#so i celebrate this month by passing tf out

[rhoorl]

Week in Review | Nov. 5

It’s kind of hard to believe Halloween was this past week, right? If you celebrated, I hope you had fun. I had a very enthusiastic little helper with me to help pass out candy. It routinely cracks me up how two introverts made an extrovert, but here we are. 

This week, Mr. Rhoorl and I bid adieu to our beloved TLOU Halloween Horror Nights house. It was such a fun event and I loved seeing Joel 😉. We don’t get out much just the two of us, so those were special nights for sure. Now we transition to seeing all of the fun holiday celebrations at the various theme parks around us. 

I didn’t read as much as I wanted to this week, my TBR list is growing more and more unmanageable by the day 😆 But alas, here's the week in review starting out with what I read.

Fics I read this week:

Frankie Morales

The Pilot and His Girl by @avastrasposts - I finally caught up on the last chapter and it was literally everything I wanted! I’ve been following along with this story for months and have felt every emotion throughout the journey. I just love this story so so much and Mel did a fantastic job weaving the TF world into TLOU.

Javier Peña

the angel + the devil by @undercoverpena - This is a fun little Halloween extra in the Late Night Text series I loved so much. This couple is just the cutest and Javi is still a menace!

Unworthy by @morallyinept - Jett’s giflets are so good (there’s a Marcus Moreno one I have my eyes on to read this week)! I’m continually in awe at what emotions she can elicit in less than 500 words. I went through a bit of a rollercoaster reading this one (in the best way!)

Marcus Pike

Headshots by @secretelephanttattoo - The fourth installment in this series was seriously everything I wanted.  Marcus fics are like a warm hug and El writes him so well! 

Joel Miller

Strings by @trulybetty - The way I devoured this series in a day! This was such a beautiful story of two people who found comfort in one another. Apologies for the spam reblogs that day Betty, but I couldn’t get enough!

Dieter Bravo

Broadcasting Live Tonight by @morallyinept - I still haven’t fully recovered from Pedro’s surprise appearance on SNL and stuff like this doesn’t help 😆 This one-shot follows Dieter as he hosts SNL.

Props To

A big congratulations to @trulybetty on her Autumnal Offerings series. It was so fun to follow along all month with the various prompts. Although I am biased with Sequins!Joel, I loved the little glimpses of Marcus, Frankie, Dieter, Tim, and others throughout the month. 

Current Compulsory Series:

These are the series I am keeping up with at the moment. Delta Palms Tropical Resort (Frankie) by @linzels-blog 

I Like the Way You (Frankie) by @undercoverpena

Destiny & Deliverance (Dieter) by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

Paranoid Heat (Javi P) by @goodwithcheese

It’s Never Too Late (Javi P) by @javierpena-inatacvest Madeline! I’m so behind but I want to catch up on this soon!

Posts from the week:

The Catfish Pond PhD Program is still going strong. If you missed it, here’s Module 7 from Professor @legendary-pink-dot.

As much as I love the fanfic part of this site, I equally love the fan art side! @perennialdoll247 captured Javi so beautifully here!

Feral corner:

Want some Javi P thots? Read this post from @beabliss (and subsequent reblogs) about things he’d say to you.

I didn’t do a great job of keeping track of the feralness from the week. I am in the midst of working on a 2024 Pedro calendar for my desk, so I’ve been saving a lot of photos 😂

Things I watched:

I got it in under the wire, but I did watch Hocus Pocus. We had it on while the trick-or-treaters were going around. I really love that movie. On the TV front, my trash TV shows are in full swing so I’ve been enjoying those when I can.

Today I am finally going to the movies after several weeks away. I’m going to go see The Marsh King’s Daughter. Why? Because Garrett Hedlund is in it. I have no shame. Speaking of Garrett, he released a single this week for the Desperation Road movie he was in. 

Personal Stuff

Putting this here as part of accountability to myself - week two of my health journey is in the books! Things have been going well on that front because I can actually see progress. The holidays are a bit tricky, but I'm hoping to have some solid routines and habits down by then.

Fic updates:

Apparently, it was smut week for me. I posted a Benny Miller one-shot, Are You on Mute? and then Chapter 16 of Working Title. Thank you to everyone who’s been sticking with me on that one, I think to say it was a slow burn is an understatement when it takes 16 damn chapters lol 🫢 But, hopefully, it was worth it.

Delta Landscaping Chapter 9 is coming along and should be posted this week (maybe tomorrow if I can get my act together). I did take some time this week to get myself organized, so hopefully, that will help me with subsequent updates. Doing two fics at the same time is a bit more than I bargained for!

Thank you as always for reading and interacting. I hope you find a reason to smile this week 🙂

Masterlists

Working Title (Dieter, series, ongoing) | AO3 

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier, series, ongoing) | AO3

Turbulence (Frankie, one-shot) | AO3 Are You on Mute? (Benny Miller, one-shot) | AO3

#rhoorl week in review #rhoorl fic rec #pedro pascal fanfiction

[usafphantom2]

A Flight of Four Mustangs Celebrates WWII Fighter Pilot’s 100th Birthday

March 20, 2024 Vintage Aviation News Warbirds News 0

The formation of four Mustangs flying over Lake Lanier, north of Atlanta.

United Fuel Cells

Mission accomplished! On Tuesday, March 19, World War II pilot Paul Crawford fulfilled his dream of flying in a P-51 Mustang like the one he commanded 79 years ago in China, where he flew 29 missions until he was shot down in 1945. Now 100, Buckhead resident Crawford was delighted when the Liberty Foundation and Inspire Aviation Foundation took him up in a TF-51D on a perfect blue-sky day for flying.

TF-51 “E Pluribus Unum” piloted by owner Bob Bull with Paul Crawford in the back leads the formation over Lake Lanier. The camera ship was a Bonanza piloted by long time Liberty Foundation’s pilot Cullen Underwood.

For the occasion, four P-51 Mustangs landed at the Dekalb-Peachtree Airport and parked at Atlantic Aviation, the FBO that supported this unique event. Mr. Crawford lovingly touched the nose and wing of one of the Mustangs when he first walked up to it, reuniting after a 79-year separation. LtCol Ray Fowler, Liberty Foundation Chief Pilot, and pilot Bob Bull helped Crawford into the back seat of the TF-51 and gave him an exhilarating 30-minute ride.

The organizers envisioned the participation of only one P-51, but a quick round of calls sparked the interest of other owners who enthusiastically decided to participate in the event. Bob Bull, Steve Maher, and Rodney Allison flew their Mustangs to Atlanta bringing the total number to four:

P-51D “Old Crow” (N451MG) – Pilot Ray Fowler – Liberty Foundation P-51D “Rebel” (N3BB) – Pilot Rodney Allison P-51 “E Pluribus Unum” (N351B) – Pilot Bob Bull – P-51 “Ain’t Missbehavin” (N51K) – Pilot Steve Maher

The Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor and Paul graduated six months later, during which time Congress passed the law to draft 18-year-olds. “I knew that I was going to be drafted so I went to Atlanta to talk with the Army Air Corps [sic] and the Navy about flying,” shared Mr. Crawford. ”The Navy said they would accept me for flight training but wanted me to go right then to their Great Lakes training center. The Air Corps told me they would accept me, but to go on back to college and they would notify me when to report.” said Crawford. Paul went back to Americus, entered Georgia Southwestern College, and shortly thereafter he received his draft notice to report to Fort McPherson in Atlanta on January 2, 1942.

Paul Crawford in his P-51 ‘Little Rebel’ ( photo by Paul Crawford Collection)

Paul had an older brother, Tim, who had gone into the Air Corps before Pearl Harbor and was flying B-26s, a medium bomber. He ended up flying combat in the B-17 Flying Fortress out of North Africa. The older brother influenced Paul’s choice, convincing him that the Air Corps had better aircraft, “I thought the water was, as they say, too deep and too wide to swim!” said Mr. Crawford.

With about 100 hours on the P-51 and 250-275 hours total, Mr. Crawford was sent off to Chengtu, China assigned to the 311th Fighter Group, 529th Fighter Squadron protecting the B-29 bases. As these B-29s transferred to the Pacific Theater, his squadron was transferred to Hsian headed for combat. At the time, Mr. Crawford was estimated to have only accumulated another 60 hours of flying time.

On his 29th mission, Mr. Crawford was shot down by ground fire while strafing a small railroad facility. After getting hit, he bailed out and was picked up by Chinese Communist guerillas. A few days earlier one of his housemates had been shot down and captured by the Japanese who cut his head off and put it up on a gate post. After a 200-mile-long walk, chased by the Japanese a couple of times, yet still evading capture, Mr. Crawford ended up at a compound owned by a wealthy family. A few miles from the compound was an airstrip where the OSS (U.S. Office of Strategic Services) brought downed airmen out. After the flight, Mr. Crawford talked about his experience: “When I recall my time in World War II, I always start by saying, I was not a hero! I was just there! That is not false modesty because it is the way I have always felt. I flew the P-51 Mustang.”

Mr. Crawford who has time in P-40, P-47, A-24, and P-51C, believes that the P-51 was the best fighter plane of its day. “There’s nothing in the world like that airplane,” Crawford said. “I loved doing the maneuvers again.” Paul Crawford was surrounded by several friends, his son-in-law, Tommy, and dozens of Liberty Foundation and Inspire Aviation Foundation members eager to have their pictures taken with him, shake his hand, and thank him for his service.

Ezoic

After serving in WWII, Paul Crawford finished college at Georgia Tech with a degree in Industrial Management. That’s also where he met his wife, Jean. They had a daughter and were married for sixty-one years when Jean passed away. Paul worked in the paper industry and for the U.S. Envelope Company until he retired in 1988. Paul currently lives in Atlanta and participates in aviation and historical WWII events.

This special event was made possible thanks to the support of Bob Bull, Ray Fowler Chief Pilot of The Liberty Foundation, Steve Maher, Atlantic Aviation FBO, Cullen Underwood with Vintage Flights, and Inspire Aviation Foundation.

Paul Crawford after the successful flight with (L to R), Cullen Underwood (Camera ship pilot), Bob Bull, Ray Fowler, and Rodney Allison.

[oswinunknown]

ozmien band au meetcute

me and some friends on a discord server are getting really deep into this band au with our captainsonas and some mark egos, so heres oz's (the drummer of the band) meetcute with damien inside the au

ozmien meetcute cause why tf not

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oz sighed as he tightened the sweater strings on his green hoodie, eyes darting around the bookstore making sure no one could recognise him.

it was the first break he and the rest of the Captain⁵ got since the first leg of their "JUMPING IN AGAIN" tour. daily practices and performances giving the members virtually little to no leisure time to rest. it was a demanding job, yet every time the drummer stepped out into the stage with crowds of people crying out their names with smiles on their faces, he know he wouldn't trade it for the world 

however it did make going out leagues harder.

growing up, seeing clips of the beatles running from rabid beatlemaniacs on the street was nothing but a joke played up for the camera. oz found it improbable for fans to be that frantic about their favorite celebrity.

yet after being chased around several cities for the upteenth time he finally learned his lesson.

oz's eyes scanned the book filled shelves intently. 

'fiction authors h, fiction authors i, fiction authors j-'

oz stopped.

fiction authors o. in the next aisle!

rounding the corner, oz fiddled with his hoodie right as his body slammed into another who was doing the same.

stumbling backwards, the drummer let out a small yelp before quickly recomposing himself and going to help the person he just ran into.

on the other side of the bookshelf stood a rather tall man bending down to pick up the pile of books he had in his hands. his slick suit seemed almost soft in the yellow light of the bookshop.

"im so sorry," oz whispered, bending down to help him pick up his items. "i wasn't looking at where i was going."

the man chucked breathily, "its fine, me neither!" he whispered back.

smiling inwardly, the drummer picked up the last book before looking up at the man he hit. 

"thank you! again im so sorry for hitting you-" the main trailed off, his eyes meeting oz's brown ones.

it looked straight out of a romcom. 

oz stared at the man in front of him, eyes wide as a blush formed on his face.

the man was the same, a blush appearing on his tan skin, his softly swooped hair perfectly accenting his wide eyes. 

"im-i-im sorry too. really."

the man paused before smiling softly and standing.

"again, it's fine. here." the man extended his free hand out, oz taking it reluctantly before blushing harder at his calloused yet soft palm.

once oz stood, he was ready for the man to awkwardly leave before he noticed that he hadn't moved from his place.

"im damien, pleasure to meet you-?"

oz paused, "the names oswin, the pleasures all mine."

"so, oswin, what brings you to the bookshop?"

"oh, im looking for this one gatsby book. not the original one but the one where-"

"-carraway and gatsby move away to live a nice life together as husbands?" damien interrupted, eyes lit up excitedly.

"yes! the pursuit and the pursuing by aj odasso?"

"the very same! i read it last month and i absolutely loved it, i could lend you my copy and save you the hassle if you want? i live on this street and could grab it right now."

oz stopped for a moment.

while he really had hoped he would own his own copy of the book, he wouldn't mind getting to read it while getting to know damien as well.

"sure!" oz replied, a smile on his face. "do you… want to meet up later at the cafe at the end of the block? i can buy you a coffee in exchange for me lending the book?"

damien agreed, the two splitting off into different directions to meet later at 5pm.

the drummer passed by a bubble mirror at the corner of the store and realized that he had his hood down the entire time.

panic swept through the Captain⁵ member until he realized that he probably wasn't the type to be into the band's kind of music. 

the drummer quickly fixed his hood before making his way around the store to buy the other books and stationary he came for.

by the end of his shopping he stepped out into the chilling autumn breeze and checked his phone.

[4:45pm]

pocketing the phone, oz turned to his left and made his way to the coffee shop, his mind screaming at him to ease the nerves.

opening the door with a soft bell chime, the drummer glanced around to see damien on his phone sitting at one of the tables adjacent to the windows peering out into the street. 

"hey," oz greeted, sitting at the table across from him.

damien greeted back, a smile on his face as he pocketed his phone before turning to his messenger bag beside him.

"i got you the book! its not that badly torn up but my dog mosbius may have used it as a toy one night."

sliding the book towards oz, the band member chuckled lightly before taking the book and placing it into his plastic bag of books.

"thank you, and i don't mind the tear. at least the books got history no?"

damien nodded. "definitely."

the two continued to talk before finally getting up and ordering their drinks. 

the day turned into twilight and eventually the duo had to split ways. quickly exchanging numbers into the others phone before splitting again into the setting sun.

smiling softly to himself, oz rummaged his bag for the book he was lent to quickly skim the description on the back.

flipping through the page absentmindedly, the drummer noticed a lone sticky note on the back of the cover. 

"I love your music btw! a big fan <3"

oz blushed. he had known who he was!

…and he was fine with it?

smiling brightly, he placed the book back into his plastic bag and took out his phone to message damien.

oz paused again. 

his contact read [damien york]

he was the fucking mayor too?

shaking off the shock, oz began to type

---

[damien york]

"hey, thanks for the book again! want to meet up again soon?"

"for sure! id love to meet again, friday at the same time?"

"im down!"

"see you then mr mayor! ;) "

"likewise, oh captain of mine <3"

---

as the drummer closed his phone and placed it into his pocket. the man let his hood down and walked back down the street to the hotel the band was staying at. a skip in his step as his face blushed madly into the night.

oz could get used to this.

#osmien #ficswin #band au #captain^5 #captain⁵ #damien the mayor #mayor damien #damien x oz #mayor attorney #ig??? #mayor drummer?

[oddinary4bts]

tfs jk and oc, good luck for your midterms🌟 what are you guys going to do to celebrate after??

Jungkook:

Thank you! We are hosting a Halloween party at the house at the end of the month. It’s a little after midterms but I couldn’t convince the boys to do it before. Apart from that I still have a couple of apartments to visit for OC so hopefully we’ll find one that works and can focus on moving her in!

OC:

Gosh I’m so anxious now that nationals have passed. Thank you! I’m going out with the girls and Scottie for Thirsty Thursdays and then it’s apartment hunting with Jungkook

#the forgotten spaces ask #the forgotten spaces #jungkook #the forgotten spaces series #anon ask #ask the characters

[humble-boness]

02.10.2021

Day 18-19/100 of Productivity

Whoops I passed out before I could post for 1st October, so here goes.

1st October - What is your favourite thing about autumn?

2nd October - Do you have any autumn traditions?

My favourite thing about autumn and also a tradition I begin every september is to start lighting candles at night. The weather is just cosy enough that I can do so without feeling like I'm wasting ^^ combined with fairy lights my room looks much better.

Edit: I credit @myhoneststudyblr for initiating the autumn studying challenge (in case people don't read tags).

#modskye'scorner #aesthetics #bujo #humbly #100 days of productivity #autumn studying challenge #the reason why i passed out was that i could not carry the insanely heavy groceries by biking back #and fell multiple times in the rain #too tired to cook dinner I decided to eat my only processed food item kabanosi my beloved #and this brand tasted cringe compared to what i normally like #so i celebrate this month by passing tf out #astudentslifebuoy

[allpromarlo]

i have a feeling nfl reporters breaking the news about tom brady's retirement two days early is gonna set off a string of events in the nfl that i'm not going to enjoy

#in the sense of lebron passing kobe on the all time scoring list and everything going to shit in the matter of three months #listen as long as my team isn't involved and nobody dies i guess go for it but calm down aight #we don't wanna go through january 2020 again #anyways #i know everybody's slandering and celebrating brady's retirement which idk y'all i don't really care i never watched the man #but he respects lamar (not a lot of people do for NO reason at all) so i'll be civilized #enjoy your retirement it was long overdue LMAO #who tf plays football until they're 44? that man was mental #goodnight and lights out folks #nfl #tampa bay buccaneers #tom brady #new england patriots #crine he didn't even mention them in his retirement post...the disrespect #you ain't have to do them like that LMFAOOOOOO

[shotorozu]

Heyhey! It's 20th november here and uh, it's my birthday! Yeepee yoohoo or whatevs i suppose, um, is it okay if i request Bakugou, Todoroki, and Tamaki with an S/O who's crying on their bday? Like maybe life has been hard on them for the last few months and now everyone is pressuring them using "act more mature" or "you're old enough to stop acting like a kid" or sumn, and the fact that they're getting older just kinda makes them sad cuz now people are going to expect MORE from them. I hope that's aight, thanks✨💕

aaa happy birthday :) if you’re experiencing that then i’m sorry :(( you’re supposed to feel special on your birthday, so this is my birthday treat to you 🤍

you’re sad on your birthday

characters : bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, amajiki tamaki

legend : [Y/N = your name] i’ll use they/them pronouns. reader has a strong quirk

fic type : headcanons [comfort; angst-ish to fluff]

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bakugou katsuki

he likes to pretend he doesn’t really care that much about your birthday

again, he’s pretty tsundere— that’s how katsuki is

IN REALITY

katsuki cares about your birthday a lot

he’s been saving up for your gift for a few months, and he will NOT fuck this up

so, he’s kinda shocked when he sees your melancholic expression the entire day

you’re someone that’s usually pretty laid back, and you seem pretty carefree

you do what you want, even if it seems a little immature at some times

but— why do you look that way??

so he comes to confront you around dinner time while holding his gift behind his back, asking what the hell is wrong with you

but your eyes,, they’re teary eyed

“what’s wrong idiot?? isn’t it your birthday??”

he’s kinda confused, but his spirit is right

“i don’t know katsuki, it’s like it’s crashing down on me”

your room is dark, so he places the gift onto your desk quietly— before running his hands along the side of your arms

“talk to me, idiot. what’s on your mind?”

and that’s when you voice all your worries.

on how you’re getting older and older by the second. even though you guys are still young, the expectations people have on you are building up on you

“everyone says im being ‘immature’ for my age, and i’m starting to think it’s true.”

you heave, and you push your head against his chest (not wishing to see his face)

“Y/N, look at me.”

begrudgingly, you look at him— tears rolling down your face

and even in the dark, you can see that genuine expression on his face

“fuck everyone’s expectations. look, it might be pretty plain of me to say this, but does some random extra’s opinion matter? no- hell no. it’s irrelevant.”

and it’s actually quite true, you’re lost for words— are you surprised? no. bakugou has a habit of doing that, catching you by surprise.

“also, you’re not immature. you’re just really genuine, and take that compliment— idiot.”

you giggle. you’re no longer crying— and you wrap your arms around his torso “thank you, katsuki”

“no problem, idiot. i’ll beat up any idiot that’ll say that shit about you.”

you guys lay in silence for a while, and he pulls you off of him— and walks back to your gift

“happy birthday, idiot.”

todoroki shouto

he’s oddly ethusiastic about your birthday

“love, where do you wanna go on your birthday? i’ll get anything you want.”

though, he’s confused when you’re not sharing the same ethusiasm.

you’re pretty relaxed and upgoing, so this is a little off. something is weird.

he doesn’t like pushing things onto you, so hours before your birthday,

he comes to your room, and you’re simply staring at the clock— watching as time passes by you.

“what’s wrong, love? it’s fine to hate birthday celebrations”

he’s too blunt, but expect that from him

you sigh, trying to find the words that you want to say. he encourages you by running his left hand along your back

“it’s my birthday soon, and everyone is expecting so much of me.”

he blinks

he doesn’t understand, but— he’s waiting for you to elaborate.

“i mean, given my quirk— i’d see why but. in the end, they always forget that i can’t meet their expectations.”

you tear up

“and i’m getting older, and it’s building up on me. i know i have to suck it up some day but.. it’s painful. sometimes i can be a little immature but really- it’s just me trying to save what’s left of my youth i guess...”

you guys aren’t even that old ngl

his expression is pained, and he pulls you into a hug

“i’m sorry love, you shouldn’t be feeling that way. you don’t have to please everyone all the time, and if you make mistakes— it shouldn’t discredit you for your talent. embrace your personality, even if you find yourself immature— i’ll always love you regardless.”

you don’t say anything, but you’re smiling. that’s the important part

growing older is still scary, but with shouto— it makes the journey less intimidating.

also, he spoils tf out of you on your birthday

amajiki tamaki

oddly enough, he’s doing the midnight countdown with you

you’d guess he’d be asleep by now, since tamaki isn’t such a ‘night owl’ to be frank

but!! he’s so pumped for your birthday

so he’s anticipating the clock to hit midnight, and when it does..

he’s elated! he’s looking at you for that classical Y/N smile

but it’s not there..? your expression hasn’t been this empty.

he’s worried if he made you mad, and his anxiety almost sets off

“d-did i make you mad, Y/N?”

“what? no- it’s not that.”

“please tell me Y/N, i’m not sure if i can go pass this without you telling me..”

you sigh, the moonlight luminating your face— enough to showcase that melancholic expression

“it’s my birthday. i know i should be happy but, getting older is so scary- you know?”

he gets it, because he himself has his troubles

but you’re there to calm him down from his worries. that’s why he fell head over heels for you.

he’s so shocked— and he’s not the best at comforting, so when you cry

it makes it worse for him. it’s like he’s in that much pain as you are!

“b-bunny, i know how hard it must be.. i’m not the best at this comforting stuff, but i want you to know that i’ll always be here. you don’t have to match everyone’s expectations, that’s what you’ve taught me. and i want you to know that i-i’ll love you, really! and seeing you in this pain isn’t what i want. i don’t care if people say you’re ‘immature’ i love you for you, bunny!”

it’s honestly the most tamaki has said, and it catches you off guard too.

he seems equally as surprised as you are, however, his intent is solid.

“thank you, tamaki.” you pull him into a hug, tears rolling down your cheeks “i.. really needed to hear that.”

tamaki’s cheeks are painted a bright red, but he pushes deeper into the hug— his hands running up and down your back

you finally allow the emotions to spill. all the buildup falling apart, and does tamaki mind? no. not at all, he prefers you to be clear with your emotions the most.

he’ll be your #1 supporter, even if he has to speak paragraphs and paragraphs to you

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for reading! (happy birthday exclipsses🤍)

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei. i only own the writing

do not plagiarize my work :)

#bakugou imagines #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines #todoroki shouto x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki imagines #todoroki x reader #amajiki tamaki x reader #amajiki imagines #amajiki x reader #bnha fluff #bnha angst #bnha fanfiction

[ladyblogger-margie]

Motel Adventure - Chapter 1

Pairings: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader, Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader, Santiago “Pope” Garcias x F!Reader, Benny Miller x F!Reader

Summary: A “Choose Your Own Smutty Adventure” story. Chapter 1 follows F!Reader and the Triple Frontier boys (post-movie) on a roadtrip where you’re forced to pull over for the night unexpectedly, and there aren’t enough beds. Who will you choose to bunk with? Or will you sleep alone? (hint, all decisions end in sex). Your choice will determine Chapter 2. 

Word Count: 1343

Warnings: 18+ ONLY because this is a setup for PURE SMUT to come in the multiple Chapter 2s. 

a/n: I love the “Only One Bed” trope, and I love ALL the TF Boys (not Tom) and wanted to practice writing smut for all of them, so I had an idea for this little concept. I hope you have as much fun with it as I did. 

MY MASTERLIST

You had known the guys for years, but in the time since Tom’s death, you’d become especially close with them. You had noticed them struggling after whatever the hell happened in South America, and while you never learned the exact details, you knew enough to know they needed each other. So you took it upon yourself to hold them together. And in turn, they kept you happy, kept you whole. They had all become your closest and dearest friends. 

That’s how you found yourself on this weekend away road trip with the guys, all piled into Frankie’s truck. Benny had a fight tournament out of state so you all decided to make a weekend out of it. Benny had won his Saturday night Championship fight and the celebrations ran all night. While fun, it set you way behind schedule for your Sunday return home. 

And then the rain started. The sky was a dangerous, threatening grey all day and when the sun went down, the sky fell hard. The rain was torrential and Frankie was white knuckling the steering wheel while everyone else was silent. 

You were in the back sandwiched between Will and Pope as you gripped the back of Benny’s passenger seat nervously. You trusted that Frankie was an excellent driver, but you’ve never seen conditions like this. 

You didn’t want anything to happen to any of these guys. They were your family and you loved them. But you also were in love with one of them, and none of them had any idea. You hadn’t wanted anything to change in your group, you didn’t want to ruin this stable dynamic all of you were so dependent on these days. Admitting your feelings could jeopardize everything. 

You had realized your feelings a few months back when you were all out at the bar one night. You had all taken Frankie out for a drink when his divorce finalized. The divorce had been civil and Frankie was a proper co-parent, it’s just that sometimes people don’t end up together. Despite the fact that Frankie said he was totally fine with it all, you and the boys insisted he needed to blow off some steam at your favourite dive bar. 

“I really am fine,” Frankie said, “But it is nice to get out with you all.” And he clinked his glass to all of yours. 

You all hooted and hollered for him in response. Then you took turns sharing your worst breakup stories. 

“Well I’ve never been one for relationships,” Pope said, “But that shit in Australia hurt.”

“At least you tried,” Will said, “I never tried to make it work with my girl when she ran out.”

“To be fair,” Benny interrupted,” She was a bitch.”

Will shook his head but didn’t fight his smile, “Still, trying’s got to count for something.”

“Well I still think I win,” Benny said.

“You haven’t heard mine though,” you pointed out. 

Benny scoffed, “Mine ended with half my closet being set on fire.”

“I ended up homeless sleeping on my cousin Molly’s couch,” you explained, “Don’t you remember I was living with her and Tom when I met you guys?”

Benny thought about it, “Yeah but then you got to meet us, so I’d call that a win.”

Everyone laughed and you noticed the pitcher was empty at the center of the table.

“Next round’s on me,” you said standing and heading to the bar. 

While you waited your turn, you looked back at the table with your boys and smiled. 

A large frat boy looking guy stepped in front of your view of your table. 

“Hey, sexy, can I buy you a drink?” He asked.

“I’m good,” you said as the bartender passed over your pitcher. 

“That all for you?” The frat boy asked

“Nope, me and my friends,” you pointed behind him and when he turned to look you saw the boys watching you carefully. You pulled a “save me” face in their direction, hoping they saw it before the frat guy blocked your view again. 

“Ditch them,” he slurred at you, “I’ll give you a night to remember.”

You forced a smile, “No thanks.”

“Come on, you’re hot and I’m sure I could rock your world,” he offered as he backed you up against the bar, leaving you without an escape. 

“Please let me go back to my friends,” you asked, bracing yourself. 

“Why are you being a bitch?” his voice was threatening. 

“There a problem here?” Benny asked from behind the guy. He was flanked by Pope, Frankie, and Will.

“I think it’s time to go,” Will suggested, his arms crossed and jaw locked. 

“I was just talking to her,” the guy said, his arms up.

“Do you want to keep talking to him,” Pope asked you, but his eyes were locked on the frat guy. 

“Nope,” you said, your voice stronger now with the arrival of your backup.

Frankie took the pitcher from you in one hand and grasped your wrist with his other hand, “Come on, let’s go sit down,” and he led you away. 

“I think you should call it a night,” Will told the guy.

The guy went to argue when Benny stopped him by saying, “That wasn’t a suggestion.”

“I’d listen to him,” Pope finished and the guy sulked away out of the bar. 

You sat with Frankie at the table smiling when the other three rejoined you. 

Pope touched your arm gently, “You okay?”

Will and Benny watched you so softly, and Frankie still held your wrist. It was all so sincere, so genuine. 

You laughed. You laughed and they were stunned so you explained, “You guys are like my own personal security detail. Never has it been easier to give a creep the slip.”

They all smiled themselves, just glad you were alright. 

“I was really fine, that happens all the time,” you explained, pouring the next round for the table from the fresh pitcher. 

“You shouldn’t have to deal with that,” Will said.

“It’s life,” you shrugged. 

“Not with us,” Frankie promised. 

The guys nodded and you felt the skin of your face grow warm. 

“Okay, this is getting sappy,” you joked, “Who wants to play quarters?

Later that night alone in your apartment you replayed the evening and realized while you were touched they all had your back, you had a different feeling about one of your defenders. You lulled yourself to sleep imagining that he felt about you the way you felt about him. 

The memory of that night flashed in your mind in time with a vibrant bolt of lightning that lit up the whole front window of the truck. 

“Maybe we should pull over and find a motel for the night,” you suggested.

“She might be right,” Will said. 

“How are you feeling, Frankie?” Pope asked. 

“I’d be okay with a motel,” Frankie answered with his eyes glued to the road. 

“I think there’s one at the next exit,” Benny said, pointing at the exit sign ahead. 

Frankie carefully exited the highway and the motel appeared not far down the road. It wasn’t anything flashy but it would do the trick so Frankie parked the truck in the parking lot. 

“I have to call work and leave a message I won’t be in tomorrow,” you explained, “I’ll catch up.”

The boys nodded and promised to get you a room as you pulled out your cell under the protection of the front awning. 

When you hung up, you headed back inside to see the four men standing there, a little sheepish, each holding a room key. 

“What’s up?” you asked. 

“Apparently lots of people decided to get off the road for the night,” Frankie started. 

“So there aren’t many rooms left,” Will continued. 

“We got the last four vacancies,” Pope said. 

“You’ll have to share with one of us,” finished Benny. 

Your breath hitched and you realized you could spend the night, alone, with the man you were in love with. You just had to have the courage to choose. 

Choose Will “Ironhead” Miller*

Choose Santiago “Pope” Garcias*

Choose Frankie “Catfish” Morales*

Choose Benny Miller*

Choose Alone*

#triple frontier #will ironhead miller x F!Reader #santiago pope garcia x f!reader #frankie catfish morales x f!reader #benny miller x f!reader

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Fic: Come Healing

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Lady (former reader insert turned OFC with a name - world premiere for Lady's real name, y'all!)

Warnings: Alcoholism, angst, arguing, language, PiV sex, cunnilingus, squirting, kind of audio voyerism bc the TF guys are assholes, tom's alive and healthy and still happily married, lots of talk about having kids so if that's not your jam... Also this is 8,606 words of self indulgence and I feel that's a warning in itself. It was meant to be a light, fun, sexy Independence Day piece and two weeks later... it's this. (Although it is sexy and kinda fun at times.) If you actually read through the whole thing, for the sake of all that's good and holy drop a comment!!!

Summary: Lady's out of Delta Force and there's talk of her and Frankie starting a family but Frankie's worried about her drinking. Celebrating 4th of July with the rest of the DF gang, the voice of reason comes from an unexpected quarter.

A/N: I could not write Frankie and Lady without the constant support of @missredherring and @apascalrascal who always indulge me in my crazy F&L fantasy! A special thanks to the latter whose line about taxes I straight off stole. A big consensual MWAH to both of you! There will be more of Frankie x Lady! (Seriously they need a couples name. Fishlady? Ladyfish? Lankie? Frady? Ugh fuck no. Wait Morayles!!!!!!!!!?? Although they will always be Frankie x Lady to me)

Also if you read Only You carefully, you might notice I'm changing a couple of details in Frankie and Lady's backstory. I am in my full right to do so, they are my brain children.

(I would like to point out that I'm fully aware that Come Healing, the extraordinary song by Leonard Cohen, is a kabbalistic song and I do not mean to appropriate it but it's just... perfect for my two beloved, damaged fuck bunnies.)

Alma was conceived on the fourth of July. If not the embryo that would become her, then at least the idea of her, of a baby.

Sure, Frankie and Jay had been talking about it ever since she left the service, but the talks always stressed the one day part heavily. There was never a word spoken about just when that day was.

Jay had her contraceptive implant taken out when she went civilian, and switched to pills. Frankie would have wanted them to start trying for a baby right away but Jay was hesitant. She wanted to train to be a physical therapist, enjoy life outside of the military, not get tied down by a baby right away, and Frankie respected that. Jay missed a pill every now and then, being unaccustomed to having to take them in the first place, and he always secretly hoped that the forgotten pill would result in a pregnancy. But it never did, and her period was often irregular, giving him false hope time and again.

Then there was her drinking. She drank way too much, way too often. Frankie was worried and above all guilt-ridden. He should resign too, start to build the future he wanted with her, but he had given the military all his life and he couldn’t just walk away from it. Not yet. When she got pregnant, he would, he promised himself and her that.

Jay was angry and whenever they argued, it was about this precise matter: for how long would he be in active duty, leaving her alone for weeks and sometimes months on end? She was not going to go through a pregnancy on her own. They had moved together after her discharge and she hated being alone in their new place, hated it when he left – partly because she wanted to leave as well. But she got into a DPT program and that kept her occupied while working part time at a gym. Frankie couldn’t figure out when she found the time to drink but he noticed it after a deployment when he came home to find the cabinet under the kitchen sink filled with empty bottles that he knew hadn’t been there when he left. And she constantly wanted to go out to celebrate something: his homecoming, a passed exam, the weekend.

Or, like now, the fourth of July. They’re going to a lake house Redfly’s managed to borrow off of someone who for some reason didn’t need it for themselves this weekend, and the whole gang and their significant others are going. Frankie is hesitant because of the drinking issue: Jay’s definitely going not going to leave the booze be, and nobody’s going to find it weird because they’re all going to be hammered.

“Can’t we stay home?” he asks her yet again on the morning of the fourth. “I’ve just returned, we’ve barely seen each other.”

“We’ve literally seen nobody but each other since you came back,” Jay points out and he knows she’s right: he came back a week ago and they’ve barely even left the bedroom. It’s always like that when he comes back from a deployment, they fuck each other’s brains out for days and then wonder what the hell is wrong with them, is this normal, it can’t be normal to want each other so much, can it?

“Okay, but what’s wrong with that, can’t we keep doing that?” he tries, sliding one arm around her from behind and pressing his lips to her neck in an attempt to stop her from packing the weekend bag.

“Where’s your sense of patriotism?” she asks absentmindedly as she inspects an old army t-shirt with a hole in the shoulder seam.

“Left it in a ditch in Afghanistan.”

“Where you fished up this, I presume?” She throws the t-shirt on the floor so that it’ll end in the trash instead of back with the rest of the shirts.

“Come on, Jay. I want you to myself this weekend, I’ve just spent every waking moment of the last month together with the guys, I can’t stand to look at them,” Frankie wheedles in the low rumble that he knows gets Jay going. This time, however, it doesn’t work.

“Aww, did you have a falling out with your boyfriends?” Jay teases him with a grin, unwrapping his arm from around her waist so she can step away and continue her packing. “Just have a couple of drinks with them, baby, and it’ll all work out.”

“It’s not my drinking that concerns me,” Frankie mutters under his breath, but not quietly enough. Jay looks up from the underwear drawer, forehead furrowed.

“Are we seriously going to have this conversation now?” she snaps, quick to anger – the thought passes Frankie’s mind that she knows he’s right and can’t accept it. “I’m not allowed to drink of the fourth of July?”

“You know my answer to that,” he sighs. He knows a fight is on the way and he doesn’t want it, not when he is being deployed again in a week and he just wants to be with her, take care of her, protect her instead of the goddamn country that never thanked him for giving it half his life and most of his health.

“Then you should also know that you’re not the boss of my drinking,” she tells him, her voice slightly raised. “We’ve been over this. You never had anything to say about my drinking habits when we were just working together but as soon as you started fucking me –“

“For God’s sake, Jay, don’t be like that!” he interrupts her so he doesn’t have to ear any more crudeness. “You didn’t drink like this back then and if you had, I would’ve been just as worried.”

“I am so fucking tired of this!” Now she’s yelling. He hates it when she yells because it’s the opposite of his reaction to a conflict and it’s so hard to handle sometimes. And he hates to see her upset, hates that he is the reason she’s upset.

“Let’s just talk about it, please?” Frankie extends his hand as an olive branch but Jay takes a step back. Her blue eyes turn a darker gray with anger and her lips are set in a tight line. He can see from the tense muscles in her neck that she’s really on edge now.

“There’s nothing to talk about except maybe you trying to control what I’m putting in my body,” she lashes out. “I’m going to drink what I damn well please today and if you breathe a word about it to me again you can sleep on the fucking couch until you’re deployed again, Francisco!”

If there’s something Frankie hates it’s being threatened with the couch. It’s such an immature and weird threat to force someone to tow some insanely absurd line. And if sleeping next to him is so awful then why doesn’t she use the couch? It makes no sense, it’s old-fashioned, and it pisses him off.

“I paid for half of that bed, Lady Jayne, and I’ll sleep in it whether you want me to or not,” he rebuffs her, using the given name that she, in turn, hates so much. It’s a cheap shot because he knows how crazy that makes her, but he can’t help himself now.

“Oh, really mature, using my full name to get back at me!”

“Just to point out the gravity of this, like you do when you use mine!” He almost regrets it, though. It was under the belt. She’s never come to terms with her mother christening her after Jane Fonda. Always presenting herself as Jay or Jayne, she managed to keep her full name a secret for quite some time before Tom let it slip once. Making it very clear to the guys that she’d punch the first one who ever used it in the face, she promptly kept her promise by clocking Benny when he tested her resolve. The nickname Lady stuck, however, but that was mainly because of her habit of always trying to get as dirty as possible when in the field. The subsequent ribbing from her teammates about her being unladylike quickly became resulted in her nickname, My Lady, or Lady for short.

She always despised that one as well, hated how it emphasized her sex in the macho environment she worked in. She was always the gal, always the divergent no matter how hard she worked, how much she tried to fit in. Being the Lady in a gang of Ironheads, Redflys, Popes, and Catfishes was infuriating, and the only reason she didn’t go completely insane was Benny and how he was set apart from the others because of his age and relation to Will. Being the little brother of someone like William Miller wasn’t easy.

“Fine!” Jay now spits. “You can stay at home, but I’m going and I’m going to have a wonderfultime!”

Exasperated and sad, Frankie leaves the bedroom.

///

The first hour of the three hour car ride to the lake house is spent in silence. Jay obstinately stares out of the side window and Frankie regrets being on the road altogether. He should have cancelled, but he knew that Jay would be stubborn enough to go by herself and then he wouldn’t be able to look after her at all. And he has to take care of her. He’s had her back for years now, he doesn’t know how not to, doesn’t know who he is if he’s not the one who takes care of her.

Frankie hates it when she gives him the silent treatment. No matter how much her yelling gets to him, he prefers that to this. He’s a man of few words himself, more of an onlooker than a participator, but in his relationships he’s always been the one who wants communication. Wants to know what he did wrong so that he can try to do better.

But Jay is different. If she’s really mad she yells. Her silence now tells him she’s not only sulking but also processing. Maybe deep down, she realizes that he’s right and that she has a problem. Problem is, she’s the most stubborn person he knows so it could take until the end of time before she admits that he’s right. And he can’t stand her silence, hates that they’re not talking about it.

“Jay,” he begins, glancing over at her. “Please, don’t go silent on me. Scream at me if you have to, but don’t do this. It makes me feel like you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” The response is instant and although he can hear the anger in her voice, there is also a tone that tells him that the idea of her hating him is preposterous. It almost makes him smile despite the gravity of the situation.

“Glad to hear it,” he replies softly. Jay turns towards him, a frown above her aviators – his aviators, in fact: she keeps stealing his second pair.

“I’m sorry that I made you feel that way,” she offers quietly, sincerely.

“Thank you.”

“That doesn’t mean that I think you’re right, though,” she quickly clarifies. Frankie sighs but can barely hold back a smile. Infuriating, must-always-have-the-last-word Jayne Ray.

“Hearing you loud and clear.”

They drive in silence for a few more miles and pass by a sign that announces that a mega market is coming up.

“Pull over at the store,” Jay tells him.

“What?”

“Take the off ramp. I need to go to the store.”

“We are eight adults and two kids and we brought enough food for the whole army– “ Frankie begins, unwilling to get off the highway and join the crowded parking lot filled with last minute shoppers.

“And I’m sure nobody’s bringing anything else to drink besides alcohol and soda and since I can’t have the former, I’d at least want a say in what kind of the latter I have to stick to, because I’m not drinking tap water all weekend!” Jay snaps at him.

Frankie says no more and when the off ramp comes up, he hits the turn signal.

///

“Why aren’t you drinking? You’re not pregnant or something, are ya?”

Jay glares at Benny whose large grin tells her that while this is his usual playful banter, he’s also curious – and worried. He’s definitely picked up on the distance between her and Frankie. Ben and Jay have been tasked with bringing out the furniture from the store room to the lakeside patio. The place is huge, with a guest cabin, a boat house, storage, one patio attached to the house, and another by the lake. As the brick barbecue pit is by the lake, the company quickly decided that the lakeside patio would be the base of operations for the day.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no, Benjamin,” Jay tells him in a voice that dares him to keep pestering her – which he does, obviously. Ben and Jay always got along well, being the odd ones in the group: Ben because of his age and his little brother status, Jay because of her sex. Whether it be imagined or not, these factors made them feel different and offered them a connection, a common ground.

“Should’ve figured,” Benny muses. “Fish would never let you move furniture if you were knocked up.”

“Barely lets me do it now,” she points out dryly. Ben laughs as he walks before her back to the storage room to get another one of the huge, solid wood chairs.

“Is Tom friends with a fucking general or something?” he huffs as he carries the bulky chair to the patio, sweaty muscles bulging with the burden in the warm sunshine. “Who else can afford a place like this?”

“I heard Tom say the wife comes from money,” Jay gossips as she grabs another chair. “Must be nice.”

“Still not too late to dump Fish and get a rich wife, I guess!”

“Don’t fucking tempt me,” Jay groans as she puts down the chair and leans against it, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, then passing her fingers through her pixie cut. Benny’s leaning against the chair right next to her.

“What’s up with you two anyway? I saw you almost punch him in the face when he tried to just, I don’t know, touch you.” Benny’s forehead is lined and he seems uncharacteristically serious all of a sudden.

“I swear to God, Benny, if you ask me if I’m on the rag I promise I’ll punch you,” Jay warns him, and he throws up his hands in defense.

“Jesus, Jay, I’m not complete fucking moron!”

“Thought so.”

Benny scratches his neck and raises his gaze over the lake as laughter from the other side of it echoes across the water.

“But something’s up, I can tell.”

“I’m fine,” Jay tells him curtly. “We’re fine.”

She walks away to get another chair and to her annoyance, Benny follows her, relentless.

“Hey, I’m doin’ this because you’re my friend, and Frankie’s also my friend,” he insists. “And he’s not fine, he’s miserable.”

“What part of none of your fuckin’ business is it you have trouble understanding?” Jay whips around, eyes shooting daggers at her former teammate who, it has to be said, has seen worse and is not intimidated by her temper.

“You and Frankie are the most solid couple I know and something’s up,” he just states calmly. Jay crosses her arms in front of her chest.

“What will it take for you to leave it alone?” she asks with a despondent sigh.

“You sittin’ in his lap all night, like you usually do?” Ben’s reply is delivered with a wry grin.

“Not gonna happen.”

“Then talk to me, JayRay.” The request is simple and she can hear that he really cares for her. A small frown twisting her brows, Jay walks up to the furniture and sits down in one of the chairs. Ben flops down one chair over, wisely keeping a little distance.

“Frankie thinks I drink too much,” Jay states tightly. “He didn’t want us to come here this weekend because he thinks it’s going to be bad for me.”

“Okay, and he’s wrong because…?” Ben tilts his head a little, looking inquisitively at her. She glares at him.

“Because it’s bullshit. I don’t have a drinking problem.”

“So it’s not a problem that you’re drunk every weekend?”

“Oh my fucking God, Benjamin!” Jay raises her voice and then presses her lips together, looking up towards the house where the rest of the company are unloading the cars, airing out the house, and acquainting themselves with the place. Nobody seems to have noticed her little outburst, so she turns back to Benny, who is now regarding her with rarely seen seriousness.

“You guys drink just as much whenever you’re off duty,” she points out feebly, refusing to acknowledge her issue. Benny shrugs and looks out over the lake.

“We probably do,” he admits. But you do it every weekend, sweetheart.” He turns his face back to her. “It was okay when you got out. Making it through DF with life and limb intact is worth a prolonged celebration, but every time we see you, you’re drinking. I’m worried. Frankie’s worried.”

“He always worries about me, whether there’s reason to or not,” Jay scoffs. “He’s done that since the beginning. He always saw me as someone he needed to protect, someone weaker.”

“You’re being unfair. Frankie always saw you as one of the boys,” her friend points out, “and he knows you’re tougher than all of us combined. And that’s only a problem now because he can see you’re struggling like you never did while you were in the army. That clashes with the picture he has of you from before. He doesn’t know how to piece together those two parts of you yet.”

Jay stares at Benny, speechless for once. She knows Benny’s not the simpleton he sometimes presents himself as – he wouldn’t be in Delta Force if he was stupid – but she had never thought she’d get relationship advice from him, especially not on this level. Ben looks completely serious but also patient and… concerned.

“So…” Her voice is a little shaky so she clears her throat to make it stable. “What do you suggest? I check into rehab or something?”

“Fuck no,” Benny shakes his head vehemently. “Unless you want to, of course. No, I’m fully confident that you can deal with this on your own. And if you just ask him, Frankie will do everything you need to help you. You know that, right?”

Jay nods. Despite their earlier argument, she feels it in her whole being that she and Frankie are solid. It’s just… it just is. They just are.

“Shit,” she sighs. “Maybe I have a problem.”

“We all have problems, My Lady,” Benny grins at her. Jay grimaces but doesn’t bother to get up and swat him over the head.

“You know how much I hate that, and why, you asshole.”

“I know, sorry. And I know I just said that you are one of the boys, and you’ll always be, but you do understand that you’ll always be our Lady, too, right?”

“Yeah, because that’s what I am. A lady. And soon enough I’ll be knocked up and be a mom and then I’ll be up there at the house preparing dinner while Frankie drinks beer with you guys and complain about your nagging wives…” Jay’s voice becomes bleaker with each word when she paints this picture for him, this nightmare of hers that she’s never told anyone about, not even Frankie, at least not directly. He knows, of course. She’s made it clear enough that she wants kids on that infamous some day but that she’s scared of being reduced to her biology. That she’ll be nothing but an old lady, excluded from the solidarity shared by her former band of brothers, passed on to the kitchen and the nursery along with Tom’s wife Molly, their kids, and Will’s girlfriend Serena.

“Fuck, Jayne, trust you to put a feminist twist on this.” Benny shakes his head but she can hear that he gets her. “First of all, I can’t imagine you cooking. Like… no. You’ll always be shooting the shit with us. Frankie’s gonna be the one who takes care of the kids, you know that.”

“Probably,” she agrees.

“Secondly, you know you’re not just Frankie’s old lady, right? You are one of us, you’ve proven yourself more times than the rest of us combined. But, if you want to, you could be one of the girls as well.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Benjamin?” Jay frowns at him, having lost the thread.

“I’m just saying that you can have both. All Fish wants is have a family with you. Let him put a baby in you, you want it too, right?”

“I can’t believe I’m talking about this with you…” Jay rubs her forehead before glancing up at Benny. He looks a little flushed, but still composed. “My God, how much does he talk about babies with you?”

“Depends on how drunk we are,” Ben shrugs, then smiles sheepishly. “Too soon?”

“Nope,” Jay grins back.

“Okay, we’re moving into way too personal country here but I’m just gonna tell you this: he wants a family with you but he knows you won’t until he’s out. And he’s scared of leaving before you’ve decided it’s time. So, you know, let him slap a ring on your finger, take his sperm, be happy for the rest of your lives.”

He looks like he wants to rinse his mouth out with bleach and Jay has to laugh.

“I can’t believe I just heard those things come out of your mouth.”

“I can’t believe I said them.” He shakes his head and smiles. “But they were all true. Get that drinking thing under control. Use Frankie, he’s the most helpful person I know. And he’s really crazy about you.”

“I know,” Jay replies, heart unexpectedly missing a beat at the thought of Frankie’s complete devotion to her. She can’t blame him for hesitating about leaving the military: it was just as hard for her. It’s still hard for her.

They sit in silence and look over the lake, listening to the quiet splashing of water against the shore, the sounds of their friends talking and laughing at the house behind them, the happy screaming of kids running into the water on the other side of the lake.

“What are you lazy asses sitting here for, you were supposed to put the patio in order?” Will shows up in low-riding shorts, his sculpted upper body naked and tanned.

“Go the fuck away, we’re having a Moment,” Benny barks at his older brother. Will doesn’t let himself get provoked.

“You better have it fast because there’s a bunch of people coming over here to swim in a minute," he informs the two, then looks Jay over. “You okay there, Jay?”

“Fine,” she says curtly. “We’ll finish up here.”

“We divided up the rooms. You and Fish are in the downstairs bedroom, me and Serena’ll take the upstairs one – “ he turns to Ben “ – and you and Pope are in a bunk bed. Have fun.”

“Why can’t us singles be in the guest house?” Benny groans at the unattractive prospect of sleeping in a bunk bed so soon after returning from deployment, when sleeping conditions are usually not the best.

“Tom thought it best his family take the guest house. Said the kids might bother us, and we might bother them with our… adult sounds.” His crooked grin tells Jay everything she needs to know about these bothering, adult sounds. The thought of hearing Will fuck his pretty girlfriend while trying to sleep next to someone you’re frustrated with makes Jay crabby.

“Let’s finish up here,” she tells Benny and gets out of the chair. He follows her to the storage and as they each grab one end of a table, Jay waits a second before lifting.

“Hey Benny.”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“Anytime, darlin’.”

Patio furniture in place, they go up to the house for recon. It’s bustling with life: Molly and Serena are busy with prepping for lunch and administering orders to the men. Tom is taking care of his daughters, Tess and Teena, unpacking their swimwear and floats. Dutifully, Jay joins the women to help them with the food, breathing a sigh of relief when she’s told that she can start bringing things down to the lakeside patio. The kids, screaming with joy, run past her with floating devices when she returns to the house, Tom following them.

Jay finds the room she and Frankie have been assigned. The weekend bag is on the bed, and Frankie has already prepared it with the sheets they brought with them.

She stops at the sight of the bed, made with military precision. This is one of those Frankie things that she appreciates so much with him: he’s considerate. He plans ahead, knows that by the time they’ll be stumbling into bed tonight, neither one will want to tangle with sheets. It’s the kind of forethought that Jay has heard is good to possess when it comes to kids. Always anticipate every need, be prepared, have a contingency plan. It’s not a far cry from running ops in enemy territory with nothing but your wits and a gun to rely on. And your teammates.

The team is crucial. Without the team, you’re lost.

Frankie always was the perfect teammate.

Stubbornly refusing to think about complex topics, especially the ones that would force her to face her own shortcomings, Jay opens the bag and rummages through it for her two piece swimsuit. Fishing out the sporty halterneck top and shorts, she proceeds to taking off her clothes. As she’s down to her underwear, the door opens and she hears Frankie’s voice behind her:

“Oh, sorry.”

Glancing over her shoulder as she unhooks her bra, she sees him hesitate in the doorway.

“Either come in or go out, just close the door?” she asks him, a little harsher than she meant to. He opts for coming in, the door softly clicking close behind him. Jay tosses her bra on the bed and worms into the bikini top, adjusting it before changing from panties to swimming shorts. Frankie comes around the bed and stops on the other side of it.

“Going swimming?”

“Yes, that’s what swimsuits are for,” Jay mutters, regretting it immediately. She digs out a baseball cap – one of Frankie’s old ones – and the sunglasses she has adopted from him.

“Sorry,” she offers, meeting his eyes. “Didn’t mean to.”

“Yes, you did,” Frankie can’t help but smile a little. “It’s okay.”

“Thanks for making the bed.”

“Sure, no problem.” Frankie pulls the duffel bag across the bed to him and starts to look for his swimming trunks. As Jay is about to leave the room he looks up.

“You still mad at me, baby?”

She stops with her hand on the door knob, hesitates, then turns it.

“I’m more mad at myself, I think,” she confesses without looking at him. Quickly, so she doesn’t have to take the discussion, she leaves. Going straight down to the landing, she leaves her hat, shades, and sandals on the patio, and dives straight in. The first few seconds in the water knocks the breath out of her but as she begins to swim she notices that the water is warm yet refreshing. Broad strokes carry her away from the shore before she turns over and floats on her back, her body forming an X shape. Closing her eyes against the sunshine, Jay lets herself and her thoughts drift.

Eventually, her reverie is interrupted by Benny and Will who are racing each other to the other side of the lake, both vigorously crawling past her and disturbing the water. She swims back and as she gets out of the water, Frankie’s there, handing her a towel. She had forgotten to bring one: once again he’s being unselfish and attentive.

“Cold?” he asks. With a small smile, Jay quickly slides one wet hand up the front of his t-shirt and presses it against his stomach. She immediately feels his abs tighten against her palm as he hisses.

“That is cold!”

“Chicken. It’s nice. You try.”

“Nuh-uh.”

Jay lets her hand linger on his stomach until the muscles relax. Then she withdraws it and wraps the towel around her.

///

“Can I talk to you?”

Jay comes to meet Frankie on his way down from the house to the lake. A warm darkness has descended over the site after a long, sunny day that everyone has enjoyed – even Frankie, after that little exchange after Jay’s swim. She kept her distance for the rest of the day, not only to him but to everyone except Benny and the kids. But she was civil, and he could tell she’s been working through her issues.

When the sun started setting, the company retreated to the enclosed house patio, slid open the glass walls to let in the mild breeze, and lounged on the comfortable furniture set underneath ambient light strings and the buzzing and crackling bug zapper. Benny and Jay stayed by the waterfront to prepare the obscene amount of fireworks he had brought, and after a while, Tom asked Frankie to go check on them.

Dutifully and secretly relieved about not having to feign interest in their conversations, Frankie gets up and starts to walk down to the lake, when Jay comes up towards him.

“Sure,” he nods, a little surprised. “Will Benny be okay on his own?”

“He’s done, all’s good.”

She takes his hand and leads him down to the lake and into the storage room by the boathouse.

“Can’t we go to our room?” Frankie frowns as he tries to make out anything in the darkness. The only light comes in from a small lamp outside the window.

“No, I don’t want anyone to overhear us.” Jay gives him a little push and when he walks in, she follows, closing the door behind them.

“Oh shit, you’re not going to kill me, are you?” he tries to joke as he turns around to look at her, but she looks so serious he immediately falls silent.

“Frankie…” Jay hesitates, looks down at her feet, then seems to find some courage from her, in his eyes, never-ending reserves, and looks up at him again.

“You were right. I, I have a problem. And I need your help to fix it.”

“Yeah, okay,” he replies softly, “of course.” He takes a step towards her, to embrace her, hug her tightly and tell her everything is going to be okay, but Jay holds up her hand to stop him.

“And I want to have a baby with you. I know this is probably a bad time but I want us to start trying. And as soon as I’m pregnant I want you out of the army.”

Her voice is steady and her gaze rests calmly on him.

“Can you do that for me?”

Frankie can barely breathe. Did he hear her right? Did she say what he thinks she said?

“Frankie? You still with me?” Her voice is less certain now and he realizes he’s been staring at her in silence for a while.

“Yes. Yes… I, uh…” He clears his throat, tries to find his voice, his words.

“Because if you’re not ready to quit, I’m not going to – “

“No! I’ll quit!” he interrupts her. “I just… Jesus. Jayne. I love you.”

With two steps he’s with her and throwing his arms around her, locking her against him tightly. Her hair smells of lake water, barbecue smoke, pine resin, like she came directly from the surrounding forest into his arms. He doesn’t know what to say or do to make her understand how infinitely happy he is right now.

“We’ll make it,” he tells her. “I promise you. I’ll help you deal with whatever you need me to, and we’ll make a baby. I’ll quit and we’ll start a family.”

Slowly, her arms slide around his waist.

“Thank you,” she whispers against the side of his neck. “I love you so much. And I’m sorry about today.”

“It’s okay, baby, everything’s okay. I love you too.”

Jay lets her lips follow a muscle up his neck to his ear, where she gives the lobe a little nip.

“Let’s do it right here. Let’s make a baby, Frankie.”

“…in a boathouse storage room?” Frankie’s highly doubtful about how good an idea that is.

“Come on.” Jay kisses his jawline, her hands already sliding up underneath his t-shirt. “It’ll be a good story to tell the kid one day. Mommy didn’t talk to daddy all day and then we made you in a boathouse.”

Frankie scoffs but not in protest: he helps her take his t-shirt off, his baseball cap coming off in the process, and sighs out the hint of a moan when she ducks to suck the flat disk of one of his soft nipples into her mouth. It quickly puckers in her mouth and her little bite sends shivers throughout his body, right down to his pelvis, to his cock.

“Aren’t you on the pill…?” he mumbles, fingers moving through her unkempt pixie cut. He could punch himself for saying something so stupid. Jay lets go of his nipple and comes up for a kiss. She hovers just inches from his face, eyes dark with desire.

“Tell me you’re not into it,” she breathes hotly against his lips and that’s all the incentive he needs. With an excited sound, somewhere between a moan and a gasp, he crashes his lips to hers and kisses her like it’s going to save him from drowning.

If it were possible to drown into her, he would welcome it.

It’s quick and it’s intense and it’s not comfortable, Jay finds, to be fucked on a storage box filled with life jackets, but by the time Benny sets off the fireworks the sound of them drown out her screaming Frankie’s name. The illuminated flowers in the sky paint her naked skin in every color imaginable as the orgasm makes her throw her head back with a loud moan and Frankie dips down to suck a nipple into his mouth. Another volley of noise and explosions paints the sky and he thrusts into her core and shoots her full of cum, a moaned I love you leaving his lips and landing with his panted breaths against her neck, where a bruise is bursting into bloom.

“I love you,” Jay gasps, wrapping herself around him to keep him inside her for as long as possible. “Thank you.”

“What for?” Frankie presses a kiss to her shoulder.

“For… being you. You being with me. Being my best friend.”

“I always will be, Jayne.”

She hums, a tired, happy smile on her lips.

"Happy fourth."

///

“Here.”

Jay joins Frankie on the sectional patio sofa, nudging him to shift himself on the chaise part so that she can comfortable fit in the same corner as him, half on his lap, legs stretched out of the sofa part so that their bodies form an x. She holds a small bowl towards him.

“Wild raspberries. Picked them in the forest earlier today, with the girls.”

Frankie opens his mouth with a demanding sound and Jay, smiling, feeds him a couple of berries. “Mm, they’re sweet.”

She pops a few into her own mouth and shivers, burrowing down into the corner.

“Cold?” he asks her immediately.

“A little.”

“We can close the glass.”

“I like it like this.”

He looks from her sleepy face to the slope outside, leading down to the water glittering in the moonlight.

“It is nice.”

He shifts his arm, moving it around her so that she can lean her head on his shoulder and share his body heat. Sharing a comfortable silence, they eat the raspberries, listen to the crickets and the barely discernible lapping of water. The dark windows of the guest house on the right side tell them that Tom and his family have gone to bed. It’s past midnight and sleep sounds more and more attractive.

“You sleepy?” Frankie murmurs, fingers lazily combing through Jay’s short hair.

“M-hm. Just want to stay here a little longer, it’s so peaceful.”

“Not too long. I have plans for when we go to bed…”

“Oh really…”

She turns her face up to his for a kiss and he’s more than happy to comply but the beak of his hat collides with her forehead. Jay chuckles and pulls his hat off.

“I should be used to this by now.”

“You should,” he agrees and kisses her.

“Aw, fuck, can’t you two take your foreplay to your room?”

Santiago shows up and plops himself down in one of the chairs, his velvety gaze fixed on the couple on the sofa.

“I hope to God you’re going to keep it down tonight,” he adds with a teasing smirk.

“These two?” Benny shows up, a little unsteady on his feet but in a good mood. “Given that they didn’t talk to one another all day…”

“You’ll be fine,” Frankie cuts him off patiently. The younger man throws himself down in the second chair, smirking at both of them.

“I did hear some very loud settling of whatever arguments you had going on.” He turns to Santi. “The sky wasn’t the only place where fireworks went off earlier.”

“I know,” Santi yawns and scratches his scalp through thick jet hair. “I may not have heard anything but I saw them both when they came back up.” He pointed motions to his own neck while locking gazes with Jay, who sighs and rolls her eyes, knowing he’s talking about her hickey.

“Okay, you two,” she holds up her hands in defeat, “you want us to confess to fucking in the boat house? Fine: we fucked in the boat house.”

“I don’t know whether that’s disgusting or hot,” Santi looks over at Benny, who shrugs.

“Both?”

“But they’re kinda cute. Look at them feeding each other.”

“We’re right here,” Frankie points out but is cut off by the sound of giggling inside the house. Serena and Will walk out, him wrapped around her from behind, both walking in rhythm.

“We’re going skinny dipping,” Serena titters, “anyone coming with?”

“No one except you wants to see my brother naked,” Benny points out, and Santi shakes his head as well. Frankie and Jay are both too comfortable, so the younger couple head down to the lake by themselves, throwing off their clothes as they reach the dock and diving straight in, Serena laughing and shrieking.

“Yeah, those two are going to be doing it tonight,” Benny sighs and rubs his forehead. “I better go to bed, get some shuteye before they’re back and at it. If you snore – ” he turns to Santiago “ – I’m suffocating you with a pillow.”

“Right back at you,” Santiago groans, folding himself up from the chair. “Night, folks.”

“Good night, Pope.”

“Hey, Benny,” Jay calls softly as Ben is about to follow Santiago into the house.

“Yeah?” He stops and leans a little against the door frame, yawning. Jay holds out the bowl of raspberries to him.

“Thank you,” she tells him quietly, and he catches her drift. Grabbing a handful of berries and throwing them all into his mouth, he smiles at her with teeth stained red from the juice.

“You’re welcome, My Lady.”

“Fuck off,” she mutters and he disappears into the house.

About half an hour later, when Jay is drifting off to sleep in Frankie’s arms, a low, steady thud and a moan, slightly higher in pitch, tell her that Benny was right about Will and Serena. She huffs out an amused chuckle and presses a kiss to Frankie’s neck.

“Kids,” he mutters, arm tightening around her, hand finding her breast and holding it as he starts to snore lightly.

///

It’s early morning when birdsong wakes Jay up. Judging from the light, the sun is only just rising. She stretches lazily, head foggy with sleep deprivation, and rolls over, bumping into Frankie, whose breath stutters momentarily before growing more shallow. He grunts something and wraps himself around her like he always does in the mornings, seeking out soft flesh to rest his palms against, fitting his form to hers like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. She slumbers, happy in the warmth of the strange, slightly too soft bed, listening to the love of her life breathing next to her, thinking that she is lucky.

As the minutes stretch on into the better part of an hour and Jay can’t go back to sleep, she opts for taking advantage of the current location. It’s not often one gets to just walk down some stairs for a morning swim. When she carefully attempts to disentangle herself from Frankie, she’s met with resistance: for every little move away from him, he holds onto her tighter. Giving up and letting her head fall back to the pillow, she lets her fingers weave through his curls. When they first met his hair was cropped short, as advocated by the army, but he would always push it and let it grow until it coiled down his neck, at his ears and forehead. He always hid it with a baseball cap and it would get in the way, but he’d go for as long as he could before being forced to cut it.

She wonders how long he’s going to let it grow when he finally leaves the army.

“Baby,” she whispers, “I'm going for a swim. You coming with?”

Frankie cracks open his eyes and tries to focus on her, gauge the hour from how the light hits the room, and then he scoffs and closes his eyes again.

“Crazy,” he mutters and only lets go of her when she’s paid ransom in the form of a kiss to his forehead. She wraps her naked body in a towel and leaves quietly.

The air outside is fresh and there’s dew on the wooden steps down to the dock, where she drops the towel and dives in. The water is cold enough to make her gasp and regret the idea of a morning swim, but as she swims out, the water begins to feel more and more temperate. She stays in the water until she’s beginning to feel cold again, and with the towel around her, she hurries back to the house, to her room, to bed. To Frankie, now snoring on his back. Wet and cold, she slides underneath the duvet and plasters herself half on top of him. It takes him a moment before he jerks into alertness.

“Jesus fuck’n’ Christ!”

“Warm me up, baby,” Jay asks him, finding his hand and directing it to her breast, letting him feel her perky nipple.

“You’re not playing fair,” he lets her know in a little whine that makes her yearn for him.

“I don’t care how I get you to fuck me as long as you do fuck me.”

“I thought you wanted me to warm you up…” He swallows whatever clever retort she’s ready to fire at him, his kiss claiming all of her mouth as he rolls on top of her and pins her under his warm body. As she moves her hands on him she feels his muscles tense up and shiver at her cold touch but slowly, the heat between her legs spread throughout her body while his body’s warmth spills over into her. Frankie leaves her mouth to kiss his way down to her chest where he stops to tease her nipples with lips and fingers until she’s squirming and pushing him further down. When he settles between her legs and administers the first few licks to her dripping pussy, Jay arches her back in satisfaction and murmurs her appreciation, arms sliding up above her head to tangle into the sheet.

“So good, baby…”

His low hum reverberates through her, making her have to catch her breath. When he sucks her clit between his full lips and presses his unshaved chin against her just right, a shout bubbles out of her before she can stop herself:

“Oh, Frankie…!” She turns her face and muffles herself with the pillow, at least trying to show some respect to the other guests in the house. Her thighs twitch and frame him as she begins to build up while desperately trying to hold back.

“Frankie,” she moans, “I’m gonna… it’s gonna be a mess, we can’t… fuck…!”

He grunts to let her know he doesn’t give a single fuck about what they do to the borrowed bed, and continues his merciless assault on her clit and that spot just above her slick opening, the one that must share some nerves with her g-spot because sometimes it only takes his bearded chin or the rough pads of his fingers there and she’s –

“Fuck!” she cries when the pressure becomes too much and she spills over his mouth. Frankie gives her clit a rest so he can drink it all, lap and fucking slurp her down, mindful of the mattress underneath them that she was so worried about staining. Jay is shaking, hands coming down to clasp his at her hips, fingers braiding together to keep her from launching into space when he goes back to suckling her clit, barely letting her come down before he sends her off again, his strong arms around her thighs in a vice-like grip and still having to work hard to keep her from thrashing when the second orgasm tears through her. And a third. And –

“No more,” Jay moans, “Frankie, please, no.”

He re-surfaces from between her thighs then, glossy lips curving in a triumphant smile, cum dripping from his chin onto her stomach when he comes up to share her taste with her. The kiss is deep but brief, his impatience and her breathlessness cutting it short.

“I gotta be in you, baby, can you take me already?” His desperate request makes her pussy clench. Yes, she needs him in her, needs to be filled completely by his big cock.

“I wanna be on top,” she pants, her hands coming to his shoulders and pushing to make him roll over. He brings her with him, settling her astride him and when she sinks down on his rock hard cock, he closes his eyes and groans low in his throat.

“Fuckkk… you feel so good, baby…”

“So do you,” Jay breathes, hands on his chest to brace herself as she begins to roll her hips, first slowly, feeling every little move, then faster, focusing on the spots that bring the most pleasure. She curses breathlessly when the bed starts to creak.

“Just go,” Frankie moans, “ride my cock, baby, I need you ride it, fuck the noise, I don’t care!”

Encouraged by that, Jay clamps down on him and rides him, trying desperately to keep her moans down when Frankie gets up on one elbow and sucks one of her nipples into his mouth, his free hand pinching the other.

“Jesus, Frankie, I’m… fuck…” The changed angle and added stimulation brings her over the edge again, hand clamped over her mouth. Frankie fucks up into her a couple of times to empty himself, a low, ragged moan spilling out of him along with his seed.

As Jay collapses next to him, raw and spent and dazed, a loud, theatrical wail resounds through the house:

“Oh, Santi, Santi, more, more…!”

“I swear to God I will knock him on his ass,” Frankie mutters when a loud bang, like something falling to the floor, puts an end to Benny’s howling.

“I think Santi beat you to it,” Jay giggles. “Sounds like he fell down from the top bunk.”

“Serves him right.”

Jay hums, not really interested in talking about their friends anymore. She lets her fingers dance over Frankie’s chest, passing a scar and a birthmark, before settling where his stomach is the softest.

“You think it’s gonna take long?” she asks quietly. The inquisitive hum from Frankie tells her he’s not following.

“To get… pregnant.”

“Oh.” A pause, then: “I have no idea. For some it takes immediately.”

“I guess.”

Frankie takes her hand and brings it up to his mouth for a kiss.

“You haven’t changed your mind?” He sounds a little worried.

“No, absolutely not. I want to do this.”

“Glad to hear that. I love you, mi amor.”

“You never called me that before,” Jay notes, turning her face so she can inspect him, a small frown between her eyebrows. Frankie rolls his eyes.

“The normal thing would be to say I love you too but I guess that’s too much to ask for?”

“I love you too,” she repeats dutifully but he shakes his head.

“Too late, you ruined it.”

“Ah, so this is just sex, then?” Jay teases him.

“Damn straight.”

“Well, I like having good sex, so…”

“Just good? It was fucking awesome,” he corrects her with a huff. Jay sighs.

“I feel like I’m in bed with a fucking lawyer. Stop marking words.”

“There’s a huge difference between good and fucking awesome…”

She silences him with a kiss. Still tasting herself on him, mixed with morning breath, nevertheless probes in-between his teeth with her tongue, licking into his slightly dry mouth before sucking his full lower lip softly. When she blinks her eyes open, she finds him looking at her with naked adoration shining in his beautiful brown eyes.

“Marry me,” he whispers, big hand cupping her cheek. “Jayne, marry me, please.”

“What?” It’s like she doesn’t understand the words that come out of his mouth.

“Let’s get married, okay?”

“Why?”

Now it’s his turn to look confused. His eyes flicker a little and his hand leaves her cheek.

“Because we love each other and I want you to be my wife?”

“I don’t want to be anyone’s wife,” Jay states, now sitting up. “Why do we need a ceremony and a title change to say we love each other?”

Frankie sits up as well, clearly disappointed.

“Because that’s what people do? You want to refer to me as your boyfriend for the rest of our lives?”

“Just because people do it doesn’t mean we should. Why do we need that piece of paper to prove that we belong together?” Not wanting a fight, Jay makes her voice soft and she puts her hand on Frankie’s chest, right over where his heart his. “Give me one good reason, baby.”

“…taxes?”

Jay bursts out laughing and pushes Frankie down onto his back before she straddles him.

“You,” she giggles as she leans over him, kissing the tip of his nose, “are a romantic, Morales.”

“Y tu eres una mula, Ray.”

“You think that’s going to make me more keen on marrying you?”

“Tell me what I need to do to make you my wife?” Frankie traces his fingers down her sides before digging them into the soft flesh of her thighs. She reciprocates by trailing her lips down the uneven patches of bristles along his jawline.

“Dump me and marry someone else.”

“Never gonna happen.”

“Then settle in for a lifetime of living in sin, boyfriend.”

He sighs dramatically but smiles when she nips at his neck.

“I’ll ask again next year, my love.”

#my fic #triple frontier #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #frankie morales #frankie morales x ofc #frankie morales x lady

[kenmasangel]

you get shot infront of tsukishima

synopsis : you and tsukishima work as police officers and it is known that this field isn’t safe from dangers, in fact it’s one of the riskiest jobs out there. so what you tsukushim’as reaction to see his s/o getting shot right infront of his eyes?

characters : police-officer!tsukishima;  f!reader

genre : angst, fluff

warnings : injuries/blood, cursing, grammar mistakes

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request : i have one AU in where y\n is a spy or work for police or something like that in which she get's shot or something like that and how the haikyuu boys react to it or more specific tsukishima or any other will be ok if you do it

“straighten your arm, so you are sure to have a good aim,” tsukishima explains, holding your hands so he can guide you correctly.

the sound of the bullet being shot echoed in the practice room, lending on your target perfectly, “see? this is what i’m talking about,” he adds his warm breath carresing your neck. it would’ve sent shivers down your spine but you were taught to keep your composure, to have this poker face and to numb down any type of emotions; after all this was your work and you knew what you signed up for when you decided to join the police. “okay now that i got it let me do it alone,” you straightened your position and he got away from you

3 other shots, 3 other perfect lendings earning a smirk from the both of you. you turn around getting rid of the soundproof headphones, “don’t say anything,” he says before heading out of the practice room

“what? say what?” you hide your smile, now walking next to him

&#144;“you know what i mean y/n, i am not gonna tell you did a good job,” he rolls his eyes

“oh honey, i don’t need you to tell me, i know i did a good job,” he scoffs at your reply

you and tsukishima kei have been working together in the police for 9 years now

he was here before you and he didn’t miss a chance to tease trainee you every time he could

at the time you were focused and had one objective : integrate the police forces

and him butting in your buisiness everytime he could didn’t help and you weren’t afraid to twist his arm and threaten him to break his balls when no one was looking

as you finally got into the police, making yourself a name among all those cocky officers, fake peace guardians and mysoginist dickheads whose ego would get hurt easily by seeing a woman outshining them

tsk, poor things

one thing was sure is that you could always rely on tsukishima

and despite all the bickering, arguments and teasing, you couldn’t help but fall for the man who represented your pillar

of course you could count on yourself more than anyone, but kei was that breeze of fresh air that you inhaled pleasently after getting out of a suffocating room

needless to say he had also fallen for you, fallen really hard

he was known for being the brain of the team, very rare were the people who could go past his cold, inaccessible shield

to say it in another way, almost no one passed his vibe check

by now you guys were living together, everyone knew that you were a thing after you dramatically announced it once the contract’s interdiction to date was over

“omfg y’all, i made it! 4 years in the forces wohoo!” you held your glass in the air making your teammates scream back in entusiasm.

your teammates told you -lowkey forced you- to go celebrate this new chapter of your life in the police forces, it was the end of an era after all; an era that prevented you from many things because of that goddamn contract. you had alos gotten a promotion, everything was doing just great for you.

what no one knew was that you were dating tsukishima for quite a long while actually, you weren’t planning on telling everyone so soon but the events that happened that night lowkey forced you to do so.

“thanks everyone for celebrating with me tonight the beginning of a new era for me! let’s enjoy the night!” you weren’t one for emotional speeches.

everyone was drunk by then but tsukishima, of course, (mr. i am a mature man who doesn’t drink). he was watching over you, laughing at himself when he saw you fighting with your collegue about who would win a spicy ramen competition between, “i don’t care that you’re built like a whale or a blob fish, it doesn’t even matter! i would win that eating competition, i’m tiny but mighty narita-san! let’s wrestle so i can show you,”

“she really called him a blob fish,” he comments amazed at how incoherent what you said sounded. “need someone to share your thoughts with?” a feminine voice made an apparition next to him

“no,” he didn’t even bother looking at the woman next to him

“oh c’mon handsome, playing hard to get?” she gets closer to him. “just take a look at me and you’ll change your mind,” she whispered

“ew you stink, get away from me,” he pushed her off him

“you’re gonna make me sad,” she tried to get closer to him again

“and i am gonna make you feel pain, get the fuck away from him,” you appeared in front of  them, pretty pissed

she looked at you up and down, scoffed “are you his mom? leave us alone, we’re having a great time,” she tried to put her hand on his thigh but he pushed it away “most definetely not,” he answers

“i am his girlfriend, so back tf off don’t make me repeat myself,” you added getting closer to them. “you really don’t wanna mess with me,”

“is she really your girlfriend?” the glue chick insisted

before he could answer you  grabbed his arm and dramtaically pressed your lips against his making all your collegues and the people around you in that club gasp.

i mean the people who don’t know you started cheering and your collegues gasped, that glue of a girl included.tsukishima couldn’t help but smirk against your lips as he wrapped his long fingers holding the back of your neck pulling you closer, it lasted until you didn’t have any more oxygen in your lungs.

he grabbed your hand and led the both of you out of the club, “but baaaabe i till get to wrestle with blob fish-kun,” you pouted

the day after was supposed to be a weekend but you’ve been called for idk what reason

needless to say everyone was off, some remembered few snippets, some thought it was their imagination

anyway, everyone knew but no one really talked it out you know ? some type of unspoken rule or whatever but no one minded

anyway back to the present moment

you’ve been tracking for months a drug network or whatever the heck it is called

after months of intense tracking, following clues, interviewing suspects, sleepless nights and living of caffeine here you were going to finally stop the mfs

and tonight was the night

all your team was ready to catch them it was a matter of hours only

“areyou ready for tonight?” asked you tsukki handing you your coffee

“of course i am, especially after practicing my aim,” he smirks. “thanks by the way,” you add, head still down readeing your reports

“hey... hey yn,” he tris to catch his attention but you just hmm in response. “tsk, dumbass,” he flicks your forehead

“ow, what ? i am busy!” you retort. “yn i know you; you’re not busy you’re stressed, everything is gonna be fine okay? you’ve got this, we’ve got this,” he held your hand

kei was not big on affacetion, he never really showed it especially in public he was more of a sarcatic remarks and teasing type of boyfriend but it never stopped him from showing affection when it was needed, like this moment. it was also not your type to show affection or feelings as you learned how to control them; it was much needed in your job. yet it didn’t bother you when each of you got out of your way to be comfort each other

you smiled at him and peckd his lips quickely before anyone could see, “you know i love you right,” you smiled at him

“well, i’d love me too. i mean who wouldn’t after all,” you roll his eyes at his smugness

“excuse me sir, but i don’t mix up between my personal and pro life. would you please stay 6 feet away from me,” you nag at him

“so petty and for what?” you stuck your tongue as an answeryou continued checking all the reports and files before you went on the spot, everyone was getting ready by now and you were alone in the office when you received a very much unexpected call

“hel-,”

“hello? please come help me i’m in depot 5, building 3, neighborhood koenji, in front of the subway station please hurry before they find me,” the call ended brutally

you place that person mentionned was familiar to you, of course it was where you were going to catch the heads of that network of drug trafficking. you quickely went with the procedure to report the call and the emergency to the central

“yuki please be quick we can’t let them go, i am going now tell the others to join me there and send more men,” you blurt quickely before taking your protection and gun and leaving

once you arrived there you parked the car where no one could see it

wearing your protection and your gun tightly held in your hands, you looked for a discrete entery where you could sneak inyou finally ended up getting in from the back stairs leading to the 3rd floor before taking the stairs to go to the depot basement

you tried your best not to make any noise, and when you heard some noise you quickely hid behind a broken furnitureyou mentally asked yourself if you team was going to be there soonyou heard the voice of many men, plastic and metal sounds, anyway; sounds you’d hear in a depot filled with drug dealers, ya know the drill

at some point you heard the sounds vanish and going awayyou waited a few minutes before you thought it was a good idea to come out your hiding spot

as you walked closer to their previous spot you stumbled into a metalic box that was on the floor, “who’s there?” you quickely hid behind a pillar

“i said who the fuck is there ?” the man shot in the air but you didn’t budge

“it’s rats, Mo’, let’s go,” another man added

great, just great yn you mentally scolded yourself

you decided to go wait for your collegues in the third floor since they would get there soon

as you saw the police car parking next to yours you hurried quietly to join them

“y/n you sick fuck they could’ve caught you,” tsukki hurries out of the car to see you

“shush! i couldn’t let them go, i wanted to make sure they didn’t leave,” you explained. “so they are there, all the heads are there. i couldn’t find the person who called thoough, and of course there are many bodyguards; 4 in the main entry, 2 in the back, i also heard there are some on the roof.” you explain when the others came in. “i got there through these strairs leading to the 3rd floor,” you add, everyone nodding

“okay so here’s how it’s gonna go,” starts daichi; since he is the captain of your team. he proceeds to explain how things are gonna go, the way you’re going to catch them ...ect

you, kei, and two others were teamed up together

the plan was going perfectly fine, everything was in order and it was bound to succeed

heads were being captured one by one, everyone getting neutralized

but nothing can go 100% fine, right ?

the four of you were going up to the roof so you can capture the guards there and finish the mission

you slightly opened the door and entered the opened space, before you could comprehend what was happening you a felt a horrible pain in your leg and a compilation of balls being shot in the air

“YN! yn, stay with me, don’t you dare close your eyes,” kei hurries to you after him and the two others had shot the guards and called back up

you felt him wrap his jacket around your thigh tightly, “yn baby please, everything is gonna be fine you-,” he gasps after he felt his hand getting wet after he took your head, his eyes widden seeing how bloody his hand was and as he realized you hurt your head when you fell due to the shock

“kei,” a feint smile appeared on your face before you succumbed to your succumbed and let your heavy eyes take a rest

“YN? YN? no, no, no, no, are they fucking coming?” he asked your teammates who nodded. “baby stay with me,” he squeezed you tighter before scooping you up and deciding it was better to take you down himself and not wait for the emergencies to come since he thought they were taking too long

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you woke up with a horrible headache and how your muscles felt so sore, only the febril rays of the moonlight getting through the window illuminated the room. the annoying beeping of the machine next to you increased the pounding in your head

a nurse quickly came in, “hello there, how are you feeling?” you looked at her confused, finding a difficulty in letting the words slip from your dry throat, the only thing you managed to say was ‘pain’. “it’s normal,” she proceeded to ask you a bunch of questions, checking that machine and do her work

after she left you tried to remember what happened but the last thing you could remember was when you opened the door of the rooftop, hearing bullets getting shot and that’s it

“at least i’m not dead,” you sighed, going back to sleep

you woke up due to yelling in the hallway

“i told you to call me as soon as she woke up! you had one job!” you recognized your boyfriend’s voice

“sir, sir!” the nurse called him out but he opened your door and his expression softened as he saw you awake, softly smiling at him and rolling your eyes

he hurried to you, taking your hands in his softly, “i really want to hug you, but i don’t want to hurt you,” he started. he let out a shaky sigh, “ i was so scared, i didn’t want to believe i had lost you,” he burried his face in your chest, you noticed his shoulders started shaking slightly

“hey it’s fine baby, i’m here, you can’t get rid of me easily,” you started playing with his hair. “we’re gonna be old and bitter and people are gonna say how i aged like fine one and how your wrinkles are covering your grumpy face,” you chuckled

he lifted his head to look at you, “what?” you ask, your voice in a whisper

“i love you,” he said, you smiled soflty and carressed his cheek.

“i really want to kiss you but my breath stinks,” you chuckle, he rolls his eyes. “how long has it been? you ask

“week and a half, it felt like forever,” he pressed his forehead against yours, cupping your cheek

“i’m back now, right?” you smiled. “come, ow,” you tried to make somle place for him

“omg careful dumbass,” he leaned next to you and held your hand

“how are the others?” you ask, looking at your interwined fingers

“everything is alright, we got all of them we’re done with this case,” he tried to end the topic. “i’m glad,” you voiced your thoughts

“i’m glad you’re alive,” he added. “i don’t want to be away from you, i want to spend the rest of my life with you,” surprised, you looked at him with wide eyes. “love, life is short especially with our job and i don’t want to take the risk to spend one more day without you being my wife. i want to bicker with you over the dumbest things, see you tease me back when i tease you, wake up everyday next to you and your horrible bedhead, enjoy our food together and i can keep on listing what i want to live with all day long. i know this is not the best proposal ever but i’ll make it up to you,” he balbbered all of a sudden, you just kept staring at him this whole time, tears blurring your vision but you blinked them away, the situation itself was already way too emotional for you

“so, y/l/n y/n, do you want to become old, bitter and grumpy with me?” his eyes were full of hope

“i wish i could hug you right now,” you started. “but yes, i want to!”

he cupped your cheek and kissed you deeply, he still tried not to hurt you

“but you are the one with the horrible bedhead,” you pulled away

“right, you’re the one with the stinky breath,” he teased you

“hey, are you crying? i should be the one crying,” you noticed his glossy eyes

“what are you talking about, it’s allergies, tsk,” he flicked your forehead, you winced in pain and hid your face, over exaggerating, making him worried. “didi hurt you? omg baby i’m so sorry love, i didn’t mean into, should i call the doctor?”

you finally showed your face and stuck your tongue out, “dumbass,” he smiled.

he cupped your face and pulled you into another kiss

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QUEEN BEFORE QUEEN

THE 1960s RECORDINGS

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PART 1:

BRIAN MAY, 1984 & THE LEFT HANDED MARRIAGE

JOHN S. STUART AND ANDY DAVIS DIG DEEP TO UNCOVER THE PREVIOUSLY UNDOCUMENTED AUDIO LEGACY OF ONE OF THE WORLD’S MOST CHERISHED BANDS.

This month the beginning and end of Queen come together like the cosy ending of a contrived Hollywood drama. While fans wait with bated breath for the band’s final album, “Made In Heaven" — completed by Brian May, John Deacon and Roger Taylor with the aid of Freddie Mercury’s last demos — author Mark Hodkinson launches a new book in which, in greater detail than has ever been attempted before, delves into the pre-fame histories of Queen’s musical antecedents.

With previously unpublished photographs of Roger Taylor's the Reaction, John Deacon’s the Opposítion and even more impressively, Freddie Mercury’s Sour Milk Sea, ‘Queen The Early Years’ is a treat fans have waited too long to read. Coincidentally, six months ago, we commissioned Queen historian, John S. Stuart, to research the definitive article on the band’s pre-fame recordings, and as you’ll see, the results complement Hodkinson’s broader picture with hitherto undocumented details of Queen's 60s recordings.

We've touched on Larry Lurex and Smile before, of course, but the vinyl output of those two acts barely scratches the surface, so to speak: literally hours and hours of privately- recorded material of Freddie, Brian, John and Roger survive to this day — as evidenced by the recent discovery of the Reaction’s ‘In The Midnight Hour’ acetate ( see RC 191). So, while the rest of the world comes to terms with the fact that Queen’s recording career is effectively at an end, we unravel the untold history of four individuals' first tentative steps in front of the microphone, beginning with the 1960′s exploits of Brian May. Next month, we’ll embrace Smile, and John, Roger and Freddie's hidden amateur recordings; but first, 1984 and the Left Handed Marriage.

1984

Around late August, or early September 1963, as the Beatles celebrated the birth of Beatlemania with sessions for their “With The Beatles” LP at EMI’s Abbey Road Studios in North London, another rock legend was developing just around the geographical corner. In a semi-detached house in Feltham, Middlesex, electronics engineer Harold May began an 18-month task, helping his sixteen-year-...[ ]

[ ]...old son, Brian, to construct the world's most famous home-made guitar, the ‘Red Special'. In the mean time, Brian would have to be con­tent with thrashing away at the small Spanish acoustic his parents had bought him for his seventh birthday. (Brian evidently mislaid this childhood guitar shortly afterwards; and didn't see it again until 1991, when at a ‘reunion’ of former members of 1984, his schoolfriend and first musical collaborator, Dave Dilloway, returned it to him. Brian was so thrilled, that he featured the guitar in the video for Queen’s “Headlong" single).

By 1964, Brian and Dave Dilloway were already recording amateur duets together, and by linking up their two reel-to-reel tape docks, they discovered that they could lay down guitars on one machine, and perhaps bass, percussion and sometimes vocals on the other. Although the technique was crude, and despite the occasional disaster, the effect was often surprisingly good. One of the earliest tapes from these primitive recording sessions survives to this day, and features Brian belting out Bo Diddley’s eponymous R&B standard, "Bo Diddley".

“This is a mono quarter-inch, reel-to-reel I found buried among various other oddments from the era”,  recalls Dave Dilloway. “It certanly dates from before the formation of 1984. It was recorded in Brian’s back room in Feltham, with Brian on lead vocals and guitar, and myself on bass and drums. The track is basic, but Brian’s vocals are clear and recognisable. The guitar playing is fairly basic as well, but competent, without any real solos as such”.

“ This is the only tape in my collection of those double-track recordings. I’m unsure whether Brian himself has retained the tapes we made at the time, but I believe he usually ended up with the finished versions, so he may still heve them somewhere.”

 The duo also recorded four-track instru­mental cover versions of several Shadows tunes — “Apache”, “FBI”, "Wonderful Land” and "The Rise  And Fall Of Fingel Blunt” — as well as “Rambunkshush”, which they learned from the Shadows’ American counterparts, The Ventures.  Also on the same tape is their reading of Chet Atkins' “Windy And Warm".

 Yet another reel reveals an attempt at Cliff Richard’s "Bachelor Boy", on which Brian, once again, takes the lead vocal. Dave Dilloway's theory is probably correctt; May is known to have a meticulously catalogued personal collection of Queen (and pre-Queen) recordings and memorabilia, which almost certanlly contains unfathomable reels of similar early material.

In the autumn of 1964, Brian and Dave formed a rapidly-evolving band, through which many schoolmates passed, but which eventually settled with a line-up of bassist John 'Jag' Garnham, drummer Richard Thompson, and harmonica-playing vocalist Tim Staffell. After rejecting names such as the Mind Boggles and Bob Chappy & the Beetles, the quintet named themselves after George Orwell’s futuristic novel ‘1984’. Their look was far from sci-fi, however, and they happily adopted the classic, clean-cut beat- group look of the day: jackets, or in Brian's case a cardigan, and narrow trousers; and beat boots. Tim Staffell even acquired that year’s fashion accessory, a pork-pie hat.

The band rehearsed regularly at Chase Bridge Primary School Hall in Twickenham (located next to the rugby ground), and on the 28th October 1964, gave their first public performance at the nearby St. Mary’s Church Hall. It is believed that either one of the rehearsals, or the gig itself, was recorded, but unfortunately, no tape of this debut, perform­ance has survived the years. Although 1984 recorded almost all of their live concerts for their own critical appraisal, to save on the expense of new tape they often wiped over old reels once they’d listened to them. Nevertheless, evidence of Brian May playing live does survive from this period, and the earliest example dates from an unknown gig (Shepperton Rowing Club is the favoured consensus), recorded in late 1965. This wasn’t a 1984 performance, but rather an ad-hoc trio comprising Brian May on bass and vocals, Pete ‘Woolly’ Hammerton (a school friend of Brian’s) on guitar and vocals, and 1984's Richard Thompson on drums. The tape reveals the trio turning in versions of Martha & the Vandellas’ “Dancing In The Street", the Beatles' “Eight Days A Week”, “I’m Taking Her Home” — a song by the group Woolly later joined, the Others — and a brave attempt at the Who’s "My Generation".

The Others comprised older boys from Hampton School, who in October 1964 had issued a single of their abrasive reading of Bo Diddley’s “Oh Yeah", backed by “I’m Taking Her Home", on Fontana (TF 501). “That was good!" claims singer, Tim Staffell. “I’ve still got that record buried somewhere deep in my mind — I remember the singer, Paul Stewart's voice and the quality of the guitar sound. The Others were a pretty significant influence. Maybe not in terms of the music, more in the sense that they were already doing it, which proved it was possible."

As evidenced by the photograph included in this feature, the Others clearly had attitude, something which 1984, or Tim Staffell at least, could only aspire to “If I had tried to push 1984 in any direction," reveals Tim, “then that would have been it. Without hearing any of these tapes of our band — and I didn't even know they existed! — l’d say we probably sounded a lot safer than the Others. Mind you, they were different to us. Their guitar style was very much inspired by American R&B, whereas Brian’s never was. Brian was a unique guitar player: he was able to extemporise a much more original way than most guitar players could. I hope he’ll forgive me for saying so, but I never perceived him as having the dangerous image which was necessary at the time — the cardigan says it all!.

LIGHTWEIGHT

“In retrospect, 1984 was lightweight, a bit fluffy”  concedes Tim. “It was impossible not to be naively ambitious — that was part and parcel of it — and the primary motivation to do it was what we saw in the media as the end results of success. But I guess we were realistic about it — we were at school, after all. Also there was a good deal of pressure in the 60s from our parents, and the conser­vative generation, to conform."

Although a version of “I’m Taking Her Home” by 1984 was captured live on the Shepperton tape, and Brian occasionally guested with the Others on stage, it's worth stating once and for all that — despite the persistent rumours — he definitely doesn’t feature on "Oh Yeah".  In fact, Pete ‘Woolly' Hammerton doesn't even play on the record — he only joined the band formally later on.

In the autumn of 1965, leaving Hampton Grammar with no fewer than four 'A' Levels and ten ‘O’ levels, Brian enrolled at Imperial College in Kensington, London, to read physics and infra-red astronomy. Before breaking up for the Christmas holidays that year, he played the first in a series of gigs with 1984 at the college, a tradition he continued later with Smile, and in their formative days with Queen. Although the exact date of the event has long since been forgotten, a very poor- quality tape still exists of 1984‘s college debut. The set was a typical one, comprising the group’s broad blend of pop, R&B and soul covers, and included the following songs: “Cool Jerk" (originally by the Capitols), ‘Respect" (Otis Redding), "My Girl" (the Temptations), “Shake" (Sam Cooke), “Stepping Stone" (the Monkees), “You Keep Me Hanging On" (the Supremes), “Whatcha Gonna Do Ahout it" ( Small Faces), “Substitute” (the Who), “How Can It Be” (the B-side of the Birds’ final single, “No Good Without You Baby”), “Danc­ing In The Street", “Dream" (Everly Brothers) and the Small Faces’ "Sha La La La Lee".

“Our repertoire was a little too eclectic to have developed into any particular style” reckons Tim Staffell. “But the Small Faces were quite influential. When we were at school, the songs were dredged from all sorts of areas. I’d always liked rhythm’n’blues. Brian’s input would have been Beatles-orientated, Dave’s as well. Richard Thompson would have been more into R&B, and Jag didn't really have an agenda as far as songs were concerned. Because of the nature of the material we covered, our approach to the gigs was almost schoollboy cabaret. 1984 was not a dangerous, moody rock band! Which may have something to do with the way Queen evolved."

1984 oponed 1966 with a couple of gigs at the Thames Rowing CIub in Putney; and once again, a tape recorder was set up to document the group’s progress. Two reels from January that year exist: the first is dated the 15th, and features “Im A Loser” (the Beatles), “I Wish You Would" ( the Yardbirds), “I Feel Fine" (the Beatles), “Little Egypt" (the Coasters), "Lucille” (Little Richard), “Too Much Monkey Business" (Chuck Berry), "I Got My Mojo Working” (Muddy Waters), "WalkingThe Dog” ( Rufus Thomas) and “Heart Full Of Soul" (the Yardbirds).

The second, dated two weeks later (29th January), demonstrates the great variety and confidence of a band which consistently renewed its repertoire. The show began with Jimmy Reed’s  “Bright Lights, Big City", moving into the Cookies' “Chains" (popularised by the Beatles), “Walking The Dog", “Lucille", “Our Little Rendezvous" (Chuck Berry), “Jack O’ Diamonds" (Blind Lemon... (cont)

(cont) Jefferson, popularised by Lonnie Donegan), “I’ve Got My Mojo Working”, “Little Egypt" and Bo Diddley’s “I’m A Man”. The band’s finale was a versión of Sonny Boy Williamson’s "Bye Bye Bird".

For an amateur band with little real pretension towards stardom, or even a serious attempt at securing a recording contract, a staggering amount of live 1984 material has been preserved on tape. Dave Dilloway, for instance, is the guardian of a seven-inch reel-to-reel, which he says reveals either a very long performance or a compilation of various unknown dates.

Either way, the tape is divided into five distinct sections, which might make tedious reading, but is an invaluable reference: 1) “Route 66", (unknown instrumental), “I’m Taking Her Home", “Too Much Monkey Business’, “Yesterday" (featuring Brian May on lead vocals), “Walking The Dog", and “ Lucille"; 2) “Little Rendezvous", "Keep On Running”, “I Feel Fine”, “Walking The Dog”, “Jack O’ Diamonds", “High Heeled Sneakers", “I Want To Hold Your Hand", “I Got My Mojo Working*, and “I Should Have Known Better”; 3) “Little Rendezvous", “Jump Back Baby Jump Back", “I Feel Fine”, “Bye Bye Bird", “Little Egypt", “Crazy House". “Lucille”, “Oh Yeah”, “Heatwave”, “Too Much Monkey Business", “I Should Have Known Better", and “I Got My Mojo Working"; 4) “My Generation", “Little Egypt", “Dancing In The Street", “Whatcha Gonna Do About It", “I’m A Man", “Heatwave", “Lucille", and “Bye Bye Bird"; and 5) “Heart Full Of Soul", “Too Much Monkey Business”, “Something’s Got A Hold On Me", “Keep On Running", “My Generation", "Tired Of Waiting", “Bright Lights. Big City" and “Happy Hendrick’s Polka".

“These are all domestic quality, single microphone recordings of early-era 1984", reveals Dave Dilloway. “It's mostly bluesy material, with some soul and Beatles songs. While the quality is basic, the sound is intelligible, although there isn’t a large amount of identifiable Brian guitarwork. That came later in the band's history, when we included covers of Crearn and Hendrix. Brian's solo vocals on 'Yesterday' (on the first segment) are quite clear, however."

For much of 1966, the band carried on in a similar vein — Brian's and the others' college work permitting, of course. For Brian May and his unsigned, Twickenham-based covers band, the highlight of the following year, 1967, was undoubtedly the gig he secured via through his contacts at the college — supporting Jimi Hendrix at Imperial. The date was 13th May, the day after the release of Hendrix's debut, “Are You Experienced". Brian May idolised Hendrix to such an extent that he'd been nicknamed “Brimi" — a combination of the two guitarists' names—so although 1984 had seen him perform before, it goes without saying they were thrilled when backstage, they actually bumped into the ascending star as they filed past his dressing-room. It’s a familar story, but it's one worth repeating: Jimi enquired memorably, “Which way’s the stage, man?*.

BLOSSOMED

1984's act had certainly blossomed by this point. Their attire was now obligatory Swinging London — or Swinging Middlesex — fare: frilly shirts, Regency jackets, striped hipsters secured with a white belt, and hairtyles extending inexorably over the ears, and indeed the eyes. “Somewhere along the line, there was an external influence there", says Tim Staffell. “There was someone calling the shots. I don’t think all that was self-motivated. It’s something I’ve never been comfortable with, which explains why I split away from it early on — certainly from Smile onwards — because it was going that way; as indeed it ended up with Queen. It's fair enough, but that sort of flamboyance is just not me. I look fairly uncomfortable in the picture of the band from that period. My idea of a rock musician is one with hair down his back, a dirty pair of Levi's on, looking at the floor, thoroughly unconcerned with the visual and external trappings, playing the most extraordinary virtuoso guitar. That was my attitude."

Back in February 1967, Brian’s local paper, the ‘Middlesex Chronicle’ caught up with the band, and captured Tim Staffell in an equally decisive mood; although here, he was more enthusiastic about the latest trend. "Psychodelic music is certainly here to stay”~he claimed. "It makes more of music than mere sound, it makes it a whole and complete art form." Dave Dilloway, who also handled the group's light show, added: “We use everything in our act, including things like shaving foam, and plastic bricks we throw around”.

The ‘Chronicle’ was obviously impressed, and its reporter had this to say about a per­formance by what it called “one of the most foward-looking groups today". “Standards, like ‘Heatwave' receive a very original treatment, mostly due to the sounds that Brian coaxes out of his guitar. Jazz chords and electronic sounds add feeling and nuance to numbers that are often churned out wholesale. Using two bass drums for a fuller sound, Richard's drumming, combined with the full bass riffs of Dave and the steady (rhythm guitar) work of John, provides a firm basis for experiments in sound — an opportunity which is not wasted."

“To be quite honest with you, there’s more substance in the literary content there, than in the musical," laughs Tim Staffell. "If some­one genuinely thought that, then I'm surprised! Brian might have used a fuzz-box. but generally, it was au naturel. I remember in the Smile days, somebody wrote about ‘humming chords of wonder’, referring to my bass playing. The reality of it was that sometimes I did try and play chords on the bass guitar, which might have come out as a deep-throated roar, but actually sounded like a load of crap!"

“We did use to tickle about with a few lights, suggests Dave Dilloway, “but being a local band, money was tight and there wasn’t a fortune to spend on the band." As to 1984's psychodelic sound, Dave adds: “Brian did use a bit of fuzz, yes, and Pink Floyd influences and a bit of screaming guitar. He’d actually built a fuzz box into his guitar, which was fairly unique for the day, but typical Brian. If you look carefully at recent pictures of his “Red Special” you can see the fuzz switch taped over."

In September 1967, no doubt boosted by their praise — sincere or not — in the local press, the continuing evidence of their per­formance tapes and their recent Hendrix support slot, 1984 entered the local beats of a battle-of-the-bands competition at the Top...[ ]

...[ ] Rank Club in Croydon, just south of London. Effectively a promotion for Scotch tape, en­trance to the contest could only be secured via a demo recorded on a Scotch reel. 1984’s effort duly arrived in the form of a two-track master, featuring covers of Marvin Gaye's “Ain’t That Peculiar?" and the Everly Brothers’ “Crying ln The Rain" (on stage, both tracks were usually enhanced by characteristic Brian May guitar solos, but conservatism prevailed, and they were absent in this instance). A copy of this recording still survives, carefully guarded by the custodian of the 1984 archive. “This tape is a quarter-inch, mono reel-to-reel," re­calIs Dave Dilloway. “Tim took lead vocals on 'Ain't That Peculiar?’, and Tim and Brian duetted on ’Crying ln The Rain’. Brian's vocal style and tone can be clearly discerned, if one knows his voice. The songs were recorded in single takes, using a single microphone fed directly to the recorder. There was no mix facility so it has a ‘live' feel, a very good clean sound”. 

The mix was achieved using the old fashioned technique of microphone position and relative volume levels of the amplified Instruments. “As far as I am aware, only the one (master) copy of this tape exists.”

As has been well-documented, after two sets at the competition (one of which saw Brian, Dave, John Garnham and drummer Richard Thompson acting as the back-up band for a singer called Lisa Perez), 1984 won the contest, and walked away with a reel of blank tape (Scotch, of course) and an album each on the CBS label. (Tim took the top prize, Simon & Garfunkel’s “Sounds Of Silence", Brian had to make do with a Barbra Streisand LP, and Dave Dilloway became the proud owner of an album by Irish bandleader Tommy Makem!). More importantly, their demo tape was forwarded to the CBS A&R department for the national showdown, although, clearly, they didn’t win.

True to form, 1984's performance that evening was committed to tape — for an unpublished review by ‘Melody’ Maker, no less — but was probably erased shortly afterwards. The twenty-minute set consisted of the Everlys’ "So Sad", Hendrix’s “Stone Free”, Buddy Knox’s “She’s Gone" and Eddie Floyd's “Knock On Wood". After the gig, the band were invited by a visiting promotor to participate in the all-night gala event which has since gone down as one of the key gigs of the London underground scene: Christmas On Earth Continued, at London's Olympia Theatre, on December 23rd 1967. 1984 was the lowest pro­file act at this decidedly high-profile event, and after Jimi Hendrix, Traffic, Pink Floyd, the Herd, and Tyrannosaurus Rex had all taken to the stage, they only got to perform their humble set of covers at 5 o’clock in the morning. When Brian finally plugged in his ‘Red Special’, 1984 played a thirty-minute set to a very small, and less than enthusiastic, audience.

Also from 1967, and of far more interest, is 1984′s professionally-recorded Thames Television demo tape. During his first-year of study at Twickenham Technical College, Dave Dilloway had made friends with a number of technicians, or trainee technicians, at the Teddington-based ITV company which served the London area. The station had recently invested in new recording equipment, and rather than hire professional musicians at the usual union rate, in a set up similar to the first Queen sessions at the De Lane Lea studios, 1984 were let loose in the studio to record at their leisure. Dave Dilloway's carefully preserved tape still plays perfectly, and includes the following songs: "Hold On I’m Corning", “Knock On Wood“, “NSU", *How Can It Be”, two early run-throughs of the original May/ Staffell composition “Step On Me” (which eventually became the B- side to Smile's “Earth"), “Purple Haze", “Our Love Is Driftin* ”, and medleys of “Remember”/”Sweet Wine" and “Get Out My Life Woman”/ ”Satisfaction". The session ended with a run-through of "My Girl”.

AMALGAM

"What an extraordinary amalgam!" declares Tim Staffell today. “There’s Tamla, Cream, Hendrix, Lee Dorsey . . ‘Our Love Is Driftin' we’d have heard by Paul Butterfield. I’d forgotten there was such a large soul component in 1984!".

Dave Dilloway has the technical details: “This tape is the most re­cent, best and most representative of 1984 that I'm aware of. It is mono, but since it was made on good quality TV studio equipment and was carried out along the lines of a proper studio recording, with separately-mixed microphones for each source, it is remarkably good quality for its age. The material, except for ‘Step On Me', is aII cover versions, but as it dates from the late 1984 era, Brian’s playing is more prominent and effective, with his own style starting to show through. All the performances are competent — particularly Tim’s vocals and Brian's guitar; although the mix is a little heavy on John's rhythm guitar for some reason, probably the ‘ear’ of the recording engineer at the time. All tracks were laid down in one take, i.e., no overdubbing at all, so the sound is predominantly simple, as per our live versions."

And that was 1984′s swansong. In the spring of 1968, shortly afler the Thames recording, mainly due to the pressures of infrequent meetings and university studies — coupled with increasing musical differences — 1984 scaled down their operations drastically. Brian May left the band, and Tim Staffell took over on lead guitar for a while. A little later, Tim himself quit, leaving Dave Dilloway, John Garnham and Richard Thompson to rebuild the group, which soldiered on into the 70′s, content merely to play for fun. They all conceded that 1984 had been a good, solid, and popular local band, but that it didn’t have the necessary spark or originality to transform into a great one.

The Left Handed Marriage

ln the summer of 1965, in another corner of Hampton Grammar School, Brian May’s old friend Bill Richards (who had been a fleeting, early member of 1984 before it acquired its futuristic name), and his colleagues Jenny Hill (née Rusbridge), Henry Deval and Terry Goulds, formed a folk-rock band called the Left-Handed Marriage, named after an archaic form of marrying beneath oneself. By January 1967, the quartet had progressed to the point where they had issued their own privately-pressed album, “On The Right Side Of The Left Handed Marriage", which ran to just fifty copies (and, incidentally, has since acquired cult status among collectors, with a £600 price tag to match).

Although naturally familiar with the al­bum, Brian May as yet had not been involved with the band. That changed in March 1967, after Bill signed a twelve-month contract with EMI's music publishing company Ardmore & Beechwood — a deal secured through the efforts of Brian Henderson, a former member of Edinburgh beat outfit the Mark Five, and more recently, the bassist in Patrick Campbell- Lyons' 60′s psychodelic band, Nirvana. Bill approached Brian to help him create a “fuller" sound for the Left Handed Marriage, with a request to provide guitar and backing vocals on some recording sessions.

On the understanding that the project wouldn’t interfere with his commitment to 1984, Brian agreed. On 4th April 1967, he joined Jenny, Henry, Terry and Bill in AMC Sound, an amateur studio in Manor Road, Twickenham, to record four songs: “Give Me Time” (later changed to “I Need Time"), "She Was Once My Friend", “Sugar Lump Girl” and “Yours Sincerely” (which was basically “Give Me Time" backwards, with new lyrics pinched from the Russian author Pushkin).

The songs were all cleanly-recorded, melodic atempts at 1967 pop (despite the Left Handed Marriage's later classification, there's little actual folk music in evidence). “She Was Once My Friend" is the pick of the bunch, thanks to its Kinks-like structure — complete with Bill Richard's/ Ray Davies-soundalike vocal and, albeit way down in the mix, flashes of that distinctive Brian May 'Red Special’ guitar sound. Acetates of the AMC EP were cut, and the idea had been to release the songs as a commercial EP.  Instead, the set merely became the Left Handed Marriage’s first demo for their publishers, although it did lead to the offer to record at a more professional session — at EMI’s prestigious Abbey Road studios.

The Abbey Road session took place on 28th June 1967, when Left Handed Marriage were joined by Brian and 1984′s Dave Dilloway, who was drafted in to play bass. Two further tracks were cut: the reworked “I Need Time",...[ ]

...[ ] and a new song called “Appointment". At this stage, there was more talk of issuing a record, this time a single, and a release date of August was even discussed. This never materialised either, and again 7″ acetates are all that remain.

Although Ardmore & Beechwood were pleased with the results, they still thought the Left Handed Marriage could improve their sound even further, and on 31st July 1967, they booked the band into another studio, this time Regent Sound in central London. As Dave Dilloway was not available, another friend, John Frankel, was called upon to play bass and piano. The eight-track Regent Sound ma­chine was something of a technological marvel, and the session was flawlessly recorded, resulting in new versions of “I Need Time”, “She Was Once My Friend" (which also remixed and edited for the abandoned single), and "Appointment".

Despite the studio quality of the tape, Ardmore & Beechwood failed to place the songs with a record label, and like so many groups before and since, the Left Handed Marriage quietly disappeared from view. It was left to frontman Bill Richards belatedly to issue the fruits of this last session, when in February 1993, he tagged the three Regent Sound recordings — the final mix of “I Need Time”, the abridged version of “She Was Once A Friend Of Mine” and the final mix of “Appointment” — onto the end of “Crazy Chain”, a CD recorded by the reformed Left Handed Marriage, which itself was prompted by collector's interest in the group’s original 1967 LP,  “The Right Hand Side Of...” . Most of the master tapes for the LHM recordings featuring Brian May have Iong since disappeared along with the Regent Sound studio, and (with the exception of "She Was Once My Friend") the Richards/May collaborations on the CD were digitally remastered from acetates.

RECORD COLLECTOR Nº 195, NOVEMBER 1995

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[uranodioningin]

I have to rant. Give me a moment.

So my small-town newspaper just ran a story about being lgbt in "the valley." Quite astounding, trust me, for this little conservative town. It was written by someone I know well from high school, and features interviews with people I went to high school and elementary school with.

Seven years ago I graduated high school in "the valley" and left for the city. Seven years ago I had INTENSE panic episodes, disassociation, 1000-yard stare for the whole day, total psychological meltdowns, at least TWICE a week. Why? Because I was bi and an enbie in "the valley." Because people were bullied, assaulted, and murdered for being even a little bit gay, and there I was, a whole lot gay.

I spent most of my final year of high school in love with the most beautiful girl in existence, and dead certain that I was going to get us both murdered for it. What a thing for a 16-year-old brain to go through.

Here's the thing about the article.

It's beautiful. It is so fucking beautiful to see it being talked about. I feel a strong sense of relief that this piece was published. Whenever I pass by the one (1) local house that flies a pride flag for some months of the year, I feel a pit of dread in my stomach that they'll get a brick thrown through their window or something, but it never happens, as far as I know. That house was featured in the article, as an example of local Pride. Awesome.

But.

Beyond this initial beauty.

I feel SO livid.

Where tf was this seven years ago? What has changed so much in seven years that suddenly it's all okay? No more hate?

Those classmates they interviewed for the newspaper column? One of them was a low-key bully of mine, and a friend of my high-key bullies. Am I supposed to be proud that a power-tripping young adult is saying how important it is to "be yourself," when he spent most of his high school years gatekeeping the Gay-Straight-Alliance and supporting the people who made fun of my weirdness and shyness? Is this the trans* representation I must applaud? Is this who speaks for me?

It has been seven years or more since I spoke to some of these people. We all changed in that time. I am deeply surprised but not upset to learn that many of them now identify as queer or lgbt.

I am however upset that I spent my childhood and teen years exhibiting some pretty strong signs of being trans* and neurodivergent and gay, and being ruthlessly mocked for it, by the same people who are now sharing this article and commenting how it's high time we learn to accept lgbt people.

Yeah, it is high time.

Where the hell were you seven years ago?

Where the hell is my personalised signed apology?

You published an article about how lovely it is that lgbt people are finding a sense of belonging in their small rural community.

Do you know what I read?

I read a blazingly arrogant re-writing of the terrifying reality that I lived between the ages of eleven and seventeen. I read the words of support from my peers that were denied to me when I needed them most. I read a rainbow-washing of small-town conservative vitriol that still keeps me in the closet out of a bone-deep fear for my life.

And you, writer. You, newspaper.

You phrased it as an unequivocal celebration.

Damn you.

End Rant.

#lgbt #rant #NB #enbie #small town things #in the closet #don't mind me I'm just bitter and still a little shaken by the PTSD-flashback that reading that article gave me #I'm just seething on my couch #remembering the intricate dances I did trying to keep anyone from my hometown from discovering #who/what I was #Remembering how the leader of the high school GSA said that ''queer'' was a dirty word that we shouldn't use #Remembering how my bullies were totally unaware that I hid from them not to avoid their taunts #but because I was afraid they'd find out about my WRONGNESS and accidentally blab to someone who would decide to honour-kill me #but nope! that's all solved now! one house in the town flies a pride flag sometimes! no more h8 uwu!!!

[awsugar]

yo, on the topic of dreams, i literally had a fucking cuddling dream a few nights ago 😭 like. in the dream i was just sitting on my window seat (there's one in my bedroom) and feeling completely fuckin awful bc december/january are Bad Months for me, and ray?? mr chemical romance himself?? just kinda came into my room outta nowhere??? he brought blankets and he kinda just. pinned me close to him and wrapped the blankets around us so i could lean on him and cuddle. i started feeling exhausted after a lil while so he kinda just moved us over to me bed, tucked us in, and i passed tf out in the dream because it felt so comforting. when i woke up irl i was so damn disappointed and lowkey embarrassed bc like. wow man. you're rlly touch starved huh 😔

yea im like more embarrassed to tell ppl about celebrity cuddling dreams i have than sex dreams. it feels so sad. definitely touch starved. i bet ray is a good cuddler though it sounds Healing.

#anonymous #answered

[rickssugarplum]

Hey guys

It has clearly been forever since I last posted so I definately owe an explaination to you guys. I am so so sorry it has been way too long since I had said I was gonna take a break. Obviously, the world has changed a lot since I posted my last fic, And since then things in my life had taken the fic writing to the back burner. I want to clear up some things in case some followers had any questions.

Some of you guys see me on the Dirty Sanchez Discord so some of you know what's been going on. But in case you are not, Yes, I still very much love Rick and Morty and am pumped for season 5 like all you guys. No I have no plans of abandoning this page cause this brought me such joy from people in the fandom that have been so sweet and kind about my fics. I really started writing them with no real expectations. Every comment, reblog, and tag has seriously made me smile. And I guess the main question you guys might have is will I write again. Short answer is yes, but when that will happen, I don't know for sure, BUT I'm gonna try to start up again this summer, and with Season 5 just around the corner, my inspiration should definately come up again :)

As far as what's been happening since I stopped writing, a few health issues came up. One being my mother had lost her sight in both eyes from cateracts and had to wait a few months for surgery and I had to take care of her and be her eyes until she had recovered and luckily she had which makes me so relieved. I have been dealing with a strong UTI that had been recurring just as recently as 2 weeks ago. I had a family member who I had not talked to in almost a decade harass people close to me on behalf of another family member that has been a huge part of the mental issues I still deal with, to try to get in contact with me so that stressed me tf out. And to make it worse, I had found out my grandmother the only grandparent I had growing up, had passed away FOUR YEARS before and no one had let me know. I had to find out on google to see her obituary... It really fucked me up. So I was going through a grief process as well. I'm extremely sorry if this post is basically a thousand excuses as to why I have not been writing but I had been burned out by the time I stopped and had said I was taking a break but, this has been much longer than I expected or wanted.

To the people who have been waiting patiently for your requests for over a year, You guys are angels. Seriously. I appreciate you guys so much and I love doing these fics and am really excited to get back to it. To all of my followers, whether you've requested in the past, have commented, or just a quiet lurker, I appreciate all of you guys beyond words. I had never written a single fic until I made this channel and I never thought I could ever write any, let alone that people would actually read. This fandom has been so kind to me and I wanted to make this post to explain everything cause you deserve that.

I'm gonna be more active as Season 5 starts and am stoked to celebrate with you guys :)

❤

#long ass post #an explanation #to my readers #❤ #rick and morty #rick and morty fandom #rickssugarplum

[mackenzie-lukasiaks]

~chloe’s cat saga~

putting various asks about chloe’s cat/what it says about her finances under the cut. spoiler alert: she didn’t spend $3000 on the cat.

Chloe didnt buy Noble she found him as a stray. in what world would a tabby cat be $3000?

chloe found noble and the other cat (who passed away) in a dumpster bc they were abandoned...

I thought Chloe's cat was one that had been abandoned? There were two others, but they died. Even so, all the Dance Moms families are privileged. Chloe earned that money, she's paying for college, which is more than some of them are.

Christi literally said Noble is a rescue. People really need to stop trying to villanize Chloe.

I mean that’s why I was confused lol. $3000 seems like an insane amount of money, even if she had gotten him from a breeder. rescuing him makes a lot more sense.

when it comes to chloe paying for college though, I do wonder if she has taken out any loans. pepperdine certainly isn’t cheap, plus she seems to be living off-campus. but the lukasiaks probably are in a pretty good financial position when it comes to paying for college.

The problem isn’t that the lukasiaks are rich. I mean it was inevitable they’d all get rich after the show. The problem chloe shaming those who’s only goal is to make money while doing the same thing herself. That’s the problem.

I think you’re missing the point of the lukasiak wealth thing. Their wealth is not the problem. It’s chloes words and her contradictory actions that are the problem. She tries so hard to be woke by liking the right stuff on Twitter, posting the right stuff on her ig stories, and even named a plantAOC in order to prove that she’s not your typical money hungry capitalist. But then continues to take product endorsements. I mean ffs her latest vid was a glorified ad. At least own your wealth. Acknowledge you have privilege. Instead of talking about things she clearly doesn’t understand.

okay I do get these criticisms, and I think naming her plant after aoc is kind of cringey. but I guess my thing is that, number one, I think people are really taking that quote of hers about money and running with it. chloe probably should’ve been more precise with her words, but looking at the quote again, she says, “And it’s not because they don’t agree with my political views. But, oftentimes, people who have differing political views, to me, all that says is that you care more about your money than you care about human rights. Umm that you care more about your political party and unimportant things more than you care about Black Lives Matter, LGBTQIA+ community, women, uh minorities.” 

she’s specifically talking about tr*mp supporters caring more about money and keeping money and accumulating money over human rights. looking at when that article was published (on my birthday coincidentally lol), it was only a month after the election. if you’ll recall, prior to the election, there were people (including quite a few celebrities) coming out about how they were going to vote for tr*mp because “biden is going to raise our taxes!!1!1!1!!!!” that stuff also tied in with the fear of biden ~ruining the economy~ or that he would be raising taxes to ~fund grifters sucking on the government’s teat~ or how he would be ~giving jobs away to illegals~ or whatever. it’s pretty callous to be more worried about all these hypothetical biden plans (that were rarely rooted in reality anyway) than about, you know, all the horrible shit that tr*mp did over 4 years. I think it’s kind of reading into that quote to say that chloe said, “money is Evil and Incompatible with caring about human rights,” and I think the context of the quote being about tr*mp supporters is also important.

now again, I get that some of the stuff that chloe is saying and doing can easily come off as her being your stereotypical ~cringe liberal~, as twitter would say. but I don’t think that chloe saying that tr*mp supporters were more worried about money than human rights in any way suggested that she was like advocating for class warfare or to abolish capitalism lol. if she has said stuff more specifically like that, please feel free to correct me. 

Chloe: *rightfully criticized trumpies support of a terrible person and their need to prioritize money over actual humans when asked about it*

Hating ass anons: WeLL ShE BoUgHt aN ExPeNsiVe CaT SoOoO EvErYtHiNg ShE SaYs iS WrOnG

I’m sorry but are people really that mad because she bought a fucking CAT?? They’re mad because she has money?? Mad because she can do what the fuck she wants with her money? Like it’s not new information that Chloe has money and is obviously gonna spend it and people are gonna know because she’s on social media? Like who really fucking cares?? Like genuinely who actually fucking cares?? There are way bigger fish to fry? At least she’s giving a cat a nice home tf? These anons are REACHING! Her buying a cat didn’t have shit to do with what she said about trump supporters, but the mad ass trump supporters are gonna watch her every move and wait for any moment to be like “SEe ShEs WrOnG!!” Like get a life omfg.

I swear these anons take any chance they get to make a mountain out of a molehill just so they can have something to say about the Lukasiaks. It Is Not That Deep.

I think there’s a split between anons who want to criticize chloe because they just don’t like her/the lukasiaks, anons who are straight up tr*mp supporters and are big mad, and a couple of anons (who I’ve included in this post) who are probably more liberal/leftist who are critical of her from that end. when it comes to the first two groups, I agree, they’re just looking for things to get pissed about/reasons to dunk on chloe/ways to prove that I “coddle” the lukasiaks. for the third group, I understand some of their criticisms, but also think that what chloe has said has been overblown to make their argument.

and since other anons have pointed out that chloe did not, in fact, spend $3000 on this cat, but rather took it and some of its littermates in as strays, this whole argument just feels like exactly what you said--Not That Deep.

#anonymous #answered #chloe lukasiak #long post under the cut