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reese-tasteslikepepsicola · 5 months

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Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Naked

Summary: In which Reader walks in on a naked Peter, Reader laughs, Peter becomes insecure. Reader decides to show herself naked back in the worst moment possible. Based on the episode of New Girl with Jess and Nick lol <3

Warnings: Nudity, slight smut? Like it’s not crazy smutty, Peter fantasizes about reader while with someone else for a hot minute lol

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“You are not gonna believe this!” Peter’s voice can be heard from the front door of your shared New York Loft.

You, Mj, Peter and Ned were all living together and sharing rent while you all attended College. It was chaotic at times, but it worked out.

At the end of the day, it was nice to be snuggled up on the couch watching a cheesy horror movie with your friends,

“You finally grew a few inches?” Mj asked, biting into her bagel that you made for her. Peter glared at her before throwing his jacket on the couch,

“No. This girl in my Econ class wants me to come over tonight to hang out” You turned around so quick that the whisk that had egg on it flew off and splashed onto Ned,

“Really?” He groaned and wiped it off,

“A date?” Your eyebrow raised, a smirk plastered on your face, attempting to cover up your jealousy.

You and Peter weren’t dating, or even flirting with each other at that. You guys were just simply friends and roommates.

Peter couldn’t deny that you were cute and blessed in all the right places, and you couldn’t deny that he was hot and awkward in a charming way.

All of the glances at each other and occasional long lasting hugs between the both of you were always cut off with the bug boy poking fun at you and you firing back ten times worse.

So, why were you so jealous that he was gonna get some ass tonight?

“Oh! Peter is getting the hanky panky?” You exclaimed, a grin on your face. He scrunched up his nose and snatched one of Ned’s pieces of bacon,

“Y/n, don’t call it that. But, yes, I will most likely be having sex tonight with a hot, sarcastic blond who’s totally into my muscles” He flexed his arm in your face obnoxiously,

“Gross” Mj snorted. You slapped his bicep with the spatula,

“You know what, good for you, man. What’s her name?” Ned asked, patting Peter on the back,

“Her name is Lauren. She’s into politics and nature, and enjoys taking pictures of big, historical buildings” He stated, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders and smirking,

“Too bad your building is small” Ned joked. Peter tilted his head to the side in confusion,

“What’s that mean?” Mj cackled and looked over at you as you let out a snort,

“Oh! I was just—um—joking that your uh—penis? Yeah, penis, is small. But, it’s not! It was a joke! You’ve got a great penis, man! I’m not saying it’s small—they laughed, okay?!” Ned began stuttering, scratching the back of his neck and pointing at the two girls who were laughing.

Peter just nodded and squinted his eyes,

“Right, whatever” While his three roommates continued conversation, he remained silent and began overthinking about what Ned said.

Yeah, it was a joke! But, was it, though? Was there truth behind it?

“Your dick is huge, Peter. Lauren will love it” Peter said as he stared at himself in the mirror in his room.

‘Blue (Da Ba Dee)’ by Eiffel 65 began playing from Peter’s speaker. He turned the volume up to the max and stepped back to get a better view of himself.

He took off his shirt and began flexing his biceps, then awkwardly dancing, attempting to boost his self-esteem. Aunt May always told him to dance if he was feeling upset as a kid,

“Yo, listen up here’s a story about a little guy that lives in a blue world!” Peter started singing along to the lyrics, unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans down,

“And a blue corvette and everything is blue for him and himself and everybody around cause he ain’t got nobody to listen!” He ran his hand down abs, continuing to stare at himself in the mirror and singing along to the song.

Meanwhile, you were on your stomach in your bed, studying for your upcoming exam. You were slowly growing frustrated with Peter’s loud music powering over your’s that was playing from your phone,

“Peter! Turn your shit down! I can barely hear Lana Del Rey, right now!”

He slowly pulled down his boxers and sighed, scratching his forehead,

“Well, here’s my dick, Lauren. Hope you like it” He mumbled. The mirror isn’t flattering,

“Yep, it’s definitely the mirror, Peter. I’m beautiful the way I am” He shook his head and cringed at his words, and began dancing again.

“For fuck sake” You slammed your textbook shut and got up, ready to cuss him out. You walked across the hall and swung his bedroom door open,

“Seriously, dude! Some of us are trying to study!” When you looked up, you gasped as you were face to face with a dancing and very naked Peter Parker.

You both froze and stared at each other for a few seconds before you broke it by pointing at his dick and letting out a screech-like laugh, then running out of the room.

The whole situation hit Peter like a wave, and he flopped down on his bed and caged his head in between his arms,

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god—no, no, no, no” He kept repeating, the incident replaying in his head.

A notification went off on his phone. He grabbed it and saw it was a message from Lauren.

Laurenfromecon: Hey big boy. My roommate finally left for the night. I hope your on your way ;)

Peter took a deep breath and sent a thumbs up back, too traumatized and distraught to send anything flirty back.

If you laughed at his dick, wouldn’t that mean Lauren would, too?

“Hey guys—to make my story short, I walked in on Peter dancing naked to that blue song” Ned spat out his water and Mj’s eyes practically bulged out of her her head,

“Oh! That’s not…” She laughed, setting her mug down on the coffee table,

“Yeah! Like he was dancing naked and like—staring at himself in the mirror while doing it, too! It was so—weird? I don’t know what to say to him now!” You began ranting, playing with your hair nervously.

Ned stood up and placed his hands on your shoulders,

“What did you say to him? Or did you say anything at all?” You looked down at your hands and began fiddling with them,

“Well, I kinda might’ve pointed at his…friend and laughed at it” Ned threw his head back and placed his hands on his face,

“Y/n! You never laugh at a man’s penis! That’s like the worse thing a woman could do!” Mj shook her head and leaned back into the couch,

“And right before his hook up, too? Dude, he’s probably in his room right now crying and throwing up” You grabbed a pillow and screamed into it before flopping down,

“Speak of the devil” She mumbled, flicking your head and then pointing to Peter who was fast walking past you guys with his hoodie covering his face,

“Oh my god! Hey, buddy!” You cringed at your words as you jogged after him to the front door,

“Please, leave me alone, y/n” He mumbled, trying to find where his keys were hanging frantically,

“Peter, we should really talk about this! It was just an accident that won’t happen again, right?” You tried to say nonchalantly, giving an awkward shrug as you guarded the front door,

“We knock on doors in this house. It shouldn’t of happened in the first place” He said through gritted teeth, finally getting ahold of his keys,

“I know! Just, your music was so loud and you wouldn’t of heard my kno—

“Y/n, please move” You sighed and slapped his shoulder,

“Listen, Petey, dancing naked is so normal! I dance naked sometimes, too!” You exclaimed. Your two friends both shook their heads as they watched what was currently going on in front of them,

“Just—move” He gently pushed you out of the way and opened the door, making his way out into the halls,

“I dance naked while listening to Sza and Ethel Cain all the time! Nothing to be ashamed of” You yelled out, your voice and words echoing throughout the halls. Peter shook his head and ran to the elevator. Your neighbour stepped out and gave you a disgusted look,

“Oh, shut the fuck up” You glared at him.

“Your so hot, Peter” Lauren moaned out, straddling him on her bed,

“Uh—thanks. Your pretty hot, too” He mumbled in between kisses. He shut his eyes, desperately trying to get himself hard and get you out of his thoughts,

“Fuck, take off your pants” The girl said, her hands going to the zipper of his jeans. Peter felt his heart jump out of his chest in fear,

“Wait! Can you take off yours first?” He pulled her hands away from crotch. She smirked and hopped off the bed and began stripping till she was completely naked.

Peter let out a huff of air and palmed himself,

“Wow, your um- nice” He cringed at his compliment and at how he still wasn’t becoming hard looking at a naked, blond chick who wanted him.

Did y/n break my dick’s ability to function for good? He thought to himself,

“Peter? You alright?” Lauren asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face,

“Huh? Yeah! Oh, yeah! I just need to…” He trailed off, gesturing to his dick. The blond grinned and nodded, going back to straddling him, grinding on him,

“Oh, shit” Peter cursed as her hand reached into his pants, slipping past his boxers, beginning to stroke his length.

As Peter laid his head back against the pillow, he found himself beginning to relax, trying to ease his mind,

If Lauren didn’t like my dick, why is she trying so hard to get it up? Y/n is immature, of course she’d laugh at your penis! Y/n…y/n…y/n…I wonder what y/n is doing right now. She’s probably dressed in her cute pyjama set after having her nightly shower. She’s probably laid on her bed thinking about you, thinking about you naked. Yeah, she for sure is. I wonder what she does in her room when she’s alone. Y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n…

Y/N?!

“Peter?” Lauren cleared her throat and took her hand out of his pants,

“Are you okay?” Peter eyes snapped opened,

“Is there anything I can like—do differently?” She asked awkwardly, chewing on her nail.

The spider boy let out a groan and flopped back down on the pillow, his flushed with embarrassment,

“Sorry. It’s not you, it’s me. It’s just—

“It’s fine, whatever. It’s okay to not be in the mood” She said, rolling off of him and slipping her clothes back on,

“Maybe we can…cuddle?” Peter asked, immediately regretting his words. The blond nodded, hesitantly laying underneath his arm,

“Uh, okay”

What the fuck is wrong with you, Peter? Why were you thinking about Y/n?

Peter stayed the night and left first thing in the morning,

“So…how was it?” Ned asked as Peter sat down on the leather couch.

He shook his head,

“Terrible” His friend frowned and paused the football game that was currently playing,

“What happened?”

Peter explained everything to Ned,

“Let me guess, the way y/n laughed at your junk made you so insecure about it that you couldn’t get a hard on?” Bug-boy groaned and and lifted his arms up,

“Exactly! What the fuck am I supposed to do now? What if she ruined my ability to ever become horny?”

Ned shrugged and frowned,

“Listen, y/n feels horrible about the way she acted. She really does feel bad. Go talk to her, trust me. My grandma always says that communication is the bed solution”

“Thanks a lot, y/n! Because of you, I can’t get an erection!” Peter yelled as he barged into your room. You slammed your book shut and sat up on your knees in the middle of your bed,

“What?!” He nodded and and pointed his finger in your face,

“I cant get your stupid little screech out of my head! The whole time I was trying to hook up with Lauren, your laugh and reaction to my dick kept replaying in my mind” You placed your face in your hands,

“I’m sorry, okay?! I just panicked, and when I panic I laugh or scream!” He rolled his eyes and leaned against your doorframe,

“Peter…your member is beautiful, okay?” You said, giving him a toothy smile. His face scrunched up,

“Oh my god! Do not call it a member, please. Call it a dick or whatever” You sighed and pushed your hair back,

“Your dick is nice looking, okay? It’s a good—dick. It’s far from small. I just got embarrassed because I invaded your…privacy” You were telling the truth.

He ‘tsked’ at the last part,

“You were embarrassed?” He said, raising an eyebrow,

“We were both embarrassed! I should have knocked. You should have turned down your music” He nodded and remained silent,

“I guess so”

The next day, you came up with the best idea.

There had to be some way to ease the tension, to relieve Peter’s embarrassment,

“This should work” You said, standing nude in front of your mirror. You ran your hands up and down your curves and let out a huff.

Your idea was to wait in his room and flash Peter when he came home to make it even between the both of you.

It’s only fair, right?

You wrapped a towel around yourself and made your way to his room.

“Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening” Peter and Lauren came stumbling through your shared loft,

“Are you sure your friends are out tonight?” The girl asked against his lips. He moaned when she pushed into his groin,

“Y-Yeah. They should be”

Peter had texted Lauren that morning, asking to hang out.

He really thought about everything that went down and concluded that it was never that serious.

His dick was fine, so was his body, and he wasn’t going to let you stop him from hooking up with pretty girls.

That’s how he ended with Lauren in his car, and then in his apartment,

“My room is down here” She followed him as he led her to his room.

You gasped as you heard Peter and a female voice echo throughout the apartment.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!

You scrambled around the room, quickly trying to find where to go. You went to the bedroom door and stopped as you heard them step right outside it.

Fuck! Think fast, y/n.

You stopped, dropped, and rolled to the side of his bed that was facing away from the door.

“Take off your clothes” Peter nodded as he stood in front of Lauren who was sitting on the edge of his bed. He took a deep breath and hurriedly took off his shirt.

She grinned and bit her lip, her hands going to unclasp her bra,

“Who the fuck is that?!” She screamed, pointing to the floor before covering her chest. Peter turned around and saw you in a towel, crawling on the floor towards his door,

“Y/n?! Wha—

You stood up and ran to the door, your towel then fell, revealing your nude backside,

“Oh…f-fuck” Peter whimpered as he stared at your body, completely forgetting that the blond was there, sitting frightened and confused as hell on his bed.

His eyes became hazy, his pupils dilating,

“Y/n” You slowly turned around, his gaze now being introduced to your naked front view.

His eyes trailed from your face to your breasts and lower.

A smirk-like grin formed on his lips as he stared at you.

You cleared your throat and ran a hand through your hair,

“Ta-da” You said, giving a weird smile.

Coming to your senses, you picked up the towel and quickly wrapped it around yourself, then practically sprinted out of the room and slamming the door behind you,

“Wow” Peter chuckled under his breath.

You were so fucking beautiful.

She’s so fucking beautiful, holy shit.

Lauren screamed from behind him,

“Um—what the fucking fuck just fucking happened!!”

Part 2!

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livelovecaliforniadreams · 3 months

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I Am All In Rewatch - Luke & Jess- Episode 2x5

There's there's a lot of Luke in him, a lot my God, and and what a what a what just a great looking kid, right and and and it was so odd to see because he you know, I you know, I know, a smiling, happy uh Milo with a good, great disposition and loving everybody and and talking everybody up. And then you see this character and it's like that is so far from what Milo really is. And it was stunning to see it. And it was very very entertaining because it was like, wow, he's convincing me. You know, he's really really convincing me. It's a great acting job... And even when he comes up and looks at me, his attitude changed. He was like he was actually befuddled and shocked and like he'd lost some power, which you know, you would think would definitely happen if somebody pushed you into a lake..That's that's what makes him so good, right, the physicalization, the physicality of the character. So it's just shoulders down, you know, right, little slump forward and a little attitude...[What do you remember about meeting him?] Just that he was such a nice kid, you know he was he was an unusually mature outgoing but not pushy. You know. He was just sort of present and friendly and and kind of you know, engaged and sort of interested in who you were and you know, good listener, and he just it was unusual in that in that regard that he was so mature for his age. Um, and I just kept saying, well that's this, you know, every time I worked with him or talking to him. You know. My comment to Lauren was, boy, did he have good parents? You know. And I'm not saying that anybody was any less spectacular, just that in his case, it was just like this full package coming at you, like, you know, he he's like this incredible looking guy who's really smart, really nice, really talented, mature beyond his years. I mean, it was like he's going to be a superstar.. Yeah, real focused performer, you know, very focused and very you know on what he needs to do and what he's trying to do, and and it's just sort of his way of going about it too. I mean, he wasn't pushy about it, and there was sort of little suggestions he would make, little things that he needed for me, and just the way he asked it was just it was so polite, you know. He was just a very polite, gentle spirit, you know... -Scott

#i am all in #luke x jess #jess x luke #they are my favorite father son duo from this show #the best dynamic #love #2x5 #jess mariano #luke danes #scott patterson #milo ventimiglia #gilmore girls #iconic #love them

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bulkhummus · 5 months

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I have some thoughts about episode 240 and I'd like to share them all with you here.

[Long post under cut]

I've been thinking mainly about the VHS tapes, and the idea of them being this kind of legacy that one has to hold on to, before giving them up and letting them become a memory.

And with that, I'm thinking about the literal physical act of cutting the cord after swiftly announcing who you are. Cutting the cord is an idiom for becoming independent. In broadcasting (TV or otherwise) it's dropping a channel you no longer want to view.

Kevin announcing to the town who he was, and then subsequently cutting out the broadcast in one fell swoop not only declares his independence, but also takes control right back. To cut the cord implies, to me, no longer being defined by that of what one has been defined by for eons.

An ancient radio host.

A man who has wandered the desert for centuries.

Given everything we know about Cecil and Kevin's relationship, and the animosity, and then perhaps vague understanding later on, it is no wonder that Cecil was the one to make the boy confront who he is. So much has happened to Cecil since he last saw Kevin. Angels are real. He's a father. His town has been explained away and brought back to life. Cecil doesn't give him a choice to turn his head away.

Cecil, who so rarely has the opportunity or ability to truly confront who his is, seeing a young boy in front of him asking the same questions, looking in dire need of an explanation, and instead of telling him, Cecil makes him confront it. Cecil's job isn't to explain, it's to observe, report and offer perspective.

So I'm thinking about Cecil as a father, who was once himself a child abandoned by his mother, giving this child, despite who it clearly is, the chance to come into his own, even if its terrifying. And I wouldn't even be bringing this up if it were not for the beginning bit at the episode about Tamika worrying about the knife the boy was holding. Cecil's calm, "Well, is he doing anything with the knife? Has he hurt anyone with the knife?" is so..... parental in a way that Tamika hasn't had the time to really cultivate herself yet.

Carlos seemingly, once again, was aware of something before everybody else and chose to stay silent. Some things some people are meant to discover on their own, and perhaps Carlos knew this, but I also think Carlos was once again afraid. Cecil has had eons to become comfortable with not understanding the truth, where Carlos has only had about two decades (or one, depending on how you want to view it) to become accustomed to it.

The beauty of this episode is that I feel like it is about the anxieties of being a parent. And it did it so beautifully without ever directly saying it. Think about it.

You have Tamika unsure but trusting her instincts, you have Carlos encouraging curiosity despite what it may entail, and Cecil, letting the boy define himself despite his fear.

In a very dramatic, reversed horror story trope, Cecil allowed Kevin to define himself, despite what that's going to entail. He doesn't know if it's going to be anything good, but that's the risk you take as a parent. I'm not saying that Cecil is Kevin's parent here, just to be clear, I'm saying symbolically speaking, sometimes we have to let people make their own choices and be their own people, and sometimes they end up doing bad things or making bad choices and we have to live with that. Sometimes it's not our place to step in. Sometimes we are just an observer, it's not our job to change the story, but to simply let it unfold.

That's the job and the anxiety of being a parent, of a person, of a friend, of a reporter.

The beauty of this episode is that it's a rebirth. And we've been given hints over the last handful of episodes. The murals, the children worshipping, the snake god (Cecil's whole bit about being swallowed by a snake in episode freaking 1) of Carlos un-explaining the town, the car crash on Buellton Avenue, of Lauren even saying (episode 237) "Because to ignore our past is to destroy our future. I hope you don't have anything in your past that you have not atoned for, Kevin." etc. All of these themes have been present.

So, to go back to the tapes and of legacy, and how legacy can be traded off for the relief of memory. These two people, once solely defined as their position at their station, have diverged.

The last time Cecil and Kevin were alone in a studio together (physically, and if memory serves) Cecil was taking back his station from Kevin. In episode 48 Cecil even says, as a one off, "Don't run with knives". Since then, Cecil has had the opportunity to really create roots elsewhere, to set aside a legacy and create memories, all we have heard of Kevin (recently that is) is him being subsumed by Lauren who, might I add, kept making him call her 'Mother'.

And now, here we have Kevin, cutting the cord, cutting out the broadcast, not as a double, not as a replacement, not as his past or his future, but as Kevin.

#its kevins era we're just living in it #sorry for typos im not rereading this again #wtnv #welcome to night vale #wtnv 240

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amysteryspot · 1 year

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A Moment of Jealousy | S.R.

Summary: Reader offers to help Spencer when he needs a plus one to go to his friend's wedding. What she didn't expect was to feel so angry when one of your coworkers starts flirting with him.

Warnings:female reader, no use of (Y/N); jealousy; fake dating; fluff; little bit of angst; friends to lovers; coworkers to lovers; mentions fo drinking; mild smut (+18); secret relationship until it isn't.

Word Count: 4.1K

Requested by: @hb-writes

A/N: Hey there, love. I'm sorry it took me forever to fill your request, but I got carried away and made it a whole oneshot instead of just a blurb. A special thanks to @foxy-eva for beta-reading this one.

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You tried, really hard, not to let people know how annoyed you were by the situation.

“I didn’t know you two were together,” Elizabeth says, surprised.

“Not for long, so we’re keeping it low while everything is still new,” Spencer answers, smiling at you. You smile back, looking at Elizabeth who was already staring back at you.

“I heard about how you arrested that guy last week. It must have been scary.”

“Yeah, it was but I had backup, so I knew it would be okay to push it a little bit.”

“Everybody’s impressed, I heard people in the white-collar department talking about it.

“It was a team effort.” You smile, politely.

“Teamwork is difficult in its own way, it must be harder on you two. Spencer is so clever and you are so…” she paused, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, “so strong.”

Blinking once, twice, you force yourself to give her a grim smile, but after that, the conversation turned into a blur for you. It took everything in you not to take it personally, you and Spencer were not dating after all, but the comparison just made you feel… inappropriate. Like you weren’t enough to be with someone like him.

When Elizabeth finally left, you could barely control your feelings.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you exclaimed, making Spencer turn his head to look at you.

“What happened,” he asked, confused.

“What happened? What happened, seriously,” you asked, incredulous. “What fucking happened is that Elizabeth has been flirting with you for the past hour and you did nothing to stop her,” sneering, you made sure to spell her name with a sickly sweet voice.

Spencer frowned, turning his head to search for Elizabeth, who, of course, was looking back at him, trying to look demure as she waved at him right before putting a loose strand of hair behind her ear. In his defense, he did look oblivious to agent Parker’s advances towards him, which did absolutely nothing to wane your anger. When he looked back at you, something seemed to click inside that big brain of his.

“Oh,” he exclaimed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, “you’re jealous.”

“I am…” it took you a moment to process his words, “Am I what?”

“Jealous,” he promptly answered. “Of Elizabeth,” Spencer made sure to stress her name and you wondered, for a second, where that smug smile came from.

“You’re fucking delusional, Doctor. I’m just worried about how you’re making me look like a complete idiot by flirting with Agent Parker. We’re supposed to be a fucking couple, after all.”

“Yeah, I know,” he nodded, “and that was your idea.”

“To save your ass, because you’re always alone in those kinds of events and you didn’t want to come with that woman Morgan set you up with… What was her name? Kristen?”

“Lauren,” Spencer corrected, putting his hands in his pockets, smirking.

Of course he remembered the name.

“Whatever. It does matter that your friend is getting married, you didn’t want to come alone and I’m here to help you. All I’m asking in exchange is that you don’t make me look like a fool by flirting with someone else.”

"That 's it,” he asked, taking a step closer.

“Yeah,” you nodded, skipping a breath as he stepped closer again, resting one of his hands on the small of your back, “that’s it.”

“Now, you see, I don’t believe you.”

He was so close that you could hear his breath and feel the heat of his body.

“What I do believe, is that you came here with me because you didn’t want anybody else in your place, anybody else with me, and that you’re so riled up by Elizabeth talking to me only because you’re jealous of her, even though all the poor woman did was compliment you the whole time.”

“I… what?”

“She’s interested in you, not me,” Spencer explained and suddenly you felt more like a fool than before.

Looking over his shoulder you could see the disappointed look on Elizabeth's face as she looked at the two of you, but she did smile when your eyes met and, even in the distance, you could swear she was blushing.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” Spencer laughed.

“This doesn’t mean that I’m jealous.”

“Oh, it doesn't?”

“No, it does not,” you answered, blinking a couple of times, still trying to process what was happening.

“So you wouldn't mind if I wanted to leave right now, taking you to your home and deciding to go out with Lauren? She texted me a few minutes ago.”

You bit your tongue before answering a faint, “No.”

Spencer hummed, letting go of you and offering his hand for you to take.

“Let’s go then, we already did what was supposed to be done here. Don’t want to let Lauren wait.”

“You… what?” For a moment, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Here you were, doing him a favor, and he was paying you back by talking to another woman all this time? “If you’ve been talking to her all this time you should've brought her with you, not me,” you exclaimed, letting go of his hand, walking past him only to hear him laugh.

Turning around, you saw Spencer smiling smugly and all you wanted at that moment was to wipe it out of his face.

“What’s so funny, Reid?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yes,” he confirmed, “you.”

“What’s so funny about me,” you asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“How many times I gotta say that I’m not… Wait, you just said that I’m cute?”

“That’s what you registered from what I said?” he asked, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

“No, good Doctor, I was saying that I’m not…”

You never got to finish the sentence because Spencer pulled you to him by the hand and planted his lips on yours and, suddenly, you didn’t want to talk anymore. All you wanted was to be able to feel his lips against yours all the time.

Spencer wasn’t half as gentle as you imagined him to be. His hands gripped you tight, keeping you impossibly close to him, and his chapped lips were hungry against your own. When you both came up for air he gave you a quick peck, smiling.

“There’s no Lauren.”

Still in a daze from the kiss, it took you a minute to process his words.

“What?”

“There’s no Lauren. There never was. Morgan just said he was tired from both of us circling around each other, so when the wedding invitation came up he took it upon himself to bring us together. He said you would be jealous about me bringing someone else to the party, so he created that someone.”

“Morgan… what?” Still confused, you were unable to form a coherent sentence.

You were going to kill Derek.

“He wasn’t exactly wrong, was he?”

“You were on board with that?”

He smiled, sheepishly, looking a little bit guilty.

“I’m gonna kill you…”

Again, you were interrupted mid-sentence by Spencer’s lips on yours. Not that you were complaining.

“You’re not going to kill anyone,” he said, both of you out of breath. “Here’s what is going to happen. We’re going to say our goodbyes to the newlyweds, I’m going to take you home, and you’re going to invite me for coffee.”

When you opened your mouth to speak Spencer silenced you again, this time by resting his thumb against your lips.

“Ah,” he reprimanded. “We’re both going up and we’re gonna have a talk about what is happening between us. Okay?”

You weren’t sure what did it for you: maybe it was the hazel of his eyes shining so brightly as he looked at you or his honeyed voice as he told you what was going to happen, maybe it was the way he was holding you so close to his body that made you so comfortable it felt like home. What you were sure of was that there was no point in trying to hide it anymore.

“Okay,” you sighed, relaxing into his arms much to Spencer’s content.

He kissed your forehead, releasing you from his arms and clasping your hand in his instead. When you two turned around to say your goodbyes, there were a couple of people staring at you, including Elizabeth. You shied away from their stares, noticing a blushing Spencer guide you through the crowd. Then you felt a hand grasping your arm gently, making you stop and see an old lady, who you recognized as the bride’s grandmother, smiling at you.

“It’s so beautiful to see such a young couple like yourselves be so in love with each other. It reminds me of me and my husband, we were married for 63 years until he passed away. There will be hard times, but don’t give up on love. I wish you two the very best,” she patted your hand and left, smiling.

You looked at Spencer dumbfounded, finding him looking at you already, a smile on his face. Spencer only squeezed your hand, leading you to the newlyweds before you two left the reception, looking for a taxi.

The ride to your home was silent, your hands intertwined as both of you looked through the windows in opposite directions. After you entered your apartment things shifted from 1 to 100 in a second.

Before you could understand what was happening, Spencer had you pressed between his body and your door, his lips hungry against yours. Responding in kind, your hands found his hair, tugging at it and making him moan against your lips.

Walking both of you to the couch, you gently pushed Spencer to fall against it, quickly straddling his hips before you could lose the courage to do so. Your kisses were greedy, his hands trailing up your thighs, hiking your dress in between his fingers.

You lost no time in freeing him from his jacket, and then his tie, making quick work of unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt, trailing kisses along his jaw and down his throat.

“Wait,” he mumbled, holding both your hands in his own, making you stop to look at him. “We need to talk.”

He was right. That was what you were here for in the first place, you were just too lost in each other and ended up caught up in the moment.

“Yeah,” you nodded, taking a deep breath, “yeah, you’re right.”

You two stared at each other for a moment before kissing again. It was too easy to lose yourself in him, but you really needed to talk so, despite your desires, it was your turn to part from him.

“Coffee,” you murmured against his lips.

Spencer nodded, eyes traveling down your figure as you got up, observing as you set your dress straight.

“Yeah, coffee.”

The two of you looked at each other for a moment too long and before you could change your mind, you turned around and left for the kitchen to start making your coffee.

Suddenly there was a presence behind you, strong hands at your waist pulling you close to his body while Spencer trailed kisses down your neck.

“What happened with talking?”

He turned you around in a swift motion, helping you up to sit on the kitchen counter and making quick work of standing between your legs.

“We can talk later.”

And then his lips were on yours and everything else faded to black. There was nothing but him, the feeling of his hands roaming your body, the taste of him on your tongue. It had always been easy for you to get lost in Spencer: in his words, the way he talked, his mannerisms. You shouldn’t have been surprised at how natural it felt to get lost in his touch, letting desire take over as you two melted against one another.

You were too hungry for each other, kissing and grabbing at whatever bit of skin was revealed. One of your hands rested against his chest, right above his heart, feeling his heartbeat, delighted when you noticed how each one of them matched yours. It was as if everything the both of you had gone through was supposed to end here, at this moment, when you were so in tune with one another that even your heartbeats were in sync.

“I want you,” he panted against your lips.

“Then have me,” you answered, before he joined your bodies, making you gasp his name, eyes closing as you gave yourself to him completely.

Waking up next to Spencer should have made you feel in the clouds but it had the opposite effect. Thinking about the previous night, you became worried that all that had been just a one-time thing, maybe the alcohol talking, some unresolved sexual tension that would probably dissolve now that you two got it out of the way. How would it be at work? Would it change anything? Of course, it would, there was no way you would be able to ignore what had happened. You hated how your brain simply wouldn’t let you be happy for more than two seconds.

Spencer stirred awake, slowly stretching his long limbs beside you before resting an arm around your waist, and nuzzling your hair.

“‘Morning,” he mumbled in a raspy voice, nuzzling your hair.

“‘Morning,” you answered, basking in his warmth and affection, forgetting your worries for a second.

Considering how averse to touch Spencer is, you were pleasantly surprised at how good he was with his hands and mouth. Despite the fact that both of you were a little tipsy, Spencer made sure to explore every inch of your body, seemingly as much touch-starved as you were.

Leaning in, he captured your lips in his, kissing you lazily as both of you started to process being awake.

“We should’ve done that sooner,” he said, leaning into his elbow to be able to look at you.

“What? Have a good night of sleep?” You joked, grinning at him.

Spencer smiled back, quickly tickling you, making you squirm and beg for him to stop. When he finally relents, you look at him, both of you wearing big smiles.

“We never got to talk last night.” You laid on your back, looking for his reaction.

“Do we need to? Because I think things are pretty clear after what happened.” He grins.

Playfully, you slapped his arm and silence filled the room for a moment.

“What now?” you asked.

“I think it is safe to say that we both want to try this out or we wouldn’t be here. So we do just that, take it slow, see what happens.”

Nodding, you snuggled closer to him. Spencer pulls you to rest partially on top of him, kissing your hairline.

“Do we need a label?” you asked.

“Not if you don’t want one.”

“Do you need one?” You asked, lifting your head to look at him.

“Not as long as I have you.” He answered, leaning in to peck your lips.

“Coffee?” You grinned, making him laugh.

“Coffee.”

Never in your life would you imagine that after one night, just one night, it would be so difficult to pretend that anything has happened between you and Spencer.

Of course, you were prepared for that when you offered to go with him to the wedding, but you also didn’t imagine that you two would end up in your bed, so you were kinda expecting that things would be less awkward. The team would ask how things had gone, and you would tell them how the party sucked and that was it.

Instead, you had to be careful to not look all lovey-dovey when you arrived in the bullpen, after having to part ways before going into the building to avoid letting people know you two have come to work together.

As you expected, Penelope was waiting for you as you stepped out of the elevator, dragging you to the Batcave before you could utter a word.

“Tell me, how was it?”

She was practically bouncing on her chair, excitedly waiting for your answer.

You had to bite the inside of your cheek before answering.

“Boring,” you answered.

It was partially true. You were never a fan of weddings, even more when you don’t know anybody, so the ceremony, even though beautiful, was not enough to get your attention. After the reception, though…

“Oh, common, you can do better than that.” She complained. “Was the bride beautiful?”

“Yeah, she was. Very traditional, white dress, pretty flowers and all that jazz.”

“And boy wonder?” She asked, a hint of mischief in her smile.

“Spencer was… Spencer.” Which was more than enough for you. “He was, you know, wearing a suit, worn out converse, just… Spencer.”

“And I bet girls were all over him.”

You chuckled a bit at that, remembering Elizabeth.

“Yeah, they were.”

“Nothing more for you to tell me?” she inquired.

“We got out of the party, Spencer took me home, and we’re here now. That's it. Nothing interesting to talk about.” You said, omitting the in-between Spencer taking you home and you two get to work.”

“That sucks,” Penelope complained, making you laugh.

“Sorry for disappointing you.” You shrugged, getting up and patting her shoulder.

“There’s always next time.”

You met Spencer at his desk. Looking around before approaching him, making sure no one was around, you nodded at him.

“JJ and Emily got me the moment I entered the bullpen.” He complained, making you smile in sympathy.

“Pen was waiting for me outside by the elevator.”

He hissed, opening and closing his hands, which you deduced was his way of avoiding reaching out to you.

“This leaves us with Rossi and Hotch,” he said.

“They won’t ask.” You assure him, before thinking again. “I think.”

“Maybe not to us.”

“Well, they do have the girls as a source of gossip.” You sighed.

“Derek on the other hand…” Spencer started, trailing off as you two saw Morgan enter the room.

He looked at the both of you like he knew something the others didn’t. And he did know, considering how he and Spencer had planned the whole “Lauren” thing.

Pretending nothing happened and ignoring the smirk on your friend’s face, you head to your desk, preparing yourself for work.

Not long after, you got him alone in the kitchen under the pretense of getting a refill, standing beside him as you stirred the fresh coffee in your mug.

“You’re gonna regret this.” You said, giving him a side glance.

“Regret what, pretty girl?” Derek asked, turning around to lean into the counter, eyes fixed on you. “Getting you and pretty boy together?”

“We’re not together.” You answered quickly, taking a sip of your coffee to distract yourself.

“Come on, you may have tricked the rest with your lies but don’t forget that I know everything about Lauren.” He grinned.

“Yeah, that’s the reason why you should watch your back.” You smiled sweetly at him, the slightest treat in your tone.

“Should I be worried, pretty girl?” He smiled back, sipping his coffee.

“Oh, I don’t know. You know how people are, someone could share some compromising photos of a certain agent when he was a child, or maybe tell your baby girl about you ignored her advice and went to dinner with that girl… What was her name? Oh, Vivian, right?”

“You wouldn’t.” He said, a hint of worry when you mentioned Penelope.

“Just watch your back, Morgan.”

It only took the time for you to reach the door for his voice to ring in your ears again.

“Or I could always tell people how our pretty boy and pretty girl are now a pretty couple.”

Not daring to turn around to look at him, you gripped your mug tighter, trying to mask

“We’re not a couple, I already…”

He interrupted you, saying, “You arrived together.”

You gulped, closing your eyes and swearing mentally.

“We did not,” you denied.

“Pretty girl, I saw you two in the parking lot,” Derek explained, standing beside you.

“Derek, you won’t…”

“My lips are sealed.” He said, making a zip signal. “But if you wanna keep this low you two have to be more careful. Penelope might have bought your story this time but you know how she is.”

“I know, I know. She’s going to kill the both of us when she discovers this.” You said, pinching the bridge of your nose. “We just want to take things slow.”

“I’m not blaming you for not coming out in the open about this now, just take care.” He said, getting closer and placing a kiss on your forehead. “And just so you know, I’m glad that you both are figuring this out, whatever it is.”

You smiled, “Thanks, Derek.”

It was a slow day, with lots of paperwork and boring stuff.

“Drinks tonight. Who's game?” Emily asks, getting up from her chair and picking up her jacket.

JJ nodded, “I’ll let Will know that I’ll be out a little late.”

“You don’t even have to ask,” Derek said.

Spencer looked your way and silently agreed that going out for drinks with a bunch of profilers so soon wasn’t a good idea.

“I think I’ll pass this time.” You said, not making a move to leave. “Yesterday I had drinks enough for a couple of days.”

“Giving trouble to Spencer, huh,” JJ said.

Spencer blushed a little. “Just a little bit.”

Everybody laughed as you rolled your eyes, trying to avoid thinking about the kind of trouble you’ve had given him.

Morgan looked at you with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Let's go then. Hotch and Rossi will meet us there in a few, I’ll go get Penelope.” He said, leaving.

“Spencer?” JJ asked.

“Not today, thanks,” he refuses.

“She really gave you trouble yesterday, huh?” JJ joked, before saying her goodbyes to you two.

“You have no idea,” Spencer mumbled under his breath, a smirk on his face.

You throw a ball of paper at him, making him laugh. After that, the both of you prepare to leave in silence, walking together to the elevator.

“My house or yours?” Spencer asked.

“Aren’t we going a little too fast?”

“Haven’t we danced around each other long enough?” He retorted, looking at you.

“Mine.”

In the end, going slow turned out to be far from what both of you wanted. When Spencer wasn’t in your apartment, you were in his, and it was becoming more and more difficult to hide things from your colleagues.

There were countless times in the past few months when you two almost got caught by them. The last one had been in the kitchen when the two of you were getting coffee and Spencer took the risk of taking your hand and his at the same time that Emily entered. You were quick to drop your mug as a diversion, but it was close enough to make the two of you try and distance yourself a little more at work. That seemed to work until one of the times the team decided to go out after a case.

You had roomed with Emily, making it impossible for you and Spencer to see each other for over a week. The both of you were touch starved, having missed each other more than anything despite having seen each other every day. That leads you to this fateful moment.

“So that’s what you two have been sneaking around these past few months,” Emily exclaimed, making you and Spencer jump away from each other.

“If we tell you that this is not what you’re thinking, it won’t work, right?” Spencer asked with his big brown eyes, looking as guilty as someone could be.

“Absolutely not.” She said looking between the two of you with a smirk on her lips. “We’ve been betting on how much time you two would be oblivious over the fact that we all knew.”

“You knew?” You asked and Emily nodded. “All of you?”

“The wedding, right?” She asked, making you try and get your jaw off the floor.

“Fuck,” you and Spencer spoke at the same time.

“Come on, lovebirds. Let’s go downstairs and meet the others for drinks.”

You looked at Spencer, that only shrugged, taking your hand in his so you could follow Emily to the elevator. At that moment, you thought that everything was falling into place. You had Spencer and that’s what mattered.

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"Our Love Is God" Fic Notes

OLIG finished off yesterday! For once I almost nailed the length, I was expecting 12 chapters but didn’t want to commit early on. HI I TRIED TO POST THIS SO MANY TIMES but apparently it was TOO MUCH TEXT in a single block and it wouldn't give me that error, I just had to GUESS because I knew that's been a problem before. Anyway. Here it is finally.

Playlist:

Obviously the West End and Off-Broadway cast recordings, but also I did still primarily use a separate curated playlist:

Good For You — Dear Evan Hansen (original Broadway cast)

The Worst Person Alive — G Flip

Ego Talking — Fletcher

Take Your Time — Chloe Moriondo

You Don’t Want Me Like That — Rachel Bochner & XANA

leave me for dead — GAYLE

pity — Charlotte Sands

Bodybag — Chloe Moriondo

spite — Charlotte Sands

butterflies — GAYLE

Tantrum — Charlotte Sands

Killbot! — Chloe Moriondo

LOVE IS A… — PVRIS

I Don’t Like The Quiet — The Haunt

Celebrity (Blood Bunny Version) — Chloe Moriondo

Doing Better — FLETCHER

Bad Girl — Daya

Not To Be Dramatic — Zoe Clark

My Perfect — Gen and the Degenerates

Often — Lauren Sanderson

Pretending — FLETCHER

Epilogue Life:

The original cast of Heathers played on stage for just over a year before most of them move on to other projects with the major cast change. Heathers (gay version) runs for about two years, going through two more cast changes, before closing. The original cast does go to see the new cast and cheer them on, but it is kind of weird to see someone else acting out a role that became like breathing to them. Overall the remake is taken very well but has just run its course by the time it ends. There will be another revival in a few years and it actually uses both the straight and gay versions of the musical between cast changes.

Catra carries Shot in the Dark for its entire two year run before it dwindles into a temporary retirement and gets revived with a new cast a few years later (same sets and such). She’s the defining lead for the show and obviously on the cast album. She’s really, really proud to have originated a magicat-led show and makes her new origination goal a sapphic role.

After Shot in the Dark, she takes a supporting role in another musical for eight months before leaving early to join Adora and Netossa on a new project. They don’t actually interact a lot in the show and aren’t love interests or anything, and they’ve long since learned to balance their careers while in different shows, but it does allow Adora to propose to her during final bow (with approval from Netossa). Adora tipped their parents off and they’re both in the audience to watch her say yes.

(Adora knew she was going to accept, hence the public proposal, and Catra’s relationship with her mom has gotten better now she’s a successful, independent adult. Also Felina would have been So Sad to miss it so Adora told them both). Oh also they moved in together as soon as their leases came up lmao.

Adora led one show in the mean time between Chicago and their show together, but it was smaller, not as demanding as Veronica, and she was really excited to hop on a project with Netossa and Catra again. She decides to make originating a gay role and collecting cast albums her career goal, in addition to getting in a few specific shows she and her mom looked up to when she was growing up. She already feels pretty fulfilled with her early career though and considers everything else the cherry on top.

Rest of the cast quick hits: Mermista plays Velma center stage in Chicago along with Adora. Fitting her braid in that wig cap is definitely a challenge lol. Sea Hawk starred in a Hello, Again short revival run which Catra and Adora were dying sitting through, but they support all their fellow cast members when they move on to new shows. Perfuma finally got up the nerve to ask Scorpia out on their very last night performing in Heathers together, getting her flowers and then revealing after the show — when everybody was already crying about it ending — they were from her. It was a very confusing confession until Perfuma was finally able to spell it out for her that she wanted to go on a date with her. Scorpia enthusiastically agreed (still crying before the whole “last show” thing), and then gushed to Catra later about how she couldn’t believe Perfuma liked her while Catra nearly tore her hair out listening to the obliviousness. Glimmer and Bow got to play a couple that were already-together side characters in a musical and that’s what finally gets them together because Bow realizes oh, I can’t risk losing this, and Glimmer is done trying to play the jealousy game because it clearly didn’t work and she doesn’t really have a flirty relationship with any of her new cast so they can finally just be honest with each other.

Chapter 1: Auditions

⦁ Things like homophobia and Christianity are usually world aspects I avoid in my fics, but they’re both present in the musical so they had to at least be mentioned in this.

⦁ Oh I should say this will have mentions of all the triggers warned for in the fic.

⦁ Adora and Catra both gave good but not necessarily the best auditions of the day separately. Catra’s was really good when she got permission to do it in her natural register and threw in a growl (she wasn’t actually audibly straining yet, but Netossa scouted her specifically for her voice and knew she was pushing it up near the top of her range), but her Candy Store was a little more uneven thanks to the lack of practice and register change. Adora did just fine in her regular song and really good in her Beautiful reprise, but there were people that did sing a little better technically. That doesn’t mean they would have been better over the course of the show itself, though, and what Catra and Adora had going for them was it looked like they were considering involving fists (the sexy or the fighting kind, take your pick) the moment they were on stage together. They eyefucked their way through both songs with such insane chemistry Netossa was like oh we can sell Fight For Me with these two EASY.

⦁ (Fight For Me is the second song in the musical where Veronica basically see JD in a fistfight and thinks it’s so fucking hot she immediately falls for him, and then they actually spend time together and it seems like they have similar views of the high school around them. And they do! But they definitely have very different solutions. Anyway, it’s a quick romance plot setup that doesn’t pretend not to be based solely on sexual attraction at first but that works and is realistic! The actors just need to have chemistry to make it read right, and damn do Catra and Adora have that).

⦁ Okay, every Veronica has been pretty, but there was some metric that made them not perfect conventional. For the first two Veronicas this was pretty much being brunette with messy hair lmao. For the West End, Veronica was played by Carrie Hope Fletcher, who I think is gorgeous and has blonde curly hair, but she faced a lot of backlash for being “too fat” to play Veronica. Adora is close to the Hollywood ideal, which is the point Netossa is trying to make: someone who could play Heather Chandler in one version of this show ends up the Veronica because she commits the sin of not meeting society’s hetereonormative expectations. Bigots will throw you out for any association with queerness. However, still meeting all those other metrics is what allows her to slip in with the Heathers as long as she helps them out and dresses femme — that’s part of her transformation, going from jeans in the opening number to skirts for the rest of the musical until the final sequence. When show starts, she’s wearing jeans and a ratty flannel with her hair in a ponytail. It’s a quick change outfit, so she runs behind the set to pull it off to reveal her main outfit beneath, brushes her skirt into place, and lets Netossa fix a scrunchy with a big bow on it on top of her existing ponytail to complete her transformation into a feminine popular girl.

⦁ “Janis Dean” is a reference to Mean Girls, and yes, that’s in-universe.

⦁ Catra got the casting call specifically because Netossa needed someone to match JD’s register — plus the growls in the right places added a lot of emotions to his songs. Including the sex ones.

⦁ Changes in Netossa’s version: - The aforementioned “Pretty Veronica” thing. When the Heathers give her the makeover she puts on the iconic skirt and has to wear skirts for the rest of the show, performing femininity in every extra way she can, to make up for her “deviance” of being bi (also, she’s bi. It’s another thing where any degree of deviation is grounds for rejection). - The line delivery (and some content) has been tweaked for the fatphobic stuff to match the changed metanarrative that comes from Scorpia, someone who isn’t actually overweight, playing Martha. The commentary then becomes that nothing is good enough and society’s fatphobia is thrown into light as completely unreasonable. The whole point of that aspect of the show is that it illustrates how awful the characters are, but genuine fatphobia and using it as a plot device to show a character is morally corrupt looks awful similar, so by having someone who is basically just tall and strong play Martha it makes it extremely obvious that the demands are unreasonable. This ties in well with Heather M’s story, where she does have that model body type and is pretty and popular but develops an eating disorder because she’s afraid of losing that. - Obviously a lot is different with JD. She “chooses” to be a lone wolf/outcast because of her personality and views on society, but there’s obvious undertones in their dialogue in the 7/11 that even if she did want to choose differently, she couldn’t because she would be rejected for being a dyke, so is she really making a choice at all then? She goes by JD specifically because it’s more gender neutral than Janis. She couldn’t ever be a Heather and she couldn’t even be a Veronica either, because Veronica could at least be comfortable putting on a matching skirt with her friends while this JD is butch, so she hangs out in her trench coat at the fringes of society. There’s also undertones to her being the only magicat in school due to her father moving around and not caring if he brought her into a hostile — conservative, racist, homophobic, etc — area. - Heather M. is only in with the popular girls for safety and there’s some dialogue around this in the bathroom scene with Veronica. It’s kind of public information (not officially stated but implied in her social media) that her actress, Perfuma, is trans. This wasn’t planned at the time of the casting call, but Netossa worked on it during workshops and the backstory became that Heather M started transitioning how she could before high school and is continuing to “in secret” now. Some people have clocked her though and she sticks so close to the other Heathers to keep herself from being the target of terrible bullying. As long as the Heathers tolerate her (Heather C is on a bit of an ego trip about having blackmail material on her and essentially owning someone in the palm of her hand), she’s given a pass and “has the best (cishood) assumed” about her. - Veronica and JD’s relationship is a little more secretive in this version, but the Heathers do know and Duke later tell her to just be careful not to “dyke it up” at school or they would out her (currently she’s just kind of clocked by some, not confirmed to the whole school). After Heather C’s death, Duke basically threatens Veronica to stay at her heel like Heather M or she’ll out them both.

Chapter 2: Workshop

⦁ You would have to be fucking blind to not realize Adora and Catra have history even in the glances of them Netossa and Spinnerella saw, and Netossa spent the first part of workshop trying to unpack whatever was going on with them. She had to put together the clues to figure out what it was. Once she decided exes was a likely story, she confronted Catra about it because she figured talking about it was the only way to handle the resentment. She was partially using reverse psychology and partially being honest about not resolving all of it being good for the show.

⦁ I made Freeze Your Brain more homoerotic. In the musical, JD does his entire song facing Veronica or walking around the stage and then offers the drink to her at the very end. He does not get in close and offer her the drink and then sip from it after her in an indirect kiss with her lipstick prints on the straw, but mine’s better.

⦁ In the actual show, Heather Chandler doesn’t put on any death makeup. The Off-Broadway would shine a blue light on her after she died to give her an other-worldly appearance and the West End didn’t seem to do anything at all, which was a mistake imho. In this one, when she “rises from the dead”, she does it a bit more dramatically and zombie-like under a blue light, and then she on-stage reaches over for her vanity and starts powdering her face, looks back at Veronica and says “What? I want to look good for eternity” and finishes as Veronica and JD write the rest of the suicide note before collapsing so the cops can find her.

Chapter 3: Previews

⦁ Once again changing the staging for my version (jokes on you, this isn’t just a Catradora fic, it’s me writing my ideal version of Heathers). Usually Heathers has some kind of bi-level stage. This one has catwalks hidden along the backs of the lockers, but they also have more sets. They have house facades they slide in front of the high school set/lockers for the croquet scene (Freeze Your Brain is the closest song) through to Heather’s murder, sliding them away again for The Me Inside of Me. They come back for Our Love Is God, although the second level with JD’s window isn’t brought back until the very end of the show. Kurt tries to climb the same trellis Adora used to get into JD’s window to escape JD as he chases him down. The full facade doesn’t come back until it’s time for Meant To Be Yours so JD can climb through Veronica’s window (that was once his). It is wheeled out as the entire stage narrows in on the center stage for the pep rally and finale.

⦁ Veronica doesn’t rebutton her shirt until after the nightmare scene in the West End version (I honestly can’t remember for off-Broadway), but for this show Adora just isn’t super comfortable hanging out shirtless in front of crowds every night, especially knowing some people are perverted about the lesbian version of Dead Girl Walking, so Netossa said buttoning her shirt and putting her clothes back on before they fall asleep was fine back when they were deciding what Catra was going to do since JD rips his shirt off undoes his buckle during this scene. Adora could have done it (she wears the bodysuit for Mona, after all), but Netossa didn’t mind making that small tweak for her. Catra cared less, but also because she’s not in the kind of underwear that straight guys like. They decided she would have a high-coverage sports bra, the kind that can pass for a binder, on (for this scene and for the entirety of the show since Janis Dean is supposed to be firmly butch). Catra does most of JD’s usual choreo here, minus the belt thing, because they do the version of the choreo where they never stand up and Catra isn’t wearing a belt at all.

Chapter 4: Candy Store

⦁ No wonder she was what way indeed, huh, Catra? Well, multiple. No wonder she was so frustrated, because Catra is infuriating when she wants to be. No wonder she was so hung up on her, because Glimmer also wants to fuck her inexplicably. No wonder she lived and breathed the word homoerotic, because Catra made sure they lived on the razer edge of it at all times. No wonder she was down bad, because again — see the last two point. This line is less of an insult and more of Catra being too magnetic for anybody’s good, honestly, but that annoys Glimmer because she doesn’t want to like her (like that, or at all) so it definitely comes out like an insult and Glimmer is good with that.

⦁ I need you to picture Catra’s “What?” after the brat comment in the same tone of voice as Elle Woods saying “What, like it’s hard?” because Catra definitely wants it hard.

Chapter 5: We Can Start and Finish Wars

⦁ I was nervous about doing this scene just from a trigger perspective, but I figured it would be okay if I kept it all contained to this one chapter, and it was something I really wanted to cover. It was my first thought when I heard You’re Welcome (since it was a new song). I also wanted to explore the support a cast really gives. You don’t have to improvise every night or anything, but there’s always something that pops up over a show and you have to adapt for when you’re doing shows night after night. This is why casts really have to have each others’ backs and are often close. Every person on that stage would have done what they could to help Adora get through the show, but Catra, Bow, and Sea Hawk were the only ones who could have helped in that specific scenario due to their roles, and Adora was good enough at covering it up that only her best friends noticed.

⦁ This chapter was a turning point for them between the lines with the show and reality blurring and Catra realizing (though trying to repress it) how important Adora is to her.

⦁ They do workshop a version of the scenes where Kurt and Ram just don’t come as close in contact to Adora and end up being even more slapstick with each other in place of the more aggressive choreography moments, and during Never Shut Up Again they don’t even come close to Veronica, instead running around the stage to tell the audience/school. They only use it once on Adora’s signal, and Bow voluntarily opts for it once based on vibes and Sea Hawk immediately adapts, but Netossa is right: it’s a good thing to have, and she’s really glad Adora agreed to collaborate on something.

⦁ This last scene wraps up the rest of the show to verify it goes well, but it’s mostly here just to showcase Good Director™️ Netossa. She really cares about her people a lot even when she’s a hard ass.

⦁ Adora doesn’t keep up too much with comments due to what she mentions about knowing there will be homophobia in them, but she’s not totally tuned out on them and a long flood of notifications still draws attention. After this time she becomes more committed to not reading them much, though.

⦁ Yes they’re going to the same dinner place featured later.

⦁ While out at dinner, Glimmer and Bow try to ask her how she’s doing and she gives them an even more abridged version of what she told Netossa and Catra because she just doesn’t want to think about it anymore, but of course Glimmer and Bow are super supportive, and Bow is really enthusiastic about them choreographing an alternate version of the scene because he just wants Adora to be okay and is proud of her for taking that step.

Chapter 6: No Time to Knock (I’m a Dead Girl Walking)

⦁ Chapter title from DGW

⦁ Dead Girl Walking honestly didn’t look that different that night, and Netossa did miss them making out after the lights went down because she was scrambling looking for a scrunchy, but she could tell Catra was going further with the choreo than she was supposed to, especially with the kiss during the kitchen scene when Netossa had given up looking for it until the show was over, and in a situation like that Adora couldn’t say no or stop her without changing the intent of the scene, hence Netossa threatening Catra about the consent issue despite how Adora didn’t seem upset. It’s just something she has to do as director. I ended up reducing it to a one-sentence mention later in the fic, but I thought about having a scene where, after a few nights of them kissing on stage, Netossa goes to Catra’s dressing room and asks her if Adora ever gave her permission for that, to which Catra says yes she’s fine with that, and Netossa corrects her and says did Adora ever give you verbal, explicit permission for that at which point Catra goes quiet and Netossa then demands she go to Adora’s dressing room and secure it before she’s allowed to leave for the night. Cure Catra awkwardly standing in Adora’s doorway asking Adora if it’s okay for them to kiss during the show as Netossa stands down the hall and waits for her. Adora was very bewildered but could tell Catra was being put up to it from the way she kept glancing to the side so she just agreed because she didn’t want them to get in trouble and Catra quickly fled. It just didn’t even up fitting in the flow of the story because it meant verbally acknowleding what they were doing earlier than they were supposed to so that’s why I changed it to Netossa privately asking Adora instead of forcing a confrontation, which is the better thing for Netossa to do anyway rather than force Adora to deal with it if she really were uncomfortable (the reason she did it in this version of the scene was because she was 100% certain it didn’t bother Adora but was doing her duty as director).

Chapter 7: Happiness Comes / When Everything Numbs

⦁ Chapter title from Freeze Your Brain.

⦁ Forever thinking about ND’s “and it was” comic.

⦁ Real shoutout to the person who informed me about the official stage recording of the later version of the West End Heathers because I definitely did not remember any of the dialogue outside of songs and it let me take notes to write scenes like the croquet scene, which is like 50% similar to the one that actually takes place in the musical. A lot of the dialogue not overtly related to Veronica’s queerness is the same, but a little bit of the action was changed around to extend the scene for the extra dialogue and include using an actual ball, because Glimmer being frighteningly accurate at hitting things with a giant mallet felt right.

Chapter 8: Fight For Me

⦁ Heather tries to get Veronica to admit she’s into girls so much so that she can have blackmail over her to keep her in line, although she doesn’t actually need her to admit it, she just knows Veronica would be more afraid of the threat whenever she makes it if Veronica is aware it’s something Heather has 100% confirmed to be true.

⦁ I didn’t include it because I didn’t want to have to cover every scene with differences in here, but in the 7/11 Heather bothers Veronica more about clearly being into girls and is mildly homophobic to JD. Then, in the scene after Dead Girl Walking and Veronica’s nightmare, as Veronica is freaking out about getting to Heather and making amends before Monday, she tells JD in clear terms “She’s going to out me and tell the school I’m bi” which is what Adora was referring to in chapter three when she mentions this version of the musical having the word bisexual in the opening act.

⦁ I know what y’all are going to think this was inspired by, but it’s actually inspired by a fucking Try Guys Korean bbq video where they went karaokeing afterwards. I’ve never been to a karaoke place like that and it got me thinking.

Chapter 9: Big Fun!

⦁ When the show started, Bow and Sea Hawk were both given like packs of the exact same underwear (one in blue variants, one in red variants, and one in black variants) so they could match throughout the show. It’d be easier to coordinate if it was all the same pair, but they wanted the variety for people who came to multiple shows. They actually have a lot of fun coordinating and then, on their own, decided to get a pair of those classical heart-print boxers that they throw in occasionally. Sometimes that’s just based on a day when they don’t want to wear something as revealing as the tighty-whities they usually wear, but usually it’s as a gag.

⦁ It was too awkward to shoe-in here, but part of reworking the choreography around You’re Welcome included the decision to have robes backstage for Bow and Sea Hawk, which they don’t often use, but if it’s a night where Adora is getting overwhelmed intermission is a lot more comfortable if Bow and Sea Hawk aren’t wandering around naked. Sea Hawk’s has feathers along the collar and cuffs.

⦁ Glimmer’s best friends all have abs and she has no idea how sharp her elbows can be.

⦁ Glimmer did realize she was flying a little too close to the sun with Adora if she responded to Catra’s flirting.

⦁ Yeah Catra brought her strap.

⦁ Catra was just a little tired during that show, so she asked Entrapta for some of the drain cleaner as a pickup since it has a lot of sugar, and she was taking a few seconds to rest before she had to go be feral on stage again.

⦁ When I first told my friend Meta I was doing a Heathers fic, Catra downing the fake drain cleaner like shots was one of the first jokes they made and I had to include it.

⦁ Adora thinks there is — a chance — that Catra wants to be dating after this exchange where she says it’s not “a problem”, but she’s definitely worried about saying anything too soon or too presumptive and scaring her off, so she’s just going to lowkey keep acting like they’re seeing each other and hope Catra will open up enough for them to have a conversation about it eventually.

⦁ The people at stage door the night they got “dinner”, and the night they actually got dinner, and the night they went home together, all definitely thought they were dating but only the ones from the first night even thought that might be news. The girl who was a big fan of Catra kept it to herself and her friends, but one half of the couple publicly tweeted the picture they got with Catra and Adora that night mentioning they got to take photos before they went off on a date, but that picture didn’t make its way back to Catra because she wasn’t tagged in it and not that many people “noticed” per se. Final bow was when everyone was like ah so there is something fruity going on there, but even then a lot of people weren’t sure, and it’s something that just got solidified over the coming months as they were seen together more, kissed in public, got a little sappy on Instagram, etc and everyone retroactively realized they were right.

Chapter 10: Beautiful

⦁ Usually the chapter titles are either lyrics that match the chapter or a song that features in a chapter, but in the case of “Beautiful”, it was a thematic match. Beautiful features Veronica picturing her future and the next phase in her life. For this chapter Catra is also exploring her future and her next steps. And also she’s gay for Adora.

⦁ The First Contact scene started as a Mass Effect joke (iykyk) and then I ended up including it. I honestly thought I was going to cut it because it’s kind of random but the point was to show how long they’ve known each other and they have their own world of games and jokes that they lost when they lost each other, so I ended up keeping it.

⦁ Cheekbone > Clavicle > Cupid’s bow (aka Achimenes longiflora) > Gums (aka Alveolar process).

⦁ Catra freezes up after Adora asks what she gets for a good show because she can’t bring herself to say “Me.”

⦁ Shot in the Dark is one of the episodes of the show I’ve rewatched the most, when they find Melog and Catra learns about the power of friendship. The musical was either going to be called that or White Out tbh (real ones know my relationship with that episode) but Catra is playing a magicat specifically in this role so going with the Melog episode felt right.

Chapter 11:

⦁ The blanket came from Lance, actually.

⦁ What’s my ideal choreography for Meant To Be Yours? So glad you definitely asked. This scene is usually presented so abstractly I don’t think someone unfamiliar with the musical/movie would even know Veronica is hiding in her closet. My ideal version (with the staging already set up in this play) is the house facade with the window being rolled in on one side of set (only one just cuz there isn’t time) and JD appearing on the other side of the window (with the light off so it’s more like he’s creepy in the dark) and doing his knock knock thing. Veronica in the middle of the stage panics and runs to the back of center stage, where it’s carefully choreographed for the ghosts (Kurt and Ram) to be rolling in an open doorframe that she runs through and Heather slams behind her. Then Kurt and Ram would lean against each side of the doorframe making fed up and “can you believe this dude?” faces at each other as JD has his whole villain speech in center stage before going to pound on the door and finally wrenching it open to reveal Veronica hanging on the other side with Heather kind of “in the corner” making a comedic fake shock face looking between JD and Veronica as JD breaks down. When he leaves and Veronica struggles to get down for a second, Heather would roll her eyes and help as Kurt and Ram wheel off the door and then quickly move the house facade off stage as it transitions to Dead Girl Walking (Reprise).

Chapter 12:

⦁ My idea for this AU was that Catra would have a “stage mom” and then their acting coach would have been Shadow Weaver to get that Trauma Backstory™️, which means Catra needed actual parents. I already had the pair from Trade Today For Tomorrow, so I wasn’t going come up with a new set of names, but it does feel kind of wrong to have changed Leona to be a “bad” mom. In general, if/when I do use them again, I’ll be using their TTFT personalities. Also, in this AU Leona isn’t awful or anything, but she really wanted to be an actress and it didn’t work out so she has been pushing her child in that direction even when it was painful, which gave them a tense relationship. Most of my other Catras would be thrilled to have parents like this, but Catra doesn’t have that context for None or Very Bad parents, so she’s just another person with an awkward relationship with her parents and doesn’t think about it too much.

⦁ Catra used to spend Christmas ever at Adora’s house and then Christmas at her own/moms’ when they were kids.

Chapter 13:

⦁ My original idea for a childhood dream musical was to stick Adora in Wicked because you know Mara is a sucker for that show, but for mezzo-soprano it’s mainly Elphaba, and the whole point was giving her a role that wasn’t lead. I settled on Chicago because something LGBT is happening in that prison and I think Mara and Hope would both like the show. Adora is going to play Mona in Chicago, a fairly minor character who gets a solo verse in Cell Block Tango when describing why she killed her lover for cheating on her. She appears (namelessly) in more songs but also gets off-stage time, and that song is absolutely ICONIC, so Adora is really excited to get to take part in it, even if it’s pushing the absolute limits of her dancing ability. She does a lot of practicing leading up to the show, so Catra is worried for a bit about her getting too busy and their relationship faltering about, but it balances out after the initial push. Adora’s moms are super psyched when they hear she’s going to be in the show and the marketing team ends up releasing the Broadway cast’s version of Cell Block Tango online at the open of the show to drum up hype for it, so Adora really hits one of her big career dreams — though still with room to grow, if she can get it with a larger role and a full album. This role shows her that headlining isn’t all there is to musical theater, though, and having smaller parts can really by worth it for the off-time.

⦁ Uh so. Mona’s outfit. The outfits for the inmates in Cell Block Tango are usually pretty close to lingerie. Adora has a bodysuit, because it works for the song and she’s more comfortable being covered in something skintight than just wearing two pieces, but it’s still quite a Lot for her parents to see it. They know what they’re in for though and everybody just neglects to address it after the show when they praise her voice. Catra loves Adora in the outfit though.

⦁ Based on my previous formatting Shot in the Dark, Chicago, and Hello, Again should actually just be written out without italics, but because the nature of the titles (length and formatting) make it confusing without italics and clunky with quotes, so I ended up just being inconsistent between them and Heathers.

Original Outline:

I outlined this one pretty heavily going into it, in the way I used to for my fics where I’d write like a one-sentence summary of every scene planned in a chapter going in. Of course, I knew I would add and change scenes as I went, but I was pretty faithful to the outline outside of additions. I was outlined out to chapter 8 but thought it would expand to about 12 chapters between the ending I hadn’t outlined (I needed to be closer to it to know what the right conclusion was) and scenes adding themselves in along the way to up the count, and I finally put that count on the fic when I was writing chapter 10 or so, but then I realized I fucking forgot about the cast album and I got the idea for the bar scene so all of Chapter 12 ended up getting added and expanding it to 12 chapters.

The only “big” thing that didn’t happen was the catnip thing, which was mostly a joke I outlined anyway, but it was just too much from several angles so I cut it before I finished it. The idea was someone pulling a prank on Catra by putting catnip on her vanity and getting her lowkey high. Non-destructively pulling something on a castmate’s dressing room is pretty common antics, but this felt… very targeted and tense even though the castmate was doing it fairly innocently and just ignorant of that angle to it, so I didn’t want to go through with it. Catra was going to corner Adora though and demand if she fucked with her dressing room, and when Adora was obviously confused by the confrontation, fall into her arms and aggressively scentmark her even as she growled explaining the vandalism, which Adora offered to clean up for her and let her use her dressing room to change so she didn’t get more exposure to it. Again, the “getting a castmate a little high” thing, even accidentally (they didn’t realize it had much of an effect) was just not a line I — or the cast — wanted to cross, though.

Upcoming:

The 4th anniversary SPOP Big Bang is going to run May 12th-18th and I’ll be posting daily for the first few days with my magical realism AU Lightbeam along with my amazing artist partner who made an illustration for every chapter! Keep an eye out for it :)

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honestly, this was probably the best thing to happen to Dieter. So while I’m gutted he and everybody else had to go through this, it can only go up from here!

but also… he called Talia in that moment 🥺 that just kinda makes me 🥺😭😭

And also. I’m gonna say it and I know I’m probably alone with this but man… I found Lauren kinda annoying this chapter lmao 😂 like I know where she’s coming from with Talia not actually dealing with her shit but come on.. cut her some slack? Her famous actor boyfriend broke up with her via a phone call and then got permanently drunk while basically the whole world was watching.

I just found her a bit too righteous and pushy. Also the song choice for her, that was kinda messed up? It’s not like Talia wanted to break up with Dieter?? She didn’t have to show or prove anything to him really, so I just kinda didn’t like that tbh!

But this chapter was great!! I wish I could just continue reading to find out what happens next because aaaaaaah!! I’m so desperate for them to reunite when whatever was up with Dieter is finally better. I feel like he’s gonna be so sorry and I can already see him in a hospital bed looking all small and sad and puppy eyes 🥺

Thanks for the message anon! Looks like you’re putting me to the test today. 🤣

This response includes spoilers for chapter 24 of Destiny & Deliverance below the cut.

It’s definitely a good thing that it happened the way it did. It could have gone very badly if Dieter hadn’t of made that call. I think once it’s revealed what is going on with him, everyone will be surprised and realize it should never have happened at all. It is sad for all involved obviously…and to think, these types of things really do happen every day.

Yes! Talk about drunk dialing…The fact that he called her tells us he was ready to stop fighting his feelings. He wanted to fix it and he knew he fucked up. Unfortunately, he was too messed up to really get any of that out. It did hit the feels extra hard though. I also love that Talia didn’t hesitate to go to him once she realized something was off. She’s going to take care of him no matter how big of an ass he has been. She loves him too much not to.

So Lauren…I think it may help to have some insight on where she’s coming from. Let’s remember, it’s been several months since Talia and D split. Also, we have to consider Talia’s history. Lauren knows that Talia holds things in and will self destruct over it. She did it with her marriage and she’s doing it even worse with D. Lauren just wants to get through to her and prevent something bad from happening (again). Keep in mind, Talia knew an awful lot about alcohol poisoning. We will circle back around to that topic eventually. So, Lauren starts taking a bit of a tough love approach. Sometimes, that is something you have to do with people (trust me, I’ve been there). It’s truly coming from a place of love for her friend. She’s worried about her.

Now, on the flip side of that, Dieter was one of Lauren’s few close friends too. Talia wasn’t the only one who lost him when he hit that self destruct button. Lauren is also now dating D’s brother and sees the affect D’s spiral is having on Alex too. She is privy to information that Talia doesn’t have. She has communicated with Dieter and tried to talk to him just like his family has. Remember in chapter 23 when she said, “You’re both so fucking stubborn”? She was totally working behind the scenes to sort D out and getting nowhere with him. Why? Because he had convinced himself that Talia was moving on and didn’t need him in her life. Outwardly, Talia seemed to be ok with the split and he didn’t believe Lauren when she told him otherwise.

Now the song… was it messed up? Yes, a little. Lauren honestly wasn’t expecting that type of reaction from Talia though. However, Lauren did hope that it might make Talia think about how she was really feeling. It worked, a little too well.

As far as Talia having something to prove to D…you’re right, she didn’t have anything, but Lauren did. Lauren wanted D to know that Talia was in fact hurting over the split and missed him because he didn’t believe it. We have to remember, at this point D is not speaking to the family (or Lauren by extension) and she was looking to reach him any way she could because she knows how bad off he really is. The family is grasping at straws by this point. She saw the situation as an opportunity.

So long story short, Lauren really is stuck between a rock and hard place. She’s trying to navigate it the best she can, but it’s to the point where they are all getting a little desperate.

Hopefully that gives a little more insight into Lauren’s POV on everything. She really has no malicious intentions, she just wants her friends to be healthy and happy.

They will be reunited eventually. It’s going to be a long road for him, and Talia too. And yes, there will be a lot of sad puppy dog eyes in the coming chapters. 🥹

I’m happy you enjoyed the chapter. Thanks for following along on this little adventure! 💜

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#dieter bravo #dieter bravo fic #talk to me about d & d #pedro pascal #destiny & deliverance series #pedro pascal characters #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x oc #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #talk to me

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I originally made my Light Yagami fanmix ten years ago on 8tracks, but I've tweaked and changed it multiple times over the years. In honor of Light's birthday, here's the current iteration, now on Spotify:

1. New World Man – Rush 2. Posture, Etc. – Say Hi 3. My Evil Plan to Save the World - Five Iron Frenzy 4. Murder by Numbers – The Police 5. God’s Gonna Cut You Down – Johnny Cash 6.

1. New World Man – Rush 2. Posture, Etc. – Say Hi 3. My Evil Plan to Save the World - Five Iron Frenzy 4. Murder by Numbers – The Police 5. God’s Gonna Cut You Down – Johnny Cash 6. Two Against One - Danger Mouse, Daniele Luppi, Jack White 7. Survival – Muse 8. Killer – Plain White Ts 9. Who Will Save You Now – Les Friction 10. You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid – The Offspring 11. Fame < Infamy – Fall Out Boy 12. Terrible Things - April Smith and the Great Picture Show 13. I Feel Evil Creeping In – Islands 14. Glory and Gore – Lorde 15. Everybody Wants to Rule the World – Tears for Fears 16. Condemnation - Depeche Mode 17. This Night – Black Lab 18. O' Death – Bobby Bass, Lauren Paley, Colm R. McGuiness

and a bonus song which I love for Light but tragically is no longer on Spotify:

Flawed Design - Stabilo

#light yagami #playlist #death note #fanmix #ten years later and this playlist title still amuses the hell out of me

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I feel like I’m being influenced to join the Spencer/emily ship 😅 what are some of your favorite elements of their relationship?

here’s the thing about reid and prentiss. here’s the fucking thing. they’re in love. with each other. they just have no idea that this is what is happening.

let’s go back to the beginning. once upon a time, spencer reid loved elle greenaway. she was his friend and he cared about her and when she lost herself and left the BAU he blamed himself for not helping her, not “saving” her. even though he saw the signs. even though they drank bourbon in an anonymous hotel room and her hair was shorter than it was when he met her and her eyes were haunted and she told him that she could still feel the fisher king’s fingers in her bullet wound. even though he could see the pain and rage plainly when nobody else would acknowledge it, and he did not know how to make it gentler. he only knew how to spot it, and what it meant.

elle left. reid’s friend, elle, she left wounded and nobody cared. nobody but him. shortly thereafter the BAU got a nepo hire named emily prentiss. no one knew anything about her but she fit into the team seamlessly, getting along with everybody except for a chronically distrusting hotch and a bitter, self-blaming reid. she wasn’t actually elle’s replacement but to reid maybe she was. maybe that’s why when the signs of his dilaudid abuse became apparent and prentiss was the first to notice, he felt nothing but anger. he knew elle and he loved elle and if he couldn’t stop her from hurting herself then where the fuck does prentiss get off thinking she can stop him from doing the same, when she doesn’t know him at all, when she has no reason to love him? who does she think she is?

what he doesn’t know is that when prentiss looks at him going through that she just sees matthew benson. the first boy who ever loved her, who she lost in the dark, who she could not save. she’s been here before.

reid gets sober. we can see him and prentiss getting to be friends. he makes her laugh. she makes him smile. they agree on deep philosophical topics that the rest of the BAU doesn’t. they get each other. reid trusts her because she never treats him like a baby. prentiss trusts him because he doesn’t know how to be anyone else but who he is. prentiss, the consummate liar, the woman with ten names, ten pasts. made her bones with the foxes. but she’s found a safe place to land, for once, for maybe the first time in her life. not moving, not running: in a place of her own, with a family she chose. and then her ghosts come knocking.

she did love ian doyle. that can’t be denied. it started out as a job but lost that shape soon enough. when he comes back for her, she’s terrified. who notices? reid. constantly, constantly, it’s reid. you’re biting your fingernails again. who’s lauren reynolds? the pinpoint accuracy with which he observes her every nuanced movement in the valhalla arc is unreal and frankly unprecedented. he’s seen gideon leave, seen elle leave: seen the signs. he’s seeing them again. still, he opens up to her about his headaches. he’s never opened up to ANYBODY like that before. and he just casually does it. at his desk. AT WORK! AND THEN INVITES HER ON A DATE TO SEE SOLARIS IN THE ORIGINAL RUSSIAN BECAUSE “REALLY WE’RE THE ONLY ONES WHO CAN UNDERSTAND IT.” LIKE LINGUISTICALLY OR IN YOUR HEARTS?

i’m not answering your question. my favorite aspect of their relationship is that they’re the goth and the nerd. my favorite aspect of their relationship is that it’s rooted in missed signals. two ships passing, close enough to touch, in different directions: over and over and over again. a veritable trove of almosts. 75% of their chemistry is in what you can see they’re always ABOUT to say to each other. and then she has to fake her death and run away and can they ever recover from that? he cried at JJ’s house EVERY NIGHT FOR TEN WEEKS. watch the scene where they slow-dance together in that one episode their expressions are so fucking telling. they are haunted by things they will not say to each other.

EVIDENCE LIST:

canonical prentiss line “love dating readers. hate profiling them.” what? at work!

prentiss staring at him with a complex and gentle expression and asking him if he ever wants kids. at work!

reid calling everyone else on the team by their last name. except emily. none of the other men calling her that except him. what? at work!

reid being totally un-curious about the sin to win weekend comment. because he was also going to be there? and they count cards together? and have sex? at work!

real canon interaction where prentiss tells a story about a star puzzle that represents a star that broke because a prince dropped it after catching it for a princess and it can’t be put back together and reid puts it back together and hands it to her. what? at work!

he recognizes her in the doctored photos of declan BY HER HANDS. by the blurred out of focus sight of her hands. “guys, look at the fingernails.” WHO LOOKS AT THAT BUT YOU? AT WORK!

real line doyle has about how she could be on the metro with dr. reid going back to his apartment like what? the music sting right after? his knowing smirk? “well, that one [reid] does have some quirks” WHAT??????? HER EX SAYING THIS???

i haven’t seen the later seasons but that reid wanted to kill someone because of what they did to prentiss like. saying after what he did to you if i would have found him i would have killed him and i’d have slept well. what? at work!

they’ve both flatlined. he saw a warm light and she saw a cold darkness. they told each other this. in a conference room. AT WORK!

^ how she looks at him btw

#criminal minds #spemily #otp: that's what i love about you #spencer reid #emily prentiss

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the french exit | chapter 01

kylian mbappé x original female character [+18]

synopsis: alice is a lonely rich girl whose biggest fear is to become a lonely rich woman. ever since they moved to paris, her fiancé doesn’t seem to be interested in her anymore. so alice decides to find comfort in the arms of another man. warnings: cheating; angst; smut; i have never been to france; minors dni.

masterlist | next chapter

Chapter 01 | Blank Space

“'Cause we're young, and we're reckless

We'll take this way too far

It'll leave you breathless”

Alice Morgan-Webber is a classic Ralph Lauren blonde girl. Summer at the Hamptons. Kate Moss poster on her wall. Her father owns a hotel chain and is the CEO of a company specialized in luxury goods. Her mother is a fashion designer. Alice is an only daughter and heir to an American dream empire. Her highschool sweetheart boyfriend, David, proposed to her in the summer. Their families have been friends for generations and when their mothers got pregnant at the same time, they knew it was meant to be. His family have their own inspirational story about their generational wealth.

A couple months ago David got a job at his family's company's French headquarters, and now they’re living in Paris. It didn’t take long for Alice to get an internship in a fashion magazine – in fact, all it took was a phone call from her mother. The couple’s perfect french pronunciation and overall cool behavior made them a perfect match for the city of light.

Their European fairytale didn’t last longer than a month. Very quickly David got bored of playing house. He started to spend his nights and weekends away from their cozy luxury apartment, always with the excuse of being busy with work. That was expected, in a way, so Alice wasn’t exactly disappointed; but she was surprised, his lack of interest in the very first month was a disaster. They weren’t even married yet.

“Men are complicated, honey. But maybe he really is busy with work.” Her mother, Caroline, told her over the phone. David’s family owned a holding company that was currently in the process of starting to invest in a fashion brand – owned by Alice’s family. So her mother soothed her, told her to wait. It is in everybody's best interest if they could find a way to be happy together. “You’ll be married in the spring and everything will be perfect, dear. I promise. You just need to be a little less controlling.”

It was a destination wedding, in Greece. Her mother would design her dress, of course. On her left hand she was wearing David’s grandmother’s ring. A colossal diamond that felt heavier every time he left the house without making eye contact. “Bye, love.” His strong voice, that once made her legs shake, now made her nauseous. He could at least look at her when saying goodbye, right? That wasn’t too much to ask, right? Alice thought to herself.

Part of Alice’s job included getting invited to luxury brands promotional parties, the kind she was already used to. But this time was different, she was working. Alice was supposed to post pictures of the event on social media and later report it to her boss. How the food tasted, was the music any good, what kind of celebrities showed up. It was a sports brand, so there were a few french athletes present – one specifically caught Alice’s attention. Kylian. She saw him in person before, in another one of those parties long before she moved to Paris. Back then David was present, a possessive hand around her waist. Warning her of the depraved behavior of football players. Now she was alone and Kylian was staring right back at her.

Later she would have a hard time recalling the food and the music; the French football player was the only thing on her mind the whole time. They were formally introduced at some point, he graciously shook her hand.

“Beautiful ring.” His eyes were on her left hand. She blushed.

“Thank you.”

“When’s the wedding?”

“In the spring.”

Quickly and smoothly, without anybody else seemly noticing, he whispers in her ear:

“So I still have some time.”

Alice laughs and nods at him, still blushing. They don’t talk for the rest of the evening, but when she comes home she gets a notification on her phone that makes her heart beat faster: k.mbappe just liked your post / k.mbappe just followed you. He answers one of her stories; it is a picture of her living room, beautifully decorated solely for the purpose of impressing her future in-laws.

k.mbappe you have good taste

alicemwebber thank you

k.mbappe i’m a buying a new apartment need help with the decor you should visit give me some tips

Kylian’s new apartment was just outside of busy Paris; it was modern and spacious, and smelled brand new. There wasn’t a lot of furniture or items that identified the owner, so Alice felt like he wasn’t entirely lying to her. Who knows how many times he used that trick, but Alice didn’t need a very convincing excuse. She just wanted to see him, to be in the same room completely alone with him and to feel desired by him. Her lust was aggravated by her anger. In her messed up head, what she was doing felt like revenge.

“So, what do you think?” He was standing behind her, so much taller than her. His perfume was intoxicating and she was fighting her own brain, trying to keep herself focused.

“It’s a really nice place, but it needs more… Personal touches.” She guides her right hand to his, without even looking, her thumb slowly caressing him. Kylian takes a step closer to her, his body now fully flushed against her. He holds her hand and rests his head on top of hers.

“I agree. Like I said, you have good taste.” He gives her a soft kiss on the cheek. “That’s why I invited you.” He continues to softly kiss her face, lowering his kisses down to her neck. “Are you going to help me?” Their bodies are even closer and she can feel he’s getting hard behind her.

“Yes, I will. Whatever you need.” As she says that he puts both of his hands on her hips, pushing her back onto himself, making her feel him.

“Whatever I need? Are you sure?”

Alice nods, and when she opens her mouth to properly answer him, he kisses her. She turns around, holding him by the neck. The kiss feels like a perfect match. They instinctively know exactly where to touch each other, their tongues know the exact moves. Their breaths and the small noises of pleasure Alice makes echoes in Kylian’s almost empty living room.

“Do you own a bed, at least?” She asks, face still close, afraid of moving away from him and breaking the spell. Kylian laughs warmly.

“I do own a bed, yes. Let me show it to you.”

He guides her to the bedroom while still kissing her. By the time they lay in bed together half of their clothes were already forgotten along the way. She’s lying on her back and he’s towering over her, he already feels big just standing over her, looking at her. His body is warm, he’s kissing her like he’s in a hurry. A real man. Wanting her, tasting her. Paying attention to her. She surrendered herself to him. Alice tries to take off his pants but he holds her hands above her head. She stops the kiss.

“Please. Please.” She guides her hand once again to his jeans. Kylian sits on the bed and brings Alice onto his lap. He takes her left hand and bites the side of the finger with her engagement ring. Alice moans. “Do you like that?” He whispers in her ear, she eagerly nods in agreement.

“I like it too.” He kisses her finger. “I also like knowing I only had to ask you once.”

“You’re being mean.” Alice takes the rest of her own clothes off, tired of waiting for him. Kylian laughs. His eyes shining bright give Alice butterflies. He looks beautiful like that, horny and teasing her. She feels lucky to get to experience it.

“I’m being mean?” He gets up and holds both of her legs, carefully making her seat at the end of the bed. Then he pulls her legs apart and admires the view of her dripping wet core. “Alright, let me be nice to you, then.” He gets on his knees and starts kissing her feet, almost in a devotional manner. He continues his kisses up, firmly holding her legs. After what it feels like forever he finally kisses her cunt. Kylian can’t help moaning with her. She tastes amazing and he can’t get enough. She cums screaming his name even before he puts his fingers on her. “What about now? I’m still mean to you, baby?” Alice is laying on her back again and he’s fingering her roughly.

“Ye–yes, yes, you are.” She’s stuttering, can’t control her voice when she’s so close to another orgasm. On her third orgasm she has his cock inside of her. She’s on all fours and his hand is holding her hair, keeping her head up. Her mouth is open, her moans somehow still getting louder.

“You’re so big.” Alice mumbles, eyes closed, feeling full and satisfied. Kylian is proud, both from her words and the state he managed to get her.

“You should always feel like this, baby.” He’s still behind her, but they’re both on their knees in the middle of the bed, his hand never leaving her hair. “It’s what a pretty girl like you deserve.” He kisses her shoulder and neck, restraining himself from biting her.

Later, after she showers, he politely offers for her to stay. She can’t, of course, and he knows. At the apartment door, kissing goodbye, she says:

“There’s a lot of work to be done in this place, don’t you think?”

He agrees, grinning at her. “You should come often, I need all the help you can give.”

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David doesn’t know anything about football, but loves talking about it. It never bothered Alice before, she used to find it amusing; his lack of knowledge over tactics or stats. It used to be cute, even. They were at a private box in Parc des Princes, together with some of David’s work colleagues and a potential client. The guy was a family man and a PSG fanatic, so David decided to take his lovely bride to a football match in hope of luring the French millionaire into doing business with him. Alice is nauseous the entire time. She deserves it, she thinks. Maybe this is God punishing her somehow. Still, she has her eyes on Kylian the entire time.

“Alice, are you feeling good?” David asks her, his hand on her back. Her head is spinning. God, why is he being so thoughtful.

“I… I don’t think so.”

Alice sort of disassociates, only fully regaining her consciousness after she throws up a couple times at the Saint-Germain lounge bathroom. David is by her side, holding her hair. His action only made her more nauseous, reminding her of a few nights before.

“You’re not pregnant, are you?”

Her fiancé asks and she weakly slaps him.

“How can you ask me that this way?” Alice is angry, but her voice is weak. David laughs, brushing her hair off her face and kissing her forehead.

“Well, there’s still a few months till the wedding. I want you to look good in your dress.”

Alice stares at him in shock, trying to gain courage to ask him what she really wants to know. To tell him how she feels. It was the first time he even mentioned the wedding in weeks.

“Do you really? You still think about our wedding?”

“Of course, love. Where’s this coming from?”

Her hair is a mess and her make up ruined, they’re both still sitting on the bathroom floor and Alice feels like this is the lowest so far in their relationship. David's tone of voice makes her feel like she’s delirious. Maybe she overreacted. She should have asked him sooner.

“I feel like you don’t want me anymore.” She’s fully crying and David tries to dry her tears, confused. He takes out a handkerchief embroidered with his initials and hands it to her.

“What? Love, that’s not true. How can you say that?”

“I’m sorry I ruined your business meeting.” Alice says in between sobs. David shakes his head.

“You didn’t ruin anything. It’s actually a pretty good look for me, coming to help you.” He chuckles. A few minutes later, Alice recomposes herself, quickly fixing her hair and make up. When they walk out, holding hands, it is like nothing happened.

“Oh, look, Messi scored!” David points at one of the Tv’s on the lounge. Back home, getting ready to bed, Alice tries to initiate a kiss but he points a finger on her lips.

“Love, you threw up today.” He looks at her with disgust.

“Are you serious? I’m feeling better, you psycho.”

“Well, let’s wait a few more hours. Just to make sure.”

On her phone there’s a new notification. An answer to her stories on the stadium. It was a group picture, David had his arm around her, kissing her cheek.

k.mbappe enjoyed the game?

alicemwebber not really wasn’t feeling well had to leave early

k.mbappe feeling better now?

David was sound asleep beside her, she stared at him for a while before answering.

alicemwebber yes much better

#the french exit #kylian mbappe #kylian fanfic #mbappe fanfic #smut #football fanfic #kylian mbappe fanfic

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killroadz · 1 year

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𝑨 𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒇 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒍 𝑳𝒊𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

"𝐀 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 ,𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞!!"

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Trigger Warnings: Mentioned Cults, implied grooming and very brief mentioned child abuse

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Liu's full name is Lucius Vicki Woods, however he heavily prefers to just be called Liu. It's shorter and easier to say.

He's 27 years old(7 years older than Jeff) and he managed to graduate College before he started serial killing.

Liu uses He/Him pronouns. However he doesn’t care what pronouns you give him. If you were to use She/her pronouns for him, he won’t correct you, cuz he low key does not care.

Liu is 6'4 and really likes teasing anybody and everybody shorter than him.

He's kinda skinny. Like, he isn't unhealthy skinny or nothing, just...Skinny ish. He’s fine. He eats.

His hair is not brown, it’s actually a really dark shade of red, he never brushes it either. He’s dirty and he stinks. He takes one shower every few weeks.

Liu’s White-Asian, however he takes more after his dad (a privileged white man) than his mother (An Asian woman who Liu quite disliked) he got his height from his mother though.

Many people say Liu acts like his father, and he curses out anyone who dares compare to that bastard.

Liu tries to act like he cares about people, he’ll give you presents, love, his credit card and he’ll still won’t give a fuck about you. He only really cares about Jeff and Sully. Those are his little brothers and he’ll get crucified for them.

Speaking of crucified…that actually almost happened to Liu when he was around twelve. What he thought were adult aged people who cared about him were only cult members who wanted Liu to be their sacrifice.

He got away though, but those same cult members found EJ a couple years later.

Throughout Liu’s teenage years he often hung around the wrong group of people. People who told him that they cared about and loved him, people who used Liu to get what they wanted and forget about him for a month, only contacting him when they need him. (It was nothing sexual)

Liu also was extremely distant to his younger brother, so distant that the two brothers kinda hated each other. (Until Liu’s aunt forced Liu to use his first paycheck to buy ten-year-old Jeff chicken nuggets and a day in the park)

During Liu’s life his parents expected a lot from him, he was so busy trying to please his parents with good grades that he never noticed the abuse his parents put Jeff through. He suspected it but the thought of that never stuck around for along.

Current Liu feels like a piece of shit for not helping his brother when he was having a hard time, and he’ll help Jeff even when he doesn’t want his help.

He’s clingy and he knows too much about people. He knows everyone’s schedule, routine and etc. He knows your phone password, credit card number and IP address.

Protect your wives, husbands and spouses. Liu’s coming for all of them.

S U L L Y

Sully’s full name is Sully Harper Lauren’s. His name is not Sullivan, it’s just Sully.

Sully is seven years old, however he acts much older than his age. Sully uses He/Him pronouns. If you were to ask him what his pronouns were he’d tilt his head and shrug. He doesn’t know the answer to that question either.

He’s african american but his skin is very cold and uncomfortable to touch. He just needs lotion and a bath dw.

He has really fucking long purplish-black hair, if he is slouching, his hair will drag on the ground, which makes it really fucking dirty, similar to Liu, he never brushes it. Some of his hair covers the right part of his entire face. Sully literally cannot cut his hair, it grows back within several seconds, the only thing he can do it just tie it up.

Like said before, Sully does not act his age at all.

He acts more like adult-humored high schoolers that you’d see bullying a kid on the side of the road.

Sully is spiteful, arrogant, cruel and hard-headed. He’s a naturally very angry person, and hates everyone that tries to get close to him. Dispite that, Sully is actually pretty shy.

He prefers to be alone most the time, and when you are disrupting his alone time (which is all the time) he will curse and scream at you.

Leave Sully alone, that’s basically the only way to become his friend. Just leave him the fuck alone.

Even though Sully doesn’t act his age, he’s still a child. He watches kid shows that’ll easily keep him entertained and oh my god please push him on the swings and say “Woooosh” while doing it.

He really enjoys things like Transformers and Warrior Cats.

Compares every orange cat to Firestar. Every brown tabby cat is Tigerclaw, every fluffy white cat is Cloudtail. Oh? A brown tabby cat who hangs around plants a lot? Yeah that’s Leafpool. A very mean Calico cat? Mapleshade.

Has read every Warrior Cats book. Definitely Sparkpelt’s biggest fan. /j

Oh, by the way. Sully isn’t an alter or anything related with DID. He’s a vengeful ghost child who used to work for Zalgo. He can willingly possess Liu’s body when he pleases and he does most his murdering with Liu. Because Sully’s seven year old body cannot hold a knife. He can pick up things 60x his weight, he just cannot hold a knife with his own body for some reason.

He’s like- a really sad person and he expects too much of himself.

Don’t touch his bare skin!!! He’ll have a panic attack and start attacking you!

Poor baby just needs a hug, a blanket and a brother who actually likes him and cares about him.

Brotherly issues am I right?

On a wholesome note, he has a stuffed crocodile toy that he calls Snoodle. Plus a Iguana named Godzilla

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All right I’m done now. This really shouldn’t have take 2 months to finish. But whatever. Stay tuned for some more headcanons to come!

Have a great day

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oh-saints · 1 year

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bestie do we still get kt x singer reader?!🥲i need it after the anti-kt disappointment

for you, fellow KT bestie (does it rhyme???) who's been deprived of our lovely viking for far too long, i'd give it to youuu

change

being a female singer-songwriter in a very saturated industry, you work hard to get where you are now. but kieran works harder until he can call you his.

kieran tierney x singer!reader

word count: 2.0k

note: i gotta be honest... i tried so hard not to entertain this ask because my request's closed and i have so many left i haven't worked on yet, but an idea popped in my mind that i had to write it down. and in the light of us fellow KT girlies not being granted his appearance by mikel, which coincided with my bday week this time around, here it is! but as usual, i happen to write this at dawn so not beta-read yet.

the song included in this work is this.

“A record I must say,” Lauren, your agent, walked into your studio alongside your publicist with a cup of tea—dajeerling and brewing hot, no less, just the way you like it. “A birdie told me you haven’t pulled out all-nighter lately and chose to clock in early instead.”

“Morning to you, too, Lauren,” You pushed back your chair, straying away your eyes from the lined-up monitors on your work station. “Now, what’s wrong in being early?”

“As far as I can recall, you love your bed so much that you always try to spend your time there until it’s really time to go,” Lauren put your cup and your smoked-beef sandwich on the table standing in the middle of the room. “Am I right?”

You could only laugh at your agent’s long-standing experience of the countless times she had to drag you out of your bed so you could make it in time for radio promotions. She even went as far as preventing you from touching the bed when you were due for a red carpet, afraid you’d pass out and she had to extort physical means to get you wake up.

In your defence, you couldn’t help it. Inspirations come to you at unexpected times, and mostly they keep you up during the time when everybody’s asleep because you can’t not make something out of it while it lasts. They are what keep you afloat in this make-it-or-break-it industry, the root of your endless hits after hits, and precisely why your agent—although groaning while doing so—would still shake the sleep from your entire being relentlessly.

However, you couldn’t deny your agent’s astute observation that you had, indeed, been gracing your studio in normal time zone. Something that wasn’t exactly unheard of but definitely something that was missing from a gazillion years ago.

In fact, deep down, you actually surrendered yourself to the fact attack launched by Lauren because you were changing, for good. No longer were the days of grabbing instant meal kits, nights of recording and takeouts. And you have every reason to.

While the smoke of brewing hot tea was usually something you look forward to get your body and soul intact for the rest of the day, lately there had been another angelic sight freely occupying the other side of your bed—a sight you look forward to see the first thing in the morning, as soon as you open your eyes to the bright, blinding sun. Yet, you could swear the sight was even mesmerising than the sun itself.

The calm personified in Kieran Tierney when he was sleeping was something else. Eyes shut perfectly in a dome shape and eyelashes tickling his prominent cheekbones—it was a scenery you would definitely choose over the leather four walls of your studio.

Kieran when awake was already bedazzling as it is, but when you take away all the determination and worries, he simply looks like an innocent child sleeping, with those thin lips left agape and soft snores coming out in tune melodically with the chirping bird outside.

For that particular private viewing alone, if it meant you had to do patchworks to your usual unusual routine, you would gladly do it in a heartbeat. You’d enjoy the bonus of 5 extra minute to run the pads of your fingers along the lines of his facial structure, grazing inch and every bit of the strong features you’ve come to love the past months, tracing every crook and nook until nothing else left untouched.

You like to touch the end of his hairline and the beginning of his skin, creasing out the contracted muscle at your initial touch, down to his thick brows, the long eyelashes, protruding cheek bones and jaw lines, the apple chin… and your favourite of them all; the thin but healthily pink lips that always pouts in default but would turn into a megawatt smile whenever around you. It’d become your favourite ever since you noticed that particular perk only you had the privilege to own.

Your hands would draw back to the tip of his pointy nose, a feature he inherited from his patrilineal genetics, and he would scrunch the muzzle softly as if he was about to sniff before gaining consciousness slowly but surely. You’d come to realise it was marked by his 3-times blink before he groaned a sleepy, groggy good morning as he took in his surroundings.

And you’d laugh when he attempted to pull you into another tight cuddle, prolonging your lazing time on the bed by leaving pecks on the crown of your head, as if he didn’t have somewhere to go every morning without fail.

As much as you’d come to terms with the fact that you know now your way of dying—should you be able to choose—is to be engulfed in Kieran’s arms, basked in his signature mixture of natural odour and his favourite perfume, until you run out of breaths, Kieran’s athletic routine was the reason why you had to get up the same time as your boyfriend.

Because who could fall asleep again when you got to gawk on your shirtless boyfriend walking around your bedroom like he owned the place?

Certainly not you, not when the adrenaline was too high on certain times and all you had to focus was not to tackle your boyfriend in the bathroom so that you could have sex. He has a job to keep, and you have fans waiting for your next creation. So you channelled your overflowing energy into coming into the studio early—it wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone, really, if you exposed yourself that your next album would be solely inspired by your “burly yet soft like a teddy bear” lover.

If 5 years ago someone said to you that you’d undergo all these drastic changes, you’d laugh at their face. Your old self wouldn’t have approved of your decision on letting Kieran in to your life so fast in the first place.

Old you, who didn’t think of anything else but your budding career.

Old you, who was so afraid to lose whatever you had because of a stupid move, like your fellow musicians went wrong.

Old you, who thought you had too much at stake to think of something outside the music and your fans.

Old you, who learnt from your last ex-boyfriend that you had to fight your way up on your own.

“How’s the album going?” Lauren started off again, now her notes and iPad sprawled all over the table, and you took the hint to get serious. “Is there any samples we can hear of?”

“I do—”

And that was when you realise your phone—your other phone, to be exact; the one you bought for its music features so you could rest assured to keep your creative outlet as positive as possible—was nowhere to be found. Your morning commute only includes the likes of your house or Kieran’s house and work lately, so you’ve got no choice but to call your boyfriend.

“What’s up, babe?”

Kieran had made it a habit of his to rotate any pet name he could probably think of to call you. On any other circumstances, you would usually curl your fingers when someone called you by a sweet moniker of their choice—heck, your last ex fling even complained about your disdain to them. But rather than disgust this time, it was more at the weird sensation vibrating through your entire body that you found yourself rather liking them.

In fact, you had to give Kieran a big kudos for making the transition in their relationship relatively natural. While a lot of things escalated very quickly in your respective lives, it somehow felt like it just fell into their deserving place instead.

Kieran really meant it when he vowed he would prove her fears wrong, exactly the night when you decided to let him into your life.

“I left my other phone at home, can you bring them to my studio?”

“Sure thing, love,” And Lauren had to hold back her squeals when she noticed your blushing cheeks. “See you in a bit.”

Turned out, it wasn’t merely a bit to the Scotsman. How could he not be stunned when you pulled the rug from under his feet?

He was only supposed to call your other phone in order for him to bring the device to you, but as soon as he heard intently and closely to the caller ring you’ve put for him, he was rendered speechless.

The very reason why your relationship with Kieran took off on a very long slow burn into what they were now was because you were initially very averse at the idea of romantically involved with anyone. Not after what your ex had done to you, and Kieran went into diving fully realising and acknowledging the part. He’d come to embrace your flaws and your imperfections, no matter how much you hate them, because it’s what made you… you. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Including your lack of verbal affection.

The irony, Kieran would laugh at the revelation, but it didn’t matter in his opinion because it didn’t particularly equal to not meaning you love for him. You crumbling down the longstanding Berlin Wall between them was enough of a proof that you felt the same way as him.

He had before long accepted the idea that you were not fond of grandiose gestures from your significant other, nor did you like doing so to your partner. You belonged rather to the kind of people who liked spending time closely with their respective partner, be it candle-lit dinner in the iconic Aviary or be on the phone call with him for hours when he was on an away match–didn’t matter for you, really.

You preferred to express her affection into a set of discreet actions; you could be found constantly holding his hand whenever you had the chance, playing with his hair, juggling between touching the side of his face and feeling the growing stubbles on his jaw.

When he was on an away game, you would send an Uber Eats for him and whoever his roommate at that time, a little supportive note from you would be slipped in the packaging with a help of the deliveryman. Now, being Kieran’s roommate was a spot worth fighting for amongst his teammates. And recently, you let Kieran stay over in your flat every now and then.

The action spoke more than volume, per Kieran’s standard of your love for him. It might not be much, but for Kieran, it meant no more walls, no more hesitation.

So when his ears picked up the lyrics of the caller ring, Kieran was left breathless. It was a crude song, not yet mastered, so he knew it was something she only recently produced, but it was what made the effect booming throughout his body became 10 times shuddering.

I remember like it was yesterday

First kiss and I knew you changed the game

You have me, exactly, well you want it,

And I'm on it

And I ain't ever gonna let you get away

Holdin' hands never made me feel this way

So special, boy it's your, it's your smile

We so in love

You had never been fluent in articulating her feeling into words of either written or spoken form, at least to Kieran’s face, but this song–it pretty much contained every description of what you felt towards him, practically a song to profess your love to him in a very discreet way.

You are my baby love, my baby love

You make the sun come up (Oh boy, oh boy)

You're my every, everything that I could ever dream of

You are my baby love, my baby love

You make the sun come up (Oh boy, oh boy)

You're my every, every, every, everything

Been a minute and we still holding it down

Butterflies every time you come around

You make me, so crazy

It's crazy, oh baby

And I don't ever wanna be with no one else

You're the only one that ever made me melt

You're special, boy it's your, your style

We so in love

Kieran’s heart was galloping so fast it could outmatch any stallion in their prime. He could actually feel the depths of your unspoken love and affection towards him from the song, from your voice alone, despite the still-lacking quality of the product. But god damn…

If this was the aftereffect of being serenaded by you, in all of your glorious words about how you feel towards him, Kieran didn’t think he could survive another, should you make another song for him.

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americasass91 · 2 years

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Not Enough

Hello, lovelies! I know it’s been a long while! Sorry about that. I guess I haven’t really felt inspired lately. I know that’s kind of a shit excuse but it’s true.

That all changed today when I heard this song for the first time. It’s called “Flowers” by Lauren Spencer-Smith. I highly recommend you play it on repeat as you read this. That’s what I did the whole time I was writing! I don’t know what it is about this song but I just needed to write something with it.

Here’s a link to the song in case you want to listen! Flowers

And yes, I’m aware this fic is kind of similar to my other Ransom one Last Kiss but I feel like this Ransom is way worse than that one.

Anyways! If you read, I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: The parts in italics is the song! And it does not belong to me.

Words: 4.2k

Ratings: Explicit

Warnings: smut(duh, it’s me), AssholeRansom, cheating, manipulation, language, DubCon(putting this just to be safe. Not necessarily dubcon, but just in case), toxic relationship, please let me know if I miss anything!

🎼Took me over to your house to meet your family

Introduce me to them, saying that you’d marry me

Then you’d look me in the eye and say it’s just a joke

Then you’d kiss me and I’d smile, did you even know?

When you’d say that kinda thing I’d be excited

Got me hoping maybe one day you would mean it

Always thought I’d only make a fool of someone else

Now you’ve only gone and made me make one of myself🎼

You nervously pick at the sleeves of your sweater as you look out the passenger side window. You look over at your boyfriend of 6 months and notice how calm he seems.

“Ran, are you sure they won’t mind that I'm coming along?”

He barely glances over at you and smirks. “I don’t really care if they do or not. I want you there. Besides, I asked Harlan and he said he didn’t mind.”

You try to contain the smile on your face at that. “Just making sure. I mean it is Thanksgiving dinner after all.” This would be the first Thanksgiving you’d be missing with your family. They weren’t too excited you’d be missing it to be with Ransom. They weren’t his biggest fans. They said he was a manipulative asshole. But you knew they just didn’t know the him that you did.

Ransom pulls up to the mansion and parks right in front. You get out of the car and get immediately bombarded by 2 very excited German Shepherds. You instantly smile and start giving them all the pets you could. “Well, hello! How are you guys?” You asked them in your dog voice.

Ransom came around the car to you. He started pushing the dogs away from you. “Get the fuck away from her! Go on! Get!” He turns to look at you. “Sorry about that. You okay?”

You stare at him in confusion. “I was completely fine. They were just excited to meet someone new.”

Ransom grabbed your hand and started walking in the direction of the front door. “Well, I think they’re disgusting. I hate dogs.”

You didn’t have any more time to think of that comment when the front door opened to reveal a woman you recognized as Ransom’s mom. After all, her face was on all the bus benches in town.

“Well, Ransom. Nice of you to finally show up. And I see you did bring your friend.”

You look over at Ransom in time to see him roll his eyes and continue past his mother. You throw a smile her way as you’re tugged past her.

Ransom continues walking down the hallway until he comes to what must be the living room where the rest of his family is located. Everybody stops talking and turns to look at you both. More specifically, at you.

“Ransom, I thought we told you not to bring any more hookers here.” Your mouth dropped open in shock at the rude comment coming from the man standing in the corner with a cane.

His mother reappears next to you. “Walt, that wasn’t nice. This is Ransom’s flavor of the month.” She turns her head and gives you an uncomfortable once over. “Harper, right?”

You’re about to correct her when Ransom wraps his arm around your shoulder and quiets you. “Her name happens to be, Y/N. And I expect everyone in this room to be nice to her because she just so happens to be the girl I'm going to marry.”

Your head snaps in his direction, eyes full of hope. You can feel the butterflies erupting in your stomach. Marry? Did he say Marry?

The next thing you know, the whole room bursts into loud laughter, Ransom included.

He turns and gives you a kiss on the temple. “Sorry babe, long running joke around here. They all know I’ll never actually get married.” He then whispers in your ear, “Why ruin what we have with a piece of paper that means shit?”

You have so many emotions running through you that you’re not quite sure how to feel. You push down the tears that want to fall and kiss him on the cheek. “Can you get me something to drink, please?”

He nods and looks around and starts snapping his fingers. “Marta! Marta!”

A pissed off looking young woman who you would guess is from Brazil appears beside you. “What do you need, Hugh?”

He quickly orders an old fashioned from her before excusing himself to go find Harlan. She looks over at you expectantly. “Oh! I’ll just take whatever wine you’re serving. I’m not picky. Do you need any help?”

She looks taken aback at your offer of help but gives you a small smile. “That’s kind of you, but I can handle 2 drinks. I’ll be right back.”

Ransom’s mother walks over to you. “So, what are your intentions with my son?”

You couldn’t help but stutter. She was, after all, a self made millionaire. And Ransom’s mom. You wanted to impress her.

You get ready to answer, when you’re again interrupted by Ransom. “To keep my dick wet, obviously.”

She scoffs and stomps off. You turn and smack his shoulder. “That was rude, Ransom! I don’t mind answering her questions.”

He rolls his eyes and knocks the rest of his drinks back. “And I told you earlier I don’t give a fuck about them or their opinions.”

🎼Taking a look back, this should’ve been a big red flag.

I guess that flowers aren’t just used for big apologies

I guess I should’ve been more conscious how you spoke to me

‘Cause when we’d fight, you’d give me space and not communicate

And for a while I thought that’s what I should appreciate

Maybe I was holding onto what I thought you were

But when you think too hard, eventually it starts to hurt

The version of you in my head, now I know wasn’t true

Young people fall for the wrong people, guess my one was you🎼

3 months after meeting his family you find yourself pacing the floor of Ransom’s kitchen with tears streaming down your face. You had just gotten into yet another fight with him. This time about him coming with you to your sister’s wedding. Apparently weddings weren’t his scene.

You went to everything he wanted you to go to. You really didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal. He told you what you asked for was unreasonable and that if you really loved him, you wouldn’t make him go.

That was 3 hours ago now. When you fought, he tended to leave in the middle of it to ‘give you space to calm down.’

You continued your pacing until your eyes fell upon the vase of almost dead roses sitting on the island. You smiled at them. While roses weren’t your favorite, Ransom made sure to get you fresh ones every week. Even when he was out of town doing something for Harlan.

You snap out of your thoughts as you hear the front door open and shut. You quickly look up to see Ransom approaching with a fresh bouquet of roses.

You both stare at each other and he sets the flowers down on the counter and pulls you in for a hug. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I love you. I just hate weddings.”

He wipes away the tears still on your cheeks. “It’s okay, Ran. Can we at least talk about it?”

Instead of responding, he pulls you in for a kiss. It starts out innocent but quickly turns heated. He pulls your hips into his and makes you feel the obvious erection he has. He pushes you until your ass hits the island. He has his hands up your shirt, attempting to unhook your bra and has started kissing down your neck.

You try to push his shoulders. “Ran, please. I want to talk about it.”

He moves his kisses up your neck until he’s at your ear. He whispers, “But I need you right now, sweetheart. Isn’t that more important? If you really loved me, you’d give me what I want. Then we’ll talk about it later. I promise.”

You only caught about half of what he was saying because he had started rubbing your cunt through your leggings, making you whine out please.

He smirked and turned you around, bending you over the island. He makes quick work of your leggings and his jeans. And before you know it, he has plunged his cock into you in one thrust. You let out a whine that turns into a moan when he starts circling your clit with the middle finger on his left hand while starting at a bruising pace.

“Fuck, Ran. Slow down, please.”

He pulls you up until your back is flushed with his front. He snarls in your ear. “Am I not making you feel good? Do I not always make sure you get off?”

You nod quickly. “Yes, always.”

He presses a kiss to the side of your neck before pushing your front back down onto the island. “Then why don’t you be a good fucking girl, and shut up and take what I give you.”

Even as he’s speaking, you can feel him slow down a little. Not as much as you were hoping, but better than nothing.

With the angle he was able to hit your g spot with every thrust. You knew you’d cum soon. Ransom always had you coming hard and fast. That was always the sex between the 2 of you. Hard and fast.

He leans down and presses a kiss against your spine. “Come on, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock. Make me feel good.”

It only takes a couple more thrusts and swirl of his fingers against your clit before you’re doing as he said and cumming on his cock.

“Goddam baby! Fuck yeah! Cum on that fat cock!”

Ransom stops rubbing your clit and places both hands on your hips to pick up his pace. It only takes him a couple more thrusts before he’s spilling into you. He leans his hands on the counter on either side of you and waits until his breathing slows before he pulls out of you. He smacks your ass. “Let me get you a paper towel, babe. Hold on.”

He goes over to the sink and grabs a paper towel off the roll and comes back to you and half heartedly cleans you up. He pulls your leggings back up and spins you around to place a kiss on your lips. “I love you, Y/N. You know that, right?”

You look down towards the ground and nod. He places his right hand under your chin and lifts your face back to his. “When’s your sister’s wedding?”

You blink a few times, trying to sort out your feelings. “March 20th.”

He pulls out his phone and brings up his calendar. “Looks like I won’t be in town that weekend. So see? I won’t be able to go with you even if I wanted to. Now that that’s settled, why don’t you start on dinner?”

He doesn’t even wait for you to respond before he turns and heads out of the kitchen. You stand there and try to figure out how you feel about everything that just happened. Even though this fight didn’t end any differently than any others that you’d had, you felt different this time.

You turn towards the island and your eyes land on the fresh bouquet he’s brought you. Something that usually brings you joy and butterflies now only brings tears to your eyes.

🎼I was getting any flight so we could make it work

You’d ignore me, could have told me you were seeing her

Kinda hate myself for justifying your mistakes

Took a minute but I learned that shit the hard way

Who are you to tell me I can’t be heartbroken?

Babe, you had the chance, the door for you was open

If It’s what you need to tell yourself to sleep at night

Pretend I haven’t found a man who finally treats me right

I guess that flowers aren’t just used for big apologies

I guess I should’ve been more conscious how you spoke to me

‘Cause when we’d fight, you’d give me space and not communicate

And for a while I thought that’s what I should appreciate

Maybe I was holding onto what I thought you were

But when you think too hard, eventually it starts to hurt

The version of you in my head, now I know wasn’t true

Young people fall for the wrong people, guess my one was you🎼

It was your one year anniversary and what were you doing? Spending it alone.

Ransom had to go to London at the last minute for Harlan. Something about research for his current book.

You were having a small pity party for yourself in your apartment when your best friend called.

“Y/N you need to stop wallowing in self pity and do something about it.”

You roll your eyes. “Like what? Fly to London and surprise him?”

“Why not?”

You stopped digging through your freezer for the ice cream. “You aren’t serious?”

“Again, why not? You just started summer vacation, so you have the time off. It’d be so romantic! You could spend your first anniversary in London!”

“Why are you even suggesting this? You don’t even like Ransom.”

She scoffs. “It’s not that I don’t like him. I just think he’s kind of full of himself. But you’re a smart woman. And I know you wouldn’t be with him unless he was more than that. I trust you.”

You feel your heart sink in your chest at that. You haven’t been completely honest with her about everything. You haven’t told her about every fight. Probably because you don’t want to think about it yourself. Everytime you start thinking about one, you just shut it down and repeat ‘but he loves me’ to yourself until you find your smile again.

“So, how much do you think flights are?”

In just about 12 hours, you’re sitting in the airport waiting to board the plane. You try to call Ransom for the 3rd time but get his voicemail again. So you opt to send him yet another text.

Hey, babe. Just wanted to hear your voice. Wish we could be together this weekend. I miss and love you.

They finally call your section and you get up to get in line. You’re almost to the front of the line when your phone vibrates, signaling a text. You quickly hand over your ticket and make your way down the ramp and onto the plane.

Your seat is easy to spot. You put your carryon into the overhead bin and get comfortable in your seat before pulling out your phone to read your text.

Miss you too, baby. Wish you were here as well. Naked. Underneath me. But I know you’re probably sleeping by now. Get some rest. Luv u 2.

He misses you! Maybe this was a good idea after all.

You sleep for most of the 6 and a half hour flight. It was a night flight after all. You wanted to make sure you were rested since you figured Ransom would want sex as soon as he saw you.

You grab your carryon and head off the plane and into the busy airport. You only had the carryon so you were able to skip baggage claim and head right for the taxis. You quickly flag one down and give him Ransom’s address. Of course he had an apartment here he rented.

You shoot a text to your best friend to let her know you made it safely. You put your phone back in your purse and turn to look out into the beauty that is London. You’d never been before. Hopefully you can talk Ransom into taking you sightseeing.

About 10 minutes later, the taxi pulls up into the front of what looks like an expensive apartment building. You aren’t surprised.

You tip the cabbie and make your way inside, heading for the elevator. Ransom’s apartment was on the top floor. Because of course it was.

You could feel the butterflies rise in your stomach with every floor you went up. You were nervous. A good nervous though. An excited one.

Once you reach the top floor the elevator doors open to reveal a short hallway leading to a single door.

You quickly swallow your nerves and knock.

Looking back at it now, you really shouldn’t have been so surprised.

The door opens and instead of seeing Ransom, a half naked blonde looks back at you.

“Can I help you?”

You’re about to speak when you hear Ransom in the background. “Babe, who is it? If it’s the food, the money is right there on the table. Hurry up and get your ass back to bed.”

You couldn’t help it. You lost it. You yell, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

You hear hastening footsteps on a hardwood floor. “Y/N?” And there he appears next to the woman you’ve named the whore. He’s in a pair of boxer briefs and nothing else. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d surprise you and fly out so we could spend our anniversary together. But I can see you are already celebrating.”

You turn around to leave but he leans forward and grabs your arm. You turn around and tear away from his touch. “Don’t fucking touch me Ransom.”

He has the audacity to look confused. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I thought you came to see me?”

He must have lost his fucking mind. “What the fuck is wrong with me? Hmm, gee Ransom. Maybe it has something to do with the half naked whore in your apartment.”

The whore, who is still standing by the door, goes to open her mouth in what you’re guessing is to defend herself. You hold up a hand to her. “I don’t want to hear a fucking word from you! Did you know he had a girlfriend?” She nods her head. “Then you’re a whore.”

You turn back to Ransom. He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks at you. “I don’t really understand why you’re so upset. It’s not what it looks-“

Before you even know what happens, you smack him hard across the face. “I swear to God if you say this isn’t what it looks like. It looks like you’re cheating on me Ransom.”

He grabs the left side of his face that now has your handprint across it. “Yeah and what exactly are you so upset about? I never said that we were exclusive. You apparently just assumed that yourself. It’s not like I love her or anything. I love you.”

You must be losing it because you can’t help but let out a laugh. Ransom looks confused and afraid. “OH. We weren’t exclusive? I’m sorry, I must have gotten the wrong idea the day you told me you loved me. Or maybe it was the day you took me to meet your parents. Oh! No, wait! It must’ve actually been the day you gave me a key to your house.”

Ransom put his hands on his hips. “What do you expect from me, Y/N? I come from a broken marriage. It’s not like I had the best role models growing up.” He takes a step towards you with a soft look in his eyes. You allow him to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and cup your face. “I don’t know how relationships work. I’m doing the best that I can. I love you. Isn’t that enough?”

You don’t even think twice about your answer. “No.”

His grip on your face tightens just a little. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

You step away from his hold and start walking backwards toward the elevators. “No, Ransom. It’s not enough. Not anymore. I used to tell myself it was after every stupid fucking fight. Or even that time you shoved me against the wall. But I know now that it’s not enough. Because you don’t really love me. How could you? People who love each other don’t treat them the way you treat me.”

He looks angry now. “I treat you badly? Are you kidding me, Y/N?? I get you roses every fucking week out of the kindness of my heart! I buy you all the clothes and purses and shoes you could want! I always make sure you have an orgasm everytime we fuck! And you’re saying I treat you badly?”

“Yes, Ransom! You treat me like shit! I never asked you for any of those things! All I wanted was to love you and be loved in return! This isn’t love, Ransom! This is toxic.”

He throws his hands up. “Fine! Then I want all the shit back that I bought you! Before I get back!”

You copied his hand movements. “Fine! I wasn’t going to keep them anyways!”

You turn to press the button to take you out of this hell. But then you hear his voice again.

“You’re never going to find better than me. Someone who puts up with your pathetic shit. And all your fucking whining. I mean you weren’t even good enough for me but I felt sorry for you. Could tell the fat girl sitting at the bar got stood up that night. Figured I’d be nice and take you home. But then you fucked good enough that I wanted more. I never agreed to a relationship. This isn’t my fault.”

The doors to the elevator finally open. You press the button for the lobby before you turn to face him. A tear escapes your eye as you look at him one last time. “You’re right, Ransom. How dare I assume I was good enough for you.”

With that the elevator doors close.

🎼If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s you should watch yourself

If it’s hurting you, then leave and go and get some help🎼

You wake up with a jolt. Your heart is beating so fast. It’s been a long time since you’ve dreamt about Ransom. You sit up and put your hand to your chest and take some deep breaths to calm down.

You must’ve woken up your husband. “Honey? Are you alright?” He sits up and starts rubbing your back.

“Yeah, just a nightmare. I’ll be okay.”

He nods and pulls you to lay back down with him, hand still rubbing your back. “What was your nightmare about?”

You were a little embarrassed to tell your husband. Especially since it’s been 4 years since you last saw Ransom.

He can tell you’re hesitant. “You don’t have to tell me, honey. Just thought I might be able to help.”

You shake your head and look up at him. “It was about Ransom.”

He furrows his brows. “Your piece of shit ex?”

You nod. “That’d be the one.”

“What made you dream about him? Did you see him recently or something?”

You shook your head again. “No. I haven’t seen him since that last day in London.”

He leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead. “Still can’t believe all the shit he put you through. Want me to kick his ass for you, honey?”

You giggle and tilt your head back so your lips could meet his. “No, I don’t think that will be necessary.”

He pulls away and looks down at you seriously again. “You know if you need to start talking to Dr. Boardman again, I'm sure he’d take you back.”

You settle your head against his chest and squeeze him as tight as you can with your left arm. “That’s okay. I don’t need therapy anymore. Really. I’m in such a better place.” You look back up at him. “And a large part is because of you.”

His ears turn red. “I didn’t do anything, honey. You healed all by yourself.”

“That’s not entirely true. You showed me what real love is like. You showed me that I did deserve more. That I am enough.”

He pulls you up so that he can press a searing kiss to your lips. After a few seconds he pulls away and makes you look at him. “You will ALWAYS be enough for me. And you deserve the world, honey. NEVER doubt that. And loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

You can’t help the stupid smile that stretches across your face. You lean down to press another quick kiss to his lips before resuming your position with your head on his chest. “I love you, my adorably goofy husband.”

You feel him squeeze you for a minute. “I love you too, Mrs Barber.”

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tomlhardy · 10 months

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He was the only American on the set of Blackberry, which filmed in Ontario, where the company was founded. “It was almost funny how well he fit in just in terms of his nature, and all around politeness,” Johnson says. “He's the exact opposite of what people expect. He's this cultured, incredibly polite gentleman who was clearly raised extremely well. He gives grace to everybody he meets. And man, oh man, did I ever appreciate that.”

Really, everyone I spoke to raved about Howerton’s niceness. It’s still a rarity in Hollywood. Even after our big cultural reckoning, a lot of people continue to think acting like an absolute frothing asshole is the best conduit for artistic genius. “He’s just so special,” says Kaitlin Olson, who plays his twin sister Dee on Always Sunny. “I mean, he listens. He’s thoughtful. I think he gets more joy when I make him laugh than vice versa.” She emphasizes that last attribute in a tone like, Can you even imagine? A man! In comedy! Not constantly trying to be the funniest person in the room!

It's Always Sunny in Glenn Howerton's Brain by Lauren Bans for QG Magazine

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bardcore-jaskier · 1 year

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♡ Jaskier rant/vent ♡

Hiya, here is a long ass rant/vent about my Netflix Witcher frustrations with how the show-runners are treating Jaskier's character. Because even though I love the books and games, I couldn't give a rat's ass about the changes Lauren made to the witcher plot. Because if it were to be adapted into a show following the source material word for word, page for page, it wouldn't be worth watching because I already know the damn story. It's refreshing to see these changes, new ideas etc. But ofc, I do still have a bone to pick with them.

The venting part:

Ok, so you know how in my bio it says that this is a Jaskier centric blog and that Jaskier deserves to be loved? Yeah, that's because I'm salty AF, the saltiest motherfucker on Earth right now. Because the way Netflix or...mostly Lauren treat Jaskier as a character on this show is atrocious! A beloved fan favorite they intend to milk but know not how, using him instead as nothing other than comedic relief and the occasional tool to move the plot in a certain direction.

They're stingy with his character development, with his screen time, with complexity. When we see him in pain it is later dismissed, as if it never happened. Where are his bruises and burns from Rience's torture? He was bleeding from his mouth, he had probably taken a few punches to his face. And Rience held his flame to Jaskier's fingers for at least five seconds, the heat of which compares to a lit match, nobody could walk away from something like that without second degree burns that would take many weeks to heal. And in Jaskier's case? Walking around with an exposed wound like that, touching things all the time, crawling across a dirty floor under the table when the witchers were fighting Voleth Mier? He realistically should have had a serious infection by now.

Also, tell me I am not the only one who noticed this, and I ask myself this quite often: Why OH WHY does it seem like the ONLY people who enjoy Jaskier's company, his presence, him in general, are the audiences he performs for and the elves? Everybody else seems to either shit on him the moment they see him or keep him around because he's loyal and amusing.

Idk about you, but I don't take kindly to the fact that the only character to treat Jaskier with respect and dignity in season 2 was Yennefer. Although THANK FUCK for Yennefer, I fucking LOVE her so much! But yeah.....

Like sure thing, Geralt evidently trusts Jaskier a lot, he is obviously fond of him, but to be honest I haven't seen enough of that fondness on screen to get the impression that their friendship is just like their bromance in the books. In season 1 they only show us scenes of Geralt barely putting up with Jaskier, ignoring him, insulting his singing (which is basically Jaskier's core, his life, his everything, it's what he lives and breathes for), barely admitting to their friendship out loud and then blaming Jaskier for everything that went wrong in his life! Like dude, I know Jaskier isn't exactly a pure and innocent cinnamon roll, I'm aware that he is a slutty little trouble magnet who can sometimes talk too much, but he is also a good friend! Even with whatever little screen time he gets, he is every inch the good friend that Dandelion is in the books!

In season 1 it's very clear that he cares, he asked Geralt if he's ok, he said "Talk to me", he tried to help Geralt deal with Borch's fake death, he offered Geralt an opportunity to go on a vacation, because he gives a fucking damn about him. Even in Cintra, when he asked Geralt for a favor, aka guard him, he made a comment about rubbing chamomile on his body, aka most likely massaging Geralt's sore arse muscles after a hunt.

But Geralt? Just the bare fucking minimum, saving Jaskier's life a few times, a few fond smiles here and there, otherwise looking rather uninterested in Jaskier's life. A brick wall that barely says anything nice to him. Or well, looks like talking to him in general is a chore.

And season 2? Whoooo boy! Jaskier still cares! Though he has to pry basic human decency out of Geralt in that jail cell at Oxenfurt:

- "We don't have time, we need to go"

- "Are you sure? Because the last time we saw eachother, you basically told me to fuck off, remember? And you left me on a mountain!"

- "Jaskier.."

- "Don't fucking Jaskier me, I'm talking to you, this is how this works!"

Jaskier still makes do with Geralt's pathetic arse "I need your help" and leaves EVERYTHING in his life behind to be there for Geralt. He left his Sandpiper smuggling business, he didn't even get to pack a bag, trailing after Geralt like a loyal dog, still wearing the shirt he was tortured in, with his dried blood on it, because Geralt needed his friend.

Thankfully Geralt seems to be doing better by Jaskier in the second season, but not nearly enough to be enough! I mean, Geralt came for Jaskier only when he needed something from him, didn't apologize to him until Jaskier hinted at the problem (Via discussing Yennefer's betrayal, she's been pushed into a corner, she's desperate, it's why people do stupid things and SAY stupid things). And Geralt's apology was shit, because he didn't offer it until Jaskier had accidentally guilt tripped him into it. And Jaskier? Yeah, no, he might have forgiven his friend for the Mountain, but he is still human, he's still got feelings and knew he deserved an apology. However, right there and then it clearly wasn't the right time, whatnot with Geralt's apology being too simple and nonchalant, not nearly serious and earnest enough to undo the hurt that had given birth to Burn Butcher Burn. Not to mention the dwarves being within earshot and the dangerous mission ahead. Which is why I understand why Jaskier brushed off Geralt's pathetic attempt at making amends with a joke.

When I was watching the Rare Species episode of season 1, the expression on Jaskier's face after getting shouted at by his best friend honestly broke my fucking heart. So when season 2 aired, I started binging it with high hopes of getting to see Geralt apologizing, them becoming friends again, Geralt being a better friend to Jaskier while also being badass as shit with his child surprise, battling monsters etc. But I did not expect it to fall so flat and I did not expect for LITERALLY EVERYONE to treat Jaskier like absolute dog shit. INCLUDING THE SHOW RUNNERS!

Geralt was basically using Jaskier for his loyalty, the dwarves found Jaskier's presence as the most annoying thing ever, Ciri literally fucking ignored him in all of their scenes together, the show-runners fucking forgot that Jaskier was tortured and filmed every scene with Joey in it as if Rience never happened, then for some dumb reason Lambert fucking had to be more of a prick than necessary, effectively alienating Jaskier with one single word, when that man had done nothing to deserve it!

FUCK!!!

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NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch: “Flesh & Blood”

The basics: Investigate a Navy wife fleeing the scene of her husband’s murder.

Written by: Chad Mazero co-wrote “Internal Affairs”, “Revenge Deferred”, “Where Everybody Knows Your Name”, “The Noble Maidens” and “Pandora’s Box”. Wrote “Tidings We Bring”, “Can I Get a Witness”, “All Is Bright”, “Diamond in the Rough”, “High Society”, “Murder of Crows”, "Overdue" and "Sorry for Your Loss".

Directed by: Daniela Ruah directed “Russia, Russia, Russia”, “Lost Sailor Down”, “Pandora’s Box” (co-written by Chad Mazero) and “Live Free or Die Standing”.

Guest stars of note: Pamela Reed returns from season 11’s “High Society” as Roberta Deeks, Bar Paly returns from “Of Value” as Anastasia “Anna” Kolcheck, Natalia Del Riego is back from “Game of Drones” as Rosa Reyes, Kavi Ramachandran Ladnier is back from the previous episode “Dead Stick” as NCIS Reserve Agent Shyla Dahr, Marnee Carpenter as Alice Morgan, Lauren "Lolo" Spencer as Ella and Rif Hutton as Navy Commander Albert Burns

Our heroes: Work with an abused wife to find some explosives while working through some home issues.

What important things did we learn about:

Callen: Waiting for Hetty to get married. Sam: Worried that Callen is avoiding getting married. Kensi: Feels like she’s not prepared for motherhood. Deeks: Bad baseball game in June of 1990. Fatima: Absent. Rountree: Looking to put his Beale bucks to good use. Kilbride: Not pleased with Deeks’s attitude about the Navy spousal abuse response.

What not so important things did we learn about:

Callen: Orphan. Sam: Once again looking for a caretaker for Raymond. Kensi: Hanging with Bertie, buying cleats with Rosa at the mall and negotiating teen angst. Deeks: Owes Kensi for hanging with Bertie. Fatima: Not around. Rountree: Called “Shark Tank” by Shyla. Kilbride: Not pleased with the Navy’s spousal abuse response in the cut scenes.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange? Don’t know but Anna wants her found so she can marry Callen.

Who's down with OTP: Anna and Callen are trying to negotiate their way around a wedding date. Kensi and Deeks are trying to negotiate their way around Bertie.

Who's down with BrOTP: With the teams mixing and matching all episode, not a lot of BrOTP time but Shyla worked well with all.

Fashion review: Callen starts the episode in a black running shirt and black shorts. Wears a button down medium blue shirt for the rest of the episode. Sam has a wine colored long-sleeve tee-shirt. Kensi is in a white tee-shirt with thin blue stripes. Cornflower blue long-sleeve tee for Deeks. Rountree is wearing a light brown long-sleeve tee. Kilbride is in his civilian uniform with a medium blue three-piece suit, pale blue dress-shirt, blue tie.

Music: Not today.

Any notable cut scene: Finally! As Rountree is packing up for the day, Shyla asks him if he wants to go out for some tacos. He can’t – he’s meeting with his friend David Packer about his investment money. Shyla asks him not to. Understanding that she may be overstepping, she knows Rountree has a real fire inside after what happened with Jordyn and the LAPD. The person Rountree needs to invest in is himself.

As they leave, Sam is find a caretaker for his Dad. The Admiral says that gets Sam a good night’s sleep. The Admiral also thinks Alice Morgan deserved better. The Admiral thinks maybe they should blow up the whole damn book on abuse cases. Then promises to if Sam tells anyone he said that, the Admiral would make sure Sam didn’t get a good night’s sleep ever again.

Quote: Deeks: So it's, uh... June 30, 1990. And my mom decides she wants to take me to watch the Dodgers play the Cardinals. And I will never forget that day.” Alice: “I don't care about sports.” Deeks: “That's funny, 'cause I don't care about sports either. No, the reason I remember it is because it was so hot. Like, L.A. had been coming off this massive heat wave and I can still see the ice cream cone melting as it's being passed down the row.” Alice: “Now you want to talk about weather?” Deeks: “Actually, I do, because...that is the other thing that I can still see from that day, is my mom. And she's sitting next to me in this 90-degree heat, except for the fact that she is wearing...she's wearing jeans and a long-sleeve turtleneck. And she was covered up like that the whole entire summer. Not that it matters, because she couldn't cover the bruises on her face.” Alice: “Did he spare you, at least?” Deeks: “No. I mean, but I was a kid, right? Kids are supposed to have bruises. I'd just tell the teachers that, um...I got another fight in the playground. What do you tell people?” Alice: “I don't have anyone left to tell. He made me push everyone away.” Deeks: “Yeah, they do that.”

Runner up: Rountree: “Was all that true? About your dad?” Deeks: “Every word of it.”

Anything else: At night in a suburban neighborhood, a woman is frantically packing her things. She gets a phone call from her father and tries to blow him off. Seeing her in a mirror, her clothes are covered with blood. Her father is recommending a Tom Hanks movie as she is trying to get him off the phone. She tells her father she loves him as she tries to leave the house. A man’s dead body is making it hard to open the door. But she succeeds.

Callen arrives home with two smoothies. He’s worn out which surprises Anna. She ran for six-miles, he “bailed” after two. Since the bagel place didn’t have bagels, he brought smoothies. Anna wanted bagels before her job interview that day. She also wants to pick a wedding date. Every time of the year Anna mentions, Callen has a reason not to get married at that time. She offers him an out when it comes to getting married. He wants to get married, Callen assures her, just find the right time to do it.

At the Blye-Deeks home, everyone is running around as the day starts. Rosa is missing her backpack. When Kensi tosses it, Deeks walks right into the tossed backpack. Rosa and Deeks review her latest assignment as they hustle to leave. Deeks gets a phone call – it’s Bertie. She’s been on the road for six months of “eat, pray and loving” her way across the country. Deeks thinks this is all TMI. After seeing “Nomadland”, Bertie rented out her apartment so she is going to crash at the Blye-Deeks residence. She needs someone to be there to let her in. Rosa really needs to leave for school so they are going to figure something out.

Walking near the gym, Shyla hears Rountree working out and quoting “300”. He’s working on an ancient martial arts technique to strengthen his grip and arms. When Rountree gets a text, he asks Shyla to look at his phone – they could have a case. Instead, Rountree has a text from “Packer” who is talking about his pants being on fire. Packer is a friend of Rountree’s from Quantico. Packer is starting a clothing line and Rountree is a possible investor. He’s looking to grow some of the money Eric left them all last year. After what happened to Rountree and Jordyn, he's looking to invest that money into a growing business. Shyla would have taken the Eric money and spent some time in Tokyo.

Sam has a call and so does the Admiral. Both are unhappy with their calls. Sam lost another caretaker for Raymond, NCIS is making Kilbride go through another round of approvals for expenses. Cranky men in Ops alert.

The Admiral looks around an empty Ops and wonders where is everyone. On the screen is the dead man blocking the door from the opening scenes. He is Lt. Jeff Morgan, an intelligence officer working out of a DoD Task Force. Morgan was stabbed several times. There are real concerns because Morgan was part of a team developing software to integrate intelligence gathered by all branches of the armed services. If an outsider or foreign government got access to that software, they’d have access all U.S. military intelligence. Sam asks if there are any suspects – China, Russia, Iran or Alice Morgan, Jeff’s wife. She’s was seen leaving the house at the estimated time of death.

In the office driveway, Kensi and Deeks are arguing about who is going to help Bertie unpack. Deeks is owed a favor by Kensi and he’s calling it in. She’s not interested in helping unpack all of Mama Deeks’s Michael Bublé fannish things. Besides, Deeks should help his mother. Callen arrives but isn’t interested in hearing any of this – he’s an orphan. Deeks says that funny, Callen doesn’t agree.

Sam joins the trio, the most we’ve seen of this foursome together in a while. He's been working since 8AM and everyone else just arrived. Callen and Sam are off to the boatshed to meet with Morgan’s CO, Sam would like Kensi and Deeks to join Rountree at the crime scene. Sighing Kensi mentions she has some accrued leave Kilbride wants her to take so she’ll help Roberta, get Rosa from school and Rosa can meet Bertie. Deeks tells Kensi he owes her.

At the house Morgan household, Rountree found a locked laptop – Shyla is getting a warrant to get in. Deeks is looking through some magazines while Rountree picks up the Morgans’s mail. One magazine has expensive furniture. Speaking of money, LAPD found a Rolex on Morgan’s wrist and a Lexus in the garage – this wasn’t a robbery gone bad. Rountree is confused – a junior officer like Morgan doesn’t make Rolex money.

Deeks flips through Morgan’s credit card bills – they are big. Since Alice Morgan didn’t have a job, the only way they could afford their lifestyle was if Jeff Morgan was selling military secrets. Deeks sees that the credit card bills include electronic toll charges – an EZ Pass. They can find Alice Morgan’s location that way.

In the boat shed, Morgan’s CO, Commander Burns, is not thrilled to be there. There are cellphones for meetings like this. He should be in his office dealing with the fallout from the tragedy of Morgan being killed and not sitting in the boatshed – a “Bubba Gump’s”.

Sam asks about the software. According to Burns, it tracks everything from emails between intelligence offices to weapons and ordnance use and supplies. Morgan was doing data analytics for the team but a month ago, he started visiting weapon manufacturers to make sure their software would work the with military’s new software. Burns really didn’t have much of an opinion of Morgan except he was a good kid. With hundreds of men under his command, he really didn’t know much about him. He remembers Alice Morgan was quiet and unfriendly. Burns is done with Callen and Sam. He’ll answer any other questions by phone – he has work to do. Callen and Sam want to check into Morgan’s travel vouchers to see where he went and who he saw.

In Ops, Shyla was able to get into the locked laptop but most accounts were logged out. She was able to get into Alice Morgan’s text messages – the laptop and Alice’s phones were synced up. There was a confirmation code for a company called Home Connection – discrete vacation rentals. Shyla finds Alice Morgan booked a home on Larchmont an hour after she was seen leaving her home the night before.

In Larchmont, Rountree is really impressed with the area. Good investments homes, water views – Rountree is talking about investments when Deeks says “Alice Morgan” who he sees leaving the rental house. Rountree says “Alice Morgan” which has the same effect of yelling “federal agents” since Alice starts to run. After she throws a branch cutter at Deeks, Rountree gets her to stop as she’s climbing a fence. She is armed but surrenders.

In interrogation, Deeks is on the right side of the table while Rountree is in the corner. Deeks is rattling on about the “Chose Your Adventures” books when Rountree says they have witnesses who saw her flee the scene of a murder. Rountree and Deeks can sit with Alice in interrogation all day or they can help her. Alice wonders where they were six months ago when she asked for help. Deeks wants to know what happened six months ago. Alice says she talked and talked and talked and nobody wanted to help. She moves in her chair, making sure her jacket and long sleeves cover her arms. An obviously bothered Deeks wants to take a break. He’s getting everyone coffee.

Callen and Sam return to the office. Cheryl, Raymond’s latest caretaker who is very into birds according to Callen, quit when Raymond started talking about war pigeons. Mentioning that Raymond’s previous caretaker quit when he wouldn’t ride in her Mazda – Raymond likes American-made cars – Callen thinks Sam is avoiding the real issue. Sam loves this conversation because Callen is all about avoiding issues…like his wedding date. Sam is sure Anna will understand whatever is holding Callen back. The Admiral walks by – everyone to Ops.

Shyla tells an arriving Callen and Sam that Alice Morgan isn’t talking. Commander Burns sent over Morgan’s travel vouchers. Comparing the travel vouchers to Morgan’s EZ-Pass charges, “something is rotten in Denmark” according to Shyla. Morgan visited a number of companies that made high-grade military explosives. After every meeting, he would go someplace 20-miles past his home. Using Kaleidoscope, Morgan is seen driving into a storage facility in El Monte two-days before he was killed. Sam gets a call from the caretaker agency. He’s taking it outside of Ops.

Deeks returns alone to interrogation with a cup of coffee for Alice. He explains it is June 30, 1990 and his mother takes him to a Cardinals-Dodgers game. He remembers that day. Alice doesn’t care about sports. Deeks doesn’t either but he will always remember that day. It was so hot. Ice cream cones were melts as they were being passed down the row. Alice doesn’t want to talk about the weather either. Deeks does. Because all he really remembers from that day – his mother wearing jeans and a long-sleeve turtleneck. Not that it really mattered – she couldn’t cover the bruises on her face. She wore clothes like that for the entire summer.

Alice asks if “he” spared Deeks. Deeks says no but kids are supposed to have bruises. He would tell the teachers he was fighting in the playground. “What do you tell people?” Alice said she had nobody to tell. Her husband made her push everyone away. Deeks asks how long has the abuse been going on. Physically, Alice tells him, three-years. “Mentally, who knows.” She doesn’t have access to their bank account. Morgan controlled every part of her life.

Deeks asks if a few months ago, she told the Navy. There was a military hotline and she called. She didn’t hear back. She filed a report with the family advocacy center who told her they’d look into it. Deeks has to asks and understands if she did – did Alice kill her husband? She didn’t – she found him dead when she arrived home. What surprised Alice was even after everything he did, she tried to save him. It doesn’t surprise Deeks.

Deeks asks why did she run. Alice explains that her husband was a valuable asset to the military, “I’m not.” She was afraid her reports would be used as motive. She asks for a few minutes and Deeks agrees. As he’s leaving, she mentions that her husband would smell like motor oil after he returns from his business trips.

At home, Bertie is telling Rosa about skinny dipping at a Ramada Inn off the Strip in Vegas. Kensi isn’t thrilled. Rosa is really entertained. She would like to see Adele in Las Vegas, a friend has a condo and the family would let her use it. The friend, Tay, is from her calculus class and Bertie is down on calculus. With a disastrous marriage, three dead-end jobs and a brush with a pyramid scheme, she never used the Pythagorean theorem. That’s really geometry, Kensi notes but Rosa is in love. Bertie is the coolest. Since Rosa needs to soccer cleats, she asks Kensi to take her and Tay to the mall. Bertie moves on to a story about taking a sound bath behind a DQ in Marfa.

At a storage unit facility, Callen, now teamed up with Shyla, is brought to Jeff Morgan’s storage unit by the manager. The place was cleaned out but still smells like almonds and motor oil – explosives manufacturers put the scent into their product on purpose. Callen finds a small piece of C-4. Shyla doesn’t think Morgan was killed for the software, he was killed after using his access to these explosive manufacturers to procure some product. Callen worries about where the explosives are now.

The woman managing the storage unit place wants all the inside scoop if there is a dead body – she has a true crime podcast. Three men were removing boxes from the back of the storage facility when the woman started her shift. She doesn’t have access to the video surveillance, however, only her boss can do that. Shyla wants the woman to call her boss – they need the footage now. Shyla is also going to contact Commander Burns to figure out what is missing.

In Ops, Kilbride confirms that Alice Morgan contacted the military abuse hotlines to Deeks and Rountree in the boat shed. The people running the hotlines say they take all abuse complaints seriously but there wasn’t enough information to move it to NCIS. The Pentagon invested $1-billion to remedy this situation after past failures. Deeks wonders how much of that money could have been saved if this was a priority from the start. The Admiral is not pleased with Deeks’s statement. He says since Alice didn’t kill her husband, figure out if she knows who did and disconnects.

Looking at Deeks, Rountree asks how much of the story he told Alice was true. “Every word of it,” is Deeks’s reply.

Bertie finished doing laundry though Kensi out of the dryer sheets. Asking for Rosa, Kensi explains that she’s negotiating between Tay and a friend over a disagreement. She also tells Bertie that she doesn’t have to do laundry. Bertie missed doing the laundry. Kensi tries telling her mother-in-law that she and Deeks missed her but Bertie knows better.

Bertie also knows Kensi is feeling a bit overwhelmed by parenthood. Kensi notes that she’s not “technically” Rosa’s parent. Bertie asks Kensi if she loves Rosa and wants to keep her safe. Kensi does on both. Bertie follows up - does Kensi fear she isn’t doing enough even though she’s exhausted from doing too much. “Every single morning.” Bertie doesn’t care about “technically” – Kensi is Rosa’s parent. Kensi spent her entire NCIS career being one step ahead of everyone else. She thought she could do that with being a parent. She couldn’t.

Bertie offers some words of wisdom from her mother about being a parent – it’s like being pecked to death by a chicken. That’s not helpful.

Shyla has news for “Shark Tank” – Rountree. She’s sending video of the three men who took the explosives from the storage unit but the footage is awful. Rountree goes into interrogation to see if Alice knows any of the men. Alice recognizes one of the men – she met him at a wine festival. She remembers the date – it was her birthday. She thought he was doing something nice for her birthday. Obviously not. As Rountree goes to tell Shyla, Alice asks Deeks what happened to his father. Deeks tells her he shot him and two weeks later, he was in jail.

Callen and Shyla return to the office. She gets a call as she returns to Ops, Callen goes to see Sam in the bullpen. They are on a video call with Commander Burns. He assures Callen and Sam that he’s been working with ATF. 15 to 25 pounds of C-4 is missing with a lot of blasting caps and detonation cord. Callen asks abuse complaints about Morgan. Burns did not have enough evidence to move forward. Before Callen and Sam could press him, Shyla needs them in Ops. They quickly end the call but promise to call back.

In Ops, Shyla found Morgan had several bank account Alice Morgan knew nothing about. Several of them received $9,000 deposits in the prior week – a transaction amount just under the amount of money a bank would have to report to Feds. Met World Holdings sent the money. It is owned by an Ivan Parson, who looks like one of the man in grainy video. Met World Holdings is an import/export business – they move fine foods and fine wines. Parson is connected to extremist groups in Ireland, Germany and Indonesia.

The Admiral is looking for a sitrep. Met World Holdings has an unoccupied space in Hollywood. Deeks is getting Alice to a safe house so Callen, Sam and a seven-minutes out Rountree are at the unoccupied space. The Admiral reminds everyone that the job is to get back the explosives without blowing up a city block. The only way LA is going down in flames is if the Admiral has the match.

Callen and Sam move near the building. They can see some shelves of items and a man but he’s not Parsons. Going through the back door, Callen and Sam see Parsons. Sam throws a wine bottle to get one of the men’s attention. Sam quickly takes him out but makes enough noise to get Parsons and a minion to run. Callen tackles the friend but Parsons gets to his vehicle. An arriving Rountree stops him but Parsons throws his bag of explosives in the air and shoots them. That sends Rountree flying but Sam takes down Parsons with ease.

As Parsons is being taken away, Callen tells Sam and Rountree that Morgan wanted to back out of the deal but Parsons already paid for the explosives. Morgan was either scared or greedy. He also wasn’t as tough as he thought he was.

Deeks joins Bertie on the back porch. They share a couple of beers as Bertie asks if he got all the cats out of the trees. Deeks said he did his best. Deeks wants to talk about “Dad”. Bertie isn’t interested in her past. Deeks doesn’t think that’s fair – it is their past. He only wants to know how she made it through. “Vicodin and Sally Jessy Raphael,” is her answer. She doesn’t know.

Bertie explains that Deeks’s father took everything from the two of them, including the person Bertie used to be. But when he was gone, with Deeks’s help, she got that person back. She’s made a lot of mistakes since that in her life but it is her life. Deeks approves.

Kensi and Rosa join Deeks and Bertie on the patio. They’re just back from the mall. Rosa would like to visit San Francisco and Deeks is all in on that. Bertie invites herself – she knows a thruple up in Barstow that can rent then an RV. Deeks is horrified by his mother being in a thruple. Bertie assure him she’s not a part of the thruple, she just knows one.

Anna returns home. She thought they were going to dinner but Callen has a candles and some wine. He also got bagels. He loves Anna and he’d marry her tomorrow. When they get married, he wants to be surrounded by everyone that means everything to them. Arkady and Hetty are part of the package. Anna isn’t happy but Callen explains Hetty has been in his life from the beginning. He can’t get married without her. She has more of the story and he needs her to tell it. If he doesn’t do this, Hetty will always be the other person in the room. He doesn’t need a lot more time but Anna is giving him all the time he needs. She only asks the he tell the truth, even with it is hard, especially when it is hard. He promises he will.

What head canon can be formed from here: While the case of the week wasn’t much, that felt intentional. The guys who stole the explosives were plot points. They weren’t the typical bad guy – they were a bunch of dudes. The hour instead was about family relationships. It started with the Kolcheck-Callen and Blye-Deeks households, moved to Rountree talking about his sister, Sam with his father and then the case of the week.

This was a terrific Deeks episode. Light and goofy dad/husband at home, sad and serious with Alice and later with the Admiral, Rountree and Bertie. There should be a bonus for the person who decided Pamela Reed would work as Deeks’s mom. Just as light and goofy she could be in most of the episode, she was sad and serious near the end. That scene with them alone wasn’t just family, it was two survivors who built themselves the lives they enjoy.

For a program and an NCISVerse that is mostly pro-military, there was a real sense of disgust by Deeks and disappoint/disgust late in the episode by the Admiral over the handling of Alice’s abuse case.

Loved the explosion that sent Rountree flying – that’s the show I know and love.

Episode number: Episode 307 overall, the fifth episode of season 14.

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