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writingdayandnight · 3 years

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Line Without a Hook - Rafael Barba Imagine

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader (Fem. Pronouns)

Word Count: 2650

A/N: Inspiration struck, perhaps a little OOC. Will probably go back later and edit. Just a little treat for everyone who misses Barba like I do.

10:56 PM.

There was not a doubt in Rafael’s mind that he would not be home until after midnight. This case had been excruciating--brutal, really. Everyone had been pushed to their breaking point. Blood, sweat, and tears were poured into this case.

And here Rafael was with a pen cap fastened between his teeth, struggling to write an opening argument. It all seemed trivial. That words had the power to make or break a month’s worth of hard work. And that all he could think about was going home to his partner.

He wouldn’t allow himself the privilege of a break until he finished his opening and prepped the summations, which was always his least favorite part. Tying everything together with a neat bow seemed to minimize the effort put into seeking justice. But it was his strong suit. There wasn’t a jury he couldn’t convince if given enough leeway during summations.

His mind wandered yet again, back to the person that was waiting for him. He knew she would still be waiting for him when he got home, undoubtedly doing work of her own. She found solace in the quiet of the night. She would sit at the dining table with papers scattered across the surface, highlighters uncapped, lukewarm tea cooling unforgotten.

Then there were her expressions. A furrowed brow while drafting a proposal. A lip bite accompanied by pensive tapping on the table. Her head slowly moving to the beat of the music that was playing from the speaker in the corner of the room. An exasperated sigh escaping as she typed another after-hours email. All of these things were the tiny details that Rafael loved noticing, learning, anticipating.

Finally, Rafael caved and placed a long-awaited phone call.

“Raf,” she answered, voice as tender as kiss goodbye.

“Cariño,” he replied, feeling a million times better just knowing she was on the opposite end of the line.

“When will you be home?” He could hear her trying to hide a yawn behind the scenes.

“Not any time soon.”

“Rafael, please take care of yourself,” she pleaded, yet it was to no avail. She knew this.

“I have to finish this prep, Cariño.” He could hear her eyes roll from across the line, “I bet you’re still doing work, too.”

“That’s none of your business,” she retorted, with a guilty shift in energy.

“Take care of yourself,” he repeated, “I’ll be home soon. Don’t wait up.”

“I love you.”

His heart grew full, “I love you more.”

Rafael ended the call, reclining in his leather chair. He had been overcome by love, both for his partner and for the way his life had been going lately. Despite the monstrosities he witnessed at work, everything had been going well. Even then, he enjoyed working with his coworkers; they acted as a support system, making the job a little more bearable.

Then there was his love life. For once, everything was going right. He felt loved, supported, and capable of doing the same for his partner. It had been too long since he had that privilege. He knew too well the outcomes of a loveless life and he was trying desperately to escape them. Deep down, he understood that he didn’t deserve that.

But there were times where he thought he didn’t deserve the love he had stumbled into. Never in a million years would he have thought that he would have fallen in love with the girl from the bar.

The rain had finally let up outside, encouraging a few stragglers to clear the bar. Rafael remained, nursing a scotch on the rocks, muttering to himself about the news on the television overhead. It was a bunch of nonsense about the news anchor he and the SVU squad had just charged. He couldn’t listen much longer.

A gust of wind hit as the door to Forlini’s opened; it sent shivers down Rafael’s back. Inquisitively, Rafael turned to see the person who just waltzed into the bar. Much to his surprise, it was a beautiful woman. He smirked and returned to his drink, secretly hoping that she would find her way to the bar.

She did just that, taking a seat two stools down from Rafael. He continued to watch the television, discreetly listening to her conversation with the bartender. Small talk. Nothing more, nothing less. Aside from her order--a vodka cranberry.

“Will you get a load of this idiot?” She chirped, scoffing at the story of the news anchor. Her head was tilted in Rafael’s direction.

He took a moment to answer, pausing to make sure she was directing her remarks towards him.

“He’s surely a handful,” Rafael replied.

Just then, his face appeared on the television screen. They had played his interview on the courthouse steps. He had been ambushed by the press, and even though he delivered better than most, it was not his best work. He silently thanked the Lord that the sound was off.

“Is that you?” She asked, spinning in her seat to face Rafael.

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s a shame, you look better in person,” she tisked, taking another sip of her drink.

Rafael couldn’t respond out of awe. No, that wasn’t the right word. He couldn’t respond because he was flustered. That was a first.

“Sorry, it’s the vodka talking,” she retracted, making a face that suggested she was embarrassed.

“No, I’m flattered. It’s not everyday the pretty girl at the bar tells me how attractive I look while sulking alone.”

“This is your version of sulking? Sitting at a bar surrounded by a bunch of people?”

“Perhaps,” he smirked, “Rafael,” he offered his hand.

“Y/N.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

“I was named after a comic book character, please don’t give my parents that kind of credit,” she laughed. It was contagious, infecting Rafael with an affliction that could not be easily cured. Not without an exchange of numbers and a couple of dates.

The memories of their first meeting flooded Rafael’s mind. It further distracted him from the task at hand. But how could he not think of the most impactful night of his life? Screw graduating from law school or getting promoted; nothing could top falling in love with Y/N.

Nothing could top her love. From the little notes she dropped in Rafael’s briefcase to the silent support she offered when Rafael was not strong enough to ask for it. That’s when his mind wandered even farther, thinking back to the night he decided he was in love with Y/N.

Rafael sat on the couch in a near-catatonic state. He couldn’t muster enough energy to move. His mind kept circling back to the horrors he had witnessed over the past 24 hours. In his ten years, never once had a case hit him this hard. It just cemented the callousness of man, something he had been trying to deny for so long. There was no such thing as a good person.

There was a knock at the door, a sound that should have startled him. Instead he was too lost in thought to react. He simply got up from the couch and headed to the door, only to be greeted by Y/N on the other side.

“Rafael,” she mused, before noticing the hurt behind his eyes, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She invited herself in, dropping her overnight bag by the door. Concern washed over her.

Rafael tried to speak but no words came out. He couldn’t find the right thing to say. His choices were to expose Y/N to the horrors of his job or simply keep it bottled up. His choice was the latter; he couldn’t bear the thought of unloading this grief on her.

“Raf, please talk to me,” she quietly pleaded.

He did not respond. Instead, he made his way to the couch, taking a seat in the same spot he had been sulking in for the past three hours.

Y/N followed without command. She rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her hands gently around his arm. She placed a kiss on his cheek. It made Rafael’s heart jump, yet he still remained silent.

But that didn’t deter Y/N. She remained glued to his side, occasionally laying a gentle kiss on him or drawing circles on his bicep. She didn’t push; she knew better than that. Still, just her presence brought Rafael to his knees.

After an hour or so, Rafael could feel her heartbeat slow. He could see her eyes fluttering shut from the corners of his.

“I love you,” he whispered, hoping that she wouldn’t hear. Rafael felt guilty saying those words for the first time in such a terrible state.

“I love you more,” she replied, drifting into a slumber in his arms.

Rafael knew this could never be true.

The hands on the clock seemed to turn at an unprecedented pace, yet Rafael had gotten little done. It all seemed pointless. There had to be more to life than this. Hours spent in some poorly-lit office drinking dirt flavored coffee, waiting for his mind to stop running a marathon so he could focus. Watching people suffer everyday for some little bit of justice. Doubting the existence of good in the world with every passing moment.

But the thing he couldn’t stand was being away from the love of his life. For such a pointless endeavor. It was pointless, but it wasn’t what he wanted. Not anymore. Not with the prospect of love sitting right in front of him. In that moment, he decided to be the most spontaneous he had ever been.

He whipped open the bottom left drawer of his desk, pulled out a copy of his resignation letter, signed it, and placed it in the mailbox of his boss. He grabbed his jacket, briefcase, and cellphone before practically running to the lobby of Hogan Place. By a stroke of sheer luck, a taxi had been idling outside. Rafael got into the taxi without hesitation--or permission--and called out the address to the apartment he had shared with Y/N. Getting to their front door was his only objective.

As he settled into the taxi, he reached inside of his briefcase and felt a small item lodged at the bottom. Rafael quizzically pulled it out, determining that it was cube-shaped. As it was illuminated by the passing streetlights, he recognized it instantly. And that’s where he decided to make the best decision of his life.

“Mami, are you going to be okay if I’m gone for two weeks on vacation?” Rafael asked, changing a lightbulb in his mother’s apartment.

It was a Saturday which meant it was his day to do chores around his mother’s apartment, with much reluctance on behalf of Lucia, while Y/N went through her laminated chore checklist back at their apartment. Rafael had come straight from his office, totally forgetting his to-dos. Until Y/N reminded him--a pretty common occurrence.

“I promise, Mijo,” she said, taking his hand and guiding him down the step stool, “I’m just happy you’re taking time off.”

“Me too,” he sighed, a wave of bliss flooding his mind as he thought of going to Greece with Y/N. He’s dreamt of her sunburnt cheeks and wine-stained lips since the moment he bought the tickets.

“It seems like an awfully romantic vacation. Have you thought about asking yet?” Lucia hinted, pointing to her ring finger.

Rafael didn’t want to say ‘yes.’ He didn’t want to let her know that he had been planning it since their six-month anniversary. He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with the woman he loved.

“I’ve considered it,” he teased, “but Greece is too cliche. She wouldn’t appreciate it.”

“You underestimate her, Rafi. She loves you.”

“And I love her. More than anything.”

Lucia scoffed, furrowing her brow in disgust.

“Besides you, Mami,” he sang, pulling her in for a hug,

While in Rafael’s arms, Lucia slyly removed a small box from her pocket and slipped it into Rafael’s briefcase. It was his grandmother’s ring, the one she always talked about leaving for him. The one she made sure to mention everyday she was sick. Lucia would never forget something that important.

Rafael grabbed his belongings with haste, basically throwing $50 at the cab driver, telling him to keep the tip. He slammed the door behind him, jogging to the apartment elevators. He was too lost in thought to greet the doorman or the security guard at the front desk. He was focused on one thing and one thing only.

The elevator couldn’t come fast enough--Rafael tapped his foot anxiously, cursing the damned thing. As soon as it opened, he pushed the 8th floor button at least ten times. He felt a rush of nausea, excitement, fear run over him. The elevator dinged and Rafael ran, rummaging through his pockets for his keys.

He opened the door as fast as he could, revealing Y/N calmly making a cup of tea in the kitchen. Lamplight illuminated the living room. Her laptop was opened to a document, purple and yellow sticky notes scattered on the table. 2000s Pop Hits playing in the background. He had captured her in her natural element; he was witnessing the essence of Y/N.

“Baby, it’s midnight,” he spoke, calmer than he had been all day.

“I know, but I was in the zone. I thought you wouldn’t be home tonight,” she answered, walking over to place a kiss on his lips, before strolling back to the kitchen to stop the whistling kettle.

Rafael’s heart was beating out of his chest. His hands were shaking, mind racing. This was it. This felt right.

“Y/N?”

“What’s up, babe?” She gently blew on her tea to cool it down.

“I quit my job today.”

Y/N almost did a spit, “I’m sorry, what?” She exclaimed.

“I couldn’t do it anymore. It broke me, Y/N.” He sighed, walking to her side, “There are better things in life than case briefs and court.”

Y/N was shocked but supportive, “Well, I’m glad you’re finally free. Why don’t you get ready for bed and sleep for the first time in a decade?” She laughed, placing her hand on his shoulder.

“There’s one more thing,” Rafael said, reaching into his pocket and for the emerald box that housed his grandmother’s ring,

Rafael expected the words to escape him; he hadn’t prepared anything in the taxi. These weren’t summations, he needed guidance.

But that didn’t stop him.

“Y/N, you made me realize that I don’t want to live my life circling the drain and going through the motions. You have brought color to my black and white life. The joy you bring me everyday is immeasurable. Every second I spend away from you makes me feel like the world is ending. I can’t live without you, Y/N. That’s why I’m asking you-” Rafael began to bend his knee before Y/N cut him off.

“Yes! You don’t even have to ask. Yes, yes, yes!” She exclaimed, a tear already sliding down her cheek.

Rafael pulled out his grandmother’s golden ring from the box and slipped it on Y/N’s finger with extra care, as if she was made of glass. Tears had formed in his eyes as well, seeing the ring that reminded him so much of the other most important lady in his life. The most romantic person he had ever met.

“I love you, Y/N. I wish I could have given you a better proposal, but I couldn’t wait,” he chuckled, once again admiring how well the ring hugged her fingers.

“If you waited any longer, I was going to ask you,” she laughed, kissing him again and again. “Let’s go to bed,” she whispered, placing a kiss on Rafael’s neck.

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canisterofsoda · 3 years

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incoming long list of incorrect quotes because im getting annoying on discord so you people have to deal with me now

Kei: Looking left cause you don’t treat me right

Han: Looking right because you left

Rose: Looking up cause you let me down

Oliver: Looking down cause you fucked up

Blair: What is wrong with you guys

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Kei: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one!

Han: Tubular AF!

Rose: Mood to the max!

Oliver, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it.

Blair, just as annoyed: If she breathes, she’s a square.

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Kei: What’s something you guys are better than Han at?

Rose: Mario Kart.

Oliver: Yeah, video games.

Blair: Emotional vulnerability.

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Kei: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?

Han: Have everyone stand.

Rose: Bring three more chairs!

Oliver: The most important ones can sit down.

Blair: Kill three.

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Kei: Favorite horror movie?

Han: It

Rose: Saw

Oliver: Annabelle

Blair: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

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Kei: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Han: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Rose: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Oliver: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Blair: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

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Kei: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life

Han: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!

Rose: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!

Oliver: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Blair: My moral code, is that you?

Kei:

Kei: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

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Kei: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Han: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies

Blair: Socks are Feetie Heaties

Oliver: Forks are Stabby Grabbies

Han: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties

Blair: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies

Oliver: Stamps are Lickie Stickies

Rose, annoyed: You are disappointments

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Kei: Where's Han, Rose, and Oliver?

Blair: They're playing hide and seek.

Kei: Where?

Blair: I don't think you get how this game works.

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Kei: You kidnapped Han? That’s illegal!

Rose: But Kei, what’s more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing Han, or destroying our dreams?

Kei: Kidnapping Han, Rose!!!

Oliver: Kei, listen, whatever I may think of you right now- these guys are counting on you to inspire them!

Kei: What, to kidnap people?!?!

Oliver: To work together!

Kei: TO KIDNAP PEOPLE?!?!?!?!

Blair: Kei, we all agreed a Han is a not a people.

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Kei: Anyone d-

Han: Depressed?

Rose: Drained?

Oliver: Dumb?

Blair: Disliked?

Kei: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people ...

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Kei: Nothing in life is free.

Han: Love is free!

Rose: Adventure is free.

Oliver: Knowledge is free.

Blair: Everything is free if you take it without paying.

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Kei: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Han: ... Your what?

Kei: My friends.

Rose: Are they saying “friends”?

Oliver: I think they're being sarcastic.

Blair: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Kei! All of your friends are in this room.

Kei: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

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Kei: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Han: Rude.

Rose: That’s fair.

Oliver: Not again.

Blair: Are you going to want this back?

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Kei: Are we really going to let Han keep Rose?

Oliver: We kept Blair.

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Kei: What does 'take out' mean?

Han: Food.

Rose: Dating

Oliver: Murder

Blair: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

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Kei: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Han: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Rose: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Han, learn to listen.

Oliver: What if it bites itself and I die?

Blair: That’s voodoo.

Himari: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Han: That’s correlation, not causation.

Oliver: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Blair: That’s kinky.

Kei: Oh my God.

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*The squad is over at Kei's house*

Han: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven?

Kei: ... N-No...

Kei, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???

Han, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought!

Rose: I see a-

Kei, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.

Han: Oh, well I-

Kei: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*

Kei, amazed: Its got a bake setting!

Oliver: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!

Blair: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?

Kei: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin!

Kei: I am someone who owns four ovens...

Kei, louder and way too happy: I am someone... who owns FOUR OVENS...

Kei: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens...

Himari, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven!

Kei:

Han: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!

Kei:

Kei, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

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Kei: Rules are made to be broken.

Han: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Rose: Uh, piñatas.

Oliver: Glow sticks.

Blair: Karate boards.

Himari: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Kei: Rules.

Han:

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Kei: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Han: >:O language

Rose: Yeah watch your fucking language

Oliver: OKAY WHO TAUGHT ROSE THE FUCK WORD?

Blair: 'The fuck word'.

Himari: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Rose: Oh my god they censored it

Blair: Say fuck, Himari.

Rose: Do it, Himari. Say fuck.

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'Can I copy the homework?'

Kei: I can help you with it!

Han: Yeah, sure.

Rose: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Oliver: lol nope.

Blair: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Himari: *Read 5:55pm*

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Kei: Time for plan G.

Han: Don’t you mean plan B?

Kei: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Rose: What about plan D?

Kei: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Oliver: What about plan E?

Kei: I’m hoping not to use it. Blair dies in plan E.

Himari: I like plan E.

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Kei: We need to distract these guys

Han: Leave it to me

Han: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Rose, Oliver, and Blair: *Immediately begin arguing*

Himari, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

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*The squad right before Kei's wedding*

Han: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend.

Rose: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!

Oliver: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well

Blair: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND

Himari, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE

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Kei: Croissants: dropped

Han: Road: works ahead

Rose: BBQ sauce: on my titties

Oliver: Shavacado: fre

Blair: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

Himari:

Himari, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

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Kei: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.

Han: Okay, but what is updog?

Rose: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.

Oliver: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.

Blair: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.

Himari: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.

Kei: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.

Oliver: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.

Rose: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.

Han: What’s a henway??

Kei: Oh, about five pounds.

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Kei: Just be yourself.

Han: 'Be myself'? Kei, I have one day to win Rose over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?

Oliver: Couple weeks.

Blair: Six months.

Himari: Jury’s still out.

Han: See, Kei?

Han: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

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Kei: I CAN'T DO IT!

Han, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!

Kei: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

Rose: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Kei:

Kei: I appreciate it,

Kei: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

Oliver: Kei-

Kei: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

Blair: Kei we gotta-

Kei: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Kei: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'

Kei, motioning to Himari: NOT FUCKING THIS

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*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*

Kei: Thanks fam!

Han: oh no

Rose: *cries* I love you too

Oliver: Sounds fake but okay

Blair: *A flustered mess*

Himari: can i get a refund

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Kei: Hewwo.

Han: Hihiiiiii!

Rose: Greetings, Humans.

Blair: Three kinds of people.

Oliver: I want pudding.

Kei: Four kinds of people.

Himari: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS?

Blair: Five kinds of people.

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Kei, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Han: Hey.

Rose: Hi.

Oliver: Hello.

Blair: Hey!

Kei: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Himari: We were out of Doritos.

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Kei: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*

Han: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents

Kei: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you

Rose: Actually I did the math, Han would have $225, not $0.15.

Han: Fam I’m right here....

Oliver: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)

Kei: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?

Oliver: Sorry I only have a dollar

Kei: :(

Rose: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Han would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent

Oliver: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice

Rose: You can buy anything you want with $22,500

Blair: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice

Rose: Apply juice to what

Himari: Directly to the forehead

Han: Great chat everyone

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Kei: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?

Han: Nope, absolutely not.

Rose: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through.

Oliver: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.

Blair: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.

Himari: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

#soda's ocs #incorrect quotes generator my beloved

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dreamingofscully · 4 years

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Bated Breath

Rating: G Length: 2198 words Classification: M/S UST

Summary: Mulder drives Scully home from the hospital after the events of “Milagro”

Thank you to my wonderful betas @suitablyaggrieved, @starbuckthirteen, J_A_Hunnings/AO3, and Princess 20-Sided Die. This is my first fic and I’m so nervous.

Read this on AO3.

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On the short drive from the hospital to Scully's apartment, Mulder feels like the air between them is almost tangible, heavy with their unspoken words. He glances over at Scully every few minutes and he can't help but notice the small imperfections that tell the story of what she's been through - the smudged makeup, the spot of dried blood she missed below her ear.

His hands tremble. He tightly grips the steering wheel when he thinks about how he almost lost her. He takes a deep breath, and reaches his hand out between them, touching the side of her leg with the backs of his fingers. Her fingers grasp his wrist - briefly, gently - and she leaves them there, skin against skin. Barely a handhold, but enough to know he's not unwelcome.

When they arrive, Mulder walks her up to her apartment and unlocks the door for her. He's reluctant to let her out of his sight but he's not sure how much she'll let him hover. She isn’t pulling away from him - her usual strategy after experiencing any sort of trauma. He keeps silent, afraid that if he said something wrong, she’d snap back into the Scully he knew and that she’d insist she was fine and tell him to leave.

She enters in front of him, the space barely big enough for her to fit but she slips through effortlessly, like she takes up no space. Her hand reaches towards him, inviting him in.

Mulder shuts the door behind them and stands there awkwardly. He's not sure what she's thinking, not sure how long he’ll be wanted or needed.

He thinks back to that moment he found her in his apartment, covered in her own blood and so quiet and still on the floor. His relief upon her awakening shattered by her fear and desperation. Her desperate need to be reassured and held. Images flash through his head of her hand seeking his when the police questioned her, her shoulder leaning towards him when he insisted on taking her to the hospital, her forehead pressing against his chest while they waited for a doctor to check her over.

It’s just a lingering need for comfort, he concludes, she just needs to know she's alive. Soon she'll go back to keeping her distance. He hopes that this uncharacteristic mood will stick around for awhile though, because he doesn't want to stop being close to her. He offers to make them tea, a hopeful waver in his voice.

Scully smiles warmly, her eyes finally connecting with his. He sees a strange calmness there.

"I'm just going to have a quick shower and get changed. Make the chamomile." Her first words are soft and scratchy, just barely loud enough in her silent apartment. She places her hand on his arm, brushes it down to his hand, where she squeezes their fingers together briefly before walking towards her bedroom.

He doesn't know if she needs him, but he needs her.

Mulder heads to the kitchen, fills the kettle and places it on the stove. There are three boxes of chamomile, and he can't tell which one he should use. He walks to her bedroom, thinking he'll just tap on her door to ask which one she'd prefer; instead, he finds the door wide open and Scully's pale, slim back visible just inside, the dim light from her bathroom illuminating her from behind. She's pulling on her robe and for a moment Mulder swears that time slows down. He watches the glow of her skin disappear under the blue silk of her robe, and as his gaze travels upwards he sees her watching him over her shoulder. The fan of her hair covers half of her face, but he can see her mouth turned up faintly in another smile.

She ties the sash on her robe, walks over and taps one of the boxes of tea in his hands. “This one,” she says, still smiling. He tries to respond, but finds himself unable to come up with just the right sort of joke to hide behind and regain some measure of control. He’s floundering, frozen in place, unsure and speechless. Her smile widens and she walks towards her bathroom, closing the door with a soft click.

Normally, Mulder would have felt like an intruder after having witnessed such an intimate moment, but her warm expression seemed to welcome him, or was that simply wishful thinking? Either way, he takes a few minutes to recover before heading back to the kitchen.

On the way, he absentmindedly picks up something hard and smooth from a table in her living room - a shell. He pauses, rotates it in his hands, wondering what this item means to her. Is it something that represents a significant memory, that she smiles at every time she notices it? Or was it a gift, equally precious because of its reminder of a special person? Maybe it caught her eye in a shop, and she simply admired its appearance.

He is suddenly and desperately filled with the desire to know, and saddened by the fact that he has never bothered to simply ask her these things. So much of her past is shrouded in mystery, only because he’s been so selfish and obsessed with his damn quest. He demands so much, and she gives of herself always and without hesitation. If something were to happen to her or she finally decided to leave, what memories would he have to hold onto? How much of her would he actually have?

Mulder’s depressing, rambling thoughts are broken by the tell-tale rattling of pipes that signals the end of Scully’s shower - he hadn’t realized how long he’d been standing there beating himself up. He places the shell back on the table and rushes to finish the preparations for the tea. His fingers tap restlessly on the countertop as he waits for the kettle and he shakes his head to try to clear his thoughts, not wanting to bring any more darkness into their time together tonight.

The kettle whistles and he pours the hot water into two mugs - an elegant cup for her that he knows she favors and the “Albert Einstein was an alien'' mug for him, a gift he got her several years ago that he always uses when he’s here. Just as he's carefully fishing out the label that dropped inside, he feels a small hand on his lower back.

Scully.

She inserts herself beside him and underneath his arm, her small form surprising him with its graceful agility. Her hand grazes from his back to his waist, wrapping around him with ease and strange familiarity. She looks up at him and smiles, her face scrubbed clean and hair curled and towel-dried from her shower. Her glance moves from his eyes to his mouth, where he's sucking on his burned finger.

"Thank you." she murmurs. She tugs on his shirt and pulls him towards her living room, grasping her cup of tea in the other hand. He follows, feeling oafish and gangly compared to her sudden transformation into some sort of ethereal sylph.

They sit close together on her couch, sipping their tea. It's not something he would normally drink, but he sips slowly, tolerating the smooth, slightly bitter flavor for as long as it lets him stay. He fidgets and can't quite figure out how to sit next to her, discomforted by his awareness of her physicality and his inability to define this shift that has taken place within her.

Scully rests one of her hands, warm from the tea, on his thigh. Her calm seeps into him and he feels content to just sit and be. A few minutes pass, and Mulder finds his voice. He begins to tell a rambling tale of a dryad who loved a mortal, trailing off when he nears the inevitable tragic ending. She finishes the story for him, a dimple forming in her cheek, that she should finish his tale for him.

“Keep talking.” she urges. He obliges, talking of nothing and everything, until their tea cools and they seem to relax into each other.

He turns to look at her, shifting away slightly so he can study her face. Such a contrast to her panic and fear from earlier today - she seems to have recovered remarkably quickly. Maybe it's not the quickness he's noticing but the distance she's come, the complete turnaround from before. He's not sure what it is but she's... still touching him. Smiling frequently. It's definitely good - great, even - but he feels like he’s in a dream. This version of Scully leaves him disoriented and self-conscious.

She turns to face him as well, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a half-smile. The mug of tea makes a muffled click as she sets it on a coaster.

"Like what you see?" her voice is amused, teasing. He realises he's been staring.

Mulder continues to look at her. Impulsively, he reaches out a hand and runs his knuckles delicately over her cheek.

"Very much." His voice is tender and sweet, and he’s not sure what possessed him to diverge from their usual playful banter.

Scully's eyes flicker, her pupils dilate slightly, and they lower briefly to his lips. Her tongue slides out and wets her upper lip and she seems, somehow, to be closer without moving an inch. Mulder feels a spark travel from his chest to his groin. An overwhelming feeling of intense anticipation rises within him - like he's at the top of a roller coaster about to take the first fall.

The silence stretches between them for too long. Scully's eyes shift away and sudden shyness and insecurity seems to take hold of her. Him too - what is he thinking?

They both turn away with a sigh, chuckling at their synchronized stumbling. The moment lost, they lean back against the couch, still joined from shoulder to thigh.

Mulder breaks the silence by clearing his throat. "You seem really OK - more than me, Scully." Mulder tilts his head in her direction. Scully seems to be watching the ceiling; her damp, wavy hair fanning out around her, the ends tickling his arm.

"Yeah. I'm... OK." Scully's mouth lifts slightly, but doesn't quite reach a smile this time. "I don't think I've ever been that scared before but... after my, uh, outburst I felt..." her hands wave as she searches for the right words. "I don't know, I felt peaceful. Like some sort of darkness I've been holding on to for a long, long time just melted away." Her eyebrows are slightly knitted together, the way they do when she's deep in thought.

"This case made me realize something, Mulder, something we've been trying to avoid for a very long time." She turns her head to look at him, still lying back on the couch. They’re sitting even closer than usual, and Mulder can feel the warm puffs of each breath as she thinks about what she’s trying to say.

"I... " She drops her gaze. He can see the war within her, the arguments taking place, a decision being made. She meets his eyes with a steely determination, and utters a single word.

"Us." Staring at him directly. There is no mistaking her meaning. There is no room to hide from the implications. Mulder is knocked sideways, his mouth dry. It's not strange that Scully is the one confounding him, but he's definitely unaccustomed to feeling like she has all the answers and he's left behind, trying to catch up.

And with that she pats his leg, smiles again and rises from the couch, taking their cups to the kitchen.

"You can sleep on the couch. I know you probably want to stay and make sure I'm alright." She returns with a pillow and blankets, all business and common sense now, a familiar Scully that comforts him but makes him feel as if he's squandered something special.

"I know you're really tired. Please don't leave. I don't want to worry about you driving." She ruffles his hair as she passes behind him, not waiting for an answer. "Good night, Mulder."

With that, she's gone, her slippered feet making only the barest of whispers on the carpet as she shuffles towards her bedroom.

He needs to think, to finally allow himself to contemplate what happened between them tonight. It’s something he’s pushed aside and didn’t allow himself to seriously consider because he always paired relationships with their painful and inevitable end, and that absolutely couldn’t happen with him and Scully. She seemed so sure though, and if there was one thing he learned over these years, it was that she never made a decision without weighing all of the possible consequences. Maybe he should trust her with this as well.

Not knowing what else to do, Mulder makes his bed on the couch, strips to his t-shirt and boxers and lies down. Exhaustion pulls at him as the last pulses of adrenaline fade from his bloodstream.

As he closes his eyes, he can almost pretend she’s still here beside him, her scent lingering on the cushions. He smiles and thinks, Soon.

#xf fanfic #my fic #post-Milagro #UST #almost there #important fluff #this is what I see in my head #msr #msrheadcanon #mulder and scully #xfiles #x-files #mulder x scully

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Ok, so imagine Professor Membrane was an irken, next in line to be the Tallest. But he doesn't want to be Tallest. He's a scientist and that's all he wants to be. So he finds a planet a little off the star maps, (the sticky notes the tallest pointed at in episode 1 ) he fakes his death in a lab explosion and hides on earth, establishing himself as the smartest man on the planet. Mizuki becomes tallest instead.

Ahhhh!! Yeah, he’d pursue his passion for science so he can actually make a difference, instead of just being stuck in a leadership position, trying to conquer other planets to convert them into parking lots (unless the plan for Irken conquest came about later). In this case he’d be stuck on Earth for a long time. Cuz I think Zim’s killed Tallest Miyuki a really long time ago, like before becoming an invader???

More ramblings under the cut. (Endgame Zimbrane! What would this post be without that pairing? ON this blog? ahahha)

SO, he’d be on Earth for decades, away from his own species (unless he got visitors). Still that would make for a really lonely existence, especially cuz Earth is a dirtball full of the universe’s version of reclusive hicks and he’s got to wear a disguise to fit in. But then he’d grow to love Earth and what it holds cuz there’s a lot to be done there and he loves seeing how a short-lived species grows and adapts.

But then he’d wished for some sort of companion/apprentice and so that’s why his kids came about. So, he wanted to use regular Irken cloning technology to create identical clones, but then he’d realize that it would mean having his smeets grow at a slower age than everyone else, giving them Irken weaknesses in a planet that seems out to get them, and making them have to hide themselves from any potential predators out to expose them. Which, is something Prof Membrane doesn’t wish for, so maybe he just gave up on the idea of having actual Irken smeets and just genetically engineers human babies with some of his traits and some cosmic science/”magic”(maybe that’s why Dib has so many allergies and why Gaz has scary powers).

And when Zim finds out that there was another Irken living on Earth who doesn’t want to destroy it, who actively pursues science for the benefit of humankind, AND who is the father of his worst enemy, then I’d guess he’d be super intrigued, especially if he’s well-known as the Irken who disappeared before becoming Tallest, which is the highest honour ever (rumours would abound). Maybe Zim would think that he was kidnapped or brainwashed and as a loyal citizen of the Irken Empire, would seek to rescue/liberate him to reinstate him as the true/hidden Tallest (if Prof Membrane is still the tallest Irken alive) a la Simba from Lion King (”Remember who you are”).

This could lead to funny scenarios where Zim just plops into Prof Membrane’s lab to take him away from his work but then his means of transportation just ends up being destroyed and they land in a romantic location, so ZIm just bullshits his way into saying it was all according to the plan and they just start these intense discussions and talks about how Irk’s been, what it’s been like living on Earth, any surprising scientific discoveries they found, etc. Zim does this often enough that Prof Membrane’s lab assistants/colleagues/employees just start assuming that they’re an item.

Prof Membrane started off being wary of Zim just kidnapping him esp cuz Dib keeps warning Prof Membrane about Zim but he has several plans of attack and defense for every possible scenario, so he’ll never be scared by whatever Zim throws at him. But he doesn’t enjoy any more harm to be done against him or to the surrounding environments, so he started distracting Zim with basic small talk, which eventually became full blown conversations lasting hours. And with all these kidnappings, vehicle crashes, and talks, he’s actually starting to genuinely enjoy Zim. Especially cuz he’s been alone, with no one to confide to on planet Earth.

Somehow, with each kidnapping, Zim manages to crash into more and more extravagantly romantic places, where he’d be forced to stay put to repair his Cruiser or until Gir/Minimoose fetch him an illegally stolen lorry to hide his Voot. Zim would grumble over his crashed ship and delayed plans but with Prof Membrane’s distractions, he’d feel content to talk about things he missed being in space, surrounded by Irk’s culture. He’d feel like he had a friend, someone who he could eventually trust (and what does it matter that he initially thought of humouring Prof Membrane’s small talk to convince Prof Membrane to leave Earth to become the Tallest? He’s honest with what he says).

Since Zim believes that Prof Membrane is the right Tallest, he doesn’t feel the need to appease the current Tallests. So he thinks it safe to open up to Prof Membrane. About his doubts on the mission, his fears of being a bad Irken, a defective, and about all the disasters he caused. This could be the turning point of their relationship. Where they accept that they actually have feelings for the other, i.e. Prof Membrane realizes he loves Zim when he wants to do whatever it takes to take away Zim’s sorrow and end up comforting him, and Zim realizes that he loves Prof Membrane when he feels accepted after Prof Membrane cheers him up.

And how does this all end? Dib and Gaz find out about their heritage, of course they would! Zim finally learns to appreciate Earth and is willing to stay there forever with his partner and adopted kids, although Prof Membrane finding out what the Irken Empire has accomplished on the other half of the Universe, he’d be like “The universe needs my help! I can’t, in good conscience, leave some pathetic, ineffectual little rebellion be the only force going against two idiots too occupied with snacking and destroying to rule the Universe!” He gets one of those “with great height comes great responsibility” epiphanies.

He and Zim end up liberating the conquered planets by taking over the previous Tallests positions cuz height really is everything and the Control Brains are the ones who do the Pak programming, so Red and Purple are tossed to the side fairly easily (they still live a comfortable life filled with doughnuts though).

Many Irkens actually prefer Prof Membrane because 1) he’s really tall, 2) he gives his citizens more rights, and 3) he’s just really badass with his tech and knowledge + he really supports the science sector of the empire and can be found mostly conducting research. Zim rules in his stead when Prof Membrane is busy (Zim is surprisingly good as a ruler, as long as Prof Membrane gives him affection and an outlet for his destructive tendencies (he gets to punish criminals with stuff he designs himself)).

(I know it’s a Disney ending, but I’m just making it up as I go).

#zim #professor membrane #zimbrane #zapmr #pmazr #ask #killyousall #long post #text #mine #ramblings #thanks for the ask!

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teacher!day6

Characters: Day6

Genre: slice of life

Words: 2.5k

Description: how Day6 would be like as teachers!

For context; Kindergarten: Ages 3 to 6 Primary school: Ages 7 to 12 Secondary school: Ages 13 to 17 Tertiary education: Ages 17 to 19 University: 19 onwards ---

SUNGJIN

Honestly...seeing leader as a teacher for a particular age group is hard

Because I feel like he'll be good with all ages

I can see him being the father-like teacher that admonishes the young ones cutely

But at the same time I can also see him being stern with the older ones

So..............................................

Just for leader............................

I'm not going to specify which age group he's teaching HAHA

Sungjin as a teacher would just generally be the "father" teacher

He’ll scold the kids when he has to

Even though he really does not like doing so

Might accidentally make the young ones cry with his stern lo

But when that happens he immediately softens and pats their hair / offers them a warm hug to soothe them

The little ones will always rummage around his bag for snacks just because his bag is practically BURSTING with them

But removes them from his bag fairly quickly – Sungjin as a teacher is still fiercely protective of his food HAHA (imagine a mother bear picking up her cub by it’s nape – that’s what it looks like when Sungjin removes the kids from his bag)

But ok jokes aside

Sungjin as a teacher is really caring

He might express his emotions very well

But he does care very deeply for his kids

Sends them away on their last day of kindergarten with a smile on his face

But sobs buckets later at home when he reads the cards they give him with their cute handwriting and drawings

Sobs more when he sees them draw him as a bear

Because he cannot decide if it’s cute or tragic that they see him as a bear after all the years of teaching them

Sungjin with the older ones which generally be more stern

Less smiles

Because he’s got an image to keep

The most the kids will see from him is his odd facial expressions when his slides / mic messes up when he lectures

Most are too intimidated to approach him

But for the brave few that do

They are pleasantly surprised

Because it turns out

That prof Sungjin is actually a pretty approachable guy with a wealth of knowledge to share with his students

And eventually this evolves into that sort of relationship where the kids begin to see him as a friend outside of lessons

Which leads to the most ridiculous encounters EVER

For example

‘hey prof’

‘I can’t believe you called me to fix your heater’

‘it’s winter! And the student services centre wasn’t responding’

‘the things I do for you guys’

‘thanks prof!’

Grumbles about coming out on a winter day during term break

But still fixes the heating for his kids nonetheless

But don’t worry

They repay his efforts by treating him to food when school starts again ;)

Overall

Sungjin as a teacher is generally one that does not show affection openly for his kids much

But deep down

They all know that he truly cares for them

Both academically and non-academically

JAE

Tertiary educator

Jae would be that really chill prof that the kids love alot

He’s not going to bother them too much even if they enter lectures a little late – he understands the tertiary education is tough and well, waking up late once in a while is not a sin

Probably not the type to bother them too much even if they doze off in his lectures – as long as they catch up on their own

He accepts it if they have a tardy appearance or are disorganised – he was like that as a student as well

But he will not accept tardiness in the work

Will get an earful from him if they slack off / hand in work late without a valid reason

If a student is constantly missing school

He’s going to check up on them constantly

And follow up with them regularly to make sure they get the help they need and are coping well from there on

Even though he’s a strict teacher

He always reminds his students that their mental health is more important than their studies

Which is why his students feel comfortable going to him for advice when they’re troubled with anything

And when I say anything

I really mean anything

From anxieties about their studies

To relationship problems

Jae listens to them all

And adjusts his response accordingly

If he has to be firm to snap his students out of their own self-deprecating mindset

He will

But for those that can’t handle his toughness

He will opt for being gentler with them

But no matter what

He will stick with his kids till the end and see them become a better version of themselves

Jae takes mental health very very very seriously

And his students appreciate him very much for that

Because he feels like one of the very few teachers that care about them

For who they are

Beyond their grades

But serious stuff aside

Jae is a fun teacher

Always bringing props to class to demonstrate a concept

Working in videos into his lectures to make sure the lecture is less boring

Probably the type of prof to bring in a soft toy and tosses the soft toy to a student when he wants them to answer a question

Tries to work in field trips when he can

But he’s not just all fun and games

He’s definitely very willing to stay back after lessons to help students work out the knots in their head

The only time students get scared of Jae:

When he debates too fiercely with them on model UN

Sorry

It’s in his blood

He loves arguing for a living

He will argue at every chance he gets

Even against his students

But other than that

He’s a very chill teacher

To sum it up

Teacher Jae is very much like Teacher Sungjin

Not much emotions in class

But outside of class

He will do anything for his students

He will stick by them

Until they become better and believe in themselves

YOUNG K

Secondary school teacher

Honestly Brian as a teacher is the easiest to write for so here goes!

Young K as a teacher would be so well-loved by everyone

but not because he's overly lenient / overly nice to them

He's well-loved for the right reasons

As a teacher he's the right mix of tough and soft

At this awkward of age learning to be a teenager, most kids will have a hard time adjusting to new bodily and emotional changes and I feel like Brian as a teacher would be really helpful with easing students into being an teenager

For this bunch of awkward teenagers still trying to find their identity, his honest advice would be really helpful in getting them to understand themselves and the world that they're still trying to figure.

He'll also be really attentive to those that get left out, always remembering to include them in class discussions by for example, calling them to answer questions. Similar to how he'll always laugh at Wonpil's jokes even when others are not paying attention.

He'll also be really good for this age group because he's very aware of the feelings of his students, which helps at this stage when some of them might still be sensitive.

When a student makes a joke that might potentially hurt another, he knows how to rein in the former without hurting them as well, thus saving both groups of students from potentially being hurt emotionally.

he also has enough child-like wonder in him to keep up with the enthusiasm of some boisterous students

As teenagers, they'll still get easily excited about things and Brian would help to fuel that excitement / passion by participating in their activities.

For example, if they ask him to act silly with them for class performances, Brian would surely join in and be willing to be as silly as he can possibly be with them. (Cue Old K outfit from Youth Encore concert)

Overall, Brian's personality is so versatile which is perfectly suited for the wide range of personalities he'll meet in teenagers

It really helps him connect with all of them

And this emotional connection in their formative years will make him a very memorable and well-loved teacher for years to come

WONPIL

Definitely a kindergarten teacher

There is no doubt on this

Nope

No one can change my mind on this

Not one bit

Wonpil just has so much child-like energy in him he is the PERFECT fit for being a kindergarten teacher

When the kids show him something they made / drew, he'll have the ability to match their level of excitement and make the children feel so loved and validated for their efforts

Which i feel is extremely important since kids began forming impressions at this stage and Being ignored might lead them to gradually close off / lose their passion for their interests

Wonpil will be that beacon that keeps the flame of passion burning bright in their little bodies

Always asking them what each item they drew is

Why they chose to write this poem on this particular subject

But this also means he’s prone to burn out at the end of the day because he does his best to give his utmost attention to each child

But no worries

Come a new day

When they greet him with a enthusiastic greeting early in the morning after their parents drop them off

Gone is his fatigue and all that’s left is a warm fuzzy feeling in him and a wide smile on his face

Might occasionally lose a kid when out on field trips because there’s just so many of them and only one him

But no worries

Turns out the kids are just playing hide and seek with him and they eventually come out of hiding

Finally feels like he can breathe again when he sees them

Carries the little rascal in his arms for the rest of the field trip

Until everyone else clamours to be carried by Teacher Wonpil

That’s when all hell breaks loose

But thankfully

He’s got a good team of teachers to help him rein in the little ones

Also the type to stay back in the centre till late at night until the parent of the last child comes by to pick their child after working overtime

Never complains though

Just sends a smile their way and reminds them to rest early before cleaning and locking up

Also the type to look out for any kids that might have trouble interacting with the rest of them

Coaxes them out from their corner using every method possible

Magic, acting silly – you name it, he’s done it

Really gives his whole soul and body into making sure every kid under him feels loved and included

When they cry

He holds them close and pats their back until they’ve stopped crying / they’ve fallen asleep

During naptime

Tucks each child in so carefully that other teachers try so hard not to shed a tear watching how much care and love he gives each kid

Cries every Teacher’s Day when his kids shower him with so much love and presents

By the end of the day

His eyes are puffy and red from all the crying done

Meanwhile his hands are full with all the presents he’s gotten over the course of the day he struggles to even wave to say goodbye to his kids

All in all

Kids love him

Parents adore him to bits

The other teachers consider him the real gem on the team

Wins ‘Best Teacher’ award every year

But the other teachers aren’t even jealous

Because they all know he truly deserves it

DOWOON

Drum teacher

Sorry but I can’t see this cute fluffball as an educator in a formal setting

As a drum teacher

Dowoon is chill

Like super chill

Has a lesson plan

But does not follow it strictly

He teaches his kids the basics

But lets them free later

They can play whatever song they want

But the moment they start singing along and lyrics contain profanities

His eyes get wide

His ears get all red

And he immediately turns down the music before telling them that they can’t sing that song

Sweats bullets for the rest of the lesson

With the young ones

He’s very patient

Teaches them step by step until they get it right

If they need more help

He’s willing to give them extra lessons

At no extra charge

As long as the student truly wants to learn

He will put in the same effort to help them excel

For those that are slightly better

He challenges them with tougher pieces

The tempo is faster

There is more variation in the beats

By the end

This kid is probably sweating buckets and completely tired

But when Dowoon extends the bottle of water to them before shooting them a thumbs up

They are ready for round 2

Very accepting of students of all abilities

He makes it a point to include every single student at the annual drum concert

And when I say every single one

I really mean every single one

No one gets left behind under Teacher Dowoon

He might seem forgetful

But Teacher Dowoon actually has a great memory

He prepares small gifts and cards for each student during their birthday

Often times it is an encouraging message appreciating the student for their efforts

Which motivates his kids to continue to work harder

Even years after they’ve graduated from his drum academy

They still thank him in their award winning speeches

And sends their kids to be taught by him

Just like how Dowoon is loved by the entire universe

His students love Teacher Dowoon in the same way

And he truly asks for nothing more

Then for his students to be happy doing what they love and to grow up being a good person

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Ghosts - Mal Prologue

For as long as I can remember this house has always been my home. But what price has that home come with, the weight of ghosts I never wished to linger with. True as an orphan you can rarely have a say in where you are sent but why in hell was I sent here of all places. Great aunt Jaqi…how in hell could she be my great aunt? A few memories still popped up now and again from when I was younger, her laugh, smile and the games of hide and seek we would play. Finally I am eighteen and somehow in all those years not wrinkle or grey hair in sight appeared on this supposed great aunt of mine. Out in the middle of nowhere this massive home sits in a vast patch of green surrounded by dessert, a supposed oasis many drifters should assume to find as a pleasant sight after their wandering yet none stop here. Even they can tell at a distance to stay away, such an idyllic place surely can’t be safe in such a harsh climate.

Room by room I pace through the end of her early morning rounds as mountain ranger leaving me alone in this empty abode. No matter where I go I can feel it, eyes on me, shadows dart away, distant scurrying and the random shifting items that once seemed so magical as a child adding to her mystique now only compounds my urge to flee. A few years now I’ve been saving up and I have just barely enough to get away. There really isn’t a set location yet, just anywhere but here. Outside an engine dies and a deep sigh escapes from my lips, tentatively, in a glance at the mirror along the wall to avoid looking into the room on my right at the sound of claws tapping along the ground at my approach, my hands rose to shift the dark crimson curls away from my face freeing the sight of my emerald eyes. In a dart out my tongue wet my lips as I wound my hair back up into a sloppy bun secured with the hair tie on my wrist distracting me just long enough for the creature to hide in the cabinet behind the door.

Turning away from the mirror the shifting of my reflection into the face of a small wrinkled face as the glass door hidden there eased open freeing a ladder for another younger version of her to scurry up into the hiding place happened with my back to it on my path to the kitchen. The sounds of the truck door closing and the shouldering of a rifle and boot steps through the dirt path to the back door followed by the shifting of the wood steps in an eager trot from the steps to the door leading into the kitchen. In the doorway again my eyes fell on her and I leaned against the frame feeling the shifting of my t shirt and jeans in crossing my arms. Simple worn jeans with a tan button down shirt tucked into them was secured by a worn belt bearing a silver badge and a handgun holster on the raven haired purple eyed supposed great aunt who looks more like my sister than someone supposedly well past her sixties by her father’s guess when I was a child.

Sighing as she fanned her collar underneath her long ponytail flowing across her back Jaqi smiled at me after leaving her rifle on the rack along the wall. “Humid out today.”

I nodded and asked, “Any sign of the crew to fix the train station?”

She shook her head, “No, that flood took out the eastern path and they’re still clearing it. Few weeks still possibly, something about angry badgers.” At my sigh she chuckled and turned to grab a bottle of juice from the fridge she sat at the table to enjoy, “Don’t be so eager to be off on your own.” The cap broke free at her turn and she tipped the bottle back against her lips for a sip.

After a scoff I mumbled turning back to my room, “What would you care.”

Behind me I paused as she called out, “Is it that absurd of an idea that I care about your happiness?”

Back in the doorway my hand planted on the frame stating as my free hand waved at my side emphasizing my words, “You’ve lived here your whole life, what would you know about anywhere else?”

A scoff and a giggle came from her as she capped the bottle again, “Just who told you that?” At my brow rising she continued, “I have no idea where you got that idea, I’ve been all over the globe, in fact you used to love my stories of my adventures. I don’t know how hard you hit your head in that tree climbing fumble of yours, since then you don’t seem to know me at all Em.” In her path pat me when she rose to her feet easing the chair back in place and walked through to her study passing me with a kiss on my cheek.

To her back I cry out, “My name is Mal!” Again she nods raising the bottle confirming she heard me as she enters her study, in a stomping path I charge back up to my room calling out as I did, “What my mother was thinking naming me Emery I have no clue!” Hard as I could I slammed my door and rushed to the bed whispering out as my fingers eased over the locket holding my father’s picture remembering his nickname for me, “Mallory.” Through a tear rolling down my cheek clutching the locket in my fist I rolled over and reached for my journal to once again start spilling yet another idea for my life in the world only to end up sketching the same set of brothers onto the bare page yet again. No matter what these men were on my mind, in my dreams, the weight of this house only lessened with thoughts of them.

Oh the dreams I had of them, from the simplest of glances at a distant to the most heated of situations leaving you tangled between the amorous pair seeing to your every desire. But no matter where you looked in this town of two hundred and fifty they could not be found, and jaqi wasn’t any help either telling you to hang a bell in a tree to call them to you. Her and her superstitions clearly didn’t find her a husband of her own. Honestly you weren’t even related, she merely fostered one of your relatives when thy were little, who is now long since dead, only compounding the worrying topic of her appearance. A cult or coven seemed to be the main assumption in town but as she watched the mountain passes all on her own and rarely came to town or bothered others at all she and her mysteries were tolerated.

Through to dinner she laid there aimlessly daydreaming about the pair she hoped to find out in the great unknown. “Dinner.” Another sigh later up and down to the kitchen I went again to claim my seat and halfway listen to the latest story of her rounds through the night. Halfway down the stairs a flash of lightning broke through another tangling daydream bringing the storm that had suddenly rolled in to my attention then soon disappeared at the metal shutters sealing over the windows upstairs through candles being lit at the table before they closed over the downstairs windows as well. Silently I slipped back into my thoughts until a knock sounded on the front door between bickering voices on the other side of it.

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“This won’t do…” In a circle Radagast turned in his hut after yet another unsuccessful search for his Cousin and Sauruman to aid in bringing about the order Yavanna had sent to him in a dream. “Were are you Gandalf? I cannot do this alone…” In another pacing circle he passed by his bookshelf only to pause at his hedgehog squeaking atop an old worn book. A grin eased onto his face, “Of course! I’ll call out for another Wizard! Surely one will answer the call!”

The book was eased open after shouldering the hedgehog, resting in his palms the book flipped to the right page and he read through the instructions, “Right, right, one garlic clove, a pebble and an unbound soul.” He snapped the book shut and left it on the table and exited his hut, “Easy enough.”

Atop his sleigh he scanned the distance until he spotted a pair of brothers, both packed in their youthful travel to test themselves by Dwarvish tradition they ventured from the Iron Hills hoping to make it to Rohan, not far from it at the edges of Fangorn. A short conversation the naïve pair, both conveniently linked to the same One they had yet to find, agreed to joining him on his mission. Carefully they settled into his sled and he raced off into the swelling storm growing in front of them only tightening their grips on one another’s arms. Completely soaked to the bone the pair stared up confused at the lone house in the vast nothingness after passing through a swirling jumble of colorful clouds.

On his feet Kili mumbled, “I think we’re lost.”

Radagast chuckled and moved across the lawn with a chuckle, “Not at all.” His voice lowered to a mumble, “Please help me…”

Fili nudged Kili, whispering, “Let’s just see who lives here.” He chuckled, “Why are you so cautious? This isn’t like you.”

Kili nudged him back, “You’re just hoping they’ll feed us.”

Fili chuckled, “You know me too well.”

Confidently he knocked on the door as the brothers climbed onto the porch and stopped behind him peering at the door. Through the opened door instantly the young trio locked their eyes on one another and Mal led the boys inside to guide them inside to change out of their wet clothes while Jaqi eyed Radagast in his reluctance to enter just yet.

Wetting his lips he said, “Miss,”

“Jaqi.”

He nodded, “Miss Jaqi, I am Radagast the Brown. Now I have traveled quite a distance to find you. I have a favor to ask.” With a nod she stepped back and he joined her through to the dining room where he set out a map, “Now, my Cousin Gandalf was sent this task and now he has gone missing and the head of our order has as well. This job must be carried out and I cannot abandon my post for long so I am in need of reinforcements.”

Behind him Mal, who had reluctantly left the boys to change alone asked in the doorway, “What sort of reinforcements could you need in a get up like that?”

Jaqi, “Em!”

Mal’s brows furrowed and she barked back, “Mal!”

Radagast held his gaze on Jaqi he continued, “Now, Smaug has been resting for sixty years and now there are those wishing to march in hopes of finding him dead. What I require is someone to convince the Sons of Durin to return home once again.”

Mal’s brow rose and she crossed her arms leaning on the door frame, “And why would you come here?”

Radagast, “Because a Wizard must complete this task. That mountain must not fall into darkened hands.”

Another scoff came from Mal, “Somebody clearly has been hitting the sauce, look, no Wizards here old man.”

Jaqi, “Mal! Go upstairs if you’re going to behave like that!”

Mal’s arm flailed out as she replied, “He clearly-..”

Jaqi, “Knows more than you understand.” Mal’s brows furrowed only to drop at the guys peering over her shoulder through the doorway at the map on the table.

Fili grinned moving closer, “Erebor!” Kili moved behind him as Mal muttered, “Not you too. Why do they have to be crazy?”

Kili, “Uncle never lets us see his map but we snuck a glance once couple decades back.”

Mal rolled her eyes crossing her arms as Fili asked, “What’s this about Sons of Durin?”

Radagast, “Miss Jaqi here, if she would consent to aiding me would guide a Son of Durin to reclaim Erebor.”

Mal looked to Jaqi, “You’re not really considering this?!”

Jaqi raised a brow, “And if I am?”

Mal, “You can’t be serious, he’s clearly out of his mind! Wandering out in that storm from who knows where on a sled pulled by some very odd looking rabbits!”

Radagast, “Rastabell Rabbits, fastest of their kind.”

Mal waved her hand at him, “I rest my case.”

Jaqi caught Radagast’s eyes saying, “That’s all you need?”

He nodded and replied, “If you would be so kind, though I am afraid we will have to leave by midnight before the portal closes.”

She nodded and Mal said, “I think it’s time you left. Wizards and portals…”

Jaqi locked her eyes on Mal, “This is my home Mal, you don’t have to go it doesn’t sound like it should take long.”

Radagast, “Oh, my apologies, I forgot to mention, the portal, I can only open it for you once.”

Jaqi nodded and lowered her gaze as Mal dropped her arms, “Oh really, now we’re supposed to just race off to the unknown to follow a treasure map?! Honestly Jaqi!”

Jaqi, “I know you don’t understand. There s a lot I haven’t told you..”

Mal shouted, “I don’t care! But fine, this is your home! You just let whoever you want through the door no matter how crazy they are! You want to go off chasing treasure maps then go right ahead! I won’t be sticking around very long anyways! Just till that train comes back into town and then I’m gone!”

Kili turned with a worried expression, “You’re not coming with us?”

Mal scoffed, “I am not going anywhere with him!”

The brothers held a silent conference then nodded in agreement, saying together, “We’re staying with you then.”

Unwilling to send them away before she could find out why she had been dreaming of them for so long. Her eyes shifted back to Jaqi saying, “Go then. You won’t find me here when you come crawling back from whatever foolish trap he leaves you in.”

Jaqi, “Why are you acting like this? Like you won’t care at all when I’m gone.”

Mal, “What would I have to care about? A few scattered memories from when I was little? What could possibly make me want to stay with you in this haunted house? For years I’ve been saving up to get away and soon enough I’ll have my chance.”

Jaqi nodded, “That easy?”

Mal, “Oh like you’ll care at all. You don’t know anything about me at all. We’re practically strangers! Just go already! Just go!”

Jaqi drew in a breath and walked around the table easing her hand along the back of her belt wrapping two fingers around the nub at the end of a hidden wand she eased out of an inconspicuous holster, “You want to be alone, fine. See how you like it.”

A flick of her arm brought the wand into Mal’s vision making her brows furrow. “What the-?”

Steadily in her mind Jaqi uttered the charm she had used for centuries to keep muggles away from her home, “Obliviate.” Instantly she could feel a deep stab in her chest at the memories of her in Mal’s life fading away while the house pulsed around her shifting and contorting as her belongings and the house elves inside were now housed in a miniature version of her house she tucked inside her pack, leaving just Mal’s belongings as she eased her jacket on an arm at a time asking the boys, “You’re certain you wish to stay here?”

After another conference they both nodded replying, “Yes.”

She nodded again shouldering her pack as well as her rifle and drew her handgun out from its draw to add to the holster on her hip then locked eyes with Radagast saying, “We should get going then.” Waving her wand for another table setting that was filled with food and juice as the trio aimlessly took their seats after you wiped the conversation from their minds, leaving just the memory of them knocking on the door in the middle of a storm.

On the other side of the locked front door Jaqi followed Radagast to his sled after having missed his leaving a pebble on the coffee table for the trio seeing the pain in Jaqi’s eyes when she holstered her wand again. “I like your rabbits.”

With a chuckle he eyed their body language in sniffing her and said, “They like you as well.” She forced a smile and took one last glance at the now unprotected house and settled on the sled as Radagast gave the signal triggering their race away back through the portal in the storm. All through the meal stolen glances and hinted flirtations lasted through to clearing the table and guiding the pair to the spare room where Mal stated, “It’s not much. I don’t get many guests, so, there’s only one bed…”

The brothers shrugged and Kili said, “No worries. We’ve shared worse.”

With a wink Fili said, “See you at breakfast, then we’ll gladly help with any work around here.”

Kili nodded grinning as well saying his own goodnight as Mal moved to her bedroom down the hall with a giggle under her breath eager to see what the next day would hold.

#Fili/Kili x Reader OC

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monstersdownthepath · 6 years

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Spiritual Spotlight: Shyka the Many

∞ Eldest of Entropy, Reincarnation, and Time

Domains: Death, Destruction, Madness, Magic Subdomains: Arcane, Catastrophe, Divine, Insanity

The First World: Realm of the Fey, pg. 34~35

Obedience: Build something small and fragile with whatever is on hand, such as a house of cards, an ice sculpture, a sand castle, a small ‘hut’ made of twigs, or some other such thing, all the while contemplating the fleeting nature of existence and the inevitability of entropy. Leave your creation to decay at its own pace. Benefit: You gain a +2 sacred bonus to Initiative checks.

At first glance this seems like a gloomy obedience for a deity who, by and large, is more concerned with stopping (or slowing) entropy than simply allowing it to continue. However, daemons and nihilists will find no place among Shyka’s faith; rather than giving in to despair knowing that everything will one day cease, the Many prefer to celebrate events both great and small and praise everything that has come into existence even as it gradually fades away. Despite their worrying Domains, they’re very much the “Nothing In Life Matters B)” type, not the “nothing in life matters ;-;” one.

Anyway, their Obedience is quite easy. You can basically use whatever materials you have on hand; in a pinch, even a stack of rocks or a dirt castle will do. Building something small and fragile is easy for even the least dexterous of folk to accomplish so long as you have at least one appendage capable of manipulating items. It’s simple to perform and easy to keep a secret if you need to; even if caught you can at least throw some curious folk off your trail by claiming to be working for a god of construction or craft. There’s plenty of them among all the pantheon, if you need to hide your worship of the Many for one reason or another.

And that benefit? Mm, I love me some extra initiative. Going first in combat is always handy for just about any class. This benefit, however, is actually strictly worse than an already existing feat--Improved Initiative--which makes it somewhat unique compared to other Divine Obediences in that regard, which are usually on par or even stronger than most other feats. Then again, Initiative is extremely valuable (whoever moves first basically decides how the rest of the turn goes) and it already stacks with Improved Initiative, so having it at +4 would create a monstrous speedster that always moves first.

As always, the Eldest do not possess the average Evangelist/Exalted/Sentinel spread, and use the Feysworn Prestige Class. The Feysworn Prestige Class can be entered at level 6; if taken as early as possible, you get the Boons at character level 8, 11, and 14 instead of 12, 16, and 20. You’ll only have to see this warning one more time after this!

Boon 1: Twist Time. Gain Entropic Shield 3/ day, Augury 2/day, or Haste 1/day.

Why bother looking at the other two options when Haste is an available choice? By the time you earn this Boon, you can ping up to 8 people with Haste at a time, letting you slap all your friends with the bonus while still having available uses for any allies that may be in the area. Haste is one of the strongest buffs in the game and benefits more or less every character type. It’s never useless, it’s flexible, and it can change the tide of combat, which is always what I look for with these first boons.

Augury is an interesting spell but it relies far too much on the future remaining rigid and unchanging, and if there’s one thing both the DM and players know, it’s that nothing is set in stone while four~six lunatics are romping around. Entropic Shield is a decent enough defensive spell, imposing a 20% miss chance on incoming ranged attacks for HOURS at a time... But that still means 4/5ths of incoming attacks will hit. Just go with Haste and hold onto it for a boss fight.

Boon 2: Borrowed Memories. Once per day, you may cast Legend Lore as a spell-like ability. This casting of Legend Lore is always a standard action, and you always receive the greatest amount of information possible, as if you had the person/place/thing on hand. This recollection comes in the form of memories borrowed from someone intimately familiar with the subject matter.

Hooh boy. I can see a lot of DMs not wanting this particular power in the hands of players.

For those who don’t know--and I don’t blame you--Legend Lore is a niche spell that grants someone the knowledge of a specific person, place, or thing. The knowledge is typically granted to them in the form of myths and stories. Depending on if you have the object at hand or not, the information can range from useful (”They say the Doom Artifact can be activated by the singing of four teifling bards...”) to frustratingly vague (”They say the Doom Artifact was last seen in beyond the Death Mountains...”).

Seems useful, right? Well, it’s actually most useful when you already have the subject of the spell within reach, because then its casting time is only 1d4x10 minutes and gives you a bunch of information regarding its functions or features. However, if you know of the subject but don’t have it nearby, the casting time is 1d10 days and you don’t get back nearly as much information. And if you only know rumors? The spell takes 2d6 weeks to cast and gives you only scraps. Enough for a direction to walk in to reach it, but little else. Plus. there’s the additional small but important restriction in that it literally only works on ‘legendary’ or well-known subjects. It can feel a redundant to have a spell that tells you more about a subject you already know a lot about (though the book helpfully notes that it can be used to sniff out forgotten legends, as well, so long as it was legendary or renown at some point in the past), which only grows more informative and accurate when you’ve already gotten accurate information.

... But, of course, while the normal version of the spell is drastically limited by its casting time, Borrowed Memories is significantly more flexible. At first it may seem like a godsend for a DM to have someone who can latch onto even the most vague of plot hooks from thousands of miles away, but as the player’s knowledge of the subject grows, it may become increasingly frustrating for the DM to keep any secrets about the subject hidden, rapidly ruining attempts at building mystery or intrigue. Following the vague hooks until you learn more about the subject in question and then spamming Legend Lore until you know its exact geographical location can can throw a wrench in a few different works... Or, even worse, you use the plot hook you’ve latched onto to bat away other plot hooks. This ability can slap a party with some serious tunnel vision once they figure out how best to use it, making a beeline for the legend they seek and ignoring any distractions on the way.

Discuss this ability with your DM ahead of time--preferably two or three levels before you actually get it. Let them know its exact implications, and thus they can balance their adventure around it a little better.

Boon 3: Pause. Once per day, you may select either yourself or one other target within 30ft as a standard action. The target gains the benefits of Time Stop, but only for 1 round (if used on yourself, it lasts until the end of the current round).

Hmm. Time Stop, as everyone should know, is one of the best spells in the game, essentially giving whoever casts it on themselves 1d4+1 rounds to do whatever they feel like to whatever they feel like. However, this ability is a dramatically weakened version of the spell that, for you, is a 1/day Get-Out-Of-A-Monster’s-Melee-Range free card and nothing more unless you have some other swift actions you can take. The fact it’s a standard action means there’s little you can do to change the course of the current encounter... But where Pause is unique is that it lets you slap Time Stop onto someone else.

This basically grants your target an entire extra turn which, while not as powerful as granting yourself 1d4+1 extra turns, can still be devastating if put into the right hands. Dealing direct damage or targeting a victim with a spell is impossible while time is frozen, but launching AoE effects, summons, buffing or healing, setting traps, wrapping your arms around a victim to grapple them, or even just getting into a better position are all free game. This ability requires a bit of forethought to use, unlike with the true Time Stop, where you’re given around 3 rounds to shove Delayed Blast Fireballs into every open mouth you see, and thus shouldn’t be used on a target who may not know what to do with their newfound freedom.

There are more than a handful of deities which hand true Time Stop to their most faithful, but only Shyka allows you to grant the benefit to another person. It’s fitting, because the Many is not simply a silly title; there’s millions of Shyka running around the multiverse, inhabiting all points of the past, present, and future, all sharing power, knowledge, and discovery with one another.

It’s very possible that their most powerful Faesworn may become Shyka themselves over time.

You can read more about them here.

#Spiritual Spotlight #Sinister Spotlight #Saintly Spotlight #Neutrality Notes #Pathfinder #Dungeons and Dragons

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keep-it-i-resign · 6 years

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Discussion/Analysis Time, my friends! Garcy Edition

One of the things I noticed was she very clearly still has her boots on. This could just be one of those things where they didn’t think anyone would notice but I’m fairly confident that in the grand scheme of things, Garcia Flynn would make sure his tiny historian Queen would be comfortable in her sleep so I’m thinking that this was more a directorial direction to save time than the characters really having a say.

Next, we’ve got the “gentle and responsive lover” comment and woooo if only he said that to me that boy has it bad for her. It’s very clear in the way he lowers his tone and softens his voice, even as he clearly teases her says a lot about how he feels about Lucy. He’s open with her and comfortable enough with her to immediately tease her a bit just after she wakes up. He even brings up that he enjoyed the company. As a man who’s been pushing away people since his families murders, he’s probably starved of any sort of company. Lord knows that no one in that bunker apart from Lucy really interacts with him apart from scathing comments. He’s probably alone a majority of the time between missions and he’s not the type to talk really talk to himself from comfort. This says a lot about him being comfortable enough to trust she won’t intentionally hurt him. It seems to me that when Lucy says, “I wasn’t that drunk” means there is, somewhere in her mind, an impulse to push the boundaries with him. Lucy seemed to be mildly disappointed that something didn’t happen and the way she inflected the ‘Oh’ has me thinking she has a hazy memory somewhere in her head of something actually happening and she can’t quite tell if it’s memory or dream who can blame her though - someone needs to climb that tree.

Whatever they talked about the night before definitely opened up both of them to a more friendly banter - one that’s clearly meant to suggest they either: sat and let Lucy complain about everything or they did the history nerd version of 20 questions and got to know more about one another. In my opinion both are likely since Lucy had clearly had a few before seeking him out (imo brought on by Wyatt’s need to keep acting like he and Lucy were still an item despite Jessica) and his comments about wanting to get to know present!Lucy (if she was willing to let him) being fresh in her mind.

It’s pretty clear though that Flynn must’ve picked up on some of Lucy’s other underlying issues. He’s a perceptive bastard, he has read he journal (although he admits that FutureJournal!Lucy seems entirely like a different person at times), and he knows a bit of what she’s going through. Her stating that it seems a little insane that he’s the easiest person to talk to speaks levels about what she experienced at the hands of Rittenhouse. I admit I do think that before she was held captive for six weeks, talking to Jiya or Rufus would’ve been easier for Lucy. However, she was a prisoner for six weeks. She saw everything that they really did, she saw the lengths they would go to, she saw her entire family line laid out in front of her and watched as the only family she had left reveal themselves as being part of the reason for all of this mess. They stripped her of what little innocence she had left and crushed it beneath their little Nazi boots. The only other person who has been that victimized by Rittenhouse is Flynn. Flynn, who saw his wife and daughter brutally murdered by a strike-team because he stumbled across a single bank account and asked a single question. They’ve both felt the crushing weight of their situations and are both looking for a little dry land where they can rest and someone else can help them bare that weight a little. I think her saying it’s a little insane is more the realization that she didn’t need to hide her pain from him because she sees the same in his eyes. No more fronts, no smiling to hide her pain, no need to struggle to hold her head above the water.

When Flynn does bring up that they are both alone in all of this, he notices that Lucy immediately looks down and seems to try and retreat back into her head. Flynn (instead of doing what I think the others would’ve done, especially Wyatt - try and push it further and make her talk) teases her about them both being geniuses, effectively giving her something else to focus on. Her little smile that she tries to hide shows she appreciates it from him that he isn’t pushing her to open up or pulling her in one direction or another. He himself seems to have really confronted that reality already but was willing to show that it’ll still hurt but it’s possible to start healing if you open up about your problems.

Lucy quickly finishing her coffee and leaving, I think can be seen in a few ways. As she’s hungover and slept in her clothes from the previous day, she probably feels gross. Another way is that she feels she might be pushing the limit on invasion of personal space even though we know our Garbage King would never get tired of his tiny Queen . As a socially kind of awkward individual, she’d probably be feeling that she’s overstayed her welcome and want to give him his space. The only other option is that she’s being confronted by this easy going morning with a guy and no expectations from him and is realizing that she could get used to it. Understandably, that would terrify anyone who had just been chosen second best after finally opening up to someone (I don’t blame Wyatt for that - I honestly think him and Jessica fit better than him and Lucy. He worked so hard in S1 to get her back that it seems out of character for him to be stuck between the two of them when he very clearly still loves Jessica enough to risk his freedom to get her back. Besides, someone needs to show that they can happily get the people they lost back otherwise Flynn and Lucy’s missions seem fool hardy.). Flynn was clearly heart eyes over her and still didn’t push her and made her know she was clearly welcome back at any time that she needed it without manipulating her into feeling guilty for leaving.

Whatever they did discuss was clearly good for the both of them. They both found someone they could turn too and not have to hide anything from them. They found a friend and they found a safe space for the two of them. Abigail and Goran’s performances were brilliant to be able to give so much more depth into such a short scene and it’s one of the best subtle acting scenes I’ve seen.

Please, feel free to tell me what you picked up on or if you have other thoughts on how things played out because lord knows I missed something.

#just my thoughts on that scene #garcy #lucy preston #garcia flynn #timeless #lucy x flynn #but seriously #i love that scene so much

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proudtoehaver · 6 years

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Chapter 5 – An Evening Among Friends

A/N: Can also be read on AO3.

If you want to start at chapter 1 it can be found on AO3 and on tumblr.

I apologize for taking so long with this, I needed to make a decision of where exactly to take this story and how I was going to get there. Hopefully I’ll be able to write chapters a bit faster now that that is sorted.

Finn reaches for another bite on his plate, only to find it empty of food. He stares at it, surprised that he'd finished all of it without noticing. But then, he had been too occupied trying to find anything about Beshen-42 or Datung.

He's tempted to continue digging, but he suspects that looking through maps and navigational records will get him no more than he already has. The kind of information he wants, that he needs, can't be found in star charts or travel routes.

But it might be found in the recreational lounge's media library.

That knowledge exerts an almost physical pull on him, a siren's call to his heart, to go to the lounge right this instant and flip through the holonovels and documentaries for anything that might be there.

Doing so might call attention to him though. He had said he was going to work on these maps until he was done and failing to do that would rise questions. He normally followed through with his promises and deviating from his habit would cause raised eyebrows.

It, he, will have to wait till later if he wants to dig around unnoticed.

With a sigh he pulls out the chip with the navigational data and reinserts the old Imperial map Brance had given to him a few hours earlier – was it really only a few hours, it feels like a lifetime – and calls it up. If he's waiting, he might as well do some of that work he had promised to do.

His concentration keeps slipping away though his thoughts wandering to the mystery of Datung, a thousand questions whirling through his head, all of them unanswerable.

Mentally disciplining himself he again and again brings attention back to the star chart to look at another system and another, to add what he knows about the First Order's activities in it. And three or four systems later his mind is wandering again. The cycle continues for over an hour, Finn's irritation at himself at his inability to keep his mind where it should be, constantly mounting.

In the end he surrenders. He'll get nothing more done tonight, try as he might. He may as well call it a day, pack up and head to the lounge and if any questions are asked, then he'll just have to come up with some sort of answer.

He shuts down the console after having taken a copy of the section of both Imperial and Republic map that contains his home system and heads back to his quarters, detouring through the mess to drop of the dirty dishes.

He locks up the Imperial map in the safe in his room. He's still a little surprised at the easy trust general Organa, major Brance and all of the Resistance has put in him. Picking his memory for information makes sense, but that they trust him with sensitive information, continues to surprise him.

As does the level of privacy he has. His quarters might be small by the standard of most people in the Resistance, he continuously hears others bemoan how tiny the rooms on the old ship are. But while each one is indeed small, having only room for a bed, closet and a tiny desk and chair, they're one-person cabins giving the resident total privacy, an unheard-of luxury to Finn whose life have been dominated of dorms and sleeping quarters for full squads of people to a room. As is the private fresher, though this is shared with the cabin beside his own as are all of them. But used as he is to communal facilities sharing it with one other person is no hardship. Even less so as the person he shares with is Poe and the man has a tidy streak that almost rivals Finn's own.

Having locked up the files safely Finn's gaze fleetingly crosses the bed. It looks soft and tempting as a sudden weariness wash over him leaving him feeling drained and his head filled with fuzz. But the beckon call of the lounge's library is stronger still.

oOoOo

The lounge is crowded with people, most of which Finn are casually acquainted with and he has to decline several invitations to join in various activities as he crosses the room to the corner that keeps their library.

The friendly welcome he is met with leaves him with a feeling of awkward discomfort. It is still too new and unfamiliar for him to be accepted in this easy manner and he's never quite sure how to respond, or able to silence that tiny suspicious voice that tells him that none of this is real and that every smile and invitation to join hides some other motive.

The five and a half bookcases that are crammed together can hardly be called for a library in Finn's opinion. And it's not just the size, its content is such a mishmash of things, a throw together of whatever various Resistance members had donated to it.

He's pretty sure that if he tried to explain the size of the libraries that Stormtrooper cadets have access to, most people here wouldn't believe him. He doubts they'd understand how it's possible to have access to so much information and not see the First Order for what it is. But Finn has discovered exactly how insidious the First Order is after leaving. It isn't that they restrict information it's that they offer one and only one view, their own. If you tell people the same lie long enough, if you give them access only to that one falsehood and present it as the truth, then very few people will be able to see through it, much less present a counter argument.

But right at this moment Finn almost longs for those libraries, silently berating himself for never daring to look up the name of his home planet, seek information about it. But when he had had the chance he had always been too scared, terrified that it would ever be discovered that he knew what he should not. So it became a secret he carried in his heart but never dared to do anything about.

He can only hope that now he has found the courage and the beginning of an answer, he can find what he seeks.

A few Resistance member spend some of their free time keeping the library in some vague semblance of order, so finding works about galactic history and geography isn't hard. The challenge is choosing which will hold the greatest chance of him finding what he's looking so he won't have to read every single item to find out if what he seeks is there or not.

"Hey there."

Poe voice makes him jump.

"Sorry I startled you again. You seem far away today."

"Yeah, no. Just-"

Stars, what is he going to say?

"Looking for any new romances?" Poe teases kindly.

Finn chuckles. His love of romantic stories has become something of a friendly, running joke among his friends.

"No, more- More history or, stuff like that."

Yeah, that's safe.

"Anything in particular?" Karé asks as she steps up to them.

"Erm, maybe-" He can feel his heart racing and he's wondering if his nerves are written all over his face. "Well, eh- Looking at all those maps got me thinking that I know the First Order's version of the story of the Civil War and the formation of the New Republic. I'd kinda like to get to know the other side?"

Poe gives him a sly grin and an 'uh oh' look that Finn doesn't understand. Karé immediately piques up.

"I know who you need," she says. "I saw her here the other day."

Poe leans over and whispers, "You hit her favorite topic, she's a major history buff."

"Let me see, hope she's still here. Ah yes!"

She pulls out two holonovels from the shelf and hands them to Finn, the gleam of excitement in her eyes impossible to miss.

"Jafan Zapal's books on the beginning of the Rebellion and the early formation of the Republic. Her main time period in these two is about ten years after the formation of the Empire to about five years after its fall, but she goes further back a few times. She isn't just critical of the Empire but also of the new Republic, made her not very popular telling people things they didn't want to hear."

"Critical how?" Finn asks.

"She thought the New Republic repeated too many of the old one's mistakes. Mistakes that led to the formation of the Empire. That they focused too much on getting things running and not on getting them running well, had no time plan for implementing very much needed changes in structure and government that couldn't be put into effect right away and therefore ran the risk of never being done. Especially as those changes would harm those of the old guard still around and in power. She wrote a whole series of articles about it for scientific journals. Got her fired in the end."

She pulls a grimace.

"Well, they claimed it was due to restructuring," she goes on. "But they wanted her gone. Thought it gave them bad publicity. So, she turned to writing popular science books like these two. They were her first and are by far the most popular. Why are you laughing, Poe?"

Poe holds up his hands, a smile still on her face.

"I'm not, I swear I'm not. I just sometimes forget how passionate you are about history."

"Poe, it's history. It's what we're fighting for in a way. If we can't remember who we were, how will we know who we will be? You of all people should understand that."

Poe blinks and he looks a little shocked to Finn.

"Yeah, I... suppose you're right," Poe replies quietly, but Karé seems not to notice as she turns back to Finn.

"These makes for a good start if you want to know about history from the Empire and forward. I can throw some more at you when you're done if you want?"

"Yeah. Yeah, sure. That would be great."

"But whatever you do, give Corr Berand a wide berth."

"He's not that bad," Snap, who has joined them, interjects.

"You're right, he's worse. He did well under the Empire for a reason. The man is a bigot, a chauvinist and a member of the Centrists' Old Empire faction. And I better give the politics a rest, I can feel Jess giving me side eye. If we skip playing vector tonight just because I went off, I'll never hear the end of it."

"It's okay. Thanks for the recs," Finn says, pockets the two holonovels and takes a step back.

Poe puts a hand on his arm.

"Please stay. If not, I'm going to have to team with Snap and he's shit at strategy games."

Finn expects Snap to protest, but the large man just grins.

"I don't know," Finn replies.

He's itching to go back to his room with the two holonovels and skim through to see if there's anything at all about his home planet.

Poe puts a hand on Finn's arm. It's warm and he can feel the grasp through the fabric of his jacket.

"Please?" Poe says, is warm eyes exerting their own pull on Finn.

"One game."

"Great!"

oOoOo

Vector is a game with its origin in dejarik, but instead of pitting two players against each other it has each side be a team of two or three people, each player with their own pieces that they control. The goal is the same as in dejarik though, to defeat the opponent or render their forces inoperative, but has the added element of needing teamwork and the complication of team members not being able to discuss tactics during the game but having to read each other's moves.

While dejarik had been a common game played by the Stormtrooper cadets it was not one Finn had played often. Not because he wasn't good, but because he was too good. No one wanted to constantly lose to him. But the added complications of vector are still new to him as he's not had many chances to play it yet in the brief time since he left the First Order.

He's good a teamwork, but he's used to being put in a leadership position with others following him and the give and take style of Poe's leadership with its unclear hierarchy is unfamiliar to him. Karé and Jess on the other hand has worked together countless of times and it shows in the effortless way they read each other's moves and strategies, and by the time the match is less than half way done it is clear to Finn that he and Poe is going to lose this one.

Perhaps his thoughts are a self-fulfilling prophecy or perhaps it would have gone that way regardless of his expectations, but he and Poe do end up the losers.

Poe congratulates Karé and Jess, and the two of them drifts off to one of the sofa arrangements along with Snap. Finn stays seated at the game board, looking at it in dismay.

Poe puts a hand on his shoulder, drawing his attention away.

"Hey, you coming? Or you calling it a night?"

"I'm sorry we lost."

A frown flits across Poe's face.

"Hey, it's nothing. It's just a game. We weren't even playing for money."

Finn shrugs, unable to let go of his sense of anxiety and irritation.

"I guess," he replies mostly to say something and gets off the chair. "I'm going to head back to my room, I'm kinda tired."

Poe nods.

"I'll come too. I'm pretty done in. It's been a long day."

"Okay."

Bidding the other three goodnight, the two of them head off together.

oOoOo

Spaceships has no nighttime as there is no night in space and the machinery needs constant supervision. So its rooms and corridors are always filled with beings fulfilling their tasks or going from one job to another. But as Finn and Poe heads towards their cabins it is between shifts, so the corridors are less busy than they could have been.

"Poe, can I ask you something?" Finn says as they walk.

"Sure, buddy."

"When Karé said that 'you of all people should understand that', that is, the importance of history, what did she mean?"

"I guess, that... my family is from Alderaan. That when our planet was destroyed remembering who we were became all the more important if we were going to hold on to ourselves and not get swallowed up by the galaxy."

"Oh, I didn't know that. That you were from Alderaan, your family I mean."

Poe shrugs.

"I've always thought of myself from Yavin, that's the only place I recall. There's a strong Alderaanian foundation in the settlement I grew up in, but it's not really something I spend a lot of time thinking about. There's stuff from other places too, we're not the only ones living there. And it just... kinda is. I don't know if that makes sense."

"Maybe."

Where you grew up, how you grew up, was something you carried with you no matter what. But maybe it wasn't that big a deal, maybe it didn't have to be.

He looks at Poe out of the corner of his eye. The man looks tired and worn. The lines on his face usually soft and barely noticeable, have become deep grooves.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Hmmm? What? Yeah, I'm- I'm fine. Why?"

"You look a little, well tired."

"It's late." The lightness in Poe's voice sounds contrived.

"It's not that late really and you don't usually look like this even when it's much later."

"It's- Argh, it's a lot of things. I'll feel better after a night's sleep."

Finn makes a small hmmm, not pushing the issue though he gets the feeling that Poe isn't telling him the truth.

"How about you?" Poe asks. "How are you doing? You've felt spacy when I talked to you tonight and... well, like you're somewhere else. Or want to be somewhere else."

Finn feels his pulse pick up.

"No, it's- It's my dream, it just keeps coming back. I just wish I could forget it. That it'd leave me alone."

"Ah. Yeah, well. Let's hope you can sleep without dreams tonight. And if they do get bad, you know my room is just through the fresher. You can always come in."

Finn shifts on his feet, feeling both warm and cold at once.

"Yeah."

There's a moment of silence before Poe smiles again and briefly clasps Finn's shoulder.

"Goodnight then."

"Goodnight."

oOoOo

Poe's is greeted by soft beeps from BB-8 the moment he steps through the door.

"Hey there, buddy," he says softly as he steps into the room.

He kneels down and gently rubs Beebeeate's round belly.

"How was your day?"

He's answered by a flurry of enthusiastic beeps.

"Huh, that good?"

There's no masking the affirmative, nor the querying tone in the whistles that follows.

"It was- It could have gone better. I just don't know how to handle all these kids. Eh, maybe I'm just getting old, can't stay twenty forever, " he says with a lightness he doesn't feel.

He gets to his feet and start making his usual 'before bed' rounds in the room, setting the alarm, fluffing his pillows and changing into his nightclothes. But it isn't the troubles of the new recruits, or their youth that occupies his mind as her gets ready for bed. Rather it's Finn.

He was so clearly uncomfortable earlier, nervous and agitated, and very distant all evening. He had put in some effort in their game, but he still seemed not quite himself and not altogether there. The lighthearted quips he'd usually make were nowhere to be heard, nor was his soft laugh.

The answer Finn had given minutes ago had felt off, like there was something he held back, something he didn't want to tell Poe. Maybe he should have pushed harder to get Finn to talk, but it felt like too much of a violation of Finn's privacy. If he wanted to keep this to himself, surely that was his right.

Poe just wishes that Finn would open up, even a little. Even if it is to tell Poe to take a hike.

If his company was making Finn feel uncomfortable, whether it was because of Poe's active part in combat or because of his growing feelings for Finn, then it might be better for both of them to part ways instead of wearing away at each other. Even though the thought of a life without Finn is not a something he wants to entertain perhaps it would be for the best.

And if it's something else that's burdening him, then carrying it alone can't be good.

Tomorrow, Poe promises himself. He'll try again tomorrow. And the next day and the next, until something gives. He can't just let things stand as they are, he can't let Finn fight with whatever this is alone.

#rebelfinn #finn #poe dameron #finnpoe #finnappreciation #stormpilot #mara's stuff #kare kun #long post #jedha's legacy

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leighbot · 6 years

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DAY SEVENTEEN! so many people (two) have told me we’re missing some of Maya’s storyline in twhis so I thought about it a bit and had a little snippet to share.

Five minutes after hanging up the phone finds Maya rushing like a madwoman through her flat, tossing every toy, knick knack or oddity that’s smaller than her fist into a fabric bin. Once it’s full to the brim and she’s satisfied with her version of cleanup, she pushes the bin back on the top shelf of her floor-to-ceiling bookcase. She sticks a note to her front door- back in twenty!- and grabs her keys and rucksack. Ignoring the fact she’s in her pajamas still, she races down the stairs and out the main security door, jogging into the Co-op down the street and ignoring the looks from the other shoppers. She can feel the red in her cheeks and she makes a promise to herself to work out with Zahir the next time he asks.

Anything that looks like it could be semi-healthy gets piled high in her hands and she takes a corner blindly, certain she’s about to run into someone and upend everything she’s holding and relieved when she makes it to the self-checkouts still in one piece.

Rucksack full and wallet nearly empty, she heads home. Taking the stairs two at a time, she’s relieved when she hits her floor and finds it’s empty.

Relieved, that is, until she twists the door handle and finds its unlocked. Swinging it open lets the sounds of life fall out from the flat and she realises she cleaned up everything and stocked up on food but forgot entirely about the lad she’d left in her bed.

“Auntie Maya home!” two year old Zuri squeals with excitement where she’s held in her father’s arms.

“Hey, Zoo,” Maya says with a weak smile, taking in the room at large. Ben has Zuri in a tight hold, not letting her go though she’s squirming around and desperately trying to get down. Jawhar has his arms crossed, he and his husband wearing matching smirks as four-almost-five year old Ayana is talking to Xander, the fit omega Maya had taken home from the club the night before.

It looks and sounds like she’s scolding him. Maya focuses and bites back a laugh when she hears Ayana telling him off for only wearing her pants, her brow furrowed in a perfect mirror of frustration and Xander meets Maya’s eye with a desperate but silent plea. “You have to put on a shirt when company is over!” Ayana says, stomping her foot.

“Yeah, got it,” Maya says, jumping back into action. She sets down her bag and the few items she’d carried back separately. She steps forward and picks up Ayana, setting her on her hip and greeting her with a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Say ‘bye bye’ to your babas,” she says, waiting for Ayana to wave and give kisses to Jawhar and Ben. Maya takes Zuri from Ben’s arms, one girl on each hip, and shoos them away.

“We’ll talk later,” Jawhar says, his lips still twisted in complete mirth and Maya rolls her eyes.

“You clearly know how it works,” she says, juggling each pup in turn. “Goodbye boys.”

“Bye boys!” Zuri repeats, giggling and waving.

Maya waits until they’ve shut the door behind them to set down the girls in the living room. “Play with these,” she says, pulling out a tub of toys she keeps on hand for baby-sitting duties. She heads into her bedroom and finds Xander pulling on his undershirt from the night before and she immediately misses the look of his tattoos. “I’m so sorry.”

He tries to smile at her though his eyes still hold a touch of panic. “It’s fine.”

“My stupid brother called last minute and I just… I was in such a rush to clean up for the girls that I… forgot?”

He laughs. “Panic mode.”

“Something like that.”

She steps forward, her hands coming up to rest at his waist as she leans in and presses a kiss to his bottom lip. “Sorry we didn’t have a morning after.”

He smiles and she thinks so cute. “Give me your number and we’ll have one next time.” He steps back and picks up his trousers from the night before, frowning at them. Maya realises they’re leather and she snorts.

“I’ve got some of my older brother’s clothes around,” she offers.

“Are you sure they’re not an old boyfriend’s clothes?”

She winks and sweeps her brown curls into a bun at the top of her head, using a tie from around her wrist to secure it before she heads into the hallway. She peeks around the door into the sitting area, checking that the girls are playing well together, before she heads into what used to be Zahir and Sloane’s room. She pulls a box down from the wardrobe shelf and finds a few pairs of joggers and a hoodie easily.

“I’ll bring them back next time,” Xander says when he slips them on over his pants.

“Gonna show up to the club with an overnight bag?”

He snorts and grabs at her hand, tugging her closer and using his free hand to cup her cheek as he tilts her head back for a kiss that knocks her breath out with its sweetness. As an alpha, Maya is very rarely swept away like this but Xander is different. “Call me,” he says as he steps back.

“Yeah.”

They try to sneak out of the bedroom but Ayana rounds the corner just as she’s closing the door.

“Thank goodness you’re dressed,” she says, still pouting. “You wanna play hide and go seek with us now?”

“Oh, sorry baby girl. Xander’s actually leaving but I’ll play with you.”

Ayana shakes her head. “No, he has to stay. We need four people.”

Maya tries to explain that he can’t, is just trying to find a way to word it for her headstrong niece to understand, when Xander steps up behind her and kneels down so he’s of a height with the four year old. “It’s pretty important that there are four people, huh?”

Ayana nods.

“I’m really good at hide and go seek. I’m just warning you.”

“I’m pretty good, too,” she says, her voice solemn. “Just warning you.”

Maya snorts and hides her face in her hands. Jawhar is never going to let her live it down if his daughter is the reason she finds herself in her next relationship.

#twhis #my fic #maya's turn #idk if xander is her person #but he's definitely around for a bit #ayana is bossier than maya was #a taste of her own bratty perfection

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augustwash1 · 3 years

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Effective Guidelines to Love Life More Hiding your Cell Phone

Is incredibly regular for people to use somebody else's phone and be the first time. In doing so , were seeking to replicate that initial feeling of independence a mobile phone delivers. A relative in another point out was in the hospital. It was a Sunday evening, and I have been invited into a party. Instead of being away having fun I was sitting in my own apartment, awaiting the phone to call, troubled for reports. It was an associate who lend me his cellphone to make certain I will understand any news as quickly as possible, and in addition, be able to go to the party. There was no reason for me personally to be connected to my landline. We look back again at that occasion, and in addition for wondering at exactly how gracious my pal was in loaning me his phone intended for the night (who would volunteer their mobile phone away nowadays? ), My spouse and i couldn’t stop being amazed at the freedom this cellphone gave me. 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So I set my phone in my bank. I missed the comments. I skipped the details of issues I didn’t see since live, you miss much more than you think.

Yet I was in a position to soak in the surrounding. I had been able to talk to my Dad about what we thought would happen next. And later, at nighttime, when we brought up the game, we all reflected upon so many different occasions, details I might have overlooked had I looked at my own cellphone even more. So almost always there is a trade-off. You will come across moments when the mobile phone may distract you. That muddiness can be a awful thing (when you should be discussing with a loved one) or possibly a good thing (when you’re sad and alone and want something to cheer you up). It can disconnect you (when you avoid another person by diving into social media) or enable you to get together (if you look up a joke to see or employ your cellphone to turn on music to boogie to). Let us not hold our equipment responsible for your condition. A couple, lovers, let’s say, lying down in bed. In a single moment, they are both on their cell phones, lost within their own sides. In the next, their particular phones will be off, for the bedside table. What happens subsequent? Anything could happen. It’s up to the two people included. That’s true whether you may have your telephone in your hand or not. Of course, if you do, you also choose how to use your telephone: in a disconnecting way or possibly a sharing approach. If you’re sense bad or perhaps responsible about being with your mobile phone, guess what happens you should carry out. You really should trust your gut. Is essential to carry the person having the phone accountable, do not blame the product.

#smartphones

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