#i was so close to replacing the phone with an old camera

[pufffinn]

H11 with Max, Eleven and Lucas I BEG YOU

(just imagine, Lucas said something stupid, so Max wanted to beat his ass <in loving way> and El helped her a little, and then she was like "okay, back to our selfies" aksakda)

LMFAOOO

#stranger things #el #eleven #jane hopper #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #art #fanart #my art #don’t repost #digital art #ask #winterxisxcomingx #art request #cursed images #click on the pic for better quality #i was so close to replacing the phone with an old camera #cause i thought it would be funny #but i was too lazy #id in alt text

[woso-dreamzzz]

Shot Through The Heart II

Alexia Putellas x Archer!Reader

Summary: The story of your love

A camera pans down from the treeline to focus on an unassuming house on an unassuming street in an unassuming part of Barcelona. It zooms in to the front door, swinging open and investigates the hallway - passing by a collection of family photos, a World Cup medal framed along with a bow and arrow mounted above a doorway.

It turns sharply to the left to an open plan lounge that borders a kitchen.

An interviewer is sitting in an armchair facing you and Alexia, snuggled on the sofa.

"You caused quite a stir," The interviewer says," When you both posted on Instagram. I guess my first question is, how did it begin?"

Alexia chuckles. "We shared a garden. It was one of those old gardens where the end of it shared a fence with the neighbour behind you. I kicked my football over it."

"And I shot it, pinned it to the fence and everything."

"I climbed that same fence to get it back. And we just stared at each other. Then, I burst into tears."

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The girl who just climbed over your fence stared at you.

You stared back, brows pulled together in confusion.

Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she pointed an accusing finger at you. "What did you do to my ball?!"

You pointed to where your arrow had pinned it to the fence. "I shot it." You put your hands on your hips. "You shouldn't kick balls over my fence if you don't want them shot!"

The girl burst into tears, sobbing hysterically and you jolted in shock. You glanced back at your house in worry before you frantically unpinned the ball from the fence.

"Sorry! Sorry!" You said, holding the ball out to her," Stop crying! Look! Here! Take your stupid ball!" You threw it at her.

She caught it, turning it over in her hand as it began to very slightly deflate. She pointed at your bow. "What's that?"

"It's my bow," You replied, before puffing out your chest," I'm an archer."

"I'm a footballer."

"Cool."

"You bow's kind of cool too."

"I'm y/n."

"Alexia."

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"So not the best first meeting," The interviewer jokes.

You shake you head. "Not the best but we ended up getting on after that. Our Papas had to knock down the fence and replace it with a door so we didn't have to keep climbing to see each other."

"I think your dad still has the scar," Alexia replies and you roll your eyes.

"It all worked out though. We attended the same schools, sat together in class, ate together at lunch. We walked home together too."

"And was it difficult to find time to hang out together while you were both training?"

Alexia thinks back to it and shakes her head. "We would walk home together after school and our mamas would take it in turns to drive each of us to practice."

"La Masia was closer so Alexia always got out first but I finished earlier so we would get driven back home with each other too."

"Sometimes we'd have sleepovers."

The interviewer smiles. "And when did your romantic relationship start?"

"We were sixteen. Alexia asked me."

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Alexia was late. You weren't entirely sure why but she was. You glanced at the clock, tapping your foot impatiently. You couldn't stay long, you had a competition that your Papa was taking you to - you had gotten the rest of the day off school.

The canteen was filling up with students and you glanced at the clock again. You sighed, checking your phone. No messages from Alexia.

It wasn't like her to ghost you like this but you just assumed she had been asked to stay back after class.

You shouldered your bag, ready to make your way to reception to sign out and wait for your father to pull up, when a body crashed into yours.

Alexia curled around you, head in your neck. You felt her grinning.

"You're late," You informed her," I have to get going."

She retreated from your embrace, lacing your fingers together and walked with you to reception. She waited as you signed out and joined you outside when you went for your Papa to arrive.

You could feel her staring at your side profile, not looking away.

"What?"

"You're so pretty."

You rolled your eyes. "You're pretty too, Alexia."

She shook her head in annoyance as if trying to gather her thoughts. Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly. "Date me."

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The interviewer laughs. "So, not much of a question then."

You laugh too. "I knew what she meant. It was a no brainer to say yes."

"I wanted to take her to the movies," Alexia says," But my Mama told me that if I wanted to go, I had to take Alba so we just ended up in the park."

"We spent hours there, though," You continue," And we ended up at this cute little café that we always go back to. It was run by this cute old couple that had been together for years. They're gone now but their son took over."

"We used to sit there all the time and do our homework when we didn't have practice. He watched us grow up. We get free doughnuts when we go there now."

Your hands draw circles on Alexia's arms as you hum, watching the interviewer lap up all the information.

"And, obviously, Alexia you ended up at Barca but y/n...You went to South Korea?"

You laugh at her shock. "Yeah, Korea's pretty damned good at archery. In fact, my trainer when I was younger came from there originally so he recommended I head over. I mean, I've trained all around the world for archery but the Koreans are dedicated. They're extremely good and I'm honoured that I got the chance to try and keep up with them."

"And how did the long distance work? Was it difficult?"

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Alexia's offseason never lasts really long. Between club duties and country duties, she was always on the pitch.

Your schedule was a bit more lenient, allowing you to train anywhere you wanted although you mainly stayed in Korea. You flew to France a few times a year, a brief two-month stay in the US, a couple of weeks in Spain and then back to Korea again.

It was rare that she had this kind of time off so, there you were, waiting at Incheon airport for the love of your life to get through the doors.

She crashed into you as soon as she spotted you. You held her tight, nose buried into her hair as you breathed her in.

"I missed you, amor," She said.

"Not as much as I missed you," You replied.

You pulled back, taking her cheeks in your hands and pulling her in for a long, sweet kiss - trying to put all of your longing and love into it.

"I missed you," You said again as you took Alexia's hand in your own while your other grabbed her bags.

You brought her back to your apartment, dumping the suitcase in the lounge before turning to look at Alexia. It wasn't the first time she had been in your apartment but she still marvelled over it like it was.

Her hands ghosted over the pictures of her mantelpiece - particularly the one with you and her at school, grinning at the camera like two crazy people. Your bow leaned up against the tv and a medal hung from a hook attached to a magnet on your fridge.

"I watched this competition," She said as she poked the medal," I couldn't understand anything the commentators were saying but you looked really good in your uniform."

You sent her a lopsided smile. "You think I looked good?"

"Hmm." She sauntered over, her hands coming to rest in your back pockets. "Very good. Made me a little upset that I wasn't there to congratulate you." She raised a brow and your throat bobbed.

"Well..." You said, glancing at the clock - you had a reservation at your favourite barbeque place soon," You scored a fantastic goal last week. I...I think I'd like to congratulate you too."

Alexia gave you a wolfish smile. "Good..." She turned around. "Bedroom still in the same place?"

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"We made it work," Alexia says.

"I earned a lot of air miles," You boast," I'm still cashing them in." You grin lazily. "Our trip to Greece was bought off those miles."

Alexia rolls her eyes. "She'll tell anyone who listens about that but it's true. We spent a lot of time flying out to see each other whenever we could. I think we saw each other more than we saw our parents."

You laugh, resting your head on Alexia's shoulder. "I think I once told my parents not to fly out to see me because you were already on the plane."

"And, obviously, one of you proposed. How did that happen?"

"I proposed."

●～●～●～●～

It was a beautiful night. Not too hot. Not too cold. You'd made sure of it, comparing the weather forecast for days before selecting the one you wanted.

You took her out on a walk. You bought her lunch.

Every time she smiled at you, your heart fluttered and you had to look away. You wanted to spring the question each time but you had planned this. You didn't want to ruin it.

"Not that I'm complaining," Alexia said as she followed you onto the balcony of the fancy hotel room you had rented," But what gives? Was there something special today? Something I've forgotten about?"

"Can't I just do something nice for you?"

"You've been doing a lot of nice things. A walk. Lunch. A shopping spree. Dinner and now a hotel room. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me."

You grinned at her. "Is it working?"

"You don't need to seduce me," She said," I don't keep you around for just the sex."

You scoff in jest, a dramatic hand on your heart. "But you keep me around partly for the sex? Alexia!"

She laughed, shaking her head. "You know I keep you around because I love you."

"I should hope so," You said. Your hand dipped into your pocket and dropped to one knee. "Because otherwise, this would be really embarrassing."

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"We got married within the month," Alexia says," We eloped. I don't even think we told our parents we even got engaged."

"Your Mama grabbed me by the ear and yelled at me for hours," You laugh, rubbing your ear in phantom pain," I think she thought that I could have stopped you from dragging me to that courthouse."

"I..." Alexia's face glows red as she speaks. "I just didn't want to wait. In all honesty, for us, it already felt like we were married, we'd been together for so many years that getting the marriage certificate signed seemed like just the final checkbox. I didn't need a big wedding or anything. We love each other. What more needed to be done?"

"Her mother still holds it against me."

"Mama is being dramatic." Alexia rolls her eyes. "She got to hold her little party for us."

"We snuck a way for that too," You say to the interviewer," For someone that didn't want a wedding, she was very eager to get to the honeymoon."

"We bought that on her air miles too."

Everyone in the room laughs at that.

"So, childhood sweethearts," The interviewer summarises.

"Childhood sweethearts," You confirm. Alexia moves a bit closer to you, leaning her head on your shoulder after pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

"And, now you're living together in Barcelona. Is it a big adjustment after so many years of long distance?"

"It's a good adjustment," Alexia says," It feels good to finally be in the same place as each other, permanently."

"She likes that I get the groceries," You joke.

"Oh, yes," She says with a grin," It's what I keep her around for."

You stick your tongue out.

So does she.

#woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso imagine #woso community #woso fanfics #woso

[pablitogavii]

Hello, I got a fic idea. one where pablo keeps giving reader flowers randomly because she once mentioned she likes to keep fresh flowers at the house

Flowers

"You did such an amazing job decorating this place hija" Belen said as you shower her around your and Pablo's new apartment really happy that she could come visit the two of you finally.

"Thank you so much mamá" you smile when your boyfriend joined in snaking his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder playfully.

"Hey! Yo ayudo tambien!" he said making you both laugh as you nodded your head as you raised your hands up in surrender.

"He did buy me those flowers to put in a vase..and isn't the room just so much more beautiful with fresh flowers in it?" you ask and Belen nodded smiling at her son who took mental note that you liked flowers so much.

Next week, he came to pick you up from uni after his training and you were shocked to see a bouquet of red roses sitting on the passenger seat of his car.

"Qué es esto mi amor?" you ask and he chuckles saying they are for you making you blush and thank him.

"Eres tan especial cariño..muchas gracias" you said and Pablo savored that big smile on your face happy to be the cause of it.

y.n.bebe

Gracias cariño ❤️❤️ @pablogavi

comentarios:

pablogavi: siempre mi amor ❤️

mikkykiemeney: the sweetest!😍

aurorapaezg: que preciosos!💗

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Another week passed, and this time you found the bouquet against the table when you got back home from work. You were stunned that he got them just in time when the old ones started dying.

"Hola mi amor? Todo bien??" Pablo answered his phone when you called little out of breath since he just finished with the training.

"Amor, you got me flowers again?" you say hearing him chuckle on the other line.

"Yeah, is that a problem? Do you like it??" he said wishing he can see your face right now and then he asked you to turn on your camera feeling his heart melt once he saw your smile.

"Um..of course I like it" you say a little flustered when you saw his teammates passing by surely hearing this conversation.

"Good. I'll see you home soon princesa!" he said and you two hung up as you took the bouquet smelling the fresh roses and getting them into the vase.

You watched the video of Pablo being asked about the roses by one of the fans when he got out of the store with them in his hands.

"Are the roses for Y/n??" girls giggled while Pablo nodded his head asking them not to post the video until later as to not ruin the surprise. How precious!

y.n.bebe

Mejor novio en todo el mundo😍. @pablogavi

comentarios:

pablogavi: Ese soy yo!😎

pablo.y.n.couple.fans: does he buy her flowers every week!? 😍

pablitoogavii: pablo spoiling his princesa!!

mikkykiemeney: another one!?😍😍

You really appreciated Pablo's sudden routine but you were wondering why all of the sudden he was gifting you flowers so frequently.

The bell rang and Pablo asked you to open the door from the bedroom so you went shocked to see a man with a large bouquet of flowers again.

"Pablo...this is.." you were speechless seeing 100 red roses in front of your face and Pablo paid the man taking the bouquet and closing the door behind himself.

"I left you speechless huh princesa??" he asked proudly kissing your forehead while you were still frozen in place looking at the huge bouquet in his hands.

"It's beautiful..but..why all of the sudden do you buy me flowers so much??" you finally got the guts to ask.

"You told my mom how you love having flowers in the house always, so I wanted to make sure you can always replace the old ones..and because I love to see you smile cariño" he explains and your heart melts at his little confession.

"You're really something special Pablito..I love you so much!" you hugged him kissing his lips lovingly before he finally gave you the flowers and you sat down on the staircase with them.

"Love you too princesa! Smile for me!" he said and you noticed him taking the picture looking away shyly as he took his picture helping you put roses into multiple vases around the house.

pablogavi

Amor de mi vida😍 @y.n.bebe

comentarios:

aurorapaezg: omg hermano😳

gavi.y.n.fanclub: he loves buying her roses hehe

y.n.bebe: te amoooo! ❤️❤️

pedri: well done hermano😎

"Amor..they look amazing" you said while the two of you were laying in bed ready to fall asleep with roses all around the room and a bright smile on your face.

"Anything for mi preciosa princesa" he smiled kissing your lips before you two cuddled up close and closed your eyes to get some well deserved rest.

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[anon-sect]

You see these socks on my feet. They look normal but aren't. I'm not sure if they even like being socks and honesty, but I don't really care at the same time. They are comfortable to wear, which is a good thing. These socks are a former human that sort of deserved what happened to him.

It was some time ago that my first apartment was robbed while I was at work. Came home to find all my electronics stolen and some food missing from my refrigerator. I was highly upset over what happened. One thing that was stolen was irreplaceable. It was a camcorder from off of my old Navy ship, the USS O'Bannon DD987. It held a lot of memories for me during those 4 years I was in the United States Navy. I never did get it back. But there was a good side to the story, I did hear the criminal who broke into my apartment were caught and served time. But I was still missing my priceless object. I decided I would get a replacement for it, even if it's not of the same value.

I found out the criminal got released on a technicality. I had already purchased a tf phone since some time after my first apartment. I just happened by chance to see the criminal enter the restroom at a local establishment. I followed after him with a determination that he wasn't walking out. Once the door was closed and I saw him washing his hands, I hit the camera flash button on my tf phone. He was now a pair of AND1 socks on the floor. I quickly grabbed him and stiff him in my pants pocket and left.

It has now been at least two weeks since that fateful chance to get revenge on the one who broke into my apartment. Granted, he didn't fully replace the camcorder, but he was a replacement none the less.

For the past two weeks, I have been wearing him almost none stop. Every gym session, every workout session, simply hanging out with friends and sometimes to work. Since socks can't speak, I honestly don't know what he feels or is saying, but he is just an object now. There were a few nights I jerked off in him. Now, that was fun. Punishing the criminal with my hot cum. Just so you know that I have no intentions of turning him back. It's too much fun wearing him. Best pair of socks I own. Whether he is in torment or loves his new existence really don't matter. He is just an object for my use and nothing else.

If anyone wants to be an object for my personal use, you can always tell me. I have plenty of room to make in my growing collection.

NOTE: This is my second story with real-life fact interwoven in my tf stories. Feel free to DM if you want to know the true facts.

#mine #tf story #inanimate transformation #foot domination #sock transformation

[taeminsung]

all i want..

pairing: minho x reader

summary: sometimes all minho does is think about you.

a/n: a fluffy minho because I needed it in my life. please enjoy ♡

The dull roar of the engines plagued Minho’s head as he struggled to get comfortable in the seat trying his best to not disturb a sleeping Seungmin. The post tour fatigue managed to settle into every nook and cranny it could find within his body. His eye lids left like sandpaper rubbing his eyes each time he blinked, struggling to keep himself awake long enough to hopefully not be jet lagged when they landed. A hand gently bumped his head and a phone with low light was shoved in his face displaying the artwork for one of his current favorite songs. Letting his eyes travel from the screen up the arm of the owner of the phone, he could not help but let the small smile break out under his mask at the little dance Changbin was doing next to him. Silently, he cursed at himself for playing the song in the hotel with Changbin because he had to immediately explain why he knew all the lyrics to an almost fully English song.

Finally adjusting enough to be somewhat comfortable, Minho grabbed his headphones and navigated to the playlist filled with the songs he knew every word to. Seungmin’s head settled on his shoulder and Minho took the opportunity to let his head rest of top of his younger member’s head. Slowly he scrolled through the wide range of songs trying to cultivate a queue. The only problem was trying to pick an order to the songs because there was a fondness to every single one.

Pressing play, he let the music wash out the loud noises of the world around him as his mind drifted to you. The moment he allowed for his heavy eye lids to close, images of you started playing in his mind like an old movie. He watched the memories unfold, lips constantly trying to pull his tired muscles into another smile. As one song faded out so did the attached memory only to be replaced with the next moment as a new song started up. Minho knew that you had curated the playlist to have this exact effect, but he still could not believe how perfectly it worked. They captured a memory, a date, or was a song you or he loved. His heart fluttered whenever he saw that a new song was added because it meant that you were thinking about him in that moment and wanted to share some message with him.

To him, it screamed, all I think about is you. Something he loved dearly.

During the tour, he spent way too much time thinking about you. His photo album was currently filled with so many things that he couldn’t wait to show you, from funny pictures of the members, to cool things in all the cities they had visited the months he was away from home, from you. At some point, he mindlessly pulled up the photo album he started of either just pictures he’d taken of you or photos that the boys snuck whenever you were around them. Swiping through each photo slowly, he couldn’t help the shaky breath that filled his lungs and found it impossible to not let his shoulders shift as he exhausted. Finally, he discovered a photo that was taken without either of you knowing. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes at the way the simple photo displayed the way he never got to see you.

Wordlessly, Minho studied the way you looked at him while he was looking at something to the right of the camera. What felt like someone squeezing his heart released the tears into Seungmin’s hair as Minho completely understood why all the members always said that they could see the love you had for him written in your eyes. He really did not understand why you had fallen for him, especially when there was days and months that went by where he couldn’t prioritize you first. He hated to admit that he was jealous of the night and that it got to spend each one with you while he couldn’t. It was a jealously that he knew could only be ended when he returned to you.

Desperately he wanted to curl into you, smelling the lingering perfume that soaked into your skin.

Gently a hand closed around his free hand, letting him know that while Seungmin was barely awake, he would be there for him no matter what. His younger member had heard the words he let slip into the world after a long day, words he immediately regretted because he watched the way your perfect smile dropped off your face. So quickly he tried to take them back only to be met with you finding a bad excuse to get off the phone and not call him back the rest of the night. Darkness had descended into him heart and he couldn’t shake the feeling that there might be no winning you back after the elongated time of being apart. So, he settled for staring at that picture of you until the wheels of the plane touched down.

Rain clouds filled the sky and water droplets drifted across the windows as they made their way back to the dorms. Minho’s thoughts again found their way back to you, wondering what you were doing. Slowly, the bubbling jealousy of how the rain might be falling upon your skin because it was closer than his hands had been in months. His fingers worked out message after message to only be deleted, never finding the right words, or gathering enough courage to send anything more than he did letting you know that he had landed. Black engulfed his vision as his eyes closed.

What if you were already gone?

Trudging his way to his room, mumbling responses to the already forgotten questions of those around him, he couldn’t stop the way he felt like his heart was sinking into his stomach. The needle pricking thought of what if you were better off with someone new danced in the darkness of his mind as he shook his head forcefully trying to erase the thought before it could be planted into something else. More sleep and perhaps a shot of something would help muster up the courage he needed to head over to your place and beg you for forgiveness. Maybe he would swing by your favorite coffee shop and florist to grab something special.

Throwing open the door to his room and immediately closing it, he was met with you standing next to his bed, frozen like a deer in headlights. Minho noted the way his room felt oddly different, like something was just slightly out of place in his clean room. He watched the soft smile that pulled at the corner of your lips while you dropped leebit onto his bed, pulling the sleeves of his missing sweatshirt down to cover your hands as they reached out to indicate him to come closer.

Instantly, he wrapped you into his arms letting his face get buried in the soft spot on your neck, letting your presence wash over him. You were the sunlight driving out the darkness that had tried to creep in. A safe place to return to after rough waters. The never-ending calm occurred when he could see you. Warmth radiated from you in every way possible. Adjusting the way he held you, planting a kiss to your forehead and the top of your head, he settled his chin on the top of your head, giving his curiosity what it wanted as he reviewed his room. It took a few seconds longer than he would ever admit to you, but there it was, a new photo frame sitting near his bed filled with that ever so perfect photo he couldn’t stop staring at on the plane.

A moment of clarity struck him. It was you, only ever you.

♡ ── thank you for reading this one! requests are open.    

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[wonlovie]

nine ! i'm literally gonna get violent

After a nasty fall, you, world-renowned figure skater and stealer of hearts, are forced into an early retirement. But with a boyfriend who’s the star player in one of Korea’s leading hockey teams and a friend group of trending skaters who refuse to leave you in the dust, the cameras stay on. So, how are you supposed to keep it a secret when Yang Jungwon, your boyfriend’s publicly declared rival and enemy, decides you’re his next target?

It didn’t take long for Jungwon to show up at your door. No more than half an hour after he told you he was coming, he was at your doorstep, hands full of bagged goods and snacks.

When you opened the door, he smiled at you dearly, pinkened cheeks from the cold rounding as his lips split into a grin. You didn’t know he had dimples, and the sight of the little indents had you urging to poke them. Resisting, you stepped aside to let him in, eyes bulging at just how many things he had brought. “You didn’t need to spend so much,” you chided as you locked the door.

He slipped off his puffy coat, dropping the bags to the floor momentarily as he shuffled his shoes off. You held back a laugh at his kitten themed socks. “I wanted to,” he assured you, following you into the living room.

You’d gone ahead and set up the living room for your impromptu movie and gossip night, blankets and pillows piled high on your old couch. You stared at him blankly as he emptied out the bags onto your coffee table, still incredulous that he was there at all.

Bunching the plastic bags into a ball and putting them aside, Jungwon scooted over and looked up at you expectantly. He pat the seat next to him, staring at your with bright eyes and a warm smile. You swallowed your spit, clearing your throat as you sat next to him.

“So,” he started, “what kind of movies do you like?”

Shrugging, you reached for the remote. The two of you sat in silence for a moment as you scrolled through the options. Eventually, you settled on a comedy you’ve never heard of, the booming sound of Netflix’s intro spilling out of your speakers.

Jungwon gently took the remote from your hands, turning the volume down until you could barely hear it. “What’s wrong?” Gone was the bright eyed boy, seemingly replaced with a completely different one. Now, Jungwon’s eyebrows creased together in worry, his plush lips curling into a frown as he looked at you with a gaze so tender it had your stomach doing backflips.

“Well…” you bit your lip, casting your eyes astray. You fiddled with the blanket he had graciously pulled over you once you were seated. You peeked at him from the corner of your eye, only to look away abruptly when you realized that he hadn’t taken his eyes off you.

You thought back to your friend’s groupchat, and the cold way Ryujin had spoken to you. Neither her nor Yunjin had sent a follow up message, and you were too scared to so it yourself. Your mouth felt dry, cotton-filled as you mulled over your thoughts.

Without a word, you opened your phone and pulled up the recent conversation. “Read from here.” You pointed at the first message.

Curling up into a ball, you didn’t watch his eyes flit over the screen as he read, zoning out on the TV. You didn’t know what was happening in the movie, already lost. You could vaguely hear a laugh track as the main character made some unknown retort.

The room fell into a pregnant pause as he read, brows furrowing deeper as he continued. He pursed his lips as he watched you closely, turning your phone off once he reached the end of the conversation. It was dark, the only light coming from the television screen. His eyes traced over your features, illuminated by the forgotten movie.

Wordlessly, he took your hand in his, rubbing the back of your palm with his thumb absentmindedly. “I’m sorry,” he began, his voice low as he spoke. “I didn’t realize how much of your free time I was taken up. I should have thought more when I asked you to hang out with me—“

Before he could finish, you manouvered your hand so that it was over his. Turning your entire body to face him, you shook your head. “It’s not your fault, Jungwon. You have done nothing but be sweet to me,” you reassured him, earnestly boring into him despite your accelerating heart rate. “It’s my fault… I should have been more honest with them about what I was doing.”

Jungwon’s frown deepened. “Still. I know how close you three are. What Ryujin said was out of line,” he shook his head, disagreeing whole heartedly with the things she had mentioned. “Your injury wasn’t something within your control. To use that against you was pretty cold of her.”

You opened your mouth to respond, self-deprication coating your tongue as you went to refute him. “No, Jungwon, I—“

He shushed you almost playfully, taking both your hands in his. You watched in apprehension and he brought them up to his lips, pressing gentle kisses against your knuckles. “I’m being serious. Should you have been more open with them? Probably, but that doesn’t excuse using your injury to make you feel bad.”

You felt your eyes swell with hot tears, bottom lip quivering as you willed your body to suck them back in, not wanting to cry in front of Jungwon.

He continued, never taking his hands off yours. “You may have made a mistake by hiding things from them, but that doesn’t mean you’re any less worthy of being treated with respect. You had your reasons to act the way you did, and now that this has happened, you can be more open with them.”

“Jungwon,” you whispered, your voice cracking. His sombre expression broke, the familiar cat-like smile adorning his features. He used his thumbs to wipe away your tears before patting your head.

“Thank you for trusting me with all this,” he mumbled, his deep brown eyes shining from the television. “I’m your friend now, so you can always come to me if you need to.”

He offered you one last smile before shifting to get more comfortable. You kept your eyes on him as Jungwon leaned back against the couch, eyes fluttering closed momentarily as he sunk into the cushions.

You contemplated for a second, before mimicking his postion. He tilted his head at you, before tugging you closer by the shoulder. You let out a noise of surprise as he held you against his chest in a side-hug. You looked up at him with wide eyes, but his were already closed.

Clearing your throat, you were incredibly aware of his warmth seeping into your skin from the palm that laid on your shoulder. Slowly, you let yourself relax and found yourself drifting to the sound of his heartbeat.

The movie finished, but neither of you was watching.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

OKAY i am confused why no one thought of this..mark and the famous BPS duo headcanons of them reacting to a REAL Angel Y/n coming down and basically getting rid of the alternates?? :00

Oooo y'know that's a good idea. It makes me wonder if ALL angels in TMC were just replaced or never existed at all after Alt!Gabriel came along--maybe they lost the war with the Alternates/demons and were eradicated all at once.

Except for Y/N, ofc, because main character plot armor™

.........

Mark

You've been watching over Mark for some time, eventually coming down to Earth disguised as his next door neighbor, wondering if he could help you move some stuff.

This strangely happens the same day he prayed for a "guardian angel" in his life, especially when he noticed you were wearing all white clothing, didn't specify where you were from, and.....looked quite ethereal in appearance.

But he thinks it's just a coincidence and becomes fast friends with you.

You shared his same values and beliefs, subtly protecting him whenever he visited the church and went to school.

Though you weren't sure if you should tell him what you truly are...

Until the night he gets that phone call from "Cesar" and goes to his house against your wishes.

When he inevitably leads the Alternate back to his own home, you're there waiting for it.

The second it enters, you stand between them and reveal your wings, halo, and several eyes, shocking the Alternate as it thought angels were already eradicated...

You basically say "nah I'm still here, go back to hell" and eviscerate it in a flash of holy light.

To your amazement, it actually worked! You finally had the power to avenge your fellow angels.

You immediately put your human disguise back on when you realized Mark's was watching the entire time-

But he's already kneeling at your feet, trying not to cry bc you're the guardian angel he's been asking for!!!

He 100% worships you now after you confirm that, but you ask him to just treat you like a friend and not as some divine idol.

Ofc you're telling that to a paranoid 17 yr old Christian human boy who saw you literally vaporize an Alternate so.....it's hard for him to talk to you so casually after that.

Adam

Posing as a new student, you approached him at school and asked if you could join BPS, feigning interest in the paranormal investigations.

He's like "sure but your clothes are prob gonna get messed up" as he gestures to your pristine white shirt and jeans.

You just wear a black BPS jacket over them and go along with the "ghost hunts", finding out that he's looking for Alternates specifically.

That's fine with you though, considering you came down to eliminate as many as you could w/o drawing Gabriel's attention.

One of the hidden cameras caught you making one disappear and Adam's mind=blown after replaying the footage and seeing your wings show up in a few frames, learning you were an angel all along!

You beg him to keep it a secret, but he's so excited he brags to Jonah and Evelin (who thinks he edited that stuff in).

He asks you to continue vaporizing any Alternates you come across as long as he can get footage of it...though you don't like the idea of him exploiting your powers this way for fame.

However he suddenly becomes afraid of you out of nowhere, especially in the days following the investigation at the Torres house.

He just kicks you out of BPS without explanation and goes into hiding.

But soon enough you find out he's a Sleeper Alternate and become faced with a very tough decision...

When he shows up on your doorstep, half-naked and pleading for you to purge him from this world.

Never in a million years did you think any Alternate would be so attached to his "humanity" that he'd rather die than live without it.

Unfortunately, you can't grant Adam's wish knowing he was closely tied to Six and Gabriel's plans, but you do reverse the damage the bleach did to his organs.

He's not in constant physical pain anymore, though you vow to protect this scared boy, knowing he didn't choose to be this way.

Jonah

You met him through Adam sometime after joining BPS.

And right away, he feels a lot safer whenever you accompany them on assignments.

There's just something about your presence that's reassuring.

He makes jokes about how you act like a "perfect little angel" when you tell him you don't do drugs, never curse, mediate any arguments he and Adam might have, and always have the cleanest clothing.

Then he's confused as to why you tensed up.

Before you realize "angel" is just a metaphor humans use sometimes and calm down afterwards.

So he doesn't know what you are.....yet.

He used to say "hell" (like "oh hell yeah!") on a regular basis but now feels awkward when he says it around you.

You're only forced to reveal your true identity when Preacher tries to give him and Adam M.A.D, and you just....eliminate her on the spot with holy light.

She was particularly resistant to it, so your energy was spent and you nearly passed out.

Jonah's understandably freaked out by your powers and runs away, but after you find him and help him calm down, he becomes quite clingy.

His friendship with Adam grows more divided as he sees you as more caring and protective than him.

He didn't believe in angels before but he sure as shit does now.

#clanask #anonymous #tmc x reader #mandela catalogue x reader #the mandela catalogue x reader #mark heathcliff #adam murray #jonah marshall #angel reader #platonic #headcanons

[thebroccolination]

Ossan's Love Fic List (by Kiranokira)

• Teammate (T) 1.1k - Complete

There’s a park near their new place, and at first sight, Soichi zeroes in on the basketball court. His first impulse is to invite Justice over, but then he has an even better idea.

The surface of Soichi’s high school basketball shows evidence of its long life, but he refuses to replace it until it’s well and truly beyond maintaining. Momentous memories are stored in this precious possession. So it’s kind of a big deal for Soichi that he places the basketball into Ryota’s hands one afternoon and says, “Wanna play?”

• The Cure for Indecision (G) <1k - Complete

Soichi goes yukata shopping for Maki and predictably has a meltdown.

He walked in an hour ago ago full of bravado, positively certain that he’d walk out with the perfect yukata in maybe ten minutes tops. Maki’s gorgeous, after all. He’d look good in anything. That, it turns out, is a problem.

• Jackpot (T) 2k - Complete

Haruta undergoes surgery and wakes up with temporary amnesia, much to Maki's amusement.

The guy lets out a small laugh and says, “The doctor said you might be like this after the anesthesia. How do you feel?” “I’m good,” Soichi says. “Floaty. I like these curtains!” He tries to reach out to touch one, but they’re farther away than they look, so he pouts. The guy laughs again, his eyes adorably creased at the corners. “Wow. This is…” In seconds, he has his phone up and Soichi agreeably gives the cute guy’s camera a peace sign.

• Strategy (T) 1.9k - Complete

There’s so much of Maki that Haruta’s never allowed himself to revel in before now.

Obeying a small mischievous urge, Maki nonchalantly picks up a slice of sweet potato tempura with his chopsticks while under the table running the tip of his shoe along Haruta’s calf. To his vast and all-consuming surprise, Haruta doesn’t startle. He only lifts his eyes slowly from his food to Maki’s face, his entire expression exuding…interest.

• Sterling Walls (T) 1.9k - Complete

Maki throws himself into a spiral, as usual, and Haruta surprises him (as usual).

He knows that he’s never taken down all or even most of his walls for Haruta, because the one wall he did take down was already more than he’d done for anyone else. Still…. It’s not like Maki knows what he’s doing. It’s not like he has a sterling track record at this. His past relationships all ended in fire and misery, and he never really expected his relationship with Haruta to be the one that worked.

★★★ No Conscription Father (T) 6.4k - Complete *I'm really fond of this one because it's a whole character study fueled entirely by my adoration for Maki

Maki Yoshiro first met his son on November 1st, 1993. He spends the next twenty-six years meeting his son over and over again.

Sure, maybe girls today are a little more shrill than they were in Yoshiro’s youth. A little louder and a lot wilder. Maybe that was the issue. Maybe Ryota’s tastes ran more traditional. Maybe he wanted someone calm and refined. Someone like Yoshiro’s mother: kind and quiet and gentle.

• In the Province of the Gods (E) 9.3k - Complete

In another universe, Haruta grew up in rural Shimane with his grandmother, and one night he meets a man named Maki on the side of the road trying to fix his bicycle.

After pleasantries are taken care of, Haruta’s grandmother peers over the lip of her teacup and says to Maki, “You’re sure you’re not here to take my dopey grandson off my hands?” Haruta almost chokes on a clam. “Grand! Ma!!” Silently he takes back all the nice things he’s thought about moving out and missing her. She’s a crafty seventy-five-year-old demon and he won’t miss her at all.

• The Enigmatic Tuesday (G) 1.5k - Complete

On the second Tuesday of May, something goes wrong for Maki, and Haruta will never know exactly what it was.

Haruta may have close to zero in the success column of romantic experiences, but…they need to communicate, don’t they? Maki handles too many problems on his own as it is, and maybe that’s Haruta’s fault. If he doesn’t push Maki to talk to him, won’t that be like…slacking off? “Relationships take work,” Haruta’s first girlfriend said the day they broke up. Later, his mother snorted and added, “Well, she’s right, and you haven’t done a full day of work since you left elementary school.” Maki’s eyes are focused, at least, and he reacts to the show every now and then. He’s warm, tucked in Haruta’s arm, and every time he shifts, he gets a little closer. He seems better now. Relaxed. Still…. Haruta has been blindsided before.

• Perish the Thought (M) 9.7k - Complete

Haruta didn't want to know about Maki's romantic history until he was presented with some of it, and now he wants to know approximately all of it. Only trouble is, Maki doesn't want to tell him.

There’s a beautiful four seconds of silence then, and Haruta enjoys the brief delusion that they’re all going to change the subject to something else, and he can go on pretending that Maki has only ever dated two people, one of whom (the permanent one) is him. Then Chizu says, “We’re talking about Maki’s first time exploring 2-Chome,” and obliterates his fantasy. “He had five boyfriends in one year!” Maki’s ensuing objections sound halfhearted at best. He’s pink in the face, too, but he actually seems quite proud of himself underneath the modest posturing. “We don’t have to talk about it anymore,” he says to Chizu. Haruta slumps onto the stool next to him, struggling to control his pout. “Yeah,” he agrees. He’d rather hear about his uncle's gout surgery for the ninth time.

• Lights Against Malice (T) 7.4k - Complete

On a trip to Tokyo's metropolitan center, Haruta experiences his first real taste of societal disapproval toward his relationship with Maki. He handles it better than expected, but Maki shuts down, and Haruta is determined to find out why.

Maki tips his chin up coolly. “Thank you for your concern, but I’m fine now. I had a bad moment, that’s all. You don’t have to worry about me anymore.” It’s delivered as if he’s responding to a mediocre performance review, and he doesn’t quite meet Haruta’s eyes when he speaks. Haruta says, “Maki,” with a note of hurt in his voice. He can see the door of opportunity closing. Maki’s already turning to go upstairs, pulling one arm out of his suit jacket as he yawns. Haruta takes two strides and catches his freed wrist. “Maki.”

• Ubiquitous (G) <1k - Complete

Haruta comes home, and Maki might be having a little trouble concealing just how happy he is.

It’s been six hours since Haruta arrived home from Shanghai, and Maki is still adjusting to having him here. The sounds of his complaining and whining and self-indulgent ridiculousness belong in this house. He even manages to fill the space when he’s quiet, and Maki missed him so much it frightened him sometimes.

#this was my Big Fandom right before thai bl seized control of my brainstem so i always forget i wrote a decent amount of fic for it! #if you're new to the series or just new to makiharu fic in general welcome! #here's my contribution (so far) #ossan's love #ossan's love returns #kiranokira fic #maki ryota #haruta soichi #maki x haruta #haruta x maki #makiharu

[sagesolsticewrites]

The Wonder of You | Austin Butler x reader

Austin needs some assistance when it comes to dyeing his hair 🖤

Warnings: fluff, just so much fluff, also I know next to nothing about dyeing hair so I apologize for any inaccuracies!

Shoutout to the EFC for their help with this 🥰

(@butlersluvbot I saw you wanted this one first, so here ya go darling!)

“Hey, baby?” Austin’s voice rang down the hall towards where you could almost always be found on a Saturday afternoon - curled up on the sofa with a copy of Pride and Prejudice. “Um… could you come give me a hand with something?”

You closed your book and made your way to the bathroom where Austin had shut himself in about 20 minutes ago with the goal of re-dyeing his hair after his blond roots had started to show. He had decided that he wanted to re-dye his hair himself while filming had shut down due to the lockdown and you were about to be witness to his process.

“What’s u-“ you were cut off at the sight of a mess of paper towels covering the bathroom counter, black hair dye covering a large portion of them as well as your boyfriend’s hands. You stifled a laugh at the embarrassed smile spread across his face.

“This is… a little harder than it looks, I guess.” he said sheepishly, his Elvis drawl bleeding through as he carefully held his hands in the air, the bowl of dye abandoned on the counter.

“Alright Mr. Big Shot Actor, want me to show you how it’s done?” you teased, sweeping the paper towels into the trash and replacing them with an old bath towel.

Austin rolled his eyes playfully, but his tone was genuine as he replied “Yes, please, that would be much appreciated.”

You hummed as you got him situated in a chair pulled from the kitchen table and began to cover the blond that was beginning to peek through with jet-black dye. A giggle escaped him as you brushed along his hairline.

You shot him an amused look as he looked up with a smile. “It wasn’t this ticklish when I tried it myself,” he explained through his laughter. “Wait, wait hold on-“ He pulled his phone out of his pocket, holding it up at an angle where he could get a selfie that included his dye-stained hand holding up a peace sign and you brushing dye onto his hair, giving the camera a mock-unamused look. “For posterity.” He explained, returning the phone to his pocket, “When future generations ask us what it was like to film a movie during all of this,” he gestured vaguely, “I can say that I got my amazing, gorgeous, wonderful girlfriend to help me dye my hair much better than I ever could.”

“Whatever you say, babe” you laughed, blushing at the compliment. You stepped back to admire your handiwork as you set the timer on your phone. “Okay, you’ve got about 15 minutes of sitting here while this processes. Anything you wanna do?”

He shrugged, thinking. “Could you read to me? I know you’ve still got your book out there.” He nodded out towards the living room.

“Sure thing,” you said, smiling, and moments later you were regaling your boyfriend with the tale of Lady Catherine’s visit to Longbourn, with him hanging on to every word.

You had just finished the chapter when the alarm went off on your phone, signaling that it was time to rinse out the dye. You set your book aside and began to carefully run warm water over Austin’s hair, running your fingers along his scalp to ensure all of the excess was rinsed out. Austin let out a relaxed hum as you continued to massage color-protecting shampoo, then conditioner through his hair, sleepily opening his eyes once you announced he was done as the water ran clear.

“That was… very nice,” he drawled sleepily, slowly sitting up and stretching to get any kinks out of his neck, “Thank you, darlin’.” He leaned over and pecked your lips.

“You’re very welcome.” You smiled, “Always happy to help, honey.”

Austin busied himself with drying his hair as you cleaned up some of the dye stains from earlier, and soon enough the two of you were cuddling on the couch.

Austin’s head found its way onto your lap as you read out loud to him, stroking his hair as you made your way through the chapters. Several minutes later you heard soft snoring and looked down to see your boyfriend fully asleep in your lap, effectively preventing you from doing anything but admire the view as the orange and purple glow of the setting sun streamed in through the window.

You laughed softly to yourself, continuing to comb your fingers through his hair and tracing the path of his freckles across his cheeks. Oh well, you thought, there are definitely worse places to be trapped.

#*cue suspicious minds dhjshdj* #also just my own lil headcanon: #even after filming resumes Austin still wants you to be the one to help him with the dye #because ‘you just do it better baby I can’t explain it 🥺’ #austin butler #elvis (2022) #austin butler fic #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #elvis 2022 #elvis biopic #elvis baz luhrmann #austin butler fanfiction

[durotoswrites]

The Shy Newcomer Update

Cover art by the amazing @acediee

It feels so good to share another chapter with y'all again. Thank you so much for your patience. I really want to allow myself to work on more creative endeavors this year, and that includes more updates to this story.

Chapter 128: Insecurities

Summary: Mary receives a phone call from an old friend, and Claire bumps into a potential new friend?

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“Hey!” she called out.

The man stood up with a start, mumbling under his breath. He turned toward her. “Yes? Can I help you?” He had the look of one who was being distracted from something very important and pressing, and she could see his patience wearing thin.

“That’s my house you’re taking photos of!”

“Ah, so you’re the one that’s living here now, then.” He put his hands on his hips and stared at the farmhouse a little too comfortably, Claire thought. “It’s definitely a change from last year, I’ll give you that. I can see you replaced some rotting wood. But I’ll have you know the textures of the old wood were amazing to get close-ups of!”

“Why are you here?” she asked directly, unsure of how else to address the issue.

He turned toward her, half indignant. “Why, I’m taking my yearly contracted photos. Would you want to be in any of these shots? I have a few poses in mind that would be absolutely charming!” He walked around her, as if scrutinizing a work of art.

“No thank you!” Claire didn’t mean to raise her voice.

He stepped back from her, scandalized. “Farmers… The old man never wanted to be in the shot, either, if I remember what my father told me correctly.”

“Why is this the first I am hearing about photographs?”

The man turned back toward his equipment, leisurely wiping the lens of his camera. “It sounds like a potential miscommunication from Town Hall.”

“Town Hall?” she parroted, allowing her hands to fall limp at her sides.

“Well, namely, Thomas.” Judging from the smirk he wore, Claire assumed he thought he was dropping a pretty big name. “Although I suppose most people know him as Mayor Schulte.”

Literally no one calls him that.

Claire held her tongue.

“Mineral Town has a lot of historical sites and landmarks. Their Visitor’s Bureau likes to keep their documents and photographs of the sights fresh.”

“Visitor’s Bureau?”

“That would be Thomas, again, my dear.” He continued his wiping.

#the shy newcomer fanfic #the shy newcomer #tsn fanfic #tsn #harvest moon #story of seasons #durotos #hm64 #fomt #mfomt #hm for girl #back to nature #btn #hm bt #claire x cliff #cliff x claire

[wildemaven]

Weekends with Frankie: Flea Market Finds

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader

Words: 1,002

Rating: T

Warnings: mentions of food; let me know if I missed anything

A/N: Getting this out later than I wanted to, this sickness hit me hard. This isn’t beta’s and kind of feels like a mess. My brain feels like mush, so I’m not even sure I like the ending, nothing was working as I was writing it— it is what it is now lol.

Weekends with Frankie Masterlist / Masterlist

The paper cup is warm, its contents fueling this chilly morning. You’re tucked into Frankie’s side, your favorite spot to reside on the weekends.

It’s the third Sunday of the month. Which means it’s not your slow serene kind of morning. But sometimes sacrifices equal greater rewards.

The house you share with Frankie is modest but homey.

When you moved in, while spacious, it was lacking a sense of style. No fault to Frankie, the man is simple in his ways and never put much thought into decorating his home.

That was years ago. Since then, with Frankie’s approval, you’d been able to meld both of your aesthetics to design your home— his warm earthy tones and your contemporary mid century modern.

But it was your shared appreciation for all things from decades before that gave character throughout the space. Items laced with history from those who had previously owned them.

Thrift stores and flea markets are where gravitate towards when purchasing things.

That’s where you find yourselves this morning. Bundled in layers, ready to browse through a treasure trove of collectibles and piles of rare nicknacks strewn out for pickers to rummage through.

You didn’t necessarily need any one item in particular. Through thrifting together, you’d both found a love for collecting.

Frankie’s collection of vinyls was impressive. He had a real knack for finding some old gems. His most prized one being Prince’s Purple Rain album. More often than not, it was streaming through your home.

He was diligent in his purchases. Each album had to hold meaning or reference a time in his life.

You found joy in collecting old film cameras. You’d grown up before digital was the norm, and pictures took close to a week before you were able to see them. You love the accessibility of your phone for quick snaps but there’s just something about the click and winding of a vintage camera body.

Frankie appreciated the photos around your home even more so because they were taken by you. Your sweet little Canon AE-1 was always stowed in your bag when leaving the house. It accompanied you on many camping trips to the mountains. It was always with in arms reach during barbecues with the guys— you made each of them photo books through out the years of birthdays, weddings and group vacations.

Today your find yourselves digging through a pile of well worn tshirts, Frankie’s second love. It’s stacks and stacks of band tees, the images so faded they’re just barely visible. They’re aged to perfection, the fabrics so buttery soft from years of wear and tear.

You’d gifted Frankie a vintage Fleetwood Mac shirt when you’d first got together. It had quickly become his favorite. Dark blue, faded in some areas now littered with holes all over it. The offer to replace had been brought up several times, but he refused stating it was just starting to break in and fit right— it makes the man happy.

Sifting through a few piles, he’d found a few winners— new to him Styx and Rolling Stone tees.

Frankie and you have a love affair with books. Your home is filled with them, any and every subject. Early on in dating, Frankie had mentioned his aversion for reading when he joined the army. With all the studying he’d done over the years for flight school, he swore he’d never pick up a book again. But it was on his first deployment, the long days filled with trepidation and uncertainty, where he found books were the one thing that made his down time a little more tolerable. They kept his mind busy getting lost in the pages, the words leaving a lasting impression on him. Books were his escape.

You’d found him a first edition of East of Eden, the book that resolved his love for reading. He’d briefly mentioned it on your second date, a mere fact he’d given that you tucked away for a later time. When he’d unwrapped it 3 years later for Christmas, he was speechless. It was in perfect mint condition, every page crisp and pristine— but also he was so in awe that you’d remembered such a small thing he had mentioned years prior. It sits on his nightstand now, his watch and glasses placed on top neatly every night before climbing into bed, nestling himself against your sleeping frame.

It’s a small stack of books that you’ve both decided were worthy of a new shelf life in your home. Their pages grayed and worn with faintly legible marks littering the page margins, a glimpse into the thoughts of those who’d found wisdom among the lengthy chapters. Both of you looking forward to adding your own remarks in time.

Items tucked away in the trunk safely, as Frankie drives you home. The leather creaks as you shift forward to adjust the vents, the air ambient and warm. You relax back into the seat, sensation slowly coming back to your frozen fingers. Movement from the driver’s seat pulls you from thought. Frankie’s saying something, but the afternoon sun is filtering through the driver side window— you’re taken aback by his backlit presence.

The golden rays peeking through his over grown curls. That breathtaking dimple making an appearance as he reflects on the day, your life’s mission to make him smile just so you can witness it. He’s a force that makes life memorable and authentic.

You both haven’t moved since settling into your be couch when you arrived home, not before trading your warm layers for one of Frankie’s soft tees and leggings. Containers of pasta from your favorite Italian cafe are strewn out on the coffee table— stomachs satiated and nearly bursting. The low hum of the record player fills the room, Purple Rain. Frankie flips through one of the books from today, dog-earing pages as he reads.

The weekend nears its end with work life on the horizon. Your mind is already reeling with what’s in store for next weekend.

#frankie morales #Pedro pascal #triple frontier #wildemaven writes #weekends with frankie

[errintheimmp]

Fresh new start \Vox!xFem!reader\

vox x fem!reader

tw; Smut, lemon, use of tongue (fem receiving), strong language, s3x

Pink= thoughts of Y/N

blue = Vox

purple = Velvette

Red = Val

My first post on this. I had it written for a little over 3 weeks. I hope u Enjoy it.

background:

I am the illegitimate child of the Goetia family , after I were born my mother fled the Pride ring to the Greed ring. Fast forward, I was 20 years old and got a job opportunity with the 3 V's as one of Velvette's models to start out with. My mother doesn't want me to go mostly for safety (and the fact that your father hasn't sent his spell book yet). But I had to take this opportunity, if I didn't I don't know when this will come back. Not only that, I would get to work with Vox. One of the 3 V's in the tower, I heard that he was a very serious person when it comes to business. But he is also very sweet to the people he wants. He got Velvette to look at me for her modeling gigs. But regardless I took this position and started to pack my bags, I didn't want to stay in hiding just because of what my parents did. A few days after, I went to the train station to get a one way ticket to the pride ring.

Story:

I got off the train with a sense of relief but also a sense of fear. A fear that you picked to wrong choice, that I should have stayed in Greed. But I cant look back, right now this is for me. I took a deep breath and past through the gates of the Pride ring. I got scanned in and made my way to the load off for my luggage. my phone starts ringing and its mom, she just want to make sure that I made it safely.

After I grabbed my things, I went off to my assigned apartment that Velvette got me. Its pretty close to the V's so I don't need to make a massive commute. after I got settled in, I heard a knock on the door. Its Velvette.

" Hey Y/N! Look I know you just got here but you neeeed to come with me. I have a show to get done and one of my models got torn to pieces; And my replacement just went MIA!"

" Oh ummm ok......I just need to..."

"Not now Y/N! Get your feathered ass in here now!"

I didn't want to disappoint her, let alone piss her off. So I scrambled to find my sweater and ran out of the apartment. Thank christ on a stick that I made it cuz everything is chaos.

" Damn this is a hot mess.."

People are throwing clothes on racks and tables, Models are getting into the dresses for the show, and people are arriving. it was a mess. but along the mess you spot a familiar looking person in the crowd.

"Is that Vox?"

Velvette responded, " Yeah, That flat faced prince comes to my shows sometimes. But he only does just to bitch about his time being wasted. He is a tool."

" There has to be a reason as to why he is here."

V: " I dont know, but there is a show thats needs to happen. So hurry up!!"

I got to my station put on the first dress that is due to go out. Even though I am the 4th person out, I still felt nervous. I have never modeled before. ( i should have said that before i got here, but thems the brakes). But most of the nerves isn't just from not modeling before, it also cuz of Vox. I've heard that he is one of the most curt but charming out of all the Vs.

Then lights dimmed and the music started playing, models started coming out one by one with V's designs. Even though V claimed that he didnt want to be here, he is paying attention. Almost as if he is looking for someone. Before I could process, I had to walk.

I walked out in a solid red dress with a sweetheart neck line, with black mesh cut outs on the sides. Its cute but not something I normally wear. I took a glimpse of the sides as I was walking down, camera flashes with whispers of complements.

"She is really pretty...maybe i could sign her on."

" If that dress was on anyone else, it would not sell"

" I cant take pictures with all these flashes :| "

The my eye came across the flat prince's face and ........he froze. His eyes followed me as if he never seen a woman before. I got to the end, turned around and went back stage.

V: " That was pretty good. since this is your first show I'm not gonna let you do multiple rows until your 3rd show. Got that?"

I shook my head yes and got ready to head upstairs to meet the rest of the Vs.

2 1/2 hours later;

I went upstairs with Velvette with a few dresses in my hand. Neither of us said anything throughout the elevator ride, it was more like a comfortable silence. We got up to the penthouse of the tower were Val and Vox were waiting.

Val; " AH yes. you must be Y/N? Correct?"

"Yes hello. Its an honor to be in your presence."

Val; " I like her....she knows her place here...."

'Nah I just don't want a moth man to be mad and blowing smoke up my ass...'

" Hello, Its and hon...."

"You dont have to say that to me. Just call me Vox."

" oh ok."

" I saw you in the show earlier today. You did pretty well. And you were very pretty."

" Thank you..."

There was a moment of silence for a little bit. Every time I try looking at Vox, he would quickly look away. Almost as if he was avoiding something.

"All right, you go back downstairs and pick up the rest of the makeup. I'll get Moth boi and Flat prince to get some more show times."

I shook my head and did as I was told. I cleaned up the aftereffects of the show and put up the designs that were not used. It took a while, but it was finally done. I went back upstairs to see if Velvette had anything else but I bummed into Vox instead.

" Oh hi, I didn't mean to stop you like this."

" No no it's my fault I was paying attention. I am assuming you are looking for Velvette."

" Yes. I dont know if she had anything else...."

" Well she is busy rn so I'll take you to complete a few projects."

I got a little excited, ME?! with Vox?!?! How? And am I technically Velvette's model?! Who cares! I am with this charming man for a few hours.....THIS IS GONNA BE FUN!!!!!

" This is my office, I want you to file these patents for me. Once that's done i'll be at my desk to give you anything else."

" oh ok..."

" great my idea of fun does not have filing cabinets in it...." *

Disappointed, I got to work with these stupid patents. After a while, it became more peaceful and I got into a nice flow. Fast forward 4 hours, I was almost done I just needed the last 2 packets. I went over to Voxs' desk to see him face down moaning to himself. with no time to think, i turned him over to see if he is ok.......He was fine he was just slightly drunk.

"for a grown man he sure is a lightweight..." *

" Sir are you ok? how long have you been at your desk like this?"

" Hi...I thought you weeerreeee gone for tthee......*hiccup*...day"

" No I still have about 2 more to do"

" You can doo..that laterrr....for now...i want to cuddle....."

Did he just say cuddle?!

" Im ok with that, as long as you are not putting people and yourself in danger."

"ok"

He smiled at me, like the genuine smile you give when you haven't seen someone in a long time. I took his hand and pulled him to the couch, as we sat down he topled over into my lap. A little superised, i just stroked his back. This last for a little bit until he sat and asked me something....

" Can I kiss you? I have been waiting to ask that since you got here."

I blushed, Even though he was drunk he still was nice to me. I love what he does and how he conducts himself too. But the biggest deal for me was that I felt safe. I don't feel creeped out like with Val, nor feel stressed out like with Velvette. I was chaotic, hot, and nervous.

" yes you can"

Vox reached out his hand to stroke my face, he leaned in and kissed me. He moved his hand from my cheek to the back of my head. I leaned into the kiss a little bit more, putting my hands on his chest. He breathed heavily in my ear as we leaned in closer. I pushed his boetie off of his neck along with his white shirt.

" I don't think the couch is the best place for this.."

Vox took my hand and lead me to his bed across the way. He sat me down and kissed my neck all over. I let out a small moan as he continued. He wrapped his arms around me holding me, as if he doesn't want to let go. I slowly went to take of his suit jacket, exposing his back and shoulders.

" Please contiue.....I haven't felt this way in a long time.."

My heart skipped a beat...my hands were getting a little shaky as I started to hold his face....

" Can I take off your belt?"

Vox face went all different shades of red. He shook his head yes, so I did as he wanted. At this point, his length was bursting it wanted to leave its domestic prison. I leaned a little more into him, at this point I was on top of him. Heart pounding, mind racing, breath getting more frantic. He then started to un-do the blouse I had, exposing the brown lace bra underneath. He looked up at me, and kissed me as has took of the shirt letting it fall to the floor.

" Do you want to go all the way?"

" Yes, with you, Yes"

After I gave him the ok, he rolled on top of me. taking my shirt with it. I don't know how but he did, He then slowly when down and kissed my inner thighs. I was shaking with anticapation, I want him to stick his touge inside me....to taste me. He put his hand over my lower belly and slighty pressing me down. He made his way inside, I let out a small moan as he ate, I could feel him painting my insides. he then moved to the top humming as he went. I tighen my legs around his head but he kept going, Vox hummed faster. Making sure he pumped he with his fingers. Twist and turns, I could feel myself about the come....

" PlEaSe!"

" What do you say? be a good girl..."

" Please, I want you inside me...."

Without another word, he slid his length out of its prison and put it inside me. The pain went as quickly as it came. He continued to pump himself into me. I was gripping the couch begging him to go faster. His pacing became less steading and more like his breathing, erratic.

"Fuuck.."

"I cant keep this uup...ffor too long.."

I could feel him throbbing inside, I could feel that he was close. But I wanted him to keep going. I felt my walls gripping him even harder and i know he could feel it too.

Then his pace picked up even harder and faster. In the middle of it all he ripped off my bra to get a better look at me. When it was off, he look down on me. Admiring his baby girl, he gave a small smile while saying..

"I love you....I love you so much please come with me"

" I love you too, i would love too"

He quickly bend down to held me, I wrapped my arms and legs around him. As he wrapped his arms around me, we both let out a soft moan into each other. I slowly released and sprawled out on the bed. He pulled out and fell beside me, we were still riding the high that we had for each other. I turned to look at him with a gentle smile..

" Can we do this again? I really enjoyed doing this with you.....with no Val."

Vox chuckled, " He wont now...He has his own stuff to worry about. And yes we can do this as long as we like.."

Thanks for Reading, this is my first fan fic. that I was able to post. I hope you like it. I may even to more with other characters.

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Palm of God

One-Thousand-Two-Hundred-Sixty Days Before

Pairing: Anthony DiNozzo x Fem!OC

Genre: Action, Angst, Crime, Drama, Fluff

Word Count: 3.6K~

Warnings: Mentions of Violence

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Three days. It took Aurora three days to come to the realization that Agent Gibbs did not like her-- more so than the other two agents that replaced his team. With every step she took and every word she spoke, his disdain for her grew more and more apparent. She did her best to ignore his scrutinizing glare, but she could swear he knew her secret.

Michelle told her she needed to stay late to work. She stayed too, assuring her it would be better if they left together, but she wasn’t going to leave her here by herself. As Michelle worked, Aurora kept busy at her desk, keeping her in her peripheral at all times.

Sudden ringing startled both women. Aurora picked up her cell, frowning when she saw the caller. She spared a quick glance at Michelle before she answered.

“Tobias? Why are  you calling--”

“Aurora, turn on ZNN.” His tone was sharp enough to cut through glass. He and her father had worked together several times before her father retired. He was a frequent presence in her life, more so than her own father. It was sad to say that they had a much closer bond for it.

“Wha--”

“Now.” She stood from her seat and grabbed the remote off Michelle’s desk. She flipped through the channels until the spotty helicopter footage on ZNN was on screen. She sat down on Gibb’s desk and turned the volume up. “Did you find it?” His question fell on deaf ears as she watched the camera zoom out, showing a burning SUV with two indistinguishable figures nearby. The scene before her was absolute carnage.

“We’re getting reports that an explosion has rocked a neighborhood in the vicinity of the federal plaza. Authorities have closed down the entire area and are not going to give any information at this time.”

“Oh my.”

“Yeah.” Aurora shook her head, focusing her attention back on her phone call. “Yeah, I’m seeing it now. Are you there? Are you okay?” Her heart sped up slightly as she bit the tip of her thumb.

“No. I’m in DC, but your dad is there.”

“And with eight suspicious incidents in as little as three weeks, we have no room but to speculate whether or not there will be more attacks.” She turned her attention back to the screen as a woman appeared, standing in front of an ambulance. “We have no word yet on any injuries, but with the explosion as far away as Prince Street, an unconfirmed report said it was a car bomb. NYPD’s emergency services, as well as federal--” She shut the television off, excusing herself. She went around the corner, enough to keep Michelle out of earshot, but within eyesight.

“Why is he in a federal building?” she asked, keeping her voice low.

“I thought you knew. Your dad left retirement a few months ago, Kid.” His words stung. She took a deep breath, glancing over her shoulder. Michelle had turned the news back on and was watching intently.

“What do you know about his case?” Her attention was back on the phone call.

“Not much. I know they were in New York for ‘nother possible Son of Sam situation, but that’s it. You know your old man’s not one for sharing.”

“Okay, well contact someone on his team and see if he’s there or--”

“That’s the thing Kid. No one can get a hold of anyone on the team.”

She hung up the phone. Checking one more time to make sure Michelle was still distracted, she began dialing her father’s number. It rang and rang and rang but he never picked up. He didn’t pick up the second, third, or fourth time he called either.

Her heart picked up as she looked at her desk. She thought about leaving, driving up to New York and searching every street until she found him. But she couldn’t leave Michelle here unsupervised. If she was the rat, then she couldn’t leave her alone with valuable government secrets. But this was her dad. Sure he hadn’t been present much in her life, less so now, but he was her flesh and blood.

She see-sawed back and forth, unsure what she should do. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she dialed the one person who could help her at a crucial time like this.

“Hello?”

“Hey Mom, it’s Rory.”

“Oh Rory! How are you sweetie? Why are you calling so late? Are you in trouble?” There was a slight panic in her mother’s voice, and she knew she couldn’t tell her about Dad, or her job.

“No! No, I’m fine, but I have a question to ask you. I-- my friend is in a bit of a dilemma.” Her mother hummed, and she could see the knowing smile on her face. “You see, she has a job to do-- a really important job, but someone close to her is in trouble-- really big trouble. But if she goes to the person, she’s risking her job and a lot of people’s safety. But this person is irreplaceable. How does she know which one to do?”

After a moment of silence, her mother finally responded, “Well, your friend does have a big decision. But it ultimately comes down to what they feel is right. However, I will grant you this parcel of wisdom to pass on: jobs are important, yes, but they come and go. It’s the people in our lives we should worry about, because when they’re gone, they’re gone. And nothing can change that.”

“Thanks Mom.”

“Good luck, sweetie.” She disconnected the call, looking at her desk. Her mother was right, of course. She couldn’t abandon her father now, not when his life could be in danger. She returned to her desk, grabbing her jacket and bag.

“Rory? Are you okay?” Michelle stood from her desk, walking over.

“Uh. Yeah.” She spared a quick glance to her desk drawer before bringing herself back to the present. “Yeah. Family emergency. I gotta go.” She left her standing in the bullpen, brows furrowed.

As she assaulted the elevator button, she took her phone out again, dialing yet another person. Thankfully she knew he was up at least.

“Vance.”

“Sir, Agent Lee is still in the building. Last I saw her, she was in the bullpen. I’d have stayed with her but something important has come up and I have to go.

“Agent Baker, I don’t know how things used to run when you were in deep cover, but these types of things need to go through proper channels.” There was an air of annoyance in his voice as he spoke. She rolled her eyes, stepping out into the car lot. “You’re in the middle of a delicate and volatile case, and asking to leave--”

“With all due respect, Director,” she cut in,” I wasn’t asking. She hung up the phone, throwing her stuff into the passenger seat of her car before speeding off into the night. She knew she’d be reamed into the next year when she returned to work, but there were other important things for her to worry about and only one place she could go.

She reached down into her glove box, pulling out her emergency phone and dialing one last person. Her other phone was ringing like crazy, so with her emergency phone between her ear and shoulder, and her left hand on the steering wheel, she fished around until her hand came into contact with the buzzing metal. She powered it off just as the receiver picked up.

“Fornell--”

“Tobias, it’s Rory. Don’t save this number, it’s a burner. I need you to do something for me.”

“Rory--” There was an underlying exasperation tone to his voice.

“Please. I want the case file Dad was working on. If I can follow his steps, I might be able to know what happened.”

“That’s a whole lot of ‘ifs’ and ‘might’s’ Kid, but I’ll see what I can do.”

It was a little more than half an hour before she was pulling into the driveway of a grand house. She let out a puff of air, shaking her head. Fame, it seemed, had treated her father well. She stepped out of the car, making her way to the front of the house. She stopped at the birch tree by the patio, digging a small hole before wrapping her fingers around a tarnished key.

She dusted the dirt off the key, and made her way inside. She let out a low whistle as she took in the exterior. If there was one thing her father was fond of, it was the finer things in life. As she hung her jacket up, there was a deep bark and the sound of running coming at her.

“Mudgie!” Her father’s brown lab came barreling down the hall, tongue flopping in the wind. She dropped to one knee as the dog nearly toppled her over, licking her face excitedly. “I’ve missed you too, boy. You’ve gotten so big!” She knew he didn’t understand what she was saying, but that was okay. She was happy he was just happy to see her.

She stood up, using her sleeve to wipe away the saliva coating her face. Her dad had done quite a lot of renovations since the last time she’d been here. Of course that had been years ago, so she wasn’t too surprised that things had changed.

She turned on the small television he had in his kitchen, watching as the woman still covered the story. She pulled her laptop out of her bag and took a seat at his counter. There was an email containing her father’s case waiting for her. His entire case was at the tip of her fingers, and she had no time to go through every bit and retrace his steps. She squared her shoulders, ignored the panic tears wishing well in her eyes, and set forth.

The hours began to tick by, yet she was no closer to figuring out what was happening with her father than she was about what he was dealing with in New York. She combed through every piece of evidence she could, watched countless videos of murder, and waited for any type of call to let her know he was okay or hurt or dead.

It was hours before she ended up passed out on the counter, computer full of a gruesome case. Her cheek rested on the cold slab of marble, a little bit of drool falling from the corner of her mouth. Her phone was clutched in her hand, the insistent ringing from Vance had ended earlier in the night.

She didn’t hear when Mudgie barked happily as his owner stepped through the threshold, hand tightly wrapped around his glock. She didn’t see the soft look that crossed his face as he reupholstered his weapon. He powered down her laptop, setting it to the side. He went to the living room, pulling out a blanket and draping it over her shoulders.

More hours passed and the smell of fresh coffee pulled her from her slumber. She let out a high-pitched whine, stretching her arms out as her back cracked and groaned from the horrible position she slept in. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and the drool from her mouth, she found her father seated across from her. He had two mugs of coffee in front of him and slid one to her. She gave him a tight-lipped smile as she took the cup, careful to avoid contact.

The tension between them was enough to suffocate anyone. Both looked anywhere but each other, taking sips of their coffee. She’d been worried about him, of course, but now that he was here and alright, she didn’t know what to do or what to say. So she settled for keeping her eyes focused on her cup, letting the hot liquid warm her up.

“So, wanna tell me what you’re doing here, Kid?” His voice brought her eyes up. Of course the first thing he’d say to her would be direct and to the point. Her father was never one for short pleasantries.

“I got a call that a bomb went off in New York City, where you were because, apparently, you’re out of retirement.” Her words were true, but how she said them made them seem unnecessarily harsh. “Then no one can get in contact with you or your team. Where else was I supposed to go?”

A ghost of a smile crossed his face as he looked down at his cup. “I assumed you’d have gone to your mother’s.” He brought the cup to his mouth, giving her a pointed look.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want to worry her. It was bad enough I was panicking, I didn’t need her freaking out too.” She looked down at her cup, guilt creeping up her back. “She doesn’t know, by the way, about what happened or that you’re back at work.” She let out a deep breath, pushing the cup away from her. “Besides, you seem okay, so I guess I should go now.”

She made a move to stand, but he was faster than his age let on. He stood in front of her, both hands up to stop her. She let out a breath, giving him a pointed look.

“Stay, let me make you breakfast.”

“It’s two-thirty in the afternoon.”

“It’s never too late for Dad’s special pancakes.” He gave her a hopeful smile, and somewhere deep down inside her, it warmed her heart to see him making an effort.

“Only if they’re chocolatechip.” She sat back down, bringing the coffee back towards her. He clapped his hands together, moving around to grab an apron from a nearby pantry.

“Your wish, is my command.”

As he began pulling out the necessary ingredients, she went to the living room where his albums were and picked up one of her favorites. The wonderful sound of the Beatles filled the living room and the kitchen, and she listened as her father hummed along. She returned to her seat at the counter, watching as he expertly made his way around the kitchen, just like the rare times he was home when she was a child.

The fragrance of cake batter and chocolate swirled around her as he set a fresh plate in front of her. The two of them chowed down in silence, letting John and Paul fill the room.

Once the music died out and their plates were almost empty, she collected them, setting to work on washing the dishes. He poured them fresh cups of coffee and waited until she was seated before he spoke again.

“It’s been a long time, Kid.”

“Over seven years.” Another awkward pause settled between them. “I didn’t think you’d leave retirement.”

“Jason, uh, he resigned after a particularly nasty case. I offered to come back.” He licked his lips, taking a sip of his coffee. He cleared his throat, setting the cup down. “Your mom told me you got a new job.”

“I didn’t realize you and Mom still talked.”

“Our marriage wasn’t a bad one, just a badly timed one. And we’ll always be in each other’s lives, especially because of you, Rory. So come one, tell me about the new job.”

“I, uh, I still work for NCIS. I just kind of have a desk job now.”

“Desk job? Didn’t take you as the type to sit around all day. What do you do?”

“I’m, uh, I’m a field agent on the NCIS Major Case Response Team.” She took a sip of her coffee and he let out a chuckle.

“Should’ve known. Too much like your old man.”

Once again a thick silence fell over them, like a fog on a rainy morning. Several minutes passed where the only sound around them was Mudgie’s desperate whining and them taking sips of their coffee. She glanced at the clock and saw she’d missed an entire day of work. She was screwed seven ways to Sunday, but that was another day away.

“Well, it’s been great catching up Dad, but I have to go. I’ve missed work and I haven’t been home in over a day now.” She stood up quickly, gathering her stuff and making haste for the front door. She paused at the door, hand gripping the door handle. She glanced over her shoulder to see Mudgie had returned to her father’s side, resting his head on his leg. “I’m really happy you’re okay.”

“Me too. If you want, we can do dinner sometime. Just the two of us.”

“I’d like that.”

The last thing she saw before she closed the door was her father’s smile, something she hadn’t seen in a long time. There was a bittersweet silence in the moments that followed. She looked down at her phone as she let out a deep sigh. She had several missed calls from Vance, Michelle, and Brent, and only one missed call from Gibbs. Somehow, that terrified her more than Vance’s missed calls.

The next day was probably worse than not knowing if her father was alive or not. Thankful as she was that he was, now she’d have to face the two people who had a say over her livelihood. As she gripped the steering wheel on her way to work, she didn’t know if it’d be Gibbs or Vance that was going to yell at her, and she didn’t know which she’d prefer.

She swerved into the parking lot, narrowly missing Agent McGee as she found her parking space. She squared her shoulders and gathered her things. Just like her mother said, this was a job.

“You drive almost as bad as Ziva.” McGee was standing there with an annoyed look on his face.

“Yes, well, depending on Gibbs’ mood, you might not have to worry about me much longer.”

“What?” His face fell as he fell in step with her. “Why? What’d you do?” They stepped into the elevator together. McGee didn’t mind being a few minutes late today.

“I didn’t show up yesterday and my phone was shut off.” She swallowed the lump rising in her throat as she reminded herself to take deep and steady breaths.

“Well, do you at least have a good reason?”

“I like to think so.”

McGee gave her a pat on the back as the elevator doors opened to reveal her level. She took one step at a time, keeping her head held high as she found her way to the bullpen.

Michelle and Brent were bent over their respective desks, focused on the files in front of them. They didn’t hear her as she carefully set her stuff behind her desk. She was mere inches from sitting down when a loud and clear voice rang throughout the room, capturing everyone’s attention.

“You.” Gibbs stood at the other end of the bullpen, coffee in hand and eyes laser-focused on Aurora. He marched his way towards her, setting his coffee on his desk as he did so. As he passed her, she followed obediently. Vance had warned her about his elevator interrogations. She kept her chin up until he stopped the elevator, turning to look at her.

“You wanna tell me where you were yesterday?”

“Virginia.”

“What the hell were you doing in Virginia that was so damn important?” He raised his brows, staring at her expectantly. She had to tell him the truth about her.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out her wallet. She handed him her drivers license and the picture she kept tucked behind it. He glanced down at them. His brows furrowed as he held them further away from him, and she had to restrain herself from laughing.

“My real name is Aurora Rossi. Baker is my mom’s maiden name. My dad is SSA David Rossi, renowned crime author and federal agent. Two nights ago, it was brought to my attention that he left retirement, when I got a call that a bomb went off where he was during a case he was working.

“That picture is one of the few pictures where me, him, and my mom are all together. After their divorce, my dad’s career began taking off. He was home less and less. Days between visits turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and finally, months turned into years. Before yesterday, it’d been almost a decade since I last spoke to or saw him.”

There was silence between them. She felt like a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and in that moment, she didn’t care if Gibbs was angry or not. He handed her back the picture and ID, allowing her to put them back before he spoke again.

“Why don’t you use his name?”

She couldn’t resist letting out a scoff. “Isn’t it obvious? Anything I did in life would have been because of him, not because of me. My accomplishments, my work, my life would be his, not mine. And I hate groupies.”

He let out a soft chuckle as he turned back towards the elevator. He exhaled, glancing over to her. “Rule eight: never take anything for granted. You did the right thing, Kid.”

Hearing him say that made her feel better. Though she wasn’t out of the woods just yet, she felt more confident facing Vance, knowing Gibbs backed her up. She let a tiny smile slip through as he flipped a switch to get the elevator moving again. But just before the doors opened, he reached up and slapped the back of her head.

“Rule three: never be unreachable.”

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[doppelwertig]

Into the floods

It's 7:30 a.m. and I decide to head to the peaceful spa town I've been avoiding for five years now. It is the small place for which, or rather for the person living in it at the time, I moved to the south.

This town has been a spiky thorn in my heart for the last few years and I just couldn't bring myself to walk the old streets again. But today, December 21st, 2023, the time has come. I just spontaneously travel there. I left work behind. It will still be there when I get back, although I don't know when that will be.

I'm setting out because I want to part with an item whose absence would have hurt for a long time.

About the importance of beloved objects

In 2012 I bought a bracelet and had my master put it on me. Even though I parted with my necklace and collar, I couldn't part with the stainless steel around my wrist. I don't even like the strict feeling of metal...but it's soaked in memories. It is now rusty, grimy and can hardly be closed properly.

The thought of getting rid of the bracelet tore me up years ago. I wasn't ready. Probably also out of pain about how much I missed what I had in this relationship. So I've tried reframing for the last few years. But how effective is changing your thinking with an object that was placed on you by someone who is still so close to your heart?

I have to at least replace it. It took some research, but then I found a bracelet that looked identical. Ultimately, I love the style and meaning too much to part with a look that suits me. It will be here in a few days.

I wanted to give the old bracelet to the river we sat by so often. At first I planned to just walk a few meters to the river part in my city, but it is more correct to visit the place where it all began.

New and old

It is said that it takes the body 7 to 10 years to completely replace all of its cells. However, the skin cells are recreated after just a few weeks. In May it will be 7 years for this body. I always liked the idea that soon there wouldn't be a cell in my body that he touched - a kind of cellular new beginning. Even if the descendants may vaguely remember the bittersweet touches.

With these clammy feelings, I got off the train and stumbled to the new display board, which didn't exist the last time I was there. I no longer knew in which direction the small island in the river that I wanted to go to later was. Luckily this map existed. I planned the route like this: to his old apartment, then through some backstreets, on to the island and then to one of the train stations, depending on what felt right later.

Just walking a few meters on the platform tore me apart. Here I was often picked up or send home accompanied by a small dog...time for a certain song.

Ewigheim - …

On the way to the old apartment it became more and more difficult. I couldn't see the old porch because of the now very tall hedges - but the entrance at the back offered the same barren sight as before. Even the black dirt seemed to still adorn the same parts of the house wall.

I saw the crack where we found the lost cat under the balcony and the outline of the old rusty bicycle popped up in the driveway.

Die Heart - Eins (feat. 8Kids)

It was time. I said goodbye to the apartment and chose a new song. Shuffle gets you the right thing. This part of the journey, especially with this song, was hard. Tears formed as I slowly had to pass a train stop. Some guy pointed his phone camera at me. I stared up angrily, but continued on, undeterred.

Soon the climax of the song was approaching and I wanted to scream so much, but I can't. “That’s what my soul sounds like,” I thought. She croaks from all the internal screaming.

So just keep going. I wanted to be close to the river, so I had to go to a place where countless dogs are walked. Two people and their worried animals eyed me as I headed towards the front of the river island, bundled up and with a red face.

All the way to the sea

I had worn the bracelet until now, but I could hardly feel it due to the thick winter padding. I pulled out my phone. I wanted to capture the location of the river: dirty-looking rapids where the water roared past me with incredible force. Then take off the bracelet and take a photo of it at the location. Great, no problem at all.

Now put the cell phone away - “Oh, change the song first”. I anxiously fumbled the phone in and out a few times.

TANZWUT – Meer

I knelt down and held the shimmering stainless steel ring in my hands. Somehow I wanted to let go - to stop being so attached to this person. I remembered the beautiful moments, all the things I miss and the things for which I haven't yet found suitable new people. But my heart should be open to it.

Big tears and the snottiest snot in a long time burst out of me. I just let everything go. This is probably the sadness that only the sea can contain.

I longed for the sea.

TANZWUT – Bis zum Meer feat. Moran Magal

After killing two more tissues, I prepared to put the bracelet in the river with a new song. I didn't want to throw it, I wanted to dip it in slowly and then let it go, feeling the cold water on my fingers.

It took me a while to gather the courage I needed. My fingers were already completely cold when I left it to the waves. I immediately lost sight of it. Tears streamed down my cheeks again.

Although I couldn't promise myself that it would be the last time I shed tears over this person, I at least knew that all the water in the world would be there for me.

My gaze lingered on the waves for a while until I decided to leave. I disposed of the small ball of snot flags in the nearest wastebasket and began the slow walk back to the train stop. I didn't care when the next train came. Just wait there and see.

Longing

An incredible longing for the Baltic Sea spread within me. Actually, there's nothing I'd rather do right now than take the next train and stare at the sea for a few days. But I have responsibilities and obligations.

Now I'm waiting for the new bracelet. Let's see how that feels.

#writing

[softnasty]

#wipwednesday again!! sneak peak of chapter 2 of my jyn/cassian politics au! you can already read chapter 1 here on ao3.

Senator Mothma comes back from taping Lando's show with Tay Kolma in tow. In typical Tay Kolma fashion, Kolma is wearing a light blue suit jacket over his white shirt. His pale gray slacks have the faintest checkered pattern on them if you look really closely, which Cassian is. 

In the middle of the bullpen, Cassian is front row to Mothma's chief of staff's motivational speech. It's 12pm on what should have just been a regular, no big fuss workday for all of them. Instead, Cassian has to stare at Kolma's eccentric — but impeccable — fashion choices as he dishes out commonplace after commonplace on chaos and how to keep going and thrive when everything is seemingly falling apart.

[more under the cut because i couldn't resist sharing my entire 1st scene for the chapter hehe]

The words falling apart are a bit too strong for Cassian's liking but what does he know, really. It'd probably be too presumptuous of him anyway to pretend that everything's fine when he's literally an emergency replacement expected to help clean up this mess and ensure a smooth transition like nothing ever happened. So, perhaps Cassian's downplaying things a little, at least to himself, if only to keep his sanity and avoid freaking the fuck out.

When Kolma finishes his speech, Cassian sets himself on a mission to find where Brasso must inevitably be hiding. He's barely turned on his heel when Kolma sidles up to him, clapping a hand to Cassian's shoulder.

"So. Campaign manager? Everything good so far?"

Cassian chuckles weakly.

"I guess. Haven't done much in the 3 hours since my appointment."

It's not even a lie. He's barely made a dent in the pile of folders and emails that have been handed over to him, his calendar has grown twofold in terms of volume of invitations, and his phone hasn't stopped buzzing. Nothing from Jyn. 

The only substantial thing he's accomplished is signing the amendment to his work contract, a task that happened under Kay's supervision because Cassian's day was, at this point, becoming a collection of all his worst fears and dislikes. Jyn is barely out of the door, Cassian's voicemail is unanswered, and Cassian has already signed his name to a two-pager instating him in her position. 

"Well, you need anything, you tell me, alright?" Kolma claps his shoulder again. 

Cassian nods and goes to find Brasso.

****

He doesn't even make it to the hallway.

This is quite literally the worst day of Cassian's life. He thinks of those old-school hidden camera shows, wonders for a delirious second if maybe this is an elaborate set-up to see how long it takes him to crack.

Cassian narrowly avoids crashing straight into Mothma's husband as he steps out of the bullpen, desperate to reach the archives where he knows Brasso will be hiding. Like he doesn't fucking know that Cassian knows all of his hiding spots in the office. Cassian glares at Mothma's husband and asks the stars above, not for the first time, why such a useless piece of a man is even allowed to exist. 

A note, for the blissfully ignorant souls of the galaxy: Tay Kolma, in addition to being a fantastic chief of staff, has been linked to Senator Mothma in numerous scandalous rumors, the most notable one claiming that they were engaged in their early twenties. Each time the rumor crops up, Mothma sends out the same statement on how Kolma has been a friend since childhood and she cherishes the bond they have. The press calls him her work husband. Cassian tries to also stay blissfully unaware, but it's near impossible when anyone remotely involved with galactic politics has such a high affection for gossip. Because Cassian tries his best to stay away from all the office gossip, no one's ever asked him for his opinion but if you did, he would tell you that Mothma deserves better than Perrin. 

"Ah! Cassian Andor, the man of the hour!"

Cassian gives Mothma's real, actual husband the phoniest smile he can muster.

"I really need to get going." Cassian lies as he tries to move past Perrin.

#rebelcaptain #fic i wrote #wip wednesday #rogue one fic #i don't usually write ensemble cast so i'm having SO MUCH FUN with this rn ngl #very very excited to write the bits of this chapter with han solo 👀👀👀👀 #me: i need to go to bed early tonight also me: no sleep until we have sth decent to share for wipwed #make no plans and none can be broken

[ralfmaximus]

Weather Balloon

Dale’s hands were shaking so badly he could barely dial the phone.

“Whiteman Air Force base. How may I direct your call?”

Dale took a deep breath. He had to sound calm, credible.

“I just saw a UFO. I mean, I’d like to report a sighting—“

“One moment please,” came the reply. No judgment, no surprise, no laughter. Maybe they handled this sort of thing all the time. Dale listened to military recruitment ads while he waited, which was good because it allowed him to organize his thoughts.

“Sergeant Donnelly.”

The voice on the phone sounded weary.

“I’d like to report an unidentified flying object. A machine, actually, hovering over my property. It was circular, maybe 60 feet in diameter, and it emitted a blue glow—“

“Son, hold on a sec. You saw a what?”

Dale sighed. “A flying saucer. I swear, that’s what it was. Hovering in broad daylight, over—“

“Now, son,” he imagined Sergeant Donnelly as a grizzled old war vet, stuck answering phones, but still doing his duty, patiently dealing with the public. “I’ll be happy to take your report, but honestly? Most of these things turn out to be regular military aircraft, tricks of the light—“

“It was metal,” Dale interrupted. “And glowing blue. It hovered over my yard, then shot off at thousands of miles an hour. It was not a plane.”

“I see. One moment, please.”

The line clicked, and Dale caught the last few seconds of the recruitment ad before it looped. Donnelly returned quickly.

“Okay, now I’m recording. Tell me what you saw again.”

Dale repeated what he’d said, and included every detail he could think of. Eventually Donnelly thanked him for his report and made end-of-call sounds.

“That’s it?” Dale asked. “That’s all? What happens next?”

“Well, son, frankly… nothing. We file a copy with the FAA and keep it here for 90 days before it gets tossed. Unless you got photographic evidence?”

Dale bit his lip. “No. I didn’t have my phone.”

“So. No photos, no evidence, just… a citizen saw something weird. Not much to go on, you understand.”

“But what do you think it was? You’re the expert. You know what I saw. Surely you know something.”

Donnelly was silent for many seconds before answering.

“You saw a weather balloon. That’s what I’d go with. A weather balloon.”

Dale’s frustration and rage boiled over. “That was no balloon! I told you—“

“Yep. Definitely a weather balloon. I’m even writing it down here. Resolved: Weather Balloon. You have a nice day, hear?”

The line clicked and Dale nearly threw the phone. He paced his living room, peered out between the drapes at the sky, went outside, came back in. He dug his camera out of the closet and replaced the batteries before slipping it into a front pocket.

Weather balloon! He ground his teeth in fury.

But then a thought occurred. Ten seconds of Googling gave him the phone number he wanted.

“KSHB ActionNews, your Kansas City source for news! How may I direct your call?”

“Weather desk. I’d like to speak with a meteorologist, please.”

The music-on-hold was soft and jazzy, and after ten minutes Dale was about to hang up. What was he hoping to accomplish? It was a silly notion after all, not bound to resolve anything… but just as he’d decided to hang up a new voice greeted him.

“Parker, meteorology.”

Dale decided to be careful. Raving about UFOs was a bad idea.

“Um… what do you know about weather balloons?”

Long pause. “You mean in general? Like, you’re doing a school science project?”

Dale laughed. “No, no… I mean, what do they look like?”

“Ah. Thought you sounded a little old for school. Weather balloons… well, big, round, and usually silver. Close to the ground they’re kind of torpedo shaped, like a really long jellyfish. See one at altitude and it’s round, more traditionally balloon-like. Why?”

“Well,” Dale took a breath. “What’s the chance I’d see one floating around? Kind of… hovering… over my neighborhood?”

Another long pause as if Meteorologist Parker was adjusting the phone, maybe sitting down. “Whereabouts you live?”

Dale told him. This earned another long pause.

“Mister Parker? You still there?”

“Oh, hmm," Parker eventually replied. "Just trying to decide… oh hell, why not? The truth? Your chances of seeing a weather balloon out there are zero. Zilch. None.”

Dale blinked, stood up straighter. “Tell me why.”

“Well, it’s very simple. Weather forecasters haven’t used ‘em for close to 40 years! Last balloon I remember working with was… 1978? Yeah. Something like that. Even then it was kind of cute. I mean, we’ve had Doppler radar, satellites, remote wireless reporting stations… for years. Hell, even I get most of my weather from Google! So you seeing a weather balloon in this day and age is kinda impossible.”

“I see,” Dale whispered. The saucer was back. He could see it hovering over treetops, between the gap in the living room curtains.

“So tell me why you called… no, lemme guess. You saw a UFO. Right?”

“Um,” Dale watched the saucer approach low over the trees, branches waving gently below. It emitted a blue glow, pale but visible in broad daylight. There was a hissing noise, like static.

“Hello? What?” Parker sounded agitated. “Oh crap, I have another call, one sec.”

Parker put Dale on hold as the saucer descended in front of the trees. Dale held the phone to his ear listening to smooth jazz, watching the saucer come in for a landing.

The phone clicked, buzzed, and a familiar voice returned to the line.

“I changed my mind,” he heard Sergeant Donnelly say. “Not a weather balloon. Swamp gas. Repeat that back to me, son.”

The saucer had set down, the blue glow fading. A seam appeared in the side, like a doorway. The seam expanded into a black gap.

Dale tried to say something, anything, but all he could manage was a hoarse whisper.

“Close enough. Yep. Definitely swamp gas. And leave the nice weather people alone, you hear me? We’ll be in touch.”

The phone clicked dead in his hand. A slab of saucer-metal had separated from the hull and lowered to the ground, like a ramp. A pair of F-16s roared overhead and the sound of helicopters came to him from the distance, growing closer.

“Swamp gas,” Dale whispered into the dead phone.

#me #writing #ufo