Cal were on the picnic too with Luke and Y/N!

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y/s/n.updates SHE IS THE MOMENT. AN ICON.

5sos What did you think of the show?

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5sos Oh...

lukehemmings I think she just hates my voice 🫥

loverofy/s/n THE BANTERRRR OMGGG, IMAGINE HOW MUCH FUN THEY HAVE TOGETHER !!

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lukehemmings Dinner date. Swipe to see me getting ready.

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y/s/n.updates MOMMY AND DADDY

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yourinstagram Swipe for Lu's reaction when I dropped my pasta while filming this pic. Rude, don't you think?

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lukehemmings Did a cool photoshoot. Thanks for having me 🤘🏻🖤

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yourinstagram LUKE ROBERT HEMMINGS

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lukehemmings My dear devoted delicate...

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5SOSAUC SHUT UP!! WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE!!!!

malumsshoes i feel so single 😭😭

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celebrity crush | 2/??

a/n: the first interview is mostly based off of dove cameron and ava max’s interviews with popbuzz

summary: actress! reader somehow manages to bring up her crush on calum hood in every interview

pairing(s): calum hood x reader, platonic! reader x tom holland

warning(s): swearing? slight mentions of kinks

“She’s at it again mate,” Ashton smirked as he carried his laptop over to Calum who was sat on the sofa. He flipped open the computer and hit play on y/n y/l/n’s newest interview.

“C’mon, I don’t wanna-” Calum rubbed his hand over is face and shook his head.

Ashton ignored him and turned up the volume to drown out his protest. “Shhh.. watch.”

“Hey guys, I’m y/n y/l/n and this is the Pop Buzz Tower of Truth.” You spoke as the title popped up on screen.

“I think I’m gonna end up tipping it before I can even get one block out,” You said as you tried to carefully pull of a wooden block. 

“That will never work,” Calum heard a voice from off camera say and recognized it as Tom Holland. He tried not to frown as you laughed and mocked him.

“Y’know what, we’re leaving that one.” You laughed, leaving the original block alone and easily pulling out another block.

“There we go. Okay, what was the last movie or tv show that make you cry? Dead Poets Society. I love Dead Poets Society so much and Tom had never seen it so we watched it after finishing yesterdays interviews.” You placed the block on top of the tower. “And he cried.”

The camera crew laughed as Tom shouted a, “Hey!”

“Tell us one thing about you that we don’t know. Um, this is hard because I’m always saying stuff that I shouldn’t be. Um, I’m an Oxford comma worshiper.” You said, unsure whether or not that’s interesting enough.

“Oxford comma?” A crew member behind the camera questioned.

“Yeah, y’know, the comma that comes before ‘and’ when making a list. I hate that people don’t use it because then I get all confused. Like if I were to write ‘Lizzie, Tom, and Robert are going to the party’ and I don’t add a comma before ‘and’ then it seems like Tom and Robert would be arriving at the party together. But some people who don’t use the Oxford comma could mean that all three people were showing up separately so I never know. Y’know what I mean?”

The camera crew were all silent after her rant and Calum chuckled a bit to himself. He thought it was cute that you were so passionate about the smallest things. Ashton looked over to him as Calum admired you through the screen. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew Calum secretly liked how much you talked about him.

“No,” Tom responded honestly

“Ugh,” You rolled your eyes dramatically and looked into the camera, “See, these are the type of guys you got to look out for: Un-grammarly men.” You joked.

“Un-grammarly isn’t a thing.” Tom laughed.

“Well if it were a thing, you’d be one.” You fired back at Tom.

“Anyway, who is your favorite artist right now? Um, probably Wallows, I love them and their music.”

“I was really expecting Calum Hood to be honest.” Tom shouted from across the room.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I just forgot about him like that. I love you Calum Hood. I love 5sos.” You held up your hands into a heart shape and moved your hands from side to side. 

You then dropped them and grabbed another block. “Sorry, I keep forgetting that people are actually going to see these interviews. Like, he could literally see this. Dude, I hope he doesn’t.” You paused, “Oh god, do you think he knows about my crush on him?” You had been mentioning him for years and it had never once occurred to you that he could actually see these. 

Calum laughed at the irony of the situation. Here he was watching a video of you saying you hoped he’d never see said video.

“This is humiliating.” You mumbled though you didn’t seem to actually care, “Who was your first celebrity crush? Oh uh, definitely Andrew Garfield. I remember when I first watched the Social Network and I was like obsessed. My friend and I both watched it over 10 times within like two months. And then would continuously make Mark Zuckerberg jokes. But of course, Calum Hood now owns my heart.” You put the block on top of the tower. “I’m actually doing really good, I thought I’d knock it down by now.”

“Describe in detail the worst date you’ve ever been on. Okay so I was like fifteen right, and, well I’m not even sure if this counts as a date. I think he considered it a date so I guess it was but basically we were in the car, he was sixteen so he could drive. We were in the drive through, we had already ordered, and he started feeling around in is pockets and I was like oh god, cause I knew what was about to happen. He was like, ‘oh no i think i lost my wallet’, and I was like its fine I’ll pay. I really didn’t mind. I ended up paying, we got our drinks and without missing a beat, we hadn’t even pulled out of the drive through, he was like’oh here’s my wallet.’ I really didn’t mind paying for my coffee, I wouldn’t mind paying for both of our coffees. But him going out of his way to lie, and then not even lie well, was so irritating.” She placed the block on the top and picked up a new one.

“What is the most useless idem you’ve ever purchased? Um, I bought a seven foot giraffe while I saw drunk once.” The block was added to the top, the tower now taller than you. “He’s in my living room if you wanted to know.”

You grabbed the next block carelessly, immediately regretting it when the tower fell behind you, “Oh shit, well I guess we’re done then.” You said nonchalantly, looking at the blocks on the floor. “I don’t think I’ll be playing this again anytime soon. Love you guys,” You held up your hands, “Love you Calum Hood.” You winked before the outro began to play.

“She must really love you, Cal.” Ashton poked Calum’s cheek annoyingly, “She’s got no shame.”

Calum wouldn’t admit it, but as soon as he got home he looked you up again. He clicked on the same video Ashton showed him and scrolled through the comments. 

y/nscalumhoodkink: MOMOMOMOMOMOM

datemey/n: Queen of Jenga

ashtonfletchersbitch: Y/N LITERALLY IS ME

5esohes: no because y/n y/l/n and calum hood together is my kink

noemptywalletshere: not only does y/n own this fandom, but my ass too

He couldn’t help but laugh at the comments no matter how interesting they were. But something in the back of his head kept yelling at him. She doesn’t acting like you. Shes just likes your music, nothing more. He sighed and clicked out of the video and was about the close his laptop when his cursor handed on a video. 

Y/n Y/l/n foaming at the mouth while talking about Calum Hood for 5 minutes straight.

He clicked on it a little too quickly and waited for it too load. 

“Calum Hood choke me challenge.” You stuck out your tongue and threw up a peace sign with an innocent look plastered on here face. 

“Bro imagine if Calum Hood saw this?” “Oh he would definitely fall for you after this video”

The third thing to pop up was a tweet from 2015 just saying: #marrymecalumhood

“Calum Hood send me hand pics. This is a demand, not a request.”

Calum continued to watch the entire video. Normally, the thirsty comments would have made him uncomfortable, but them coming from you made his heart race and cheeks flush.

God, what was happening to him?

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Cold Hands

Jackson Neill x Reader

For @storiesofsvu​​​’s Fall Bingo! Requested by @detectivebarba. Followed up in Cozy Sweaters​

Warnings: NSFW (smutty lines, no smut). Angst, cheating, breakup.

OK, so, my fluffy Jackson fics take place in a world where Sarah never happened or after she & Jackson broke up… But what if they didn’t? 

1,800 words

“Here’s another one: ‘Professor Neill is super dreamy. He’s a PILF.’ What’s a PILF?”

“I honestly don’t know. I don’t read these comments. I don’t care,” Jackson replied with irritation. He did, and he does, but he wasn’t going to let some cultist make him out to be an exploitative, charismatic leader.

“But you did ‘eff’ a student, right?”

Jackson laughed nervously under the hot stage lights.

“Any chance you had a sexual relationship with a student you used for a source in your article?” Cal Roberts, the man sitting across the news set from him, raised an eyebrow innocently, reveling in the way his little ace in the hole had Jackson pinned.

“Of course not. That would be unethical.”

“Right, right.”

How the fuck did he find out? When Sarah chose to go back to the Meyerist Movement instead of listening to reason, he didn’t think she would tell anyone. Their fringe movement was dangerous—restrictive to personal freedoms. Letting them know that she was his source would have put her in danger. The fact that one of its leaders knew blindsided him.

He was tense for the rest of the debate, and the cameras picked up on it. He looked like an asshole. The cult won this round as far as the audience was concerned.

As the cameras turned off and the PA came to unclip his mic, Jackson stepped close to Cal and said, low enough not to be overheard, “I did care about her. I do. Tell her I miss her, and I hope she’s OK.”

Guilt over their affair swirled in his gut as he walked off the set—and came to a screeching halt as he ran into you.

You had been sitting in the vacant live-audience area to watch the filming, but you were standing now, as if you’d gotten up to meet him but froze halfway there and were just… staring. Your eyes were dull.

“Who was he talking about?” you asked in a small voice.

Anger he could have handled. His ex-wife was always screaming at him for his screw-ups. But this was something worse.

He could have placated you with lies. Told you that everything with Sarah was before he met you, but you were too clever for that—too interested in his research not to realize when he started using her as a source. Besides, you didn’t deserve to be lied to again. If he hoped to salvage his relationship with you, then you deserved the truth from now on.

“Listen, let’s just… go home and talk.”

You silently nodded.

***

A thick silence haunted the car ride home, punctuated only by the howl of autumn wind through the dark city streets.

On the ride to the studio, you had been so animated, helping him prepare for the debate. You would pretend to be a Meyerist and argue against him so Jackson could practice his response. He put his hand on your thigh, and it was so warm. You squealed at his icy fingertips, but instead of batting them away, you shoved them deeper between your thighs. “Someone has to help your bad circulation,” you declared with a grin. “Can’t let you get frostbite.” He could barely focus on the road.

Now, when he tried to say something… to broach the subject… you only stared out the passenger window at the passing streetlights and bare trees.

He reached out to touch you, but you shrugged him off.

***

Jackson couldn’t have known the deafening chaos of that car ride home. His home, not yours, though you had all but moved in. You’d been planning to make it official when your lease was up, but now you would have to renew it.

You’d have to let your roommates know you’d be staying.

All these little thoughts swarmed through your head like post-it notes caught in a cyclone—reminders of a million mundane plans falling apart and being remade. The logistics of separating two entangled lives. Would you take your houseplant back or leave it in Jackson’s kitchen? There was never enough light for it in your apartment.

If you started thinking about the big things—who was the student? How long? How many nights did he say he was working late when he was with them?—then you might fall apart.

The car was silent, but inside your head was an endless dark roar.

Jackson parked in the driveway, and without a word, you began wandering through the house like a ghost, picking up your things and packing them up in a plastic garbage bag. Half your wardrobe was here. It should take two trips, but if you had to come back… if you had to see him again, and he asked you to stay, you might be too weak. So you’d have to get everything in one trip.

Your feet shuffled lifelessly into the bathroom to retrieve your toiletries when Jackson squeezed through the door in front of you and blocked the sink.

“Stop. Please. Let’s talk about this.”

“What’s there to talk about? I don’t want to know his name.”

The obvious thought was, maybe it wasn’t true. That Meyerist guy would have said anything just to make Jackson look bad. But if that were the case, Jackson would have told you so right away. He didn’t, and he wasn’t even trying to sell you an alternate fiction to exonerate himself. For a cheater, he was honest. Jackson never lied to you, so you used to think. That was why this… this was so unexpected. You never saw it coming.

You tried to get around him, but he kept getting in the way of your toothbrush until you looked at him. “She wasn’t a student. She was participating in one of my classes as a guest speaker. She’s not even enrolled at the university. He made it sound as if—”

“DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT’S THE PART I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH?!” you screamed.

Your anger had been so seething, quiet, you didn’t even realize you were angry until you finally opened your mouth and fury poured out like dragon’s fire. It caught you both by surprise. You shoved past him to grab your toothbrush and marched back out into the master bedroom without another word.

Tears pricked the back of your eyelids. You didn’t like yourself when you lost control like that, especially knowing how his ex had been. How much he flinched at raised voices. Part of you wanted to turn around and hold him, comfort him, apologize. Then you felt sick that that was your first impulse after what he did.

Maybe the bastard deserved it.

“I… just wanted you to know I’m not some kind of… of predator.” He sounded like a child, his voice high and thin.

You turned.

He looked so pathetic standing there in the bathroom with his rumpled shirt hanging off fallen shoulders, his eyes shining wet and desperate.

“Why?” you asked. It was the only question you could ask. The only one that mattered—if it even mattered. You heard your voice breaking as if it were in another room.

“It was just supposed to be research. I chatted her up to learn about the Meyerist Movement… It wasn’t cheating, at first. I never meant to let things go that far. But she was so smart, but vulnerable… I thought I could help her get out. I thought she was ready to leave religion behind, like I did. She was so much like I used to be. Before I knew it, I was falling in love with her. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

Tears escaped your eyes, but you didn’t want them to. You didn’t want him to see you cry over him. “So you love her?”

“No! I love you—I chose you,” he croaked. “It’s been over for a long time. She was only using me to help her research the history of Meyerism. When I realized that...” He took a few steps toward you, but you took one back to stay out of reach.

You let out a bark of cynical laughter. “So I was your fallback? The one who actually cared about you? Supported you? It was too hard having this woman lean on you for help, so you just used me the same way?”

“That… that isn’t—”

“You don’t love me. I’m just a soft place for you to land. If she patiently waited at home for you, you would have left me, wouldn’t you?”

“It was a mistake. The worst mistake of my life. Please...”

“The worst part is, I thought you were better than this. I believed in you. You were always so cuddly and domestic, the kind of guy you settle down with—I thought I finally found a man I could trust.”

“You can. It will never happen again. I’ll spend my whole life making up for it if I have to.”

Unlike the tightly clenched tear ducts on your face, regularly scrubbed dry with the back of your sleeve, Jackson’s tears were freely flowing down his cheeks. He tried to hold you, but you shoved his cold touch away.

It was too late for that. His arms were not comfort anymore.

All you could see was him wrapping those arms around her. All while you were cooking him dinner, being so understanding of his late nights, waiting for him to come home. Never knowing. Never thinking he would betray you.

He must have washed her scent off him. Did he scrub his cock with soap twice just to make sure you wouldn’t taste her on him when you knelt between his knees? Did he think about her hair when he was pulling yours? Imagine her lips wrapped around him?

Was she better than you? Was that why he did it?

Did he finger her the same way, slow and gentle, before fucking her? You wondered if he murmured the same praises, told her she was taking him so well, if he gave that same breathy, “fuck,” just before he came inside her.

Weren’t you enough? What did you do so wrong that he needed to cheat?

Finally, you began to sob. Your whole body rocking, shoulders heaving in big gasping breaths. He took advantage of the moment and hugged you tight, whispering shallow promises meant to be comforting, and you could tell his heart was breaking at the sight of you in pain.

You let him hold you, just for a moment, because it still felt so good—he still felt like home.

But you were sobbing for broken plans. For the apartment lease you would have to renew when you had been looking forward to moving in. For the dog you and Jackson wanted to adopt from the shelter. For the Airbnb you booked in Vermont for leaf-peeping season that would have to be canceled.

His cheating hands felt cold on your back, but you let him hold you a little bit longer, because despite everything, your heart was breaking for him, too.

Because this would be the last time he ever held you.

• ● • ━━━━━─ ••●•• ─━━━━━ • ● • @beccabarba​ / @itsjustmyfantasyroom​ / @thatesqcrush​ / @dianilaws​ / @permanentlydizzy​ / @mrsrafaelbarba​ / @madamsnape921​ / @astrangegirlsmind​ / @neely1177​ / @onerestein​ / @dreamlover31​ / @isvvc-pvscvl​​  / @shroomiehomie / @storiesofsvu​ / @welcometothemxdhouse​​ / @feedthemadness-sweetie​ / @law-nerd105​ / @amelia-song-pond​ / @michael-rooker​ / @xecq / @madpanda75​ / @alwaysachorusgirl​ / @bananas-pajamas​ / @leanor-min​ / @mad-girl-without-a-box​ / @katierpblogg​ / @worldofvixen​ / @sassyada​ / @detectivebarba​

#Jackson Neill #The Path #jackson neill x reader #storiesofsvufallbingo #my writing

[kyberphilosopher]

Important Information

Rules:

I am a minor. As such, smut can not be requested and can not be written. As a compromise, smutty themes can be used as overtones or undertones, often vaguely or simply eluded to. But pure smut? Not for a few months, which is when I’ll be 18. Sorry horndogs. 

Please request through the submission inbox, or my direct messages. Further more, be polite. Be clear. If I ask a question to clear something up, answer it. Don’t let it dangle. I will always ask if there’s anything else you so desire (a word count, any details) so please tell me if there’s nothing else or if there is. English is also not my first language. 

Do not request something against canon. I have written like that before and did not enjoy that. This means if something is considered canon, say Star Wars, such as a line of dialogue or something shown on screen, I would refuse to write you into it. I feel that it distorts the fiction so much you wouldn’t really be in it, and the characters wouldn’t be themselves anymore. Allow me to write you into the world as a side character, as something not shown directly but something that could fit into canon. 

Some fictional characters have different versions of them. For example, Movie Anakin Skywalker, and the Clone Wars Anakin Skywalker. Ben Affleck Batman, or Christian Bale Batman? Or even, Comic Accurate Batman? Specify for me. If not specified after asking for it, I will write the character with headcanon information pulled from multiple ‘canon’ sources. This will be referred to as ‘headcanoned canon’.

Reblog my stuff? Absolutely. I see all my reblogs. But take it an post it to a different site? No. Don’t do that. Maybe I’ll spread over to Ao3 one day, but for now, please don’t. 

Last one I can think of for now. But luckily this can be updated over time. I don’t write drabbles. I know! But just imagine all the times you’ve read a fic so good, only for it to end so soon. I like the thought of writing something both high quality and high quantity, which means I won’t be satisfied with anything under 2,000 words. Unfortunately, this may sometimes come at the expense of time. Especially if what you requested doesn’t fit into my current hyperfixation. 

List of Characters I’ve Written, or Am Open to Writing:

Aayla Secura, Star Wars (Clone Wars)

Ahsoka Tano, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)

Anakin Skywalker, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)

Asaaj Ventress, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Books)

Boba Fett, Star Wars (Live Action Original Movies and The Mandalorian)

Bodhi Rook, Star Wars (Rogue One)

Bo-Katan Kryze, Star Wars (Clone Wars and The Mandalorian)

Cal Kestis, Star Wars (Jedi: Fallen Order, Beginning and End of Game)

Cassian Andor, Star Wars (Rogue One)

Darth Maul, Star Wars (Clone Wars)

Din Djarin, Star Wars (The Mandalorian)

Finn, Star Wars (Live Action Sequel Trilogy)

Jyn Erso, Star Wars (Rogue One)

Leia Skywalker, Star Wars (Live Action Original Movies)

Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)

Padme Amidala, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)

Poe Dameron, Star Wars (Live Action Sequel Trilogy)

Rey, Star Wars (Live Action Sequel Trilogy)

Rex, Star Wars (Clone Wars)

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Batman, DC Comics (All Live Action, All Comic, Arkhamverse, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)

Bane, DC Comics (Games)

Barry Allen/The Flash, DC Comics (All Live Action, Headcanoned Canon)

Black Canary, DC Comics (Birds of Prey Live Action Movie)

Bruce Wayne, DC Comics (All Live Action, Headcanoned Canon)

Catwoman/Selina Kyle, DC Comics (Headcanoned Canon)

Christopher Smith/Peacemaker, DCEU (All Live Action, Headcanoned Canon)

Cleo Cazo/Ratcatcher 2, DCEU (Live Action)

Conner Kent/Superboy, DC Comics (Titans, All Animated)

Damian Wayne, DC Comics (Animated and Injustice)

Dick Grayson, DC Comics (Titans, All Comic, Arkhamverse, All Animated, All Versions)

Harley Quinn, DC Comics (All Live Action, All Comic, Arkhamverse, All Animated Versions)

Jason Todd/Red Hood, DC Comics (Headcanoned Canon, Arkhamverse, All Animated, Titans, All Versions)

Katana, DC Comics (2016 Suicide Squad Live Action Movie)

Poison Ivy, DC Comics (Arkhamverse, All Comic, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)

Tim Drake/Red Robin, DC Comics (Arkhamverse, All Comic, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)

Raven, DC Comics (Headcanoned Canon, All Animated, All Comics, All Titans)

Robert Dubois/Bloodsport, DC Comics (DCEU Live Action)

Scarecrow/Johnathon Crane, DC Comics(All Live Action, Arkhamverse, Headcanoned Canon)

Starfire/Koriand’r, DC Comics (Titans, All Comics, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)

Superman/Clark Kent, DC Comics (Cavill’s Live Action, All Animated, All Comics)

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Annie Leonhardt, Shingeki no Kyojin (Marley Resident, Season 1-3, Season 4, Titan Form)

Bertholdt Hoover, Shingeki no Kyojin (Marley Resident, Season 1-3)

Carla Jaeger, Shingeki no Kyojin (Pre Beginning)

Eren Jaeger, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4, Titan Form)

Hanji Zoe, Shingeki no Kyojin (All Seasons and OVA)

Jean Kirchstein, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4)

Levi Ackerman, Shingeki no Kyojin (All Seasons and OVA)

Marco Bodt, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1)

Mikasa Ackerman, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4)

Moblit Berner, Shingeki no Kyojin (All Seasons and OVA)

Sasha Braus, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4)

L Lawliet, Death Note (Season 1)

Ryuk, Death Note (Season 1)

Touta Matsuda, Death Note (Season 1)

Raye Penber and Naomi Matsura (Season 1, Pre Beginning, Throuple Headcanon Canoned)

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Connor RK800, Detroit: Become Human (Deviant, Android, Mid and Post Game)

Chloe RT600, Detroit: Become Human (Deviant, Android, Pre, Mid, and Post Game)

Gavin Reed, Detroit: Become Human (Mid and Post Game)

Kara AX400, Detroit: Become Human (Post Game)

Luther TR400, Detroit: Become Human (Pre and Post Game)

Markus RK200, Detroit: Become Human (Pre, Mid, and Post Game)

Nines RK900, Detroit: Become Human (Post Game)

North WR400, Detroit: Become Human (Pre, Mid, and Post Game)

Other Worlds and Fandoms Coming Soon. 

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What You Can Expect From Me:

Fanfiction

Headcanons- While I’d consider all of my fanfiction headcanons, I’m referring to those little bullet point things you’ll see writers do. Here’s my deal on that. I won’t do romantic headcanons for the characters listed above. By that I mean you won’t see anything titled, “How Poe Dameron Would Cuddle”, or anything of that sort. But you probably will see just my own little headcanons for fun. Like, little fun facts. You know, “Superman’s favorite food is ____”, “Nines hates rats”.

However, I will write romantic headcanons for my OC’s. But that’s for later.

Further regarding fanfiction, I typically write angst. Not sure why, it’s just what I started with because I thought the plots were strongest and I wanted to see where I could take it. Like I said, no smut, but you’ll find allusions to it. Fluff? Yeah, it’s there. Hard for me to write fluff without a plot, but it does exist on my page. 

Original Stories

Most people ignore this, but if you see that I’ve posted it won’t always be something regarding your favorite character. I write my own little stories that’s basically just glorified, book length headcanons for a few worlds, but mostly the Star Wars galaxy. Don’t worry, there’s no need to pay attention to it if you don’t want. It’s something I do in my spare time besides x readers and oneshots. 

Spontaneous Posting

What I mean by this, is that unlike a lot of writers, I don’t work on a schedule. There’s no “once a week posting”, or anything like that. What I finish and give the okay to, is posted. If you’ve requested something, I’ll let you know that it’s about to go out. So sometimes a burst of fics may be pumped out in a week, or none will for up to a month.

Going by EST, I typically am most active at night and early morning. Especially in the summer. During fall this may change.

I rarely put out a post that is unrelated to my writings. If it is related to my personal life instead, it will be posted, but not saved. Documented and available, but never pinned or anything. 

FAQ:

Do you write queer pairings?

Yes. My earlier works usually elude to a female reader and it’s blaringly obvious, though it’s shifting into androgyny for ease of reader. I would prefer to have an androgynous reader instead of a set in stone male or female one. 

Am I reading a queer fanfic written by a straight person?

You are not. I am androgynous myself in terms of gender and unlabeled in terms of sexuality. 

Do you write for poc?

This question shocks me, though I’ve gotten it twice. Then I realized- it’s because so many writers forget the point of a reader. The reader may be described as blonde, or white, or thin, or female. You will not find that here. There will be no set in stone appearance for the reader except for mentions of whatever hair you may possess (apologies to those without hair). There will be no talk of ‘light skin’, or ‘curvy figure’. The farthest I’ll go is describing you as pale, if say, you were sick. Because any race or skin tone can go pale, you know? The only thing I’d do- rarely- is give you a real age. But only to further the plot if needed.

 My point is, ‘Y/N’ is not just a pretty white person with long hair. It’s inclusive to anyone. I’ll stand by that. 

Do you write headcanons?

Answered in the above section. Long story short, I’m working on it, but on my terms. 

Do you write song fics?

I haven’t before. Why? They make me cringe. I don’t know why. I’ll write a fic based on a song, or with undertones of a song. But those little paragraphs with the lyrics that aren’t even in time with what you’re reading if you were to read and listen at the same time? I don’t think so. 

Do you know what sex is?

I do. 

Will you have e-sex with me in the direct message chatbox?

I will not. 

Why do you write on tumblr?

I started writing just to share an old word document with over 300 pages worth of an Original Star Wars story. I tried my hand at fanfiction because, while I don’t read it often myself, I know a lot of people do. It helps them escape reality. And, I’m a pretty good writer, I think. At least I can only get better. I’m just one more person trying to put something out for people to enjoy, and maybe even rely on. 

Will you ever write for real people?

If I ever wrote a fanfiction about Christian Bale or like Barack Obama I think I would just disappear. I can’t do it. It’s like warping my own reality. 

How often do you post?

I don’t know. 

Do you have a taglist?

I did! But only for Star Wars. If you want to be tagged in something, let me know. But you have to be specific. Just for a certain character? For a certain fandom? A certain plot? Just og stories? Be clear. 

Dynamics I Enjoy Writing:

Man simps for person who almost wants nothing to do with them. 

Hero simps for villain or villain simps for hero despite the obvious consequences.

Two jokesters destroy some area while left alone together. May get along better than they would admit. 

Two people who are not expected to get along, get along well. 

Hero and villain are best friends but won’t admit it.

Basically if I’m left to my own mind most of my fics will fall under one of these dynamics. Not always- definitely not always. But I kinda like them. 

Numbers:

800-273-8255 USA National Suicide Hotline

1 (300) 22 4636 Australia Suicide and Anxiety Line

1 [phone]  Canada Suicide Hotline

800-810-1117 China Suicide Hotline

0145394000 France Suicide Hotline

08001810771 Germany Suicide Hotline

8888817666  India Suicide Hotline

810352869090 Japan Suicide Hotline

0078202577577 Russia Suicide Hotline

08457909090 UK Suicide Hotline

4408457909090 Ireland Emergency Hotline

1-800-656-4673 US National Sexual Assault Hotline

741-741 National Panic Hotline (for people who prefer to text)

Anything else? 

Nope. Can’t think of anything. We’ll see if anything changes. Thanks for checking it out. 

Header Credits to: @moonknights​

[justabigassnerd]

Requests:

Hey y’all, I just thought I’d give y’all a little update on how things are going with requests. I’m working on my last request right now and it’ll hopefully be up next week (if uni doesn’t swamp me with work that is) and I just thought this would be a little ‘please send me more requests’ post and I thought I’d leave a list of who I write for now (This list may change as I go but this is as of 04/07/2023).

I AM FROM NOW ON NO LONGER WRITING FOR MUSICALS

You can request x reader, x teen!reader, x daughter!reader or x sister!reader and I do not write smut

MARVEL (ON HOLD):

Clint Barton

Natasha Romanoff

Tony Stark

Thor Odinson

Steve Rogers

Bruce Banner

Peter Parker (MCU, TASM or Raimi!verse)

Loki Odinson

Shuri

Yelena Belova

STAR WARS (ON HOLD):

Poe Dameron

Cal Kestis

The Mandalorian

RED DEAD REDEMPTION (ON HOLD):

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

THE WALKING DEAD (ON HOLD):

Daryl Dixon

Negan

PEAKY BLINDERS (ON HOLD):

Tommy Shelby

TOP GUN:

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE:

Ethan Hunt

#update #marvel #Marvel Avengers #marvel cinematic universe #tony stark #clint barton #natasha romanoff #peter parker #loki #Thor Odinson #Steve Rogers #bruce banner #poe dameron #cal kestis #arthur morgan #john marston #daryl dixon #the walking dead #star wars #red dead redemption two #red dead redemption #rdr2 #twd #top gun maverick #top gun

[twistnet]

fandom + character list

this is the current list of characters i write for.  all of the characters, to include the poly-pairings are strictly for reader inserts — note ; if a character is not listed below, i do not write for them anymore

✰ — ARCANE

characters ; vi, jinx, viktor, jayce talis, caitlyn kiramman, ekko, vander, silco, sevika

poly-pairings ; vi x sevika, vi x caitlyn, vander x silco, silco x sevika, jayce x viktor

✰ — CSI MIAMI

characters ; tim speedle, eric delko, calleigh duquesne

✰ — CALL OF DUTY

characters ; john price, simon ‘ghost’ riley, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, könig, valeria garza

✰ — DAZED & CONFUSED

characters ; randall ‘pink’ floyd, jodi kramer, kevin pickford, benny o’donnell

✰ — MARVEL

daredevil // punisher

characters ; frank castle, billy russo, matt murdock

avengers

characters ; yelena belova, bucky barnes, sam wilson, scott lang, stephen strange, robbie reyes

spider-verse

characters ; miguel o’hara, hobie brown

miscellaneous

characters ; peter parker, druig, sersi, kingo

✰ — MAYANS MC

characters ; coco cruz, bishop losa, creeper vargas, nestor oceteva, luisa ‘adelita’ espina

✰ — NARCOS

characters ; javier peña, steve murphy, horacio carrillo

poly-pairings ; javier peña x steve murphy, javier peña x horacio carrillo

✰ — ONE CHICAGO

chicago fire

characters ; matt casey, kelly severide, leslie shay, sylvie brett, stella kidd, brian ‘otis’ zvonecek, joe cruz christoper herrmann, violet mikami, evan hawkins, greg grainger

poly-pairings ; kelly severide x stella kidd, matt casey x kelly severide, matt casey x sylvie brett, stella kidd x sylvie brett, brian zvonecek x joe cruz

chicago pd

characters ; adam ruzek, kim burgess, kevin atwater, antonio dawson, hailey upton, erin lindsay

poly-pairings ; adam ruzek x kim burgess, kim burgess x hailey upton

chicago med

characters ; will halstead, connor rhodes sarah reese, ava bekker, ethan choi

poly-pairings ; ava bekker x connor rhodes, sarah reese x connor rhodes

crossover

poly-pairings ; matt casey x antonio dawson, antonio dawson x sylvie brett, ava bekker x erin lindsay

✰ — PRODIGAL SON

characters ; malcolm bright, gil arroyo, dani powell

poly-pairings ; malcolm bright x dani powell

✰ — RESIDENT EVIL

characters ; jill valentine, clarie redfield, leon kennedy, carlos oliveira

poly-pairings ; leon kennedy x claire redfield, jill valentine x claire redfield, jill valentine x carlos oliveira

✰ — SONS OF ANARCHY

characters ; chibs telford, tig trager, jax teller, happy lowman

✰ — STAR WARS

jedi : fallen order

characters ; cal kestis, trilla sunduri, merrin

poly-pairings ; trilla sundari x cal kestis

bad batch // clone wars

characters ; anakin skywalker, obi wan kenobi, padme amidala, crosshair, wrecker, tech, echo, captain rex

andor // rogue one

characters ; cassian andor, jyn erso, bodhi rook, bix caleen

the mandalorian // book of boba fett

characters ; din djarin, boba fett, fennec shand, cobb vanth, luke skywalker, ahsoka tano

poly-pairings ; fennec shand x boba fett, din djarin x boba fett , cobb vanth x din djarin, luke skywalker x din djarin

✰ — STRANGER THINGS

characters ; robin buckley, steve harrington, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, alexei smirnoff, joyce byers, jim hopper, karen wheeler, eddie munson, dmitri ‘enzo’ antonov, chrissy cunningham, peter ballard, argyle

poly-pairings ; steve harrington x nancy wheeler, nancy wheeler x jonathan byers, nancy wheeler x robin buckley, steve harrington x eddie munson, eddie munson x chrissy cunningham, dmitri ‘enzo’ antonov x jim hopper

✰ — SWAT

characters ; dominique luca, chris alonso, hondo harrelson, deacon kay, victor tan, jim street, donovan rocker, erika rogers, nora fowler, jessica cortez, robert hicks

poly-pairings ; chris alonso x jim street, hondo harrelson x jessica cortez, jim street x victor tan

✰ — TOP GUN

characters ; natasha ‘phoenix’ trace, robert ‘bob’ floyd, reuben ‘payback’ fitch, mickey ‘fanboy’ garcia, jake ‘hangman’ seresin, bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, javy ‘coyote’ machado, beau ‘cyclone’ simpson, pete ‘maverick’ mitchell, tom ‘iceman’ kazansky, ron ‘slider’ kerner, nick ‘goose’ bradshaw, rick ‘hollywood’ neven, leonard ‘wolfman’ wolfe, charles ‘chipper’ piper

poly-pairings ; natasha trace x jake seresin, natasha trace x robert floyd, jake seresin x bradley bradshaw, pete mitchell x tom kazansky, tom kazansky x ron kerner, rick neven x leonard wolfe

✰ THE LAST OF US.

characters ; ellie williams, joel miller, tess servopoulos, tommy miller, abby anderson, dina

poly-pairings ; ellie williams x dina

✰ — UNCHARTED

characters ; nathan drake, sam drake, chloe frazer, nadine ross, elena fisher, rafe adler

poly-pairings ; sam drake x chloe frazer, nathan drake x elena fisher, sam drake x rafe adler, chloe fraze x nadine ross

✰ — 911

characters ; evan ‘buck’ buckley, eddie diaz, bobby nash, howard ‘chimney’ han, henrietta ‘hen’ wilson, ravi panikkar, lou ransone

poly-pairings ; evan buckley x eddie diaz

#🌿 #twistnet :: character list

[bi-bard]

Three Things - Cal Roberts Imagine (The Path)

Title: Three Things

Pairing: Cal Roberts X Reader

Word Count: 1,084 words

Warning(s): anxiety

Summary: (Y/n) gets hit with a wave of anxiety with very little warning. They aren't alone in that.

Author's Note: Listen. I just like writing for him. It's very enjoyable... even though this show is very intense.

Here's a comfort fic.

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I wish I knew how it had started.

One minute, I was listening to Eddie tell his story to a group. The next, I felt like my brain was going a million miles an hour. My breathing sped up. My leg started shaking. My chest suddenly felt kind of tight. I tried to look around subtly, hoping no one had noticed.

I caught Cal tilting his head at me. I tried to ignore it and focus on Eddie's story, but I couldn't. I just felt lost and stuck and terrified.

I jumped a little when a hand touched my back. I looked over to see Cal next to me.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "Come with me, okay?"

I nodded and let him guide me away from the crowd and to his little building. I sat on his couch.

All sense of self-control went out the window. I felt myself starting to move closer and closer to completely falling apart.

"(Y/n)," Cal knelt in front of me, carefully grabbing my hands. "I know it's hard right now, but I need you to listen to me, okay?"

I nodded.

"Good. Can you do me a favor and name three things you see," he asked.

I slowly looked around from him, "I... I see the Movement sign... and the white couch... and your desk."

"Good, good," he nodded. "Three things you can hear."

"You," I said immediately. He chuckled but tried to cover it up. "I can hear muffled voices outside... and your bathroom faucet is dripping."

"Good. One last thing. Move three parts of your body. One at a time."

I tilted my head from one side to the other, letting my neck pop. I picked up my foot, rotating my ankle. I repeated the motion with my other foot. Finally, I squeezed Cal's hands.

"Alright, good," he said. "I'm going to grab you some water. I'll be right back."

"D-Don't," I held onto his hands tighter. "P-Please."

"Okay," he nodded, settling back on the floor. "Okay. I won't go. I'm right here."

I pulled his hands into my lap and leaned forward. I rested my forehead against his knuckles. He didn't say anything or try to move. He just sat there quietly.

After a while, I looked up at Cal again. My breathing had evened out and my muscles stopped tensing. I felt like my thoughts had sorted themselves.

"I'm sorry," I said, sitting up fully and releasing his hands. If I didn't know better, I'd say he looked disappointed.

"Nothing to apologize for," he replied.

"No, Eddie was in the middle of his story and I took the attention and I'm so sorry and I need to go apologize to him-"

"Hey, hey, hey," Cal grabbed my upper arms and stopped me from moving. "You don't have anything to do except let things settle and calm down. Nothing needs to be done right now. You're safe here."

I nodded, starting to pop my knuckles in the hopes of calming down. I rang out my hands.

"Do you have any idea what caused it?"

I shook my head and closed my eyes, "It just happened. I didn't know how to stop it or what to do. I was just... lost. Lost and scared and-"

"Okay," Cal moved to sit next to me on the couch, pulling me into his side. "You don't need to explain."

I rested my head on his shoulder, sighing at the feeling of his hand running up and down my arm. I reached up and wiped my cheeks. I barely noticed I was crying earlier, but now it felt like my entire face was covered. I must've looked like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Want some tea," Cal asked after a moment.

I shook my head.

"Water?"

Again, I shook my head.

"Food?"

No.

"Want to lay down?"

I paused.

I felt like shit. I wanted to lay down, but I wasn't ready to walk back out in front of everyone. I didn't want to deal with the questions and the mumbling.

"(Y/n)," Cal muttered. "Would you like to lay down?"

"I don't... I don't want to go..."

"I meant here."

"Oh," I mumbled. "Okay."

He nodded before guiding me to stand up. I let him guide me to his room and pull back the blanket for me. I curled up and grinned at him. He covered me with the blanket and grinned back.

"Thank you," I said quietly. "For everything."

"Of course."

He leaned down at kissed my temple. I felt my face warming up a bit.

"I'll just be in the main room if you need anything. Anything at all."

I nodded.

"Get some rest."

After that, I don't remember much. I really just fell asleep for a while. I could hear Cal moving around in the next room. It was almost comforting. It was like it helped lull me to sleep. My tired brain didn't question it.

I woke up when the door squeaked open.

I sat up, running my hands over my eyes as I tuned back into the world around me.

"Hey, I just wanted to check on (Y/n)," I heard Eddie outside. "I saw you two head this way."

I stood up before slipping on my shoes and walking toward the doorway.

"They just fell asleep," Cal explained.

"Oh, okay, they're alright though," Eddie asked.

"I think so," Cal replied. "I'll send them your way when they get up."

"Thanks, I just want them to know that I'm not upset or anything. No one is."

"They'll appreciate that."

"Thanks, Cal."

There wasn't a response, but I heard the door shut. I rounded the corner just as Cal turned around. He grinned at me.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I muttered. "How long was I asleep?"

"Not long," he shrugged. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," I nodded. "Thank you. You have been far too kind to me."

"Well, that's just not true," he chuckled. "And you're welcome."

We both paused for a moment.

"Did you hear Eddie?"

"Yeah, I should probably go catch up with him," I said. "Thank you, yet again, this has been very nice."

He just nodded at me.

I went around him to head out but stopped at the door. I turned around and stepped back toward him. Before he could ask any questions, I leaned in and kissed his cheek.

I almost didn't catch the way he looked at the floor as I turned around and headed out of the room.

Keyword: Almost.

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8 (Not So) Simple Rules For Falling for your best Friend

Rule #1: You do not have a crush on your best friend nor do you have sexual thoughts about said friend

Rob Benedict x reader, richard Speight jr mentioned

Summary: There's a reason why you aren't supposed to sleep with your best friend but with Rob freshly divorced and you swearing off relationships it was time to get inventive. Soon you realize things are a lot more complicated then they seem. No matter if you follow the rules or not.

Rob-

Most people spend Saturday nights out on the town, you were curled up in your flannel pajama pants and tank top catching up on your favorite TV shows. Naturally it was just as you were about to start your favorite TV show that your phone started going off.

y/n.... Hhheeyyy 

Rob-

Please.... I need you

Rob-

I don’t want to drink alone

You rolled your eyes. Rob was something even when he wasn’t drunk.

Y/n -

Awe but you’re not alone. You have Richard.

Rob -

He doesn’t count. I want you. You know I will never tell him this but you are my best friend

Y/n -

Sshh I’m watching my favorite show and you’re bothering me

Rob -

The ambulance crashes and then you have to wait until next season to see who makes it

Y/n -

What the Fuck. Robert Patrick Benedict you don’t even watch this show how could you possibly know that.

Rob -

I googled it. Now please y/n come on. You make everything better and I had a rough day

You started typing another message in protest but before you could, another message from Rob popped up across your screen.

Rob -

I ran into her today. Her and her boyfriend Cal. Cal? I mean come on that just sounds like one of those rich, stockbroker types, with a mansion in the city, and another mansion in the Hamptons or whatever the fuck that place is. 

Shit. Now you felt like a horrible person. 

y/n - 

Alright. I am going to text Richard and make sure he helps you get into a cab. Then you are going to come over here and ride out your hangover on my couch.

Rob -

But I want to stay out and stay drunk. I want you to come out and get drunk with me

Y/n -

Robbie. You are coming over. We can think about having some drinks when you get here. You know where I live so just have Rich put you in a cab and get your ass over here

As you waited for him to arrive, you turned back on the tv. He was right. Forty-five minutes later, just after the episode ended just like he said, came three soft knocks on your front door, which you opened to find Rob, dressed in his tight blue jeans and a button down shirt that was tucked in in the front but not in the back. Now you were never going to tell anyone this but it was a look you rather admired.

“You are lucky you had a rough day mister or I would be sending you right back to Richard.”

“The buses crashed? You don’t know who is alive or dead?” he questioned.

“It was horrible,” you replied with a pout. “The fact that you were right just makes it ten times worse.”

A satisfied smile formed on his face. 

“You know what would make you feel better? Ice Cream.” Nodding his smile grew even wider. “Yeah. A pint of Ben and Jerry’s and two spoons. It always works.”

“Two spoons? I’m disappointed but I’m not suicidal.”

Stepping aside, he walked past you into the apartment as you closed the door and walked back into the kitchen grabbing two spoons before opening your freezer.

“So are we brownie batter depressed today or Caramel, almond, coffee depressed?” you yelled.

“Coffee?”

You could hear the excitement in his voice. 

Discarding the lid on the kitchen counter, you joined him on the couch, handing him one of the spoons. 

“Robbie, you know I love you, but you have a problem. Your addiction to…” trailing off you thought about it for a minute. “Well your addiction to sweets, alcohol, and popcorn are a little concerning.”

“Yeah it’s all part of what gives me my charm.”

“Boy someone gets cocky when their drunk,” you said starting to giggle. “I think charming might be a stretch. Just a little.”

“Hey we can’t all be all like you y/n. We can’t all just walk into a room and have people fall in love with us.”

Licking the ice cream off your spoon, you let out a sigh and laid your head back against the couch. 

“Oh yes so many suitors. That is why it’s Saturday night and I’m in my pajamas watching T.V.”

‘No Strings Attached’ came on the TV, which you and Rob watched while eating the rest of the coffee ice cream and starting on the container of brownie. You made small talk during the commercials and a couple times you looked over to find Rob watching you and biting his lower lip. You shrugged it off thinking he was probably spacing out in his buzzed haze. Really, you just couldn’t stop thinking about what Rob said. Everyone falls in love with you the minute you enter a room? You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d had sex or even went on a date. Then you thought about the movie. Maybe Adam had the right idea when he called everyone he knew to try to have sex.

“Hey Robbie? Who were those people you were talking about earlier?”

He turned his head to look at you, but before he could say anything you continued.

“Did you know that it has been like months since I have had sex. It’s been months Rob.”

He raised an eyebrow to question you then gave you a nod. 

“At least you can remember the last time you had sex. It’s been so long for me that I don’t know if I can remember how to do it. Honestly things have probably changed since the last time I’ve done it.”

“You know what?” Sitting up, you tucked your legs up underneath you and turned so you were facing him. “What if the answer to this rut I’m in is to get laid. It would be nice if all those suitors you were talking existed, but -” Trailer off you shrugged. “Maybe I need to stop waiting to be courted and just start having meaningless sex.”

“Courted huh? We’re looking for a real gentleman suitor now,” he teased with a southern draw. 

You studied him for a minute trying not to smile, but eventually the smirk one out. 

“That was hot. Really, I’m kind of turned on right now.”

That boyish grin formed on his face as he looked away shyly. You had never told a single person this but you had been attracted to Rob from the first night you meant him. That was a long time ago, now. Back at your first frat party at Northwestern University. Back before Rob had met his wife and back when you weren’t so scared of being in a relationship.

“Nah you know me Robbie,” you continued. “I know it’s better to stick to the meaningless sex.”

“Is that really what you want? You put up a good front y/n but I know deep down you aren’t comfortable with the one night stand kind of life. You would be having sex more than every couple months if you were.”

He wasn’t wrong. There was this part of you that would always gravitate towards love, that would ache for a connection with someone but it was just so hard to let yourself go there anymore.

“I don’t know. Sure it would be nice to have a best friend with benefits but where am I going to find that?”

Dipping your spoon into the melted ice cream, you licked the contents off the spoon, getting the same reaction from Rob that you had gotten earlier.

“You know the way you keep licking that spoon is kind of turning me on,” he purred.

“I’m sorry do you want me to stop?” 

Before you could give him the chance to answer, you stuck your spoon back into the ice cream and placed the spoon in your mouth, sucking the ice cream off. Leaning forward, he stopped for just a second before placing his lips to yours. The spoon fell out of your hand and into the container as you kissed him back.

“Woah,” you replied breathlessly as he pulled out, stopping the kiss. “You are drunk.”

“It’s definitely not just that.”

Taking the ice cream container from you he set it down on the end table then turned to face you, giving you a cheesy grin.

You nodded. “Okay.”

Lunging forward you started to kiss him again as he pulled you over to straddle his lap. It was in that moment that you realized just how long it had actually been. You weren’t even able to get each others clothes removed all the way. For one brief second you found yourself thinking “Wait a minute. This is Rob. Not even Rob, Robbie! My best friend. Sweet, adorable Robbie who needs to be protected at all costs.” The funny thing is, it really was just a brief second because what was happening felt so damn good.

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The Girl From 2505 (4)

Title: The Girl From 2505 Writer: Lokis-Little-Kitten Pairing: Robert Laing x Reader Wordcount: 2996 Rating: 16/18+(Depends on country) Warning: Abuse, language, drug overdose. This piece is especially dark so please read with caution. Summary: You and Robert are in a relationship but you want to break up. When you do he kidnapped you and keeps you in his apartment only heaving you out for supervised parties where he shows you as some sort of price. When High-Rise falls, however, people want that price

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When you are rendered to sleep Robert goes down to find that scumbag. Laurens,  he thought his name was. He is soon to find him still in the lobby. ''You,'' he shouts loudly. He turns around and smiles.

''Hey man. Sorry about your woman but a girl needs the best-'' Before he can even finish his sentense Robert punches him in the face. Soon after Laurens gets another blow to his jaw, chin and stomach.

''Whoa, Laing cal down,'' another man calls out while grabbing Robert together with another man. Robert fights back but doesn't come loose. ''He raped her,'' he shouts loudly. ''He beat her up, then raped her and left her tied up!'' The man look at Laurens.

''Is that treu?'' ''She struggled a little in the beginning...'' ''She could have died,'' Robert shouts as he keeps fighting. His face is getting red in anger. ''She can't even stand because of you and nearly had a panic attack when I touched her arm.''

The man look at each other in disgust. Weird and simply bad things had been happening but this goes too far. They let Laing go who flies off to Laurens. He slams him to the ground and starts sits down on him beating his face until there is more read than skin. He also gives him some firm hits in the stomach until he is pulled off of him again afraid he might kill the man.

''If I ever even see you on my floor again you won't come off this easily,'' Laing hisses walking away from him but pointing his finger. He quickly goes back up to you and luckily finds you still asleep.

He puts some of the Diazepam in a drink and puts it next to the still bloody bed. He decides to pick you up and lays you on some pillows on the floor. The last doses had knocked you out enough for you to not wake up.

He cleans off the bed completely and puts new sheets on it. He then wraps you in your favourite blanket and sits down with you sleeping in his arms. Later in the evening, you wake up still in his arms.

You are first a little startled but when you find where you are you settle down again. He kisses your forehead and slightly rocks you before giving you your drink. You slowly drink it and you then watch telly with Robert in bed.

The next day Robert checks all of you injuries and gives you another painkiller and half a Diazapam. He did not tell you what it was since you sometimes resisted against that kind of medicine in the past.

Diazapam has a calming effect and relaxes the muscels. It does make you rather fuzzy. It is often used when sleeplesness, epelepsy and anxiety. Right now you defianatly qualify for anxiety and sleeplesness.

You have a history with being sleepless so he had given it to you in the past always telling you it was painkillers since it was often paired with headaches.

Like he promised the next day he got you a few pairs of trousers and gave you some of his jumpers. He mostly sat in bed you with besides the little trip and made sure you are okay.

The next day he makes sure you are good enough to go out. In town, he has to admit you are a lot more energetic and calm than in the building. He, however, is extremely anxious.

He brings you to a hairdresser first and sits there the whole time watching you get a haircut. You completely change your hairstyle as you feel like you should right now. Your whole life turned upside down and so just want to do the same with your hair.

When this is done Rob takes you to a store where he buys five locks for you. Two for the front door, two for the bedroom and one for the bathroom. He did it to make you feel safe even though one on the front door would probably do just fine.

These are the kind of locks that are on the door and on the wall and have to slide into each other to lock it. He also buys locks so you can't slide them open. Everything for your safety.

At home, he immediately puts the locks on the doors so you are a bit calmer. He closes them right away but warns you not to abuse them by locking him out. From that moment on you slowly start to settle down again.

You don't go out ever again even though the doctor did ask if you wanted to fo drink coffee at one of his friends. You always refused to afraid for the other residends.

Robert did return to work after the week he promised to stay home for the week. You did not really mind it though you missed the company. During the time he was gone you often took some of the painkillers he hid in one of the cabins. The wounds heal very slowly. you are tired all the time but your body focusses the healing proces on everything down there. Robert told you not to worry about it and that everything will go away.

The rest of the day you looked outside, draw, wrote or went through Robert his closet playing dress up. You also just lay in bed a lot watching telly or sometimes just laying in the bed and staring at the wall.

A few weeks later you try to get something from a cabinet but fall right on one of the bruices. It hurts like absolute hell and soon you start to cry laying on the ground. You think about calling Robert for a moment but first, want to try painkillers.

You take the bottle and read the label. Maximume doses for adult: 2 and a half per 4 hours. You shrug and take the two and a half pills on some water. You haven't eaten yet so it comes down a bit rough but you soon feel alright again.

The bruice still hurts very badly though you decide to call Robert anyway. When he picks up he seems surprised and worried to hear your voice. ''Hey, are you okay,'' he asks you worriedly.

''Sort of... I fell on my hip with the large bruise. It really hurts and I can barely move my leg,'' you explain sitting against the kitchen island. ''I'll be on my way. Wait there, okay?'' ''Yes of cours.'' You hang up and drink some more water trying to stay calm.

You get up and take the bottle of pills to go and put them back when you suddenly feel extremely light headed. The whole room starts to turn and you can't even see straight anymore. You feel yourself drop to the floor but by then you are already passed out.

Half an hour later Robert walks in calmly knowingly nothing too bad can be happening but he wants to be there for you. When he finds you ont the floor, however, his heart stops. He drops his bag and kneels down next to you.

''Y/N, hello can you hear me?'' He quickly checks your heartbeat. It is weak but is there. He holds his ear next to your face and finds you still breathing but also weakly. He looks around and finds the pills on the floor. He quickly grabs them and finds it is the Diazapam.

''Damn it!'' He runs to his medicine box and quickly throws the painkillers on the floor. He puts the Diazapam in the right bottle again and runs back to you. He puts the pills in his pocket and picks you up. He has no choice... he needs to bring you to the hospital before you die.

He picks you up grabs his car keys and runs to the elevator. It doesn't work. ''No,'' he shouts angrily, ''not now!'' Fear rushes through his body as he holds you unconsious body in his arm. He runs towards the stairs and runs down faster than ever.

When he arrives in the lobby two girls run up to him worriedly. ''What happened,'' one of them asks knowing about the rape. ''Drug overdose. Get the door for me,'' he commands. Quicklu they hold open the door and let him out of the building.

He is quick to finds his car. He lays you in the bag of the car in a position you can't choke on vomit and your head is supported. He drives quickly and soon arrives at the hospital. He runs out with you in his arms and alerds the nurses.

They call for a stretcher that comes in soon. One of the nurses holds him back though he knows he cannot be with her. ''Here. She has an overdose of Diazapam. Get that to the doctor,'' Robert says placing the pills in the nurse her hands. ''Thank you, doctor Laing, unfortunatly you just have to wait now.'' ''Yes... I know. If they need me I will be in my office.''

He quickly goes to his office and sits down in the chair. He slams his fist on the table. How did she even get those pills? He hid them away from her, he thought! The whole time he has to wait he just think about you never waking up or being damaged.

A knock on the door is heard and doctor Jones comes in. The large man sits down in front of Laing and sighs deeply. ''Well,'' Robert asks worriedly. ''She is awake.'' He sighs deeply. ''Any damage?'' ''No, not necesarily...'' Robert frowns.

If everything is fine why does this man have a frown on his face as if she died? ''Laing, she had a serious drug addiction and is full of bruises. Why did you not report anything? Did you even know she was on those pills.'' He runs a hand through his hair.

This is all his fault. ''A few weeks ago she was sexualy asaulted. I gave her some of it to sooth her anxiety. Never more than one and a half, but mostly just one pill, spread over the day. I had no idea she abused it in my absense.'' Doctor Jones nods a little.

''I understand. You do understand that it is extremely importand she goes off these things for quite a long period of time.'' ''Yes. Of course! I will make sure she can't get those things ever again.'' Doctor Jones shrugs a little. ''If it helped with her anxiety I can see she has after such an occurance I understand you want might to put her on them again but under very strict regolations.'' Robert nods. That was not what he meant.

He meant that because he was not honest about what he gave you you almost died today. He will make sure you will never be able to accidentally take overdoses again.

''You are allowed to see her... if you want?'' Laing looks up like a lost puppy from his desk he had been focusing on. ''Yes, please.'' Jones stands up and walks out with Robert on his tai.

When he is in the hallway he finds you laying on your side. Your back his towards him but he can see your arms are wrapped around your stomach and you are crying.

''There is something else, Laing,'' Jones starts with the same face he had before. Robert looks afraid at him. What is going on you are so upset. ''She ehm... she was pregnant. However, the infant died at only a few weeks because of the drugs.''

Robert grabs his hair and bites his lip. Tears gather in his eyes and he crouches down. No, this can't be treu! He basically murdered a child. An innocent small child. He pushes his fist against his mouth not to let out a sob.

''Did you take it away?'' Jones looks at the ground and then nods. ''Yes... It was the safest thing at the moment.'' Robert nods and stands up. ''Can I go in?'' Jones nods and lets him.

When Robert walks in he tries to be as collected as possible but when he sees your crying face he can barely contain himself. He kneels down at you and runs a hand through your hair.

''I'm so sorry,'' he says as he starts to cry. He lays his forehead against your and simply cries with you. Everything has fallen apart all because he couldn't contain himself.

You look him in the eyes and clamb your arms around your belly. ''They took it away,'' you cry. ''I'm so sorry,'' Robert cries running his hand through your hair. ''I am so sorry! Did you... Did you know?'' You shake your head. ''Not until they told me...'' Another heavy sob leaves your mouth.

''When are we going home,'' you ask him. His hand clenches your hair tightly and shakes his head. ''No... You are not coming back with me. The only thing I do is hurt you. I can't do this to you anymore.'' He stands up and walks out of the room.

You try to stop him grab his hand call him back but he made up his mind. He ignores your cries telling himself you will realise this is better for you. He is surprised you even call out for him. He abducted you and you have told him multiple times you hate it. You are just vulnerable now... that must be it. 

You watch him leave and then just stare out of the window. How could he just leave you like this? Why would he do such a thing? He promised to care for you...

Robert too is in pure devastation. He loves you more than anything and promised to take care of you. So that is what he is doing now. He cuts himself out of your life. The only thing he has done is hurt you.

Look where you are! In a hospital bed, raped, anxious, almost dead! All because of him... No... He can't do this to you. He goes back to the building and finds the two girls still waiting in the lobby after all those hours he was away.

''What happened,'' the first girl asks. ''Is she coming back,'' the second one adds. ''No, she ehm... She had a drug overdose and a miscarriage because of it. She is not coming back to this damned tower!'' He ties the elevator that works by now and goes back to his flat. There he crashes down and simply loses it.

Soon after the high-rise falls and with that Robert, his last bit of sanity goes to waist. He never really got over what happened to you. He never completely forgave himself. He never loved anyone else ever again. He just did not trust himself with anyone.

You also never completely recovered. Your miscarriage made you afraid of pregnancy as a whole and the abuse kept you away from any type of relationship. You went back on Diazepam but a proper dose this time and never really got off it.

Robert himself also started taking the pills to fall asleep at night also not getting off of them. He even tried to overdose in the early days from the guilt he felt.

It all seemed to be over until three years later. A letter arrived in his mailbox. He had long moved from the tower towards London. The letter was signed with a name he never thought he'd see again. Yours.

Part 5

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Readers’ best summer vacation photos

Thanks for the misery, readers.

We mean that in the nicest way possible.

We received more than 2,500 submissions for our annual Summer Vacation Photo issue. Photos are from those who do not make their living as professional photographers.

A group of photo, design, digital, social and word editors recently gathered to decide which ones would appear in print or online.

It’s fun looking at pictures from around the world — fun until someone gets hurt (or their feelings do). Then the party’s over, and it’s time for the hard decisions.

Everybody’s ox gets gored, which means each of us had favorites that didn’t make the final cut. There was no supreme dictator. Everybody had a say, which became a case study in how perceptions can vary.

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Michele Castagnetti from Los Angeles took this photo at Rovinj, Croatia, on Aug. 15, with a Nikon Coolpix A900. 

(Michele Castagnetti)

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David Liehn from Redondo Beach took this photo in Juneau, Alaska, on June 28 with a Canon 6D. 

(David Liehn)

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Allison Kahan from Sherman Oaks took this photo off the island of Lokrum in Croatia on July 10 with an iPhone 10. 

(Allison Kahan)

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Monica Chan from Honolulu took this photo in Yellowstone National Park on June 1 with an iPhone X. 

(Monica Chan)

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Sondi Toll Sepenuk, Los Angeles Sepenuk and her daughter Hazel, 16, were in Nice, France, on Aug. 8, enjoying a perch above a rocky beach. That’s when the elder Sepenuk noticed the pattern of the umbrellas overhead and caught it with her iPhone XR. 

(Sondi Toll Sepenuk)

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Romine Damon from Valley Glen took this photo in Porto, Portugal, on July 12 with an iPhone 8. 

(Romine Damon)

7/39

Jon Dickens from Los Angeles took this photo at Prince of Wales Island, Alaska, on Aug 27 with an iPhone XS. 

(Jon Dickens)

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Daniel Elder from Echo Park too this photo at Hat Creek, Calif. on June 20 with a Sony a7R III. 

(Daniel Elder)

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Paul Alwine from Irvine took this photo at Ring of Kerry, Ireland, on July 13 with a Sony DSC-HX80. 

(Paul Alwine)

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Carol Cohn of Corona del Mar, Calif., and her husband were part of a photo safari group in August looking for leopards in Serengeti National Park. No luck — but they did see this perfectly placed giraffe. Cohn had brought a sophisticated camera and long lens to Africa, but when this moment arrived, the tool was her “purse camera,” a Canon G7 X Mark II. 

(Carol Kunkis Cohn)

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Axel Santiago from Pittstown, N.J., took this photo at Salzburg, Austria, on June 23 with a Nikon D750. 

(Axel Santiago)

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Randy Malone from Camarillo took this photo at Seyoisfjorour, Iceland, on July 22 with a Canon 6D. 

(Randy Malone)

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Rebecca Quan of Los Angeles took this photo in Japan on June 23 with an iPhone 8. 

(Rebecca Quan)

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Austin Lyke from Santa Monica took this photo at Arches National Park in Moab, Utah, on Aug. 7 with an iPhone 7. 

(Austin Lyke)

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Steve Leff of Los Angeles took this picture along Seattle’s Lake Union on Aug. 13 with a Samsung Galaxy S9+ 

(Steve Leff)

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Chris Lock from Huntington Beach took this photo at Setsukeian Farmhouse, Nantan, Kyoto, Japan on June 15 with a Fuji X-T2. 

(Chris Lock)

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Timothy Boettcher from West Los Angeles was struck by the colors and shapes of this urban scene in Stone Town, the oldest part of Zanzibar City. He snapped this picture in June with a Sony DSC-RX10. 

(Timothy Boettcher)

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Sandy Davis from Pasadena didn’t travel far on Aug. 2 — just to the Los Angeles Zoo — but he chose his time and place well. While Davis trained his Nikon D800 and its 28-300 mm lens on the tiger enclosure, the big cat posed by a rock formation. 

(Sandy Davis)

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Kevin Zelenay from Los Angeles was snorkeling on Aug. 22 at Maui’s Black Rock Beach with his wife, Diane, left, and her sister when this scene took shape. He captured it with a GoPro Hero 7. 

(Kevin Zelenay)

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On June 5, Sue Bachmann from Long Beach flew from Tanzania’s Mt. Kilimanjaro to the Serengeti, then joined a game drive that encountered these two zebras. Bachmann raised her Sony DSC-HX80 and caught their gentle interaction. 

(Sue Bachmann)

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Lucas Lochner Bravo from Pioneer, Calif. and his girlfriend, Emma Lautanen, were on a three-day backpacking trip when he caught the sun peeking over the ridge and Lautanen below. He used his iPhone 6. 

(Lucas Lochner Bravo)

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Steve Giffin, his wife and their teenage daughter were dead tired on June 22 after an overnight flight to Paris. Their hotel clerk prescribed a short walk near the Eiffel Tower. Bingo. “The energy and vibe around the tower really set a great mood for the rest of the trip,” Giffin wrote. 

(Steve Giffin)

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On June 24, Randy Howard from San Dimas was on a photo tour in the Dolomites region of northern Italy. At the Giau Pass, he and a few others climbed about three-quarters of a mile to a vantage point. Then, Howard said, “The clouds started rolling in” and this scene materialized. He used a Canon 5D Mark III. 

(Randall R. Howard)

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On June 29, Kathryn Keeney Jaeger from Pasadena and her family headed on their sport-fishing boat to the Two Harbors area of Catalina Island. While she and her 11-year-old son, Robert, were walking on shore, a breeze caught his towel. Jaeger captured the moment with her iPhone 7. Her fancy Nikon? On the boat. 

(Kathryn Kenney)

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Tiffany Yip from Pasadena was at the Hemis Festival in Ladakh in August when this masked figured turned her way. She snapped with a Nikon D7200.  

(Tiffany Yip)

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Janet Hirth from Laguna Niguel was walking the shoreline of Lake Moraine between bouts of rain on Aug. 31 when she came upon these canoes and turquoise waters. She shot it with a Samsung Galaxy Note 8.  

(Janet Hirth)

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Virgilio Go from Chino Hills met these Maasai on Aug. 16 near the Tanzanian border and seized the chance to get a picture of the boldly dressed foursome jumping. He used a Sony a7 III.  

(Virgilio Go)

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Steve Fujinaka from Torrance spotted this polar bear on July 27 on a small-ship cruise. The bear spent about two hours romping near the ship as Fujinakasnapped away with his Nikon D850 camera with a 180-400 mm lens and 1.4x teleconverter. Fujinaka liked this image of the bear because of “how comfortable it was being around us,” he said.  

(Steve Fujinaka)

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Major Cay in the Exuma Cays is known for its feral pigs that swim. Mike McDonnell from Newbury Park arrived by boat on June 17 and got this picture with his Sony a7R III. Hurricane Dorian mostly missed Major Cay on Sept. 1 when it roared into the Bahamas.  

(Mike McDonnell)

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Marcio Romani and Clayton Mosher from Los Angeles were knocked out by the scenery at Savannah’s Wormsloe State Historic Site, an 18th century colonial estate with ruins, costumed interpreters and a nature trail. Appraising this watery scene on Aug. 31, the two came up with a plan: Romani would jump on the fallen tree, climb out over the water and strike a yoga pose. Mosher would snap the picture on the iPhone XR. But once Romani started climbing, “It was very wobbly, kind of dangerous.” So he just sat and looked into the distance. Mosher snapped. Nice.  

(Marcio Romani)

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Josh Means from Corona del Mar, an 18-year-old student at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo, was on a backpacking trip when he set up his Sony a7 III for a long night-sky exposure near Thousand Island Lake. The image, made June 30, gives us a big view of the Milky Way. 

(Josh Means)

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Hazel Sepenuk from Los Angeles, 16, and her mother, Sondi Toll Sepenuk, were in Nice in August, enjoying a perch above a rocky beach. The younger Sepenuk stepped down to water’s edge with her iPhone X. 

(Hazel Sepenuk)

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On a family trip to Japan in June, Chris Lock from Huntington Beach hiked the Kumano Kodo trail network with his sons, Grant, 11, and Austen, 13. After about three miles, father and sons repaired to Kirinosato, a ryokan in Takahara, for a sunset onsen soak. That’s when Lock raised his Fuji X-T2 and got this shot. 

(Chris Lock)

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Lucas Lochner from Pioneer, Calif. and his girlfriend, Emma Lautanen, were on a three-day backpacking trip when he caught the sun peeking over the ridge and Lautanen below. He used his iPhone 6. 

(Lucas Lochner)

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Antelope Canyon, just east of Page, Ariz., is owned by the Navajo Nation, which allows escorted tours. Anita Mauch from Moorpark took one Aug. 12 and discovered these two trickles of sand within the red walls of the slot canyon. She used a Nikon D3400. 

(Anita Mauch)

36/39

Ashlee Okamura from Irvine, 16, found this angle during a fireworks display above the Star Wars: Galaxy’s Edge area of Disneyland, which opened in May. She used a Nikon D5000. 

(Ashlee Okamura)

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On Aug. 11, Sally Raskoff from Woodland Hills stepped into Sainte-Chapelle, a 13th century chapel that was once home to kings and queens, and saw a picture-perfect view above. “It’s just magical,” she said. She used an iPhone 7 Plus. 

(Sally Raskoff)

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Tina Studier from Manhattan Beach, her husband and two of their children spent two nights at Sossusvlei, including a June 18 stop at the Namib Desert’s much-admired Dune 45. She trained her Canon PowerShot SX40 HS on the slope while others climbed the hill. 

(Tina Studier)

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Susan Gross from Santa Monica and her mother, Helen Gross, 87, on Sept. 3 finally got to a long-anticipated landmark: Niagara Falls. As they approached on foot from the Canadian side, Susan spotted the U.S. sightseeing boat Maid of the Mist and raised her iPhone 7.  

(Susan Gross)

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Here’s what didn’t vary: the amazement onlookers expressed at your work.

Several non-Travel-section colleagues wandered by to see why we had hundreds of photos spread across tables and on the floor. When we told them we were evaluating reader photo submissions, they inevitably replied with an unenthusiastic “Oh.” Then they’d look at the talent on display and the second “Oh” would sound an octave higher, the way people react when they realize they have underestimated something remarkable.

Which describes what you’ll see here and in print.

You made these photos easy to love and, in doing so, made our jobs much more difficult. We’re not complaining, though. Instead we are reveling in a photographic journey around the world that has made us appreciate why we travel and why we love it so. Welcome aboard.

Nice, France

2019 summer vacation photo.

(Hazel Sepenuk)

Hazel Sepenuk, Los Angeles

Sepenuk, 16, and her mother, Sondi Toll Sepenuk, were in Nice in August, enjoying a perch above a rocky beach. The younger Sepenuk stepped down to water’s edge with her iPhone X.

Savannah, Ga.

2019 summer vacation photo.

(Marcio Romani and Clayton Mosher)

Marcio Romani and Clayton Mosher, Los Angeles

Romani and Mosher were knocked out by the scenery at Savannah’s Wormsloe State Historic Site, an 18th century colonial estate with ruins, costumed interpreters and a nature trail. Appraising this watery scene on Aug. 31, the two came up with a plan: Romani would jump on the fallen tree, climb out over the water and strike a yoga pose. Mosher would snap the picture on the iPhone XR. But once Romani started climbing, “It was very wobbly, kind of dangerous,” he said. So he just sat and looked into the distance. Mosher snapped. Nice.

Giau Pass, Italy

2019 summer vacation photo.

(Randy Howard)

Randy Howard, San Dimas

On June 24, Howard was on a photo tour in the Dolomites region of northern Italy. At the Giau Pass, he and a few others climbed about three-quarters of a mile to a vantage point. Then, Howard said, “The clouds started rolling in” and this scene materialized. He used a Canon 5D Mark III.

Los Angeles

2019 summer vacation photo.

(Sandy Davis)

Sandy Davis, Pasadena

Davis didn’t travel far on Aug. 2 — just to the Los Angeles Zoo — but he chose his time and place well. While Davis trained his Nikon D800 and its 28-300 mm lens on the tiger enclosure, the big cat posed by a rock formation.

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[forkergirl]

for the poems I am about to submit, I must write an account: 

  from the website:

“The account is an opportunity for the artist to lift the curtain and say something that might not be present on the page. We are interested in exploring the relationship between what is known (the work on the page) and what is often left unknown (the artist’s intentions behind that work). By pairing each piece of art with an account, readers of the journal will also get to experience the piece in two different ways simultaneously, with two different levels of intimacy.

What you reveal is up to you. An account can be personal or formal—it is entirely up to the artist. We ask that if you choose to be satir­i­cal, you do so in ser­vice of your work. We are most inter­ested in how you would track­ the choices, influ­ences, and thought that make up your aes­thetic as it per­tains to the work in question, or to your larger body of work. In other words, what went into making this work? What was on your mind? What brought you to the page or into the studio to create this piece?”

–an incredible opportunity to ofer the kind of informamtion usually not pa of the poem, but without which I would not have wrtitten them,, The poems are ready, now just have ti complete my acount. 

Titles I am considering: 

    1.  Moving Dance of Reduction (a collaboration with Thomas Robert Higginson)

    2. X-FACTOR EARTHQUAKE VASH

   3. SMALL VIRTUE

   4. The Gravity of Higginson (well, as the title reveaals, another Higginson poem)

   5. Sanitary Sunday Hospital

   6. Almost 63 (think that Higginson may be part of ths poem also; should be if he isn’t; hope he doesn’t mind motivating me to write, even if he does, he still provides this motivation –and he remembered my 63rd birthday, god love him [me too] –just checked, and he is part of this poem also.

  That’s it  for now.   

  One thing I know, if I ever become sibnificant enough in American Letters, it will have to be acknowledged that “Higginson” becaose a huge part of my work, and that is just as it should be, the nameless and mysterious , and throughtly adorable, (with a few problems here and there; I said he was real, not perfect), incredibly sexy –that is 100 % true by the way,  Thomas Robert Higginson.  

Only I know some of, for no one knows all, probably not even him, but i know some o f the Thomas Robert mystique, just enught to keep me interested.  Maybe someday it will be okay to reveal a bit more of his dentity.  But till that day, if ever, he must remain shrouded in anonymity, as hard as it is for me not to tell, becasue I could, I just choose not to, the way that he would want it I feel.  

  I write out of necessity only, and that I find it so necessary to write about him,  says a lot about him.  Guess I need some kind of proxy image for him, so I’ll just use a Bitmoji avatar that the real man made.  Not the same at all, so no: 

  Has to be a real man, because I write about a real man, more real probably than any other man…  I don’t want to get started, but I have already started, from the moment I started to fall in love with my friend, the very first kiss in the taxi, read all about  all of that  in “New Kiss Horizon” romance novel by Thylias Moss 

  I will post here a couple of photos that I know the real Thomas Robert Higginson likes, not the photo of the two of us together, I know he likes that one,  but I won’t post it this time –although I really want to, but no, only me:

  Dream Date

  Includes the dress I wore on our last date in Chicago, wore this to Vermilion Restaurant also where we had our last meal in Chicago.  the roses he gave me, the pink hair he loved so much, a photo of me at the Chicago Institute of Art; he took it, photo by Thomas Robert in other words, “Woman Descending the Staircase“

  Details on that painting:

  Painting that I’m standing in front of:

Gerhard Richter German, born 1932

Woman Descending the Staircase (Frau die Treppe herabgehend), 1965

Oil on canvas 198 x 128 cm (79 x 51 in.)

Roy J. and Frances R. Friedman Endowment; gift of Lannan Foundation, 1997.176

© Gerhard Richter

Contemporary Art Gallery 296A

Now to get the poems for The Account ready!

Preparing poems to submit for the poems I am about to submit, I must write an account:  from the website:

#account #creativity #dreams #Language #love #poetry #submission #writing

[bi-bard]

Open Your Eyes; Here Comes the Old Me - Cal Roberts Imagine (The Path)

Title: Open Your Eyes; Here Comes the Old Me

Pairing: Cal Roberts X Reader

Based On: Unholy

Word Count: 1,298 words

Warning(s): mentions of manipulation + abuse, presence of a gun, trespassing

Summary: (Season 1) After Cal's first major TV interview, an anonymous article is released describing manipulation at the hands of the man trying to recruit.

Author's Note: This is my favorite song on the album.

SONDER - THE WRECKS WRITING CHALLENGE

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After his first television interview, Cal felt good. Really good.

He finally felt like he was doing the job he was supposed to do. What Stephen had wanted him to do. And people seemed to trust him. They wanted something to believe in and Cal fit the bill for them.

So yeah, he was a little bit proud of what he had done.

He thought that good feeling would continue for weeks.

And then, Sarah stopped by to prove him wrong.

"We have a problem," she said as soon as the door had been pulled open.

Cal's eyebrows furrowed before he moved to the side to let her walk in. She placed her laptop down on his desk as he sat down.

Sitting on the screen was an article:

"'I Still Fear He'll Track Me Down One Day' - Past Meyerist Speaks About the Group's Leader After His TV Debut"

"It talks about you, Cal," she explained. "It's all about you."

Cal read the article in shock.

He recognized the story far too easily.

"When I first met Cal Roberts, he seemed kind. He seemed like someone who wanted to help people. I think that's why I initially fell for him."

That's all it took for Cal to realize who had written the article. Anonymous author but they wanted him to recognize it.

"The first time he kissed me, he told me that the Light had sent me to him. That the two of us were meant to be with each other forever. I had only known him a matter of weeks, but I wanted to believe him. He was the only person I had. The first person to ever show a genuine interest in me. It wasn't surprising that I fell for him."

The rest of the article spoke like Cal was some supervillain that was using the Light for his own good. Like he had used it as some excuse.

The author described feeling weak and stuck. Like they had no choice other than to be with him.

"He used the Light to explain any mistake he made in our relationship. Anything he did was in the name of the Light and the movement, so I couldn't be mad at him. I was supposed to support him through anything because the Light wanted me to be with him. I had never had someone love me in that way before, so I believed him. I didn't want to ruin it."

Cal's leg started bouncing as he was reading it. He felt Sarah staring at him. As he got to the end of the article, his jaw clenched.

"I loved Cal Roberts. And I thought he loved me. But as time went on, I learned that he didn't love me as much as he wanted to keep me. He enjoyed the power. The control.

Cal Roberts is dangerous. He'll come in promising a better life, a better way of living. His true colors will show slowly. Please don't allow yourself to get dragged in far enough that you'll be drowning by the time you see them."

"Fuck!" Cal slammed the lid shut before covering his face with his hands. "Fuck!"

"I can call the news source, see if they'll give us any information," Sarah offered. "But this story has gone viral, Cal. A lot of people have already read it."

"I know who wrote it," he muttered. "You couldn't tell?"

"I didn't want to assume," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

"It's (Y/n)," Cal confirmed. "That's the only person it could be."

"What are going to do?"

"I... I don't know."

In reality, Cal had a plan forming in his head already. He knew what his next step was going to be. But Sarah would never approve.

Cal spent the rest of the day tracking (Y/n) down.

That night, he snuck off the compound and drove toward the address he had managed to track down.

It was a cute little place. He grinned at it for a moment. He would've guessed (Y/n) would end up in a small house that looked like this.

He knelt down by the door, carefully picking the lock- which was concerningly simple compared to what he originally thought. He walked in slowly.

Cal didn't have a real plan. He was hoping for a conversation, but he knew that the chances of (Y/n) wanting to speak to him were low.

He walked into the main room and almost felt overwhelmed. He had spent a long time wondering what (Y/n) had done after leaving. Leaving the compound... leaving him. Seeing everything that (Y/n) had done to make this place their own made him pause.

Movie artwork on the wall, a plant sitting in the corner, a collection of movies and CDs in a big display, photos with friends and family. Some many elements of them that he hadn't gotten to know properly.

He was shocked when the lights in the room turned on.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Cal turned around to face (Y/n). He wanted to smile. He hadn't seen them in a long time.

But it's difficult to smile there's a gun aimed at you.

"You own a gun now," Cal asked.

(Y/n) furrowed their eyebrows before using their free hand to motion at the man who had broken in and was now standing in their living room.

"Yes," they said simply. "Now answer my damn question."

"I saw your article," he replied.

(Y/n) tensed.

"It was yours, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," they nodded.

"Why? Why now?"

"Because you were trying to pull more people in the same way you pulled me in," they sighed. " I couldn't watch that happen."

"Why are you acting like we weren't happy-"

"Why can't you see that I wasn't?! That's why I left!"

"Please put the gun down if you're gonna scream at me."

(Y/n) kept a hold of the gun but lowered it.

"You left in the middle of the night with no warning."

"Discussing leaving with a manipulator doesn't usually end well," they explained. "Leaving without you knowing was the best option I had."

"Not even a note?"

"I don't owe you that. I don't owe you anything."

Cal sighed, looking down at the floor, "I need you to take down your article."

"No."

"(Y/n)-"

"Cal, no," they cut him off. "Whether or not you want to entertain the possibility that you treated me badly, I know what I experienced. And if I can keep one person from going through something similar, then I'm going to do that."

"You're hurting the movement."

"The movement's leader shouldn't have hurt me."

Cal tensed this time.

"I think you should leave," (Y/n) said. "And never come to find me again. I am not going to change my mind."

He looked around the room. He took a moment to take in all of the things he never saw. He never got to see.

"Cal."

He looked back at them again. He blinked back the tears that wanted to fall.

For the first time since (Y/n) had left, Cal felt a pang of guilt in his chest. How much pain had he really caused without even thinking about it?

"Goodbye."

(Y/n) watched Cal as he left. They quickly locked the door behind him before taking a few steps backward.

They closed their eyes for a moment and looked down.

They had known their article was going to cause trouble. They just didn't think facing Cal was going to be a part of that trouble.

Seeing him again was almost overwhelming.

It took all of (Y/n)'s strength to remind themself that they had worked their ass off to find themself again. They were settling back into who they were.

And that mattered far more than Cal's reputation.

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[bi-bard]

Supportive - Cal Roberts Imagine (The Path)

Title: Supportive

Pairing: Cal Roberts X Reader

Word Count: 798 words

Warning(s): mentions of Cal's mom but there are no specifics

Summary: (Season 1, Episode 3) (Y/n) wants to support the person who has always supported them. What could that support actually end up effecting?

Author's Note: The rest of this episode could be its own part.

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"Cal," I called, jogging to his car as I saw him leaving.

He stopped, leaving his trunk sitting open as he looked at me. He grinned at me.

"Hey," he said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," I nodded. "I was just wondering where you were going. I thought we had the day set aside."

"Right," he sighed, looking back at his car for a moment. "I'm sorry. It's a last-minute meeting. I have to go."

I bit my lip but nodded again, "Yeah, okay. It's okay."

"I'm sorry-"

"It's okay," I promised. "We aren't kids anymore. Not as much free time."

He frowned at me for a moment, "When I get back, we'll have some time to ourselves. Sit down. Talk. Like old times."

"Thank you," I stepped forward and hugged him. "Good luck."

"Thank you," he stepped back and nodded.

I moved out of the way as he loaded up and started driving. I waved at his rearview mirror as he took off. If he waved back, I didn't catch it.

I only waited for him to get out of my line of sight before I got ready to follow him. It was sad to admit, but I knew where Cal was going. We had been friends for almost our entire lives. Last-minute meeting with no other context usually meant one thing... he was going to see his mom.

I knew it was an impulsive choice, but it felt like I had to do it.

I needed to be there for him. To help him. It was the least I could do after all of the time he spent helping me.

I pulled up behind Cal's car a few minutes after him. I walked into the building, trusting that I would just be led to the right door. I knocked lightly.

Cal pulled the door open. His eyebrows were furrowed, staring at me.

"Hey," I said quietly.

"What are you doing here," he asked.

"Helping," I shrugged. "That's it. Helping."

He let out a sigh before stepping to the side and letting me walk in. He didn't make a scene as I said hi to his mother and started helping. He had much bigger issues to worry about than the fact that I was here.

We didn't talk until much later that night.

"Umm, your mom fell asleep in her room," I explained awkwardly as Cal stared at me. I took a few steps into the kitchen.

"You followed me," he said bluntly.

"I know," I looked down, feeling guilty. It was invasive. But it felt like the right choice at the time. "I'm shocked you didn't notice. I wasn't very subtle."

My attempt at humor didn't have much effect.

"You shouldn't have done that."

"I wanted to help," I said, looking at him again. Cal clenched his jaw, looking away from me. "You... You are the closest person to me. You have been since I was- what- five? I... I wouldn't be able to get over myself if I left you alone in your time of need. It's not what we stand for."

Cal looked back at me after that last sentence. The tiny kitchen was even tenser than it had been originally. He stepped closer to me, studying my expression like he was looking for some trace that I wasn't telling him the truth. That I had some other motive behind this.

"Cal-"

He cut me off by pressing his lips to mine. I let out a small noise of shock. The initial kiss was rough. Like a wall had broken down. A damn broke.

I wrapped my arms around his neck after the initial shock wore off. I kissed him back happily. It was all I had wanted for years. All of it. Right here in front of me.

His arms wrapped around me; hands pressed on my spine to push me closer.

He leaned back slowly, taking a few deep breaths through his nose as he kept me close to him. The tip of his nose was barely touching my cheek. I grinned at him.

"I think you were sent to me," he muttered like it was some big secret to the rest of the world. Like I was the only one who was allowed to know. "All those years ago. I just couldn't bring myself to accept it."

I nudged his nose with mine, "And now? Is this you accepting it?"

"If you'll accept me," he said.

"I accepted you years ago," I let my lips ghost over his again. "And I always will."

Cal kissed me again. Slower this time. Softer. Like he wasn't in any rush. Like he had accepted that I would still be there when he pulled away and opened his eyes.

And it was perfect that way.

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