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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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Javy 'Coyote' Machado x Plus Size!Reader

summary: Javy catches your distasteful look at your reflection, so he makes sure you know you're pretty in every language he knows.

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a/n: this turned into a self indulgent fic and low key character study about him? I'm here for it. Enjoy!

Plenty of things made Javy’s heart plummet to the pit of his stomach, blossoms of sadness sprouting in his soul. One millisecond of a ASPCA commercial made him weep uncontrollably, the panicked words he could hear from the crackling comms in his jet haunted him. Yet seeing you looking at yourself with distaste in the mirror was the type of sadness he hated the most.

It was your legs this time, he noted. His deep brown eyes burned holes into the skin he craved to touch. He watched your eyes stare daggers at your poor reflection, your hands gripping and pulling as if you were trying to tear it off your bones. Javy's lips turned downward, even furthering their descent as he spotted the red marks left by your fingertips.

"Ready to go?" He asked as he entered the room, his hands finding their resting spot on your biceps.

You formed a smile, a mask, cracked from years of wear. "Yeah," you responded simply, letting your short dress fall back into place. The tremor in your voice couldn't hide from him.

"Baby, what's going through your head? It's too pretty to worry," he whispered, his lips on the crown of your head, eyes looking at you in the mirror's reflection.

Your lower lip began to tremble, and in response, you bit down on the skin inside just below—so hard you began to taste iron. Javy's hands, careful and calming, slid down your arms until he lightly pressed on your hips.

His touch was gentle yet possessive as if to ask your plagued mind: "How dare you?" The light material of your sundress felt suddenly hot as his fingertips danced along the delicate floral print. "What brought this on?" He questioned.

Silence hung in the air, full of self-loathing and ready to burst.

Javy spoke again, "Meu amor." Your eyes flicked upward, releasing your lower lips and allowing your lips to lightly part.

It was rare when he slipped into the native tongue of his father. He did it because that's what Carlos Machado would do for his mother. He remembered once when Nikole Machado was self-conscious about her arms one morning, Carlos would come up behind her, stroke her arms, and whisper sweet nothings in Portuguese, always starting with a tender: "Meu Amor."

He reminded her that those arms rebuilt their beloved New Orleans home after Katrina destroyed it, then helped rebuild countless others. Those arms held their children with every ounce of love she possessed, and hugged her husband when she was the only one that knew when he felt troubled. “They jiggle, one day I won’t be able to fit them into sleeves, Carlos,” she once huffed.

“Mais para amar,” he dismissed, holding her arms and kissing her cheek. She rolled her eyes and he would stop telling her until she looked at him with understanding. It may have taken a while but they got there.

Javy swore to himself when he found the woman of his dreams that he would spend his whole life telling her how beautiful she was, and there you were like his wildest dream come true. "My knees," you mutter, your body starting to relax into him, "they look ugly and the dress is too short. Everyone will see them." Your lips closed before the flood could come.

"And?" He prompted. The tall man guided you backward until he sat back on the guest bed, his muscular legs open for you. You sat and felt his hands trail from your hips to your thighs, stroking the skin like it was the most interesting part of your body. To him it was, he loved touching you.

"That's it, Javy."

His eyes looked at your reflections.

"Mon cheri," he spoke against your neck, his tone telling you how unconvinced he was.

He knew how to get you talking. His voice was always softer when he spoke French, just like his mom. Javy always had a swagger to him and the way he spoke: charming, pulling you into his current. When he switched to French, he was calm and comforting; a heat never failed to rise up your neck even though you had no idea what he was saying, but you had an inkling with that sincere look in his eyes and loving smile.

He took a page right out of his mother's book. She always knew how to help someone love themselves. Before the confidence and the muscles, Javy was a scrawny gangly thing. The way she handled his last growth spurt was ingrained in his mind. He remembered standing in front of the mirror, staring sadly at the small stretch marks on his sides and near his pecs. A bitter reminder of his growth. “Mon cher,” his mother cooed as she caught him. She allowed him to put on a shirt before she put her hands on his arms. “What’s the matter, cher?” He smiled at her thick New Orleans accent.

“I’m ugly, mama. I’m too tall… I got stretch marks,” he shook his head, refusing to meet her knowing glare.

Nikole swatted his arm and narrowed her eyes, “You’re still a boy, Javier,” she scolded, “you shouldn’t be worried about those things.”

“What if I look like this forever—and no one loves me?”

She reached up and cupped his face, “You are gonna find your true love,” she stated firmly, wiping his teary eyes. “And when you do, you’ll both do everything in your power to make the other feel beautiful because that is what you are. Understand, mon cher?”

“Yes, mama.”

“You still with me, Javy?” you asked him, seeing how his face softened. You turned around to straddle him, leaning back on your heels and hoping you weren’t crushing him. As if he could read your thoughts, the man pushed you down further onto him. He finally nodded.

“Mienne,” he whispered, kissing the skin where your neck met your shoulder. “Tout à moi.”

Mine. All Mine.

Your heart fluttered as you managed to translate (his mom had tried teaching you after meeting her side of the family) and leaned into his embrace. Your worries had started to subside as he finally kissed you, soft and so full of love. Javy’s hands found the outer part of your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze. This time, you didn’t feel like tearing off your flesh to make them smaller and you didn’t worry about how your knees looked. You melted into his touch.

“Jolie,” he murmured as he kissed your lips, squeezing your thighs—“Bonita.” he squeezed your love handles—“Pretty.” He cupped your face.

“I don’t deserve you,” you laughed, kissing his knuckles.

He helped you stand and held you close, your face pressed perfectly into his chest. “I should be saying that to you.”

“Still wanna go out?”

Javy pulled back and grabbed your hand, twirling you and making you giggle. “And miss an opportunity to show off my girl? No way, the night’s young, baby.” He kissed the back of your hand and led you out the door.

#javy machado #javy machado x reader #javy machado x you #javy machado x plus size!reader #coyote x reader #coyote x you #coyote x plus size!reader #top gun #top gun maverick

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kujo1597 · 2 months

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I’ve been watching my friend liveblog her rewatch of She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (great show) and it looked really fun to do. And she’s also doing this to get into writing SPOP fanfics and as some of you may remember, I have a Jem fanfic called Unbreakable that I really do need to finish. So I figured I would blog my rewatch of Jem. I wanted to watch the show again to get my creative juices flowing and figured why not.

Because I know the show backwards and forwards due to watching it five or six times my posts will probably largely focus on the characters and traits they have that I incorporate into the writing. I’ll talk about Jerrica’s relationship with Rio and why it’s so dysfunctional and concerning.

I’m also going to be a fucking weirdo and keep track of the crying because a character trait of Kimber’s I find really interesting is how private she is with her tears compared to the others. But this will be kept in a folder of its own and I won’t dwell on it.

I won't be putting all of these into the fandom tag because I worry that I'll be deemed "too active" by Tumblr and my posts will stop showing up in the tag. So I guess if you're interested in keeping up with these keep track of the "Kujo Watches Jem" tag.

Man I love this show’s first intro song and the animation. It’s largely rotoscoped and looks really nice.

The show starts off with a look at Jem and The Holograms at a premiere and it’s a cool way of introducing the characters. They make it very clear who’s who.

Aja

Shana

I love how they just fukkin’ throw Kimber out of the car. This is a good time to mention that the animation in the first five episodes is pretty janky. They’re stitched together seven minutes shorts that were part of the Super Sunday block on whichever channel this aired on. So we’re kind of watching a proof of concept right now.

And of course they show Jem as this cool and mysterious woman as she shrugs off her sheer veil in front of a cheering crowd. Reporters ask Jem a bunch of questions.

Then we hear our protagonist, Jerrica, start narrating.

She tells us that her story begins after her father's unexpected death. And they establish later in the show that this funeral is on or around Jerrica's birthday. Which is really awful. I feel bad for her.

I remember Eric being kind of creepy at the funeral but always forget just how creepy he is. Especially because I’m fairly confident that at this point in production Jerrica is meant to be an older teen. Like, 17 or 18. I don’t blame Rio for dragging her off.

But oh man, let’s just add this to the “Jerrica apologizes for Rio count.” It’s a recurring thing.

Now we cut to a shot of Starlight House and the characters working to fix it up. This also has cool details like a design table, Shana is into fashion design as we’ll learn later.

Uh, I need to point out this bird cage. You’ll see why later. But I need to point it out.

I wonder how long Ashley’s been living here for. Because she comments on the house being a dump as if she’s just moved in. Also she broke that chair. She tried to flop onto it but it broke.

Now we meet Mrs. Bailey who helps take care of the kids. Nice lady. She informs Jerrica that her dad, Emmett, would get money to fund the Starlight House’s upkeep from his music company. So Jerrica goes over to the office. She sees a new receptionist, walks past her and enters her dad's old office.

Eric continues to call Jerrica “darling” and talks about how he’s hired a new band called The Misfits. And they ride in on these extremely toyetic motorcycles. I don’t think they ever did get released though. But man, this screams “toy commercial show.” Jem is way more than just that though.

We get the first song of the series and it’s great. Fun imagery. And it’s funny seeing them play their instruments because Stormer is playing this weird boomerang guitar. I seriously do wonder when they finalized what instruments the characters play. Aja was messing around with drumsticks earlier in the episode and spoiler alert, she’s not a drummer, like, at all.

Jerrica calls The Misfits trash and insults Pizzazz. Then they talk about Eric holding a rigged battle of the bands competition. Which obviously Jerrica doesn’t approve of.

We then cut to Jerrica in her bedroom on a stormy night. Jerrica’s mad about Eric ruining the good image of her dad’s company. Then Kimber points out the jewellery box addressed to Jerrica. It contains earrings, very familiar earrings. Everybody wonders who they came from. Aja figures it was Rio.

Then thunder and lighting, and a mysterious woman who looks like she walked out of an exercise tape addresses Jerrica in a slightly ghostly voice.

And then Jerrica very rudely puts her hands in this woman’s belly. Jerrica! Personal space!

Understandably the mysterious woman leaves. In a flash of light.

Everybody follows the directions left in the earring box and meet up with the woman in Starlight Drive-In. She walks through a wall and they follow her in their van, the Starlight Express.

A quick aside, I was talking to my friend who’s only seen two or three episodes of Jem because of me kind of going, “Well, these episodes are very silly. I think it’d be fun to watch them with you.” Anyway, I was talking about the show and because of the fact that everything has the word Starlight in the name he asked if Starlight was Jerrica’s last name. And yeah, I get why he would think that.

Anyway, the woman introduces herself as Synergy and explains that she’s a highly advanced entertainment system made by Emmett Benton. We get shots where the characters split off and look at their interests, Shana at clothes, Kimber at the musical instruments, and Aja at the car, the Rockin' Roadster.

Seeing Synergy’s ability to make realistic holograms along with all the instruments gave Jerrica an idea.

Oh neat, we’re seeing a performance by a band that sounds… not great. I guess the rigging is going well.

And then we hear some more music, this time a song building up.

And that song the first one performed by Jem in the series. It’s a very solid one! A good note to start the band on.

Obviously everybody loved this band, they sound great! Eric gets all worked up and demands to know what they’re doing here because the contest is invite only. Jem points to Jerrica and announces that she was sent there by Jerrica.

And then Jem totally inconspicuously runs off of the stage and behind a tree. Then turns into Jerrica. She meets up with Eric on the stage and they’re caught arguing on the mics. I actually forgot that Eric was the one who put control of Starlight Music up as a stake in a new competition. One just between The Misfits and Jem and The Holograms.

A film producer named Howard Sands happened to be in the crowd and he promises a movie, and a mansion to the winner of the new battle of the bands competition. Six months from now.

Jerrica accepts the challenge having full confidence in herself and her sisters.

The Misfits are rowdy trouble makers so they steal Jem’s equipment and drives off with it in their van. The rival band gives chase because that’s their stuff and they need it. Musical equipment is not cheap. We get this thrilling chase where Roxy and Stormer throws things at the car Aja’s driving to try to get them to crash I guess. And uh

That’s a cliff. They’re heading right off a cliff. And Aja hit the gas judging by the sound effect.

Good work.

You can kind of tell this was the end of the short, especially when they come back from commercial and replay the chase scene.

Jerrica’s not dumb. She sends a hologram of Jem out to get help. The hologram meets up with Rio and tells him where the car is. Rio saves them.

The paper reports on this and gives Jem and The Holograms a bunch of publicity.

The Misfits don’t see much of a problem with this because they can still win the competition and of course

winning is everything.

I just, look at this GIF.

Okay I needed you to see that. The music video is a wonderful flavour of silly.

Now back to Starlight House. We see the girls putting money into the Honor Jar. It's a communal fund that the girls contribute to in order to afford things for Starlight House. They’re trying to buy a new fridge. Before adding the funds to the jar they have to announce how they made the money.

Ashley questions the jar which really adds to the feeling that she’s new here.

Also, it’s weird hearing Deirdre being voiced by Samantha Newark. She’s voiced by Patricia Alice Albrecht in her later appearances. The same VA as Pizzazz, Samantha Newark is Jerrica’s by the way.

Meanwhile Eric phones a thug and tells him to make Jerrica uncomfortable.

I need to know where this place is located. It’s in the middle of a forest or something. And I swear that’s a river behind it. Is that safe when you have twelve kids? The youngest is eight so maybe we don't have too much to worry about.

Anyway, Ashley steals money from the Honor Jar and Jerrica catches her. And then says something that never sat super right with me.

“There’s no room in Starlight House for girls who steal and lie.”

Like, hm, I dunno, I can’t articulate exactly why it bothers me. I feel like it would kind of breed dishonesty. Like how controlling parents often end up with kids who are really good at sneaking around them.

But Jerrica is a teen herself and taking care of twelve kids so I can’t be too hard on her. Especially because her dad did recently die so there is going to be some adjusting to the new role as foster mother.

Jerrica tells Ashley that the other girls are going to decide on her punishment because they’re the ones running the Honor Jar. The punishment is to raise $30 which is ten times the amount Ba Nee raised by the way.

I get a kick out of Samantha Newark trying to sound like a tough girl, possibly from Jersey. What do I know? I’m Canadian. Now I’m kind of wishing they kept her as Deirdre’s voice actor. We do get more "tough girl Newark" later in the series though. In an excellent episode.

Later on during the night Rio’s explaining that the power’s still out and offers to stay over. But Jerrica turns him down. They lean in for a kiss.

And hear a bunch of giggling which is cute.

Jerrica turns to them and says, “Jealous?” before kissing Rio.

I like this dynamic between Jerrica and her girls.

Later that night the thug Eric talked to, Zipper, awkwardly breaks into the house. It takes him a couple tries to break the window. Still better than what I could do.

One of the Starlight Girls, Marianne, never named in the show, alerts Jerrica to there being a noise coming from downstairs. So Jerrica takes her sisters with her to check out the noise while the kids stay upstairs and safe.

Because there’s no power and it’s the middle of the night Kimber’s holding a lantern with the biggest damn flame I have ever seen.

Zipper having been caught pushes past Kimber and knocks the lantern out of her hands. And sets the house on fire.

Like, crazily on fire.

And this is where the episode ends.

I would love to do more but this took even longer than I expected and I haven’t been getting enough sleep so I’m quite tired and dizzy. So bedtime for me. I’ll pick this up later, possibly tomorrow.

#Jem and the Holograms #Kujo Watches Jem #Well that took almost three hours #Next episode will have less screenshots. I mostly wanted ones that show the characters when they get introduced #The screenshotting took the most time #I can't wait for the Honor Jar to stop being a thing. I have to consciously make an effort to spell it without a u

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leafdebrief · 8 months

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planes guns & automobiles

(part I: "planes")

let's talk about cars.

rather, let's hear a story about cars.

actually let's tell stories about cars, and guns, for action. but first let's talk about airplanes. bigger examples make bigger points (it's just math) and stories are so exciting with planes and guns.

so here's an airplane:

(Wrong Right Wright Flyer; 1903)

she's not much of an airplane by today's standards. but boy she flew! it was the first sustained flight by a heavier-than-air powered craft. you better believe that shit was miraculous to watch, like the miracle of life itself. those flappity biplane anhedrals, flippity flapping away in the hopefully-not-too-blowy-breeze. Orville and Wilbur's eager little newborn doe, with a the weight of exploration visibly too heavy for the little creature's natal leg strength... and there she was, delicately hovering over real life water.

our brave little girl took her first dangerous steps, and her parents knew that only they were qualified to bring her home from that journey safely. they knew that it was the most important thing.

and they went with her for those first steps, ready to die for her.

but they didn't want to. they were ready to die to make sure it did not happen.

that was our little girl too. for better or worse, we raised her, and she was never meant to be perfect but she flew so well right there and then, that she might as well have been really actually perfect. she's still perfect when we remember her like this, even if she was reckless and required constant supervision.

because, of course she was reckless. she was only a child. she didn't need to die young. but her parents were just doing their best, with their whole lives, to protect her from the danger of that first flight.

but because of her, we learned to fly. and we learned to fly so well that we forgot that we were ever meant to be grounded. injury became so unheard of that death by flight became a joke. her sacrifice and that of her parents was so great that her children could fly without fear of death, and her grandchildren could fly without fear of injury, and then her great-grandchildren could fly without fear of anything at all.

we raised these girls. we raised them to fly safely and give a better hope that one day the number of people that die flying is zero, year after year, forever.

now let's fast forward 100 years:

(Boring Boeing 737; 2003)

wait a sec, are these the same invention? that top thing looks like you'd have to hold on for dear life and bolt down your lunch, whereas this looks like a metal tube you've maybe stood inside yourself!

try to remember if you have: did you feel like you had to hold on to not fly out of the pressurized cabin? were you worried that your entire vessel would buckle at a strong wind and go crashing into a city below, killing you and possibly hundreds of others?

or did you feel at ease—peaceful, even—as you reclined in a cushy seat while being reassured by a safety-trained professional where all the emergency features are in the almost unheard-of case you need them?

now let's go back again, exactly 100 years—again. let's take a look at another invention:

(Ford Model A B C T; 1903)

here is a car. moreover, here is the first commercial car that was meant for "ordinary people" to buy and use.

like the Wright Flyer, we can see a couple of crucial design issues already: first, the inside doesn't offer much in the way of protecting the driver or passengers. yikes. on top of that, the outside is sharp hard metal that we're designing to send speeding alongside unprotected people at velocities that could easily kill them if they were struck.

so now, back to 2003:

(Ford Death150 F150; 2003)

ok, that's an improvement alright. the insides look well protected not just from wind, but from flying debris, animals, clouds of smog, lightning... i'm starting to feel a little closer to the airplane comfort in this thing.

but wait a second... we should take a good look at the death toll for aviation accidents. maybe we shouldn't get so excited yet?

(Statista page; "Number of worldwide air traffic fatalities from 2006 to 2021")

gosh, over a hundred dead almost every year? looks like 2017 was a pretty decent year for minimal human death toll, i'd want my planes to look closer to that. or zero!

at least there's a clear delineation with regard to which direction the number is trending: down every year. at this rate, i have a lot more confidence that number will continue to improve every year!

well what's the death toll for these car things in 2003? surely it can't be as bad as a hundred (or god forbid more), right? surely not a thousand?

(2003 in obscured table; 1,473 driver fatalities)

over a thousand?? what kind of death trap are you asking me to get into? if it's that fatal for drivers, at least they surely must've fixed that pedestrian death problem. maybe all those smooth contours and the plastic body instead of metal did away with that nasty little detail!

(Full chart; total 2,778 fatalities 2003)

.............you've got to be pulling my leg, right?

you mean to tell me that in the 100 years that airplanes became one of the statistically safest transportation methods, cars couldn't get the number of humans they stripped from the world under 2000 for one year?

(top of cited page from Canadian Gov; data from Transport Canada, 2003)

JUST FROM CANADA???

so let me get this straight: out of the 31.64 million people living in Canada in 2003, 21.4 million of those people—nearly 68%—decided that over 2000 of you dying was totally acceptable odds?

ok, never mind cars. i'll stick to my pulse, thanks.

well, i don't know about you, but something that seems maybe self-evident to me at least is that there were some design flaws in the Wright Flyer that would have killed a lot of people, and those design flaws appear to have been all-but-eliminated in the course of 100 years. the Ford Model A, conversely, seems to have undergone some minor design tweaks that modestly improved the chance at life for anyone inside, and did nothing to improve it for those outside by 2003.

...and that was still considered an improvement??? man, i need to sit down (no it's cool, you take shotgun, i see a bench over there i'll grab near the bus stop).

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rubykgrant · 1 year

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Tagged by @grand-romantic to share 4 albums that I am currently fixating on… and this is hard, because I listen to the same stuff over and OVER, plus most of my CDs are movie soundtracks and mix CDs my best friend made me that are full of all the groups/artists that only have a couple songs I like. So, I cheated a bit, one group of CD albums in which I like basically all of the songs, so I can listen to the whole thing. Also, one group of CD albums from movies or shows that I also enjoy throughout!

First group (on the left); Gorillaz the Singles Collection (2001-2011). I liked the first bit I had seen of Gorillaz, way back in the day when the Clint Eastwood animated music video randomly aired with no context. Over the years I actually kept hearing various songs on the radio, but didn’t even realize how often it was Gorillaz! It wasn’t until I was in my 20s, and got to see more of the animated music videos, that I realized “Oh, they actually have a LOT of songs, and a LOT of talented music artists!”. I found the singles collection in a store when I was about 24, which happened to be all my favorite songs, so I got it! Fun fact- my mom actually really likes Gorillaz too, and she borrows this CD from me a lot

TLC Fanmail; This was one of the first CDs my family ever owned, initially bought specifically because me and my mom loved the song No Scrubs. Once we listened to the whole thing, we loved just about every song on here! We still listen to it in the car, and I put it in my player when I ride my bike a lot. My favorite is still No Scrubs, but Unpretty is a close second. Later, we also got Crazy Sexy Cool because we loved Waterfalls, and again enjoyed the rest of the songs as well. Fun fact- other other CD my family owned was Smash Mouth Astro Lounge, before we eventually had several dozen. These were ye olden days, and also my family is about 5 years behind tech anyway haha

The Beach Boys Sounds of Summer; I grew up listening to my parents’ cassette tapes, which contained what most people would call “oldies”, but that was just what we had! I knew darn near every one of the songs from the Beach Boys by the time I was 7, and my favorites are probably Get Round/California Girls/Wouldn’t It Be Nice. The only reason I have this CD at all was because when I was 14, I was left alone one evening, saw a commercial to order this album, called it, talked to a real person about how to pay for it, sent in my own money, and got the CD in the mail! My parents were very surprised, and maybe would have been worried about how easy it was for a 14 year old to do this, but were thankfully happy to listen to a Beach Boys CD (also, it was my own money, so I didn’t get in trouble). Fun fact- me and my mom went to a Beach Boys concert in 2019! We listened to this CD in the car on the way there. Then heard all the songs again at the event. Yes, we’re crazy like that

Zach Callison a Picture Perfect Hollywood Heartbreak; one of the “newest” albums I own (still 5 years late to everything). One friend played this in the car, I liked how the songs sounded, got my own copy, let a different friend borrow it, and they liked it a lot, so I let them keep it and got myself a new copy! This is a good angst album, and I especially enjoy Interlude 4, that song will smack you right upside the head. Because I still share everything with my mom, she initially thought it was a “weird” CD, but then borrowed it for a 2 weeks, and now she likes it haha. Fun fact- when my mom was ordering her OWN copy, she kept mis-remembering the title as “Hollywood Homicide”, and got an entirely different search result. I had to help her find what she actually wanted on my computer

Next group (on the right); The Muppet Christmas Carol soundtrack. I love the Muppets, I love a lot of the songs in Muppet movies, but the Christmas Carol one is ESPECIALLY good. I mean, these songs are beautiful. I’ll listen to it while riding my bike even when it isn’t close to the holiday. One little detail I like is the song Marley and Marley, because they used lines from the original book as lyrics, and it just works so well. Other detail, I didn’t appreciate the Love is Gone as a kid, because the scene itself moves kinda slow… but as an adult, it hits me really hard seeing Michael Caine singing along to the song he ignored as a young man, his emotions that he’s buried taking over in a subtle and heart-breaking way. Fun fact- I have this CD because one of my younger cousins gave it me as birthday gift!

Pokemon the First Movie soundtrack; I mean, Pokemon itself is a whole central point to my childhood, and seeing this movie in theaters as a kid was a BIG event. I love that maybe half the songs on here only kinda-sorta relate specifically to Pokemon in some way, and the rest are just various rock/pop/hip-hop songs, but each one is awesome! If Brother My Brother doesn’t make you FEEL THINGS, than I don’t even know what to say. Some of the songs on here are just plain cute, while others are intense. I’ve shared the music here with other people by playing it in a car, or on trips, and when they ask what CD this is, I get to see the confused look on their faces when I explain it is Pokemon album. Fun fact- before I got the CD, I had the cassette tape, and when I bought it, that accidentally came with an extra Pokemon poster!

The Prince of Egypt soundtrack; another movie that was amazing to see in theaters when I was very young. Like, that was an EXPERIENCE. It still holds up beautifully, and so do the songs! Sometimes I just listen to it on my headphones to relax, sometimes I listen and let my mind wander to emotional places… I also had a cassette for this, and really had to hunt it down to find a CD. For whatever reason, when I was first looking online, all the copies I found were just WAY too expensive. Then I randomly lucked out by finding it at a thrift store, and it wasn’t even all scratched up! I still have this CD, and still listen to it often. Fun fact- once when I was visiting family in Las Vegas, I was waiting in line for a ride at the Luxor, the only kid there, I started singing the Plagues song quietly to myself, and 5 other people joined in!

Phineas and Ferb soundtrack; These songs are ICONIC. They’re fun and joyful, and catchy as heck. I don’t care who you are, there is at least ONE Phineas and Ferb song that would get stuck in your head. In general, Busted might be my favorite, but I also love all the songs from Dude We’re Getting the Band back Together! This is a very good CD to imagine Scenarios to… all kinds of daydreams with characters and stories. I was also lucky to find this one, because on the store shelf the price listen was little high for what I had, but then I saw it was on sale! Fun fact- I’ve played this CD at family functions, and by skipping some of the “specific” songs, I triecked everybody into thinking it was a normal party CD haha

#tag game #music album #grand-romantic

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homerforsure · 2 years

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oooo Chimney’s commercial plsss 😯😯

Thank you very much, my dear Anon! Sorry for the wait. I'll probably rewrite the commercial script at least four times before this is done, but it's a start!

At first, Buck didn’t hear Chimney shouting from the room. He was too focused on the trajectory of the black and gold LAFC soccer ball as it bounced around the circle of the half dozen players gathered in the hallway to play two-touch before the game. It was starting to move too fast. Ravi had started it with a header that Clary took in the chest, forcing him to knock it toward Lyss with a quick kick off the top of his foot to avoid touching the ball more than twice. Lyss tried to juggle it, but she couldn’t either, and Loffer had to practically slide into a stolen base to keep it from hitting the floor. Someone was going to lose it. Buck bounced on the balls of his feet, determined that it wasn’t going to be him.

He did hear the two-fingered whistle that came after as well as Hen’s shout, “It’s on! Get in here!”

That announcement was about the only thing that could end the game early. Nobody even bothered to catch the ball. They just let it drop and roll away to be retrieved later as everyone climbed over each other to try and get back in the dressing room.

Holding the ipad in her hand as she waited for the rest of the team to get in, Hen didn’t even try to hold back her smile.

“I thought they were going to drop it during the game?” Benji asked, scooting in close beside her.

“They put it online early.”

“It” was a commercial. An advertisement for a local jewelry store that had billboards up and down the interstate and was also a minor sponsor for the team. They must have decided that the traffic they got from the ads they paid to have play during tv timeouts was worth it because they decided to film another one. Another one with a hockey player to make the most of their audience. Another one with Chimney.

Chimney was standing a little ways back to allow everyone else to crowd in but he was still close enough to see the screen. As he waved them in closer, he said, “After the showing you can all form an orderly line for autographs. Please remember I don’t do butts.”

“Anymore,” Levi helpfully added and Chimney grabbed a packet of Extra from his locker to throw at him.

Holding up her hand, Hen said, “I’m pushing play!”

The video was shot in black and white. It opened with Chimney, laughing as he spoke with someone out of frame before turning back toward the camera with a broad smile. His autograph looped across the corner of the screen and the watch on his wrist was very prominently pointed toward the viewer.

“Hi, I’m Howard Han, I’m the captain of the Los Angeles Kings.”

[“Ow, ow!” someone in the room hooted. “Looking good, Chim!”]

“When I’m looking for fine jewelry, there’s no place I trust more than Opizzi’s. They’ve got the best selection of rings, bracelets, and timepieces for any occasion.”

As Chimney spoke, the video changed to Chimney, shaking hands with someone, presumably Opizzi himself, this time with a massive ring on his finger.

[“Why does it look like you just made a deal with a mafioso?”]

“When our new kids come to town you know, they’re looking to stand out and that’s not always easy to do in LA. I tell them, ‘Come down to Opizzi’s, get yourself a quality watch, people will come to you’.”

The final shot featured Chimney on the ice in a suit and skates, juggling a puck in the air before zooming in to a close up of his stick and a line of massive watches fastened along it. As the camera panned, a computer generated bling flashed against each one.

“Opizzi’s Fine Jewelry. We’ve got the best ice in town.”

The screen faded to black and an obnoxious, teasing, round of applause erupted in the room.

“Play it again!” Benji said, reaching for the ipad.

Putting on a confused frown, Buck asked, “Hey, uh, Chim? Who are all those people who are coming up to you when you wear a watch?”

“It’s people asking what time it is,” Hen replied.

#also subject to change are all of these names #why are there so many people on a hockey team?#allison writes #hockey au

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loveamirada · 2 years

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Keith Powers-Savior

Keith Powers x (Black)Female Reader!

Contains:Depictions of Intoxication,Rape/Sexual Assault and Swearing

Warning May be Triggering!

H.E.R's Fate played through your AirPods as you put the finishing touches on your drawing of a modern day Cleopatra,it had took you 2 hours free hand to draw it and you actually didn't have anything negative to critic about it.

You felt your bed sink as you looked up to see your best friend Keith smiling at you as his pearly white teeth shined like straight out of a Colgate commercial.

Rolling your eyes smiling ,you double tapped your left air pod making the music stop.

"Can I help you Mr.Powers?"you pushed up your glasses before resting your chin in your hand as you propped your elbow up on your knee

"Actually ,yes you can Ms.Thompson"he kissed your forehead before laying his head in your lap picking up your drawing looking over it.

"Remember in our freshmen year when you made me travel halfway across Cali just so you could see that graffiti work under that bridge"he looked up at you as you ran your clear acrylic nail through his bushy eyebrow making them feather

"Yes and I also remember that you were the one that wanted to come"you reminded him

"only because I didn't want you to go by yourself-but that's besides the point ,you said and I quote"he cleared his throat closing his eyes as you rolled your eyes"Thanks for coming with me Tyree and just so you know ,anytime you need me to go with you anywhere ,I'll do it"he batted his eyelashes as you hit his chest pushing him off of you as you stood up making him laugh,he leaned back and sat up on his elbows crossing his ankles as he watched you.

"So you want me to go somewhere with you?"you grabbed a scrunchie from your dresser putting your curly hair up in a bun as he nodded slowly and you waited for him to continue

"A party?"he said a questioning tone as you rolled your eyes and your hands dropped to your side smacking your legs

"Come on Christian it's a Friday night and here you are cooped up in yah room"he tilted his head

"And your point is?"you twisted your neck putting on your brown moccasins

"You need to get out more,talk to other human's and be a normal 17 year old...maybe even get a man"he mumbled the last part thinking you didn't hear him as you picked up your volleyball from the floor tossing it at his chest as it hit making a thumping noise,he held it laughing as you put your hands on your hips pulling down your cropped grey hoodie that was halfway rising and went also with the grey leggings and white nike socks you were wearing.He poked his lip out furrowing his eyebrow as he held the volleyball to his chest looking at you with sad eyes

"Please Chris "he begged as you chewed on your bottom lip

"I don't even think I have anything to wear"you played with your nails looking down

"Lemme take you to the mall"he suggested as you threw your head back

"Gimme 5"you dragged your feet against the carpet

"Thank you mama"he yelled back as you threw your hand at him.

"Come on Chris you look good as hell"Keith said holding your hand as your red pointed toe heels clicked against the driveway with every step you took.

"You don't think the dress is too short...or tight?"you looked up at him as the two of you stood in front of the mansion doors and Keith rung the doorbell ,you were referring to the red body con and spaghetti strapped mini dress you were wearing.

"No and besides you got a banging body,show it sometime"he pulled at a curly strand of your hair that fell from your messy but cute bun as you smiled

Whoever the girl will be,she sure is lucky if she ends up with Keith,he's everything any girl could ask for,you thought to yourself as he grinned at you

The large door swung open as your heads turned

"Aye man ,glad yall made it"Frankie dapped up Keith with enthusiasm as he moved aside so the two of you could walk into the mansion as Something Real by Summer Walker and Chris Brown blared throughout the place as people danced.

"Looking good Thompson "the tall blonde hair and blue eyed boy gestured towards you giving you a look over as you gave him a closed mouth smile

"Drinks over there,pool's outback and the gang's over there"he pointed across the room at the group that Keith hangs out with when he's not with you

"Aight thanks man"they dapped up each other once more before he walked off

Keith's grip tightened as he led you to the bar as you got stares from multiple people ,men and women.

"K now this is for you"he handed you a red cup as he made his own

"What is it?"you smelt it as he laughed

"It's punch"he sipped his after mixing it with multiple things"oh so you get to drink and have fun but I gotta stay sober"you squinted your eyes at him

"No not exactly,I just don't want you drinking and not being able to think for yourself in this kind of environment"he smirked as he began leading you across the room where a group that consisted of two girls and three guys stood.

You've only ever drank one time in your life and that was a bottle of beer that you convinced Keith to let you try "well that's what I have you for"you grinned putting your head on his shoulder as he smiled furrowing his bushy eyebrows

After getting introduced to the group you were now talking to the two girls who were actually half decent

"Wait so your telling me we've been at the same highschool for 4 whole years together and we never talked?"Jayda ,the mixed one asked flipping her flat ironed hair off of her shoulder

"Yeah , Senor Gonzalez's advanced Spanish class...junior year I think?"you sipped from your cup

"Oh yeah"she nodded as her eye's widened

"I'm sorry but I got a question"Ashlyn put her hand on her hip

"How in the hell did you get your body and eyelashes like that?"the tan skinned blue eyed and blond haired white girl asked as you laughed

"Castor oil for the lashes and pizza and volleyball I guess"you looked down at the fitted dress that came right about were your finger tips ended ,you looked over at Keith who was not too far from you conversing with the boys.

"Well damn sign me up"Jayda joked as you laughed looking back at her until someone bumped into you almost making your drink spill as you turned around with a frown already on your face

"Damn I apologize sweet heart"He started as you looked at the unfamiliar man that stood in front of you

"It's fi-"you started before you were cut off by Keith putting his arm around you

"You good?"he whispered in your ear as you nodded

"Keith"the man with the face tattoos and hazel eyes nodded at Keith with a smirk

"Kyle"He nodded with no expression

"Kyle,Christian"Keith introduced you two as he extended his hand"Christian,Kyle" you put yours in his as he studied your face with his head titled

"Christian Thompson?"he questioned as you nodded chuckling"yeah that's me"

"My bad mama it's just you look a little different that's all "he said finally letting go

"Is that bad thing?"you furrowed your eyebrows

"Not at all"he raised his slit eyebrow looking at you

"Keith!"You heard her high pitched voice as you rolled your eyes

"Yes Alexis"Keith exhaled as he turned his head to his ex girlfriend dressed in the tightest and shortest nude latex dress known to man as she bit down on her nail

"Can we talk?"she batted her mink eyelashes rubbing her glossy lips together

Keith looked back at you as you shrugged and then at Kyle before looking back at the "5,1" Blasian

"please"she begged

"5 minutes"he removed his arm from around you before following her as No heart by 21 savage began to play and everyone got hyped .

From behind Kyle you could see Jayda mouth "get that dick sis"as she stuck out her tongue and Ashlyn led her to the dance floor making you laugh as you looked up at Kyle who still kept his focus on you

"You trynna dance or sum"?he asked licking his plump bottom lip ,you nodded trying to steady your breathing from the way he was looking at you "but first,let's get you sum'n real to drink instead of that kitty ass shit you prolly got in that cup"he smirked interlocking his hand in yours leading you to the bar.

Welp Keith wanted you to meet people ,act like a normal 17 year old and get a man... looks like your doing all three.

4 drinks and 2 songs later you were feeling amazing ,extravagant -fucking stupendous as you grinded your hips against Kyle who held them moving to the beat of For Free by Drake.

"You wanna get some air"he asked in your ear as it was fairly hot due to all of the body heat ,you nodded as he interlocked his tattooed hands with your leading you through the crowd

The two of you sat in his hellcat as Liquor by Chris Brown played lowly .

The windows were rolled down letting in fresh air to replace the smoke from Kyle's cigarette,sure you knew that people smoked weed and vaped ,shit like that but it was different to see someone so young smoking a Cigarette.

"So whats a graduated man like you doing at a senior party?"you crossed your arms over your chest due to the breeze looking over at him as he looked at you weirdly or maybe it was just your vision due to you not having on your glasses

"What just cuz I'm 21 ,I can't hang"he his eyes were low as he put his tattooed hand on your thigh rubbing slowly

"No not at all it's-its just-it's just tha-"you slurred out before shaking your head slowly as you felt your tongue go numb

"Jeesh I must be tripping or something" you held your head as it started spinning and things got blurry.

"Nah ,you just fine"he said as you felt his lips on yours,you groaned trying to push him back but it felt like your arms weighed a thousand pounds as he moved on top of you moving his hand up your thigh

"Kyle please,no"you begged as your voice slurred slowly

"Just enjoy it baby"he said as he unbuckled his pants before extending the seat back as your heavy eyelids finally closed.

Keith Buckled his pants as he walked back into the party as Love Like This by Faith Evans played throughout the mansion as the sweaty drunk teens danced against each other.

"Aye y'all seen Chris?"Keith asked the two girls as they vaped and danced

"Nooooo but here's her phone she left"Jayda slurred handing him Christian's phone as he groaned throwing his head back"Damn you’re sharp as fuck "Ashlyn slurred putting her hand on Keith's jawline causing it tense as he went on to look elsewhere .

His anxiety was at an all time high ,how could he be so careless to leave her alone by herself especially when a fuckboy like Kyle already had his eyes on her ,he thought to hisself as his palms grew sweaty.

"Kyle"he said aloud as his eye's widened ,he ran outside looking around the crowded block for the infamous hoemobile and there it was at the end of the fucking road.

Keith put his athleticism to good use as he practically sprinted throughout the long driveway and down the street,he pulled on the locked doors as he couldn't see inside due the tinted windows but could hear Goosebumps by Travis Scott faintly playing as the car vibrated from the bass.

He began banging his fist into the window repeatedly until he heard a crack not sure if it was his fist or the glass but due to adrenaline he felt nothing but anxiousness until a extremely high and pissed off Kyle stepped out of the vehicle as he kicked closed the door as Keith caught a quick glimpse of what looked like Christian's leg.

"Just gimme Chris man"Keith warned as his fist balled and his chest rose ,his breathing picking up

"Nah,you got yah lil bitch already ,don’t worry about what we got going on over here "Kyle who was now just in his white wife beater ,black jeans leaned up against his car resting his foot against the door as his belt remained unbuckled "the shit that girl got in there" he turned gesturing towards Keith's unconscious best friend in the car before stepping up to Keith who despite their 2 year age difference looked down on him with his 6'2 height.

"That shit was A1 for sum virgin pu-"he started before he was cut of by Keith's fist colliding with his jaw making him stumble back , Keith came back at him again with a uppercut to the chin as the blood spewed from his mouth and he fell backwards to the ground.

Keith quickly ran to the passengers side opening the car door as his heart dropped ,Christian laid in the passenger seat, her dress was hiked up and you could see blood stains between her thighs as her hair was now down and her head was slumped over , her dress was ripped not really covering shit

"Chris"Keith shook her body getting no response as his eyes began to water .

"baby come on wake up"he shook her unconscious body

He grabbed her arm checking for a pulse as he exhaled in relief when he felt it ,quickly he took off his red checkered flannel putting it on her buttoning it up halfway before picking her up bridal style and carrying her to his Jeep

He sat there watching her sleep in his bed as he cried ,he cried like a baby.

That night Keith didn't dare go to sleep,he felt that if he took his eyes off of her for a second then something bad would happen, even worse than what already has.

The sun was up and he managed to explain to his sister what happened and she convinced him to shower, change clothes,eat and to go out and clear his head letting him know that she would chill in his room until he got back.

Keith sat on the hood of his Jeep near Upper Glen Alpine Falls as he talked to god and cleared his thoughts the best he could.

#keith powers #black reader

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NASA Spotlight: Astronaut Mike Hopkins

Michael S. Hopkins was selected by NASA as an astronaut in 2009. The Missouri native is currently the Crew-1 mission commander for NASA’s next SpaceX launch to the International Space Station on Nov. 14, 2020. Hopkin’s Crew-1 mission will mark the first-ever crew rotation flight of a U.S. commercial spacecraft with astronauts on board, and it secures the U.S.’s ability to launch humans into space from American soil once again. Previously, Hopkins was member of the Expedition 37/38 crew and has logged 166 days in space. During his stay aboard the station, he conducted two spacewalks totaling 12 hours and 58 minutes to change out a degraded pump module. He holds a Bachelor of Science in Aerospace Engineering from the University of Illinois and a Master of Science in Aerospace Engineering.

He took some time from being a NASA astronaut to answer questions about his life and career! Enjoy:

What do you hope people think about when you launch?

I hope people are thinking about the fact that we’re starting a new era in human spaceflight. We’re re-opening human launch capability to U.S. soil again, but it’s not just that. We’re opening low-Earth orbit and the International Space Station with commercial companies. It’s a lot different than what we’ve done in the past. I hope people realize this isn’t just another launch – this is something a lot bigger. Hopefully it’s setting the stage, one of those first steps to getting us to the Moon and on to Mars.

You served in the U.S. Air Force as a flight test engineer. What does that entail?

First off, just like being an astronaut, it involves a lot of training when you first get started. I went to the U.S. Air Force Test Pilot School and spent a year in training and just learning how to be a flight test engineer. It was one of the most challenging years I’ve ever had, but also one of the more rewarding years. What it means afterwards is, you are basically testing new vehicles or new systems that are going on aircraft. You are testing them before they get handed over to the operational fleet and squadrons. You want to make sure that these capabilities are safe, and that they meet requirements. As a flight test engineer, I would help design the test. I would then get the opportunity to go and fly and execute the test and collect the data, then do the analysis, then write the final reports and give those conclusions on whether this particular vehicle or system was ready to go.

What is one piece of life advice you wish somebody had told you when you were younger?

A common theme for me is to just have patience. Enjoy the ride along the way. I think I tend to be pretty high intensity on things and looking back, I think things happen when they’re supposed to happen, and sometimes that doesn’t necessarily agree with when you think it should happen. So for me, someone saying, “Just be patient Mike, it’s all going to happen when it’s supposed to,” would be really good advice.

Is there a particular science experiment you enjoyed working on the most while aboard the space station?

There’s a lot of experiments I had the opportunity to participate in, but the ones in particular I liked were ones where I got to interact directly with the folks that designed the experiment. One thing I enjoyed was a fluid experiment called Capillary Flow Experiment, or CFE. I got to work directly with the principal investigators on the ground as I executed that experiment. What made it nice was getting to hear their excitement as you were letting them know what was happening in real time and getting to hear their voices as they got excited about the results. It’s just a lot of fun.

Space is a risky business. Why do it?

I think most of us when we think about whatever it is we do, we don’t think of it in those terms. Space is risky, yes, but there’s a lot of other risky jobs out there. Whether it’s in the military, farming, jobs that involve heavy machinery or dangerous equipment… there’s all kinds of jobs that entail risk. Why do it? You do it because it appeals to you. You do it because it’s what gets you excited. It just feels right. We all have to go through a point in our lives where we figure out what we want to do and what we want to be. Sometimes we have to make decisions based on factors that maybe wouldn’t lead you down that choice if you had everything that you wanted, but in this particular case for me, it’s exactly where I want to be. From a risk standpoint, I don’t think of it in those terms.

Can you describe your crew mate Soichi Noguchi in one sentence?

There are many facets to Soichi Noguchi. I’m thinking about the movie Shrek. He has many layers! He’s very talented. He’s very well-thought. He’s very funny. He’s very caring. He’s very sensitive to other people’s needs and desires. He’s a dedicated family man. I could go on and on and on… so maybe like an onion – full of layers!

Star Trek or Star Wars?

I love them both. But can I say Firefly? There’s a TV series out there called Firefly. It lasted one season – kind of a space cowboy-type show. They did have a movie, Serenity, that was made as well. But anyway, I love both Star Wars and Star Trek. We’ve really enjoyed The Mandalorian. I mean who doesn’t love Baby Yoda right? It’s all fun.

How many times did you apply to be an astronaut? Did you learn anything on your last attempt?

I tried four times over the course of 13 years. My first three attempts, I didn’t even have references checked or interviews or anything. Remember what we talked about earlier, about patience? For my fourth attempt, the fact is, it happened when it was supposed to happen. I didn’t realize it at the time. I would have loved to have been picked on my first attempt like anybody would think, but at the same time, because I didn’t get picked right away, my family had some amazing experiences throughout my Air Force career. That includes living in Canada, living overseas in Italy, and having an opportunity to work at the Pentagon. All of those helped shape me and grow my experience in ways that I think helped me be a better astronaut.

Can you share your favorite photo or video that you took in space?

One of my favorite pictures was a picture inside the station at night when all of the lights were out. You can see the glow of all of the little LEDs and computers and things that stay on even when you turn off the overhead lights. You see this glow on station. It’s really one of my favorite times because the picture doesn’t capture it all. I wish you could hear it as well. I like to think of the station in some sense as being alive. It’s at that time of night when everybody else is in their crew quarters in bed and the lights are out that you feel it. You feel the rhythm, you feel the heartbeat of the station, you see it in the glow of those lights – that heartbeat is what’s keeping you alive while you’re up there. That picture goes a small way of trying to capture that, but I think it’s a special time from up there.

What personal items did you decide to pack for launch and why?

My wedding bands. I’m also taking up pilot wings for my son. He wants to be a pilot so if he succeeds with that, I’ll be able to give him his pilot wings. Last time, I took one of the Purple Hearts of a very close friend. He was a Marine in World War II who earned it after his service in the Pacific.

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Pattinson

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!reader

Synopsis: Tom gets jealous when you reveal your celebrity crush on Robert Pattinson

Masterlist

“Okay I saw these on Tik Tok and I had to get them for you.” Zendaya grinned as she slid a small black box towards you.

“What is it?” You eyed her skeptically as you accepted the box.

“Just open it and look.” She smiled and rubbed her hands together.

“No.” You gasped as you opened the box. “Team Edward underwear?”

You picked up a pair of lacy black paintings and held them out in front of you. The phrase “Team Edward” was stitched in bold white letters right over the crotch.

“Oh my God.” You burst into laughter. “What are these?”

“They’re just panties.” She said innocently. “I thought you’d like them.”

“I do but I cannot wear this around Tom.” You laughed and set them down. “He’ll think I’m insane.”

“Them wear them when he’s away.” She shrugged.

“I cannot believe you bought these.” You shook your head at her. “Or that someone made them. Or that I want to wear them more than anything.”

“See?” She smiled proudly. “I knew you’d like them.”

“I do.” You admitted. “But Tom can never know they exist.”

You put the panties away in your drawer that night and forgot about them. It wasn’t until a few weeks later when you were a guest on the Graham Norton show that your love of Twilight was brought up once again.

“Now, Y/n, I hear you’re a big Twilight fan.” Graham began.

“Yup. Last time I checked.” You nodded, purposefully quoting Jacob Black.

“Are you really?” Graham giggled.

“I cannot tell you how many times I’ve seen those movies.” You shook your head. “Especially the first one. Everyone few months I just sit down and shot gun the series.”

“Were you Team Edward or Team Jacob?”

“Team Edward all the way.” You said immediately. “This is so embarrassing, but I used to leave my window open when I was in middle school so Edward could come in.”

“That’s some dedication.” Graham laughed. “Did he ever come?”

“No. He never did.” You pouted. “13 year old me was really disappointed.”

“I hear you even got a tattoo.” Graham raised his eyebrows, making you hide your face in shame.

“I do.” You laughed behind your hand. “I got too drunk halfway through Eclipse and got a tattoo.”

“You have to show us.” Graham insisted.

“Okay but don’t laugh.” You laughed in defeat and rolled up your sleeve. You held your arm out to the camera, showing off your tattoo that read “Robert Pattinson” in tiny letters on your arm. The audience and Graham laughed at the randomness at the tattoo as your face heated in embarrassment.

“Look at this, it’s not even Twilight related”. Graham laughed. “It’s just Roberts name.”

“I wanted to get to the point.” You shrugged, earning some laughs.

“Why this font?” He wondered as he stared at the tattoo.

“It’s helvetica.” You deadpanned, making Graham cover his face with his cards as he laughed.

“It looks like you’ve just typed this out on the computer.” He pointed out.

“I was drunk.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “And it felt right in the moment.”

“You’ve never met Robert, right?” Graham asked. “You haven’t showed this to him?”

“No, I’ve never met him”. You sighed dramatically. “And he will never see this tattoo.”

“Well then you better cover it up.” Graham said as he looked behind him. “Ladies and gentlemen, Robert Pattinson.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked behind Graham as Robert Pattinson came out from back stage. He was in a navy suit, looking as beautiful as ever as he walked towards the couch.

“Oh My God.” You covered your face with your hands as the audience became deafening. You could hear Robert and Graham greeting each other over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Slowly, you took your face away from your hands and sheepishly looked up.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Rob.” Robert smiled as he looked down at you.

“Hi.” You smiled weakly as you stood up. Robert shook your hand and kissed your cheek to say hello, making you die on the spot. You let go of him and sat down on the couch, never taking your eyes off Robert.

“This is…” Graham gestured to you a few times, reminding you to say your name.

“Y/n. Sorry.” You blinked a few times. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m a big fan.”

“Are you?” Robert asked as he sat down. “You a Twilight fan?”

“No, I haven’t seen it.” You lied as you collected yourself.

“You just said-“

“I love all your other movies though.” You cut Graham off. “I really admire your work. Your acting is phenomenal.”

“Thank you.” Robert smiled at you. “I’ve seen some of your work as well. I’m always very impressed.”

“Are you?” You squeaked.

“I am.” Robert chuckled. “You’re very talented. I hope we get to work together someday.”

“I’m surprised you two haven’t met before.” Graham cut in. “Y/n, Rob was in a movie with your boyfriend, wasn’t he?”

“With my what?” You asked as you stared starstuck at Robert.

“Your boyfriend.” Graham repeated as the audience laughed. “Tom Holland?”

“Right.” You laughed awkwardly as you continued to stare at Robert. “Him.”

“Yeah, we were in a movie together a few years ago.” Robert answered. “And we’re going to start filming another one soon. It’s called the Devil All The Time.”

“Right.” You remembered. “He told me about it. I was so jealous that he’s getting to work with you for a second time.”

“I’m sure you and I will share the screen one day. Playing lovers, perhaps.” Robert joked as he nudged you.

“Perhaps.” You squeaked.

“We’re gonna cut to commercial.” Graham announced. “More with Robert Pattinson and Y/n L/n after the break.”

After the interview, you ran back to your dressing room with a huge smile. You had not stopped smiling since Robert had walked out on stage. You walked into your dressing room and saw Tom sitting on your couch, making you let out a squeal.

“Ahh! Did you see me?” You gushed. “Did you see me with Edward?”

“Edward?” He chuckled as he hugged you. “You mean Robert Pattinson?”

“Yeah. Him.” You clapped your hands. “He shook my hand and kissed my cheek. I almost passed out. I’m in love with him.”

“I didn’t realize you were such a big fan.” Tom laughed awkwardly as you danced around the room.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve been in love with that man for over ten years now. I’m never washing my hand again.” You held out the hand he shook. “Or my face. God, he’s so beautiful.”

“Yeah. I’ve seen him.” Toms smile slowly faded. “We worked together, you know.”

“I know. You’re so lucky.” You sighed. “Did you hear him saw he wanted us to play lovers in a movie? Can you imagine if that actually happens?”

“No.” Tom said flatly. Before you could notice his indifference, someone knocked at your soon.

“Op. Someones at the door.” You said as you twisted the handle. You opened the door to reveal Robert leaning against your doorframe, knocking the air out of your chest.

“Hello again.” Robert smiled at you.

“Rob!” You stammered in surprise. “Hi.”

“Nice to see you again, Tom.” Robert said as he looked behind you. “How you been, mate?”

“I’ve been good. You?” Tom asked as he stood beside you. He wrapped a protective arm around your shoulders, not liking how fond you were of his former costar.

“Can’t complain.” Robert shrugged. “I’m excited to start filming though. I’ve been working on the accent but I’m not sure I’ve gotten it yet.”

“I’m sure you’ll do great.” You told him. “You’ve done great accents before.”

“Thank you.” He winked at you. “You should come to visit us once we start filming. I’d love to see you again.”

“Of course.” You nodded repeatedly. “I’ll be there.”

“Great.” Robert grinned. “I’ll let you guys get back to it. Bye.”

“Bye.” You enthusiastically waved to him.

“Oh, and Y/n?” Robert said before walking away.

“Yes?” You asked hopefully.

“Close your windows.” He joked, calling back to your story from before. You felt your face heat up and gave him an embarrassed smile before nodding.

“I will.” You told him. Robert firmly squeezed your shoulder before walking away. As soon as you shut the door, you let out a scream and jumped up and down.

“Did you hear that?” You asked Tom. “We have an inside joke. Edward Cullen and I have an inside joke.”

“You do know his name is Rob, right?” Tom said, less than amused. “Not Edward.”

“He’s Edward to me.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “I’ve never been this close to getting a vampire boyfriend. Ah, I’m so happy.”

“You already have a boyfriend.” Tom reminded you as he slumped on your couch. First he had to watch you and Robert fawn over each other on Graham’s couch, and now you wouldn’t stop talking about him. Tom was more than jealous at this point and it was starting to get to him.

“I know.” You chuckled as you sat beside Tom and laid your head on his shoulder. “And I love you. Even if you’re not a vampire.”

“Wow. Even if?” He chuckled sarcastically as he wrapped an arm around you. You leaned up to kiss him, making him feel better. You may be a fan of Robert, but Tom was the one you were kissing.

As promised, Tom brought you with him to the set of The Devil All The Time. He left you in his trailer early in the morning when he left to film, but you were nowhere to be found by the time he returned at the end of the day. Tom pouted when he found his trailer empty and went for a walk around the set to try and find you. When you didn’t turn up in any of the places he checked, he returned to his trailer in defeat.

“Darling?” Tom asked as he walked into his trailer. “Are you in here?”

“Where the hell you been, loca?” You asked as you threw your arms around Tom.

“What?” Tom laughed as he hugged you back, just happy to have found you.

“It was a Twilight reference.” You explained before kissing him hello. “I’ve been trying so hard not to make them around Edward all day.”

“You’ve been with Rob all day?” Tom pulled away, his mood dropping quickly.

“Uh huh.” You nodded in excitement. “I was helping him run lines in his trailer. Can you believe he asked me to help him?”

“Good for you.” Tom grumbled as he flopped down on his couch.

“What’s wrong?” You asked when you noticed Toms tone.

“Do you have feelings for this guy or something?” Tom asked. “Cause it’s starting to seem like you’d rather be with Rob.”

“What?” You laughed. “Tommy, don’t be silly. Of course I don’t have feelings for Rob.”

“Really?” Tom raised an eyebrow. “Because you’ve spent all days running lines with him instead of me, your boyfriend. When he’s around, he’s all you talk about Y/n. And I remember you saying you were in love with him multiple times.”

“I’m not in love with him, silly.” You insisted as you took a seat on his lap. “I’m in love with Edward Cullen. He was my comfort character growing up. I didn’t have a lot of friends in school, so I read books. Sometimes, it was nice to pretend a gorgeous vampire was willing to risk the Volturi to be with you.”

“The what?” Tom asked.

“It’s like the Vampire Supreme Court.” You replied.

“The what?” Tom repeated.

“Oh, right. British.” You remembered. “They’re just the most powerful vampire coven, okay? They make all the rules. You’d know them if you saw them. It’s Charlie Seen and that bitch from Cat in the Hat.”

“What does this have to do you liking Rob?” Tom whined.

“Right, sorry.” You waved your hand in dismissal. “I don’t have feelings for Rob. I don’t even know him. I’m just projecting the character I loved growing up onto the actor who played him. You’re telling me you didn’t geek out the first time you met RDJ?”

“I did.” Tom admitted.

“Exactly. He was your childhood hero and Edward was mine. That’s all this is.” You smiled and patted his cheek. “Nothing to worry about, Tommy.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.” Tom pouted and rubbed your back. “I shouldn’t have accused you of anything.”

“It’s okay. I can see why you got a little jealous. I have been talking about him a lot.” You admitted. “But I promise you, when I look at him, all I see is Edward. Just straight up baseball uniforms and spider monkies.”

“What the hell goes on in those movies?” Tom mumbled under his breath.

“Well, the last two are pretty much an abortion debate.” You began. “But they’re also about Bella being willing to die for that vampire dick.”

“In a vampire movie?” Tom wondered.

“Yeah. But the first one is a baseball movie.” You told him.

“What the fuck?” He whispered.

“You’d understand it if you saw them.” You shrugged.

“I don’t think I would.” He said skeptically.

“I also don’t think you would.” You realized. “But you’d finally understand why I call you my “monkey man” sometimes.”

“That’s a Twilight reference?” He gasped.

“Yeah. A lot of things I say are Twilight references.” You chuckled.

“Well if my darling loves them that much, I might have to give them a chance.” Tom smiled as he leaned in to kiss him.

“Mmm.” You hummed against his lips. “You wanna watch 10 hours of Twilight with me?”

“Absolutely not.” Tom laughed against your mouth. He slowly laid you down on the couch as he hovered on top of you, never break the kiss. The kiss got more heated as you gripped his shirt while his hands slid down to your pants. As his hangs found your zipper, you realized something terrifying.

“Oh no.” You gulped.

“Whats wrong?” Tom wondered as he pulled away.

“Um...” you gulped and looked down at your lap. “You’re not gonna want to do that.”

“Why?” Tom raised an eyebrow, eyes darting down to your zipper skeptically.

“Daya sent me underwear a while ago.” You began. “Um, special underwear.”

“Did she?” Tom smirked as he tugged the zipper down.

“Not that kind of special.” You quickly moved his hand. “It um, it has a slogan on it.”

“Okay?” Tom said slowly.

“You’re not gonna like it.” You told him, only making his curiosity grow. Tom looked at you curiously before tugging your pants down. You covered your face with your hands as he gasped in horror.

“Team Edward?” He yelled. “Your underwear says Team Edward?”

“It was all I had!” You protested as you tugged your pants back up.

“You’re telling me you happened to be wearing these the day you come to visit Rob on set?” Tom pointed an accusing finger at you.

“What are you implying?” You asked as you swatted his hand away. Tom ran his hands through his hair and gave it a stressful tug. He didn’t want to take his insecurity out on you, but the underwear had crossed a line.

“Did you think something was gonna happen between you guys?” He mumbled without looking at you.

“What?” You laughed in shock. “Do you seriously think I woke up this morning and thought “hm, might fuck Robert Pattinson today. Let me make sure I put on my underwear that references a character of his from ten years ago!””

“I don’t know!” He whined. “I can’t believe you’re wearing those.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it.” You laughed as he stormed out of the room. “Tommy, come back.”

“Why are you laughing?” He pouted, face still red from jealousy.

“Because you’re upset over my underwear.” You tried to hold back your laughter. “You know, you could solve this problem by taking them off.”

“No.” He stamped his foot. “You don’t want me. You want you Edgar Curtain and his killer vampire penis.”

“It’s Edward Cullen.” You corrected. “And yes, I do want that.”

“Oh my God.” Tom rubbed his face, making you laugh again.

“Edward would never treat me this way.” You teased. “He would have sex with me and then get scared that he hurt me so he just plays chess with me the rest of our honeymoon.”

“Would he now?” Tom seethed.

“Tommy, please calm down.” You chuckled as you cupped his face. “It’s just an unfortunate coincidence that I was wearing these. I promise, you don’t have anything to worry about. You’re the only one I want.”

“Really?” He asked skeptically as you stroked his cheek with your thumb.

“What can I say?” You smirked. “I’m Team Tom.”

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Weird

Prompt 9: Hands on a baby bump

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (no pronouns used for reader.)

Warnings: Pregnancy

Requested by: @doctorsteeb

“I should be home in time for your doctor’s appointment. I’ll drive straight to the house from the air strip so we can ride together.” Your husband’s voice is matter of fact. It’s a plan. But Spencer, better than anyone, should know that plans don’t always work out. And with his job, more often than not, plans go out the window.

“Spencer. You should know better than to make plans at this point. Every time we make one they get interrupted. Watch some huge storm blow in and keep you grounded for a week now.”

He laughs, “Sweetheart, I’m a man of science. You know I don’t believe in that.”

“You don’t have to believe in it. I’m just saying, more often than not it happens. Remember when you were going to meet my parents for the first time? You told me in no uncertain terms that you would be there and be early. You laid out the route you were going to take, what you were going to wear, and when you would arrive. And then a serial killer struck in Montana and you didn’t meet my parents for another six months.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“I’ve got at least six more examples.”

He sighs and you laugh. Your hand smoothes over your twenty-one week baby bump. You and Spencer hadn’t planned on kids so soon. Your little bundle of joy was a surprise. But the two of you had been ecstatic at the idea of a little baby that was half you and half him.

So far, he’d made it to each of your doctor’s appointments. It was a point of pride for him. But you also knew he was nervous about being a dad. He’d never had a solid father figure in his life and that made him worried about parenthood.

You’re just about to reassure him, when you feel it. The little oof that comes out is automatic. You go quiet and wait a second, and sure enough you feel it again.

You hear Spencer call your name and tune back in, “I’m here.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah . . . The baby kicked.”

“WHAT?”

You move your hand to where it last happened, and sure enough you feel it on your palm. You’d been feeling flutters for a few weeks now. “I can feel actual kicks. Like on the outside. This is so cool.”

“I . . . I can’t believe I missed it!”

“Well, from what I hear, it’ll keep happening through the rest of the pregnancy.”

“But this was the first time!”

“Spence.”

“I could probably catch an earlier flight home. If I go commercial.”

“Don’t you dare. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You’re in the middle of breakfast the next day, when the front door suddenly bursts open. You watch as your husband stomps in, gently closing the door, and tossing his bags to the side. You go ahead and spoon another bite of cereal into your mouth, waiting to see what happens next. He smiles the moment he sees you and makes a beeline over to you.

“Welcome home.”

He presses a kiss to your lips before dropping to the floor. His hand immediately go to your belly. You bite back a laugh. “Spencer, what are you doing?”

“Waiting for a kick. I felt Henry kick once. It was fairly creepy. I want to see if it’s still creepy.”

That wasn’t the answer you had been expecting. You continue munching on your cereal. Nothing happens, and by the time you’re finished you find Spencer glaring at your belly.

“The baby is doing this on purpose.”

“The baby is tiny and not moving all that much. The kicks come very sporadically.”

“Any certain area.”

You sigh and reposition his hands on your bump where you’ve felt the most kicks. He keeps them there as you take your dishes to the sink, and as you brush your teeth. He’s forced to remove them when you get dressed, but the moment you’re done his hands return. Then the two of you sit on the couch until it’s time to go. Your husband stay hyper focused on your belly and the baby, while you read a magazine.

You’re five minutes away from having to leave when it finally happens. The kick connects with Spencer’s palm. You watch his eyes go wide. You smile, “Is it still weird?”

His lips purse, “Incredibly weird. But it's a good weird. A we made a person weird.” You can only laugh at that.

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handsomelyhiddleston · 3 years

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Smitten - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader

Filming sex scenes wasn’t the easiest task. There are weird nude undergarments or socks or tape or sometimes just a nude co-star…With Tom, though? There were nerves and feelings and a deep down hope that he couldn’t tell that you were incredibly turned on as he mimed fucking you twelve ways to Sunday.

“Cut! That’s a wrap on today. Great work guys!” the director called.

Tom collapsed onto your chest, laughing as the tension left his body. “These never get easier.”

“I don’t know” you teased, playing with his hair as everyone left the set so you two could leave the bed with some of your dignity. “It’s a lot easier with you.”

Tom held himself up on his elbows. “Don’t tell me your past romantic co-stars have been less than gentlemanly.”

“Not all of them.” You shrugged. Being a ‘larger than the Hollywood standard’ actress had put you in some…not very flattering roles in the start of your career. Sure, now you were the romantic lead with a conventionally attractive male actor, but lets just say you’ve dealt with a lot to get here.

“Well, I hope you know you deserved better.” Tom kissed the back of one of your hands, rolling off of you.

“Coming from you, I may actually believe it.” You laughed, gathering the sheet around you as you left the bed, grabbed your robe, and started walking towards your trailer.

The two of you filmed the movie…Where you’d usually fall asleep in one of your two trailers watching other movies…

The two of you attended interviews…Where Tom would almost always defer to you and even stuck up for you when a few interviewers were borderline sexist or would comment on your appearance…

The two of you even walked a few red carpets together…Tom’s hand always placed at your middle or on your hip or in one of your hands...

He invited you out to eat with him before or after any shindig the two of you went to…

He’d walk you to your hotel rooms with kisses left on your cheeks…

He’d even tried to convince you to spend the week before the premiere in London with him…

In your mind, Tom was just too nice. He was nice to everybody. It all seemed very friendly…Until…

You hadn’t been watching the interviews as they’d been posted. Some interviews you did together with Tom and others you’d been split up and put with other actors from the movie.

Your phone pinged…

*best friend* - HAVE YOU SEEN TOM ON FALLON?!?

Before you could reply, your phone started blowing up.

You scrolled through the texts until you saw Tom’s

Tom – Darling, I hope you know how much you mean to me. Regardless of what your answer is, I’d never want to lose your friendship. It’s not every day you get to work with one so incredibly kind and thoughtful and talented and beautiful and…every moment I’ve spent with you has been a privilege. Please put me out of my misery and let me know you’ll at least let me see you again.

“What the fuck?” you asked yourself, opening your laptop and googling “Tom Hiddleston and Jimmy Fallon”

You saw that the Fallon YouTube channel had just posted Tom’s segment of tonight’s episode…

“How are you doing, buddy?” Fallon asked, pulling Tom into a tight hug.

“I’m doing incredibly well at the moment, actually.” Tom answered, sharing that the movie you two had filmed together had done extremely well on its opening weekend just a few days earlier.

“I know! It was amazing. I’ve seen it twice!” Fallon replied, always enthusiastic.

“I’m so glad you liked it. Y/n is incredible, right?” Tom turned to the audience, loving that they cheered when he brought you up.

“Oh my god, you two are so good together. I kind of thought maybe you two were…you know…” Fallon waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Tom threw his head back laughing, fidgeting with his tie and avoiding looking into the audience.

“Come on, you can’t tell me you two don’t have SOME sort of real chemistry. I saw the movie.” Fallon gave Tom a look like *Don’t lie*

“Well, perhaps we’re just incredible actors and you’re simply complimenting our craft.” Tom shrugged, trying to look anywhere but at Jimmy.

“Well, yes. The acting in the movie is amazing, but I don’t think that accounts for this.” Jimmy turned and pointed to the screen. It was a series of clips pulled from Tom’s interviews where all he did was gush about you.

“I missed being home, but it’s hard for anyone to stay upset when they’re around Y/n. She just lifts the mood in any room she’s in. You could say she makes anywhere feel a bit like home.” Tom had answered when a woman asked him if it was hard being on site away from home for 5 months.

When another interviewer asked Tom what his favorite line in the movie was, he answered, quoting one of your lines. “When she delivered it for the first time, it kind of took my breath away. I felt very unprofessional. I had to apologize and ask to start over. I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to say next. She tends to have that effect on me.” Tom laughed, a slight blush on his cheeks.

The final clip was one of an interviewer simply asking Tom how his day had gone. “I feel all out of sorts, if I’m being honest. Y/n isn’t here today because she woke up not feeling the best and with Covid still being an issue, she didn’t want to risk getting anyone else sick.” Tom answered with a sad smile on his face. When the interviewer shared that they hoped you would be okay and feel better soon, Tom answered with “I’ll make sure to pass on your sentiments when I bring her food later on.”

“COME ON!” Fallon laughed, throwing his arms up.

“I know, I know. I’m not very good at hiding how I feel, I guess.” Tom admitted, leaning back against the couch and laying his arm across the top. The crowd went wild.

“So, you admit it! Are you two together?!” Fallon asked, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Unfortunately, not.” Tom answered, ducking his head as his cheeks flushed.

“Why?!” Jimmy asked. “You’re clearly smitten!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault!” Tom rebutted, looking to the audience for support. “I’ve tried!”

“Aww, now I feel bad for bringing it up.” Fallon chuckled and looked at the audience as they collectively ‘aww’ed. “How could anyone turn down this?!” He gestured towards Tom as the audience cheered.

“Well, if I’m to be completely honest I guess I haven’t actually TOLD her how I feel.” Tom confessed.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Jimmy paused.

“Well, I thought she’d catch on. I assume she has.” Tom laughed, fidgeting in his seat. “I’m pretty sure everyone else that knows the two of us can tell I’ve fallen completely head over heels for her.”

“Tom, Tom, Tom.” Jimmy shook his head.

“What?” Tom asked, nervous about what the answer would be.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but I think you may just be horrible at flirting.” Fallon said with a straight face, the audience busting up laughing after.

“Do you think?” Tom replied, eyes gone wide in exaggerated surprise.

“I mean, I think you’re just so nice.” Jimmy laughed, trying to stay serious…“that everyone thinks you’re flirting with them…Which means, when you’re trying to flirt it just blends in.”

“Well, how would you suggest I stand out then?” Tom asked, putting his elbow on his knee and leaning his chin on his fist like he was really paying attention.

“I mean…” Fallon slowly pointed towards the camera. “You gotta shoot your shot, right?”

The audience went wild at the suggestion. “Oh, dear.”

“I can scrap this and we can just talk about the movie.” Jimmy offered, making sure Tom knew that none of this had to go on the air.

“I mean, if it’s truly that obvious to everyone what have I got to lose, right?” Tom answered.

“That’s what we like to hear!” Jimmy cheered with the audience.

“Well…Y/n.” Tom paused, a soft smile on his face. “I don’t quite know where to start. I feel as though I may have been remiss by not just telling you how I feel. The consequence of such is that now I’m doing it in front of all of these people *gestures to the audience*…and I’m sure you’re laughing at how red I’ve gone and how flustered I am so I’m going to get to the point. Darling, you’re an incredible woman. I could list a million reasons why, but hopefully later you’ll give me the time to tell you them in person. What I really want to tell you now is that you make me happy. You inspire me. You make me want to be the best version of myself and you even make me believe I can achieve it. I’d be honored if you’d give me a chance.”

Fallon had tears in his eyes and most of the audience did, as well. “I…That was so beautiful. I think we need to go to a commercial break.” He was all choked up and stood to give Tom a hug.

You pulled up Tom’s text, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Are you still in New York?” you text him. The two of you were there for interviews. You were even staying in the same hotel.

“I am.” He text back, but the ‘typing’ bubble stayed. “Did you watch it?”

“I did.” You answered. “Come over?”

You saw the ‘typing’ bubble pop up and then disappear a few times. Instead of a text, you heard a knock at your hotel door.

“So?” Tom asked when you opened the door. He looked nervous, a look you didn’t often see from him. He had his glasses on and his hair was an adorable mess. He was even already dressed in his night clothes.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you stepped forward and placed your hands on each side of his face, pulling his lips gently to yours. He quickly reciprocated, his hands finding your hips as he walked you backwards into your hotel room.

“And to think, I could have been doing that for a whole year already.” You teased him, connecting your lips again.

“Don’t worry, my sweet.” Tom answered, pressing kisses across your cheek and down your neck. His lips paused at the shell of your ear and his voice dropped. “It just means we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

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becomingbts · 3 years

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Time heals (sometimes) - 1

Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights and the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she believed to be broken.

Pairings: Y/N x OT7

GENRE: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series.

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Warnings: The series is going to be heavy with a lot of personal experiences mixed into the fiction, so this is going to be kind of therapeutic for me. Please, consider not reading the series if you are not comfortable with: abandonment issues, anxiety, panic attacks, depression, self-harm (not descriptive and only part of MC’s past), suicide thoughts (in the past), toxic behavior, toxic and abusive relationship (in the past), depreciating self-talk and low self-esteem, a lot of curse, physical and mental pain, near death experience situation (in the past), and maybe smut scenes (happy ending though, but it will probably be quite the ride).

NOTE: So hello everyone, welcome to Time Heals (sometimes). Thank you so, so much for the warm welcoming, it has been my first time getting so many asks, I was honestly overjoyed. I still don’t really know what to call this part; is it a teaser? A note? A full chapter? I believe we’ll get some snapshot of memories like this one throughout the series because there is going to be a lot to unpack on both sides. I think it will be a chapter nevertheless because I have to establish some kind of order as to which parts should be read first, and I think this one is extremely important.

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Her scream pierced through the air while cries broke in the frenzied arena while a single blond-haired man froze, emptily staring at the stage. It felt like his senses heightened; his skin was shuddering, his eyes were frantically searching for one specific figure while his voice was lost in his throat. The screams resonating in the stadium would have been too loud for his voice to be heard anyway.

Jimin knew he shouldn’t be there.

Namjoon had told them more than once that none of them should try to go to one of (Y/N)’s events. It could be dangerous and they could be overwhelmed; anything could happen to them and they would still remain a nobody who fainted in the howling crowd. Would they want to take this risk? No.

So, Jimin would have had to admit that going to her very first concert in Seoul since the pandemic sounded like a very, very, very bad idea. And to be honest, it still didn’t seem to be a bright idea now that he was actually there.

But he still went because he needed to see her for himself; to see how she was. He had so many things he dreamed about asking her. Are you okay? Are you sleeping well? Did you eat before coming to the arena? Are you nervous? Do you... remember me?

Maybe he was torturing himself. He kept on watching her lives, following her on all social media, always made sure to leave a sweet comment, and never miss any of her new updates... Maybe he even had a folder of pictures of her on his phone but he’d never admit it to any of his mates. Taehyung would probably take his phone away from him and delete everything and Jimin couldn’t let that happen.

He felt like it was cheating. Don’t take him wrong though. When he thought that, he was not really thinking about the boys. They did collectively agree not to follow her activities as an artist but it was getting harder and harder with how popular she got anyway. Moon was everywhere. In commercials, on the radio, her songs were on the TV… Even if she was known for refusing most of the promotional contracts that were offered to her, her image was still constantly in the media despite her avoidance of it. Ironic, but the media were trying their best to find anything about her, be it positive or negative. One day she was seen on her bike, the next, she was in a coffee shop, and it kept on going on, overstepping on her privacy as if it was just a meaningless word.

The lockdown had admittedly played a major part in Jimin’s obsession. Being in their apartment meant quickly running out of activities, and his job as a dance teacher was not really filling his free time (a lot of his classes were also canceled). It was also during that time that (Y/N) truly blew up as an independent artist. Advertisement on YouTube started being around her channel and her music, the recommendations he kept on seeing were about also her… Jimin’s resolve honestly broke easily. It was hard not to be curious about his lost soulmate even though he didn’t feel like he had the right to be hurting.

Anyway, to come back to his main point, if Jimin felt like he was cheating; it was mostly for her. After all, (Y/N) had no means of letting the curiosity get the best of her, to know what they were doing; to simply see or contact them. He had, at first, not really thought about that. Watching her content seemed a very innocent thing to do in his opinion; billions of people were watching her content, why should he prevent himself from doing so? Yet, Jimin could still remember one of her live she did soon after that interview she had given on this damned radio show where she had revealed who her title track ‘TIME’ was about… She had gone live the next day-Jimin had jumped on his phone because of the notification-and one fan had asked her what would she do if she knew that her ‘ex-soulmates’ (and those words left a very sour taste in Jimin’s mind) were watching her. The question had silenced a previously restless Jimin, replacing his initial excitation with dread while a lump formed itself in his throat. He had not even noticed it; he was so focused on her live and her upcoming answer that Jimin had completely missed the sound of a glass breaking in the apartment. Jimin had been home alone, so even if had indeed heard it, he probably wouldn’t have bothered to check what had happened, thinking that the wind knocked it over or something. Jimin had been so absorbed by what he had been watching that he even got surprised a few hours later when Seokjin came home and yelled at him for breaking something when he had been clearly innocent, engrossed in (Y/N)’s live (not that he could tell his soulmates about that part, but yeah). (Y/N)’s live would always be more important than some random glass breaking again in their apartment. Every object was doomed with Namjoon living here anyway.

On her side of the screen though, (Y/N) had seemed taken aback as she had read the question and had gritted her teeth gently. She had seemed to be pondering about her answer even though a lot of people in her chat were telling her to forget about the question if it made her uncomfortable (a lot were even scolding the person who asked). Yet, sighing softly, she had looked up at the screen:

“I’d appreciate it if you could refrain from asking questions on this topic. It’s not taboo but I’d rather not remember everything that comes with it. However, to answer this-hopefully-last question about it, I’d ask them to turn off my stream and to stop watching any of my content. It would only be fair after all. I’ve been denied access to their lives six years ago, why would they get a free pass into mine now?” She had not smiled nor had she seemed hurt by her own comment, yet Jimin’s heart had shattered in pieces, unable to press the cancel button.

Her voice had slowly faded into background noise while her words had been stuck in his head.

I’d ask them to turn off my stream and to stop watching any of my content.

How could Jimin ever do that? He realized that he truly should. Namjoon would even agree with you, as ironic as it sounded for Jimin. Namjoon had been one of the most adamant ones about rejecting your bond, after all. Jimin was shaking with bitterness while ‘Moon’ continued her stream peacefully with music. Jimin could only try to gulp his anger down as he remembered her crumbling features on that fateful day.

“You’re not our soulmates. This name on our arms means nothing to us. You are nothing to us if not a hindrance. Leave us alone.”

If Jimin could go back in time, he’d prevent Taehyung from spatting those words at her. Yet, he couldn’t do anything. Playing the scene over and over in his mind wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t change that she probably hated them. It wouldn’t change the song she made about them.

And worst of all, it wouldn’t change the fact that Jimin had let himself believe that their choice had been for the best, trying to console and reassure himself, even if he had already known that it was wrong. Tears were pooling up in his eyes even if none escaped as he finally caught a glimpse of her on the stage. Suddenly brought back to reality after his subconscious memory trip, Jimin finally connected back to the world, looking around while he was still frozen on his spot. People were still screaming around him and he wondered if he looked like an intruder. Because, after all, wasn’t that what he exactly was? She said it herself that she didn’t wish for them to watch her; so what was he doing here?

Jimin couldn’t help but stare; she looked ethereal, dressed like a queen in the middle of a sold-out arena. People were screaming her name as she yelled her infamous ‘hi people’. It was an opening sentence that Jimin heard way too many times in her vlogs and suddenly hearing it in real life seemed surreal.

Jimin could only watch in awe, entranced with her everything.

Screw the boys and what they would think once he’d be back from her concert.

He had been the one to find her six years ago anyway. He had been the one to bring her to their home six years ago, hoping for the boys to change their mind once they’d meet her.

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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 years

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Learn to Fly

CW: Self-loathing, some internalized victim-blaming, references to parental death and grief, VERY vague reference to past noncon once or twice

Note: I made a decision to switch a little of the timeline around, so Laken and Chris’s breakup at this point happens after the original conversations about the Speak Out Arc start happening but before the Olympics themselves. I’m folding this bit into the larger Speak Out Arc.

Follows Time Apart and It Doesn’t Work As Well As You’d Hoped

He curls up on the couch in the coffeeshop, sipping something warm he barely tastes. It might have coffee in it - he feels a little drowsy, and that usually happens when there’s just a little caffeine.

Maybe that’s just because he hasn’t slept since Jake was hurt, not really. And he’s slept even less since... since he and Laken broke up.

Outside, there's unseasonable heavy rain. The clouds are low and heavy, a deep gunmetal gray that blocks out the light and has the streetlights on at 9:30 in the morning. The raindrops seem less to fall than to slam into the ground with terrible violence.

The baristas talk in low voices about how grateful they are for the rain, burying the wildfires outside the city in a deluge the heat can’t overcome. Chris likes the rain, too, if only because it reflects the inside of him, suggests that the world can tell he is a storm within himself and reflects it to him.

He takes another sip.

He hasn’t showered in three days. His hair is dulled with it, like a penny left too long in the dirt. He’s dressed himself like he used to, back before when he was still learning he was a person and not a pet - in one of Jake’s hooded sweatshirts over his compression shirt, so oversized on him it’s nearly a tunic, and a pair of mesh basketball shorts. His knees still look knobby, he thinks.

He can see the ghosts of the bruises there that used to never quite heal before his Sir sent him to his knees and made new ones to lay over them. He can see a couple of scars, some from training when the baton would crack into the backs of his legs and send him dropping like a stone, some from gymnastics, some from just being a kid.

Chris’s eyes lower, to look at his own hands holding his coffee cup. He put star stickers on his nails last night, and a few of them have already peeled off. Those that remain glitter, just a little.

Something about the sight of it - the memory of when he put star stickers on Laken’s cheekbones at a concert until they sparkled under the starlight, laughing, a blur of bright eyes and dark hair - makes his throat nearly close, sends a new rush of tears to burn hot behind his eyes.

He has to close them to hold them back.

“You’ve had a hard time of late, have you, then?”

The voice is a rumble, cracked with decades of cigarettes and too much liquor, but Chris remembers it, anyway. At least, he remembers it now.

He turns to look up at the old man, in his shirt and slacks, a bit bent with age. There’s a merry twinkle in his slightly rheumy eyes, though, that shows that a young man is still there, under an old man’s experiences. There’s a slight smile on his face, warm and welcoming.

Chris swallows, struggling to find the words. They flit away from him, he has to chase them down, but eventually he manages to clear his throat and says, “I, I, um. I know you. You, you, you knew my dad.”

“I did, at that. Worked with him for years.” The old man settles onto the other end of the couch, giving Chris plenty of space, a nice wide berth for safety. “What’s got you looking like a television commercial for depression, hm, Tristan?”

No one calls him that.

Chris feels his heart twist, a little.

By the time they saw the meteor, Tris, it was already too late for anything but a blink or two. When it touched down into land, it was so big the end of it was still in space. Can you imagine anything so big? Can you?

No, Dad.

The earthquakes alone would have been immense thousands of miles away. Imagine, you’re eating leaves, living your life, and you see a shadow - and then in an instant, the world is shaking and you’re breathing glass. How does life go on after that?

I, I, I don’t know, um, um... how how does it?

It just does. That’s what’s amazing, Tris. It just goes on.

“Nothing. I, I, I broke up with my, my partner is all.”

“Hm, that nice young person who comes with you to the shops?” The old man nods, slowly. He’s got his own cup of coffee, plain black, steaming gently into the air-conditioning. Outside, the rain creates a curtain that walls them off from everything else. Chris can’t even see all the way across the street. He can barely see a woman with an umbrella racing from her car into the nail salon place off to the side.

“Yeah, them. I’m, um. It wasn’t anything they they they did.”

It’s something I did.

It’s something I am.

It’s something I’ll never stop being.

“Well, breakups do happen now and again. Usually the one who does the leaving isn’t the one who does the moping about and staring at rain, though.”

“I didn’t want to.” Chris sits back, keeping his coffee cup in one hand. The other drops to his stomach, to tap, soothing his nerves at being so close to a man he knows and doesn’t-know. His memories are there, fuzzy and hazy from being overwritten by fear and pain, but they’re there. He knows this man, Mr. Malley, who would watch him sometimes when his parents went out, or when his father needed to stop by work.

The memories are there, but they still hurt.

His head starts to throb, a pulsing pain behind his temples.

“I didn’t-... I, I love them, I d-didn’t want to.”

“Well, now, that’s a conundrum, isn’t it? Are you moving, then, Tristan?”

It hurts to hear his name, but it hurts in a way that feels good. He was that person, too, before he was Chris. He hums, low under his breath. “No. I, I, I just… you know, um, I’m just. I’m… hard. Difficult. To, to, to, to be with, to, um, to-... there’s a bunch wrong with-... with me.”

“You sound like your dad.” Mr. Malley laughs, a deep chuckle that rumbles more in his chest than out of his throat. “You know that? You sound just like him.”

Chris ignores the pain in his head and he turns, now, to look fully at Mr. Malley, blinking rapidly. “My, my, my dad?”

“Yep. Paul was a good man, and a good dad, but before he was that he was a scared boy with a baby on the way and a plan that might not work.” Mr. Malley sighs. “A scared boy who’d always had it a little rough, trying to make the world work for him when it did nothing but work against him. You were always his spitting image. He’d probably be tickled to see you still are.”

There is a sense, in Chris’s mind, of a blurry man with short red hair, sitting near him but not quite touching him, speaking with animation about how there are dinosaurs that lived closer to human beings than they did to other dinosaurs.

He remembers a man whose eyes sparkled with animated focus when he talked about the world millions of years ago, who loved him by sharing the information he held within his own mind.

He and his dad had understood each other, in ways that no one else did but his mother, and Chris was beginning to see that it had been her determination to know him that had fueled his mother’s actions, her endless support. The same way Jake and Nat were determined, and stubborn, and kept trying even when they got it wrong.

Everyone gets it wrong sometimes, but that doesn’t… that doesn’t mean they aren’t trying.

Maybe he got it wrong.

“He never broke up with your mom, but oh, he thought about it. You know, when he came to work with us, he had a plan. But plans… they have a way of going off the road and into a ditch. He worried he couldn’t make it work, he worried that it would be too hard for Ronnie to be with him and have a child, too.”

Ronnie.

Chris’s throat closes up, and he closes his eyes.

All right, Tris, I got you these so the noise won’t bother you so much. We’re going to have a good day at the parade, okay?

“Her family never liked him, for one. That’s a rough spot to be in, I think.” Mr. Malley is quiet for a moment, sipping his coffee and watching the rain fall. “Ronnie didn’t see it that way, of course. That woman was a freight train and God help anyone who got in the way. My late wife, God rest her soul, helped Ronnie with some things when her own family wouldn’t. She’d come over big as a house, eyes sparkling. You were a kicker, she used to say, kept her up all hours of the night. Just a girl, still, your mom, but she had a steel spine and she wasn’t going to live any life but the one she wanted. But your dad… he worried, that it would be too hard on her.”

“Having, um, having me would?”

“No. Having him. Paul was a smart man, you know. He knew his job would be trouble. He gave her chance after chance to go, if she wanted. But that’s the thing, isn’t it? She didn’t.”

Chris looks at his phone, lying on the little table in front of the couch. There’s some text messages he hasn’t looked at. Couple of voicemails he hasn’t listened to.

“Maybe he, he, he didn’t want to keep hurting her,” Chris whispers.

“Hurt’s a part of living, lad, take it from someone who’s given out his fair share of it and more.” Mr. Malley hums. Outside, a car pulls up, almost bumping the curb. “Perhaps you’re meant to separate from your young partner, Tristan, perhaps not. It’s like I told your dad, way back in the Stone Age. You choose if you love someone, to be sure, but they choose if they love you back. You can’t decide that for them.”

“But, but I’m-... but, but I’ve been… what I am, it’s-”

“I know what you’ve been made to do,” Mr. Malley says gently. “You don’t have to explain, lad. We knew.”

Chris’s lips tremble. He doesn’t want his coffee any longer. He sets it down next to his phone, on the little table. The baristas talk quietly about a date that one went on the night before, there’s a low sound of machinery. It all filters into Chris’s mind, a cacophony of sound he picks apart or doesn’t. Right now it’s hard for him to think around all the sound, but he tries. “Then, then, then why… if you knew, um, why… didn’t you-”

He can’t finish the question.

Why didn’t you save me from it?

“We couldn’t. It’s shite, is what it is, but we couldn’t. And by the time we could, you were with that nice young man who you live with now. I’m sorry for the time you lost, Tristan, and sorrier still I can’t give it back to you somehow. You’re your dad’s child through and through, but you’ve got your mother in you, too. You know what Ronnie did when there was something she couldn’t get through?”

Chris turns to look at this man, who knew his mother and father in ways he never could have. He swallows. “What?”

“She went over it. Or around it. Or blew it to smithereens and went through the wreckage. Whatever it took. They tried to kick you out of school when you were a wean, she fought them ‘til they realized they’d never win against her. They tried to tell her you wouldn’t read, she told them to go, well, to go sit on a thing or two and not to tell her what her boy could or couldn’t do.”

Chris thinks of Nat sitting next to him on the floor, patiently encouraging him to keep trying to turn the letters into words, despite his headaches, his tears, his certainty he’d never get reading back.

You will, Chris. I know you will. Just keep fighting for it. They won’t take anything from you forever, I won’t let them and you won’t let them either.

Don’t let them keep you from yourself.

“They told her she’d never have a happy life, having a wee one so young, but she built that happy life anyway with her own two hands and dared anyone to try and knock it down.”

“Someone… some, someone did, though.” The gunshots, his mother’s eyes going dull and blank, her whispered I love you so much, Tris…

“Sure. Yes.” Mr. Malley’s expression goes serious, and sad. “But it took breaking into her house at midnight and bullets to stop her. You’ve got plenty of your mom in you, lad. Plenty of your dad, too, he was always a stubborn git himself. Do you love this person you’ve broken up with? Hm?”

“Yes.” The answer comes without hesitation, even though his voice shakes and his heart races. “I, I, I do. That’s, that’s why I don’t want to-to keep hurting them by, by, by by being messed up from what, um, from what happened to me, I don’t… I don’t want to keep h-hurting them-”

“Let them decide how they feel about that,” Mr. Malley says, voice gentle and low. “Plenty of people are hurt and find their way forward together after.”

Jake and Kauri, laughing in the kitchen as Jake spins Kauri around in a circle, dips him backwards, presses a kiss to his nose that has him giggling.

Antoni at the stove, sighing but with a smile on his face, watching them. Being pulled into the hug not quite against his will, all three of them laughing then. Kauri bright and sparkling, Jake a deeper harmony, Antoni soft and genuine.

“Maybe it won’t last, maybe it will - but don’t let a hard past keep you from the people who love you. I’ve seen many ruined by believing you may only be loved if you’ve no pain inside you. We’ve all got pain, lad. Carrying it together’s a sight easier than trying to go it alone.”

From the car parked right outside, an elderly man unfolds himself, opening an umbrella to shield from the driving rain. Mr. Malley looks up and smiles. “Ah, right on time, must be ten sharp. That’ll be Cilly. D’you remember Cilly, lad?”

Chris looks as the man shuffles his way inside, pushing open the door. The little bell over the top jingles and the baristas cut off their conversation, standing up straight to call out a familiar greeting to a regular customer.

He squints.

“Not… not very well,” He confesses, a little ashamed.

“Ah, well, that’s not a problem. He and I’ve known each other a long time. I was an angry man for a while after my wife died, you know. Seemed a crime that I should outlive her, when Christa deserved to live to a hundred and six if she so wished. Cilly helped me carry that anger when I needed to be angry, and he helped me put it down later on.”

He gives a wave to the man - to Cilly - who looks at Chris and then back to Mr. Malley with clear surprise, then heads towards the counter to make his own order.

“Be angry, Tristan,” Mr. Malley says, a little heavily, leaning over to him on the leg as he pushes himself, with a grunt of effort to his feet. “You may need your anger, in the days ahead. But if you’ve a love to help you carry it, who wants to help you carry it and who will be angry right there with you, and you love them back… well… don’t let the wickedness of others keep you from the happiness you could have. You’ll be a poorer person for it.”

Mr. Malley walks away without another word, leaving Chris by himself again on the couch, tapping at his stomach, thinking. He keeps looking at his phone, thinking about all the texts he hasn’t read, the way he’s refused to call them back when Laken kept trying to reach him.

He leans over to reach out.

He stops, hand hovering just above the plastic with its colorful case, the sensory sticker on the back of it that Laken had bought him.

What happened after all the dinosaurs died, Tristan?

I, I, I don’t know, Dad.

Trick question, buddy. They didn’t. Paul’s eyes, bright and vibrant, gesturing to a bird in a tree nearby. Nothing stays the same and lives forever except alligators and sharks.

Right because, because they’re perfect.

Exactly. Dinosaurs died, sure, but they didn’t die, too. They just changed to suit the world after the one they knew how to live in was gone. Imagine, Tris.

Imagine what?

Imagine the world destroyed and in darkness, buried in ash. Everything you know is gone, ruined, wrecked beyond repair. And imagine… imagine that you learn to eat seeds and little mice instead of big animals and leaves. Imagine you become smaller and smaller. Imagine that your arms turn to wings, that your bones hollow out to carry you higher above the piles of ash that turn to grass and to life again.

What? I, I, I don’t, um, I don’t understand-... Dad, um, I don’t, I don’t... know what you mean.

Right, sorry. Just... imagine you’re a dinosaur.

He’d laughed. Okay.

Now imagine your dinosaur family is gone, and you have to become something else. What do you become? Being a dinosaur means dying, right?

Um. Right.

So imagine that you look at death and say, no thanks. No, you’re not going to be over. This isn’t it for you. Even a meteor the size of the entire sky can’t end you. Instead of dying out, no, you look at history, at geological time, and you say…

Paul had trailed off.

Say what? What, what do I say?

Don’t tell your mom but-... you look at the end of the world and you say... fuck this, I’m going to learn to fly.

Chris picks up his phone, finds Laken’s name and photo in his contacts. It’s a photo of the two of them together, Chris and Laken smiling and laughing as he smears whipped cream on their nose and they smear a cross of fluffy white into his forehead.

He dials.

They pick up on the third ring.

“Chris? Oh my God, Chris, are you okay? Are you-... are you okay, baby?” Their voice shakes, and he closes his eyes.

This time, he lets the tears slip out and run down his face. “H-Hey, Laken, um, I, I, I-... I’m… I wondered if you, um, if you could, uh… are you busy?”

“Am I-... Chris, where are you?”

“The, um, the coffeeshop-”

“I’m on my way. Don’t you dare fucking move.”

At their usual table, at their usual time, Cilly and Sean Malley start to talk amicably about the week ahead. But he keeps an eye on Paul’s boy, where he speaks a few sentences and then hangs up the phone, looking out the window at the rain.

It’s twenty minutes before a new car pulls up outside, and umbrella-less, the partner Sean has seen with Tristan before comes racing inside, a blur of black clothes and black hair and brown skin. Paul’s boy stands, and his partner throws themself at him so hard the two of them fall backwards onto the couch.

They start laughing, and shortly after to cry.

Their hands come up to either side of Tristan’s face, and they lean forward to kiss the scar on his forehead. He can’t hear what they say to each other, but he doesn’t need to.

Ronnie, he thinks, would like this spitfire person that Paul’s boy is so in love with.

That’s one wrong put right, at least for the moment.

One more to go.

Sean smiles and sips his cooling coffee.

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iovnyu · 3 years

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content: boyfriend! jake lets you see the beauty he sees in you (female reader)

disclaimer: body insecurity, weight, binge eating, body shaming (?)

a/n: hello!! this was requested by anon but i realized anon requested the opposite of what i wrote but i already finished it before i noticed! please know that this can be really triggering for some so if i do happen to be to aggressive/over the top, let me know and i’ll take it down! i didn’t know how to end it so i just left it as it is .... remember to look at the request guide here before you ask for one !!

it was normal to hear comments and jokes about your body from your family. you get it. you grew up knowing your body wasn’t the standard for your culture let alone for the rest of society. you spent an unhealthy amount of time searching on the internet, trying to find workouts and food plans to have that perfect body. flat stomach, defined jawline, and skinny legs that doesn’t flood the chair when you sit down.

it hurts. it hurts knowing that your family have been brainwashed into thinking that skinny is pretty and belly fat is ugly. it’s sad how that mindset was forced onto you ever since you were a kid. by all means, you loved your family and you would do anything for them. but, whenever the topic of food or buffets is brought up -- the first thing that comes out of their mouths is, “be careful around y/n!!” over the years, you learn to just smile and laugh -- hiding your emotions until you are by yourself.

but today, everything seemed to be going wrong. you didn’t know why out of all days, today was worst, you couldn’t put on your favorite pair of shorts so you settled with skinny jeans that showed how big your legs were. maybe it was because of your period that you started to become more self conscious of how you looked in your clothes.

but, that didn’t matter as you were at the boys’ dorms, sitting on the couch with jake right next to you. he was scrolling through the channels on the TV while you laid on his lap, absentmindedly staring at the screen while you ate some lemon chips out of the bag. it wasn’t until he stopped on a channel that had a commercial for the weight lost journey of those who went on a healthy diet with a company.

you stared at the bag in your hand and how it only had a few chips left in the bag. “maybe i should do one of those.” you said out loud, scared how jake would react. would he agree? would he laugh?

“what?” jake said, adjusting his position and sitting upright. “what do you mean by one of those?” you lifted yourself off his lap and looked at him. he had an unreadable expression but you saw how his eyes looked hurt.

“a diet. what else?” you shrugged your shoulders and broke eye contact, staring at everything else but jake.

“why would you do that?” jake didn’t understand why you think that stressing yourself out about what to eat would benefit in any way. “food is good for your body, why would you want to cut it out?”

you stared at him in disbelief. “are you kidding me? how is this --” you waved the empty chip bag in the air, “good for me? i ate this whole thing just sitting here. i literally eat any substance that is in front of me, jake. i hardly agree that this is something my body wants.” you said getting up and throwing away the bag into the trash can.

jake followed you from the couch and stood at the doorway, he knows that you hated when someone would stand behind you. “you don’t need a diet y/n! you are beautiful just the way you are.”

you whipped around, “you don’t get it jake! how do you not see that i need to lose weight? my thighs practically fill a whole seat.”

“y/n you don’t need to lose weight, why are you saying these things?” jake said, walking up to you, seeing that your eyes were glossy and tired. “y/n you are perfect no matter what.”

“jake, i don’t think i am good enough for you. you deserve a woman who is eye-catching and looks good in anything she wears. i don’t want you to go through a difficult time when you are with me.” you said, looking into his eyes. both yours and his were red from the tears falling down your faces. he shook his head, grabbing your hand and leading you into the restroom where a full-body mirror stood facing both of your figures.

“do you see her?” jake said, staring at you through the mirror, wiping your tears. you stared at your body’s reflection, going over every insecurity. he held your chin up so you made eye contact with yourself, “she is one of the most beautiful person i have ever laid eyes on. and it just so happens that i have her in my arms right now.” he smiled at you through his teary eyes. you smiled back and held onto his hand that was on your waist.

“i love every single part of her. like how her eyes light up when she sees an furry animal or when she still looks amazingly beautiful after a long day. she might think that she doesn’t deserve anything but, the reality is -- the world doesn’t deserve her. and i don’t know how i can help you see that, but i will be sure to do everything i can to show you.” jake turned you to face him.

“and i don’t want you to let people bring yourself down, your worth much more than what they say y/n.”

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doctorstethoscope · 3 years

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Fighting Crime || A. Hotchner & Reader

Back at it again with another one shot for @ssahotchswife ‘s soft Hotch Saturday! No smut this week sorry folks.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, canon-typical mentions of kidnapping/violence, pregnancy, suggestive content

Word count: 1.7k

You finished your paperwork first, which wasn’t unusual. Gathering up your files, you trekked up the steps and knocked twice on the door to Aaron’s office before letting yourself in.

“This is done,” you said, extending the folder towards him. “And luckily for you, I left out the logs of what exactly occurred in my hotel room between the hours of 12:38AM and--”

“Trust me, my memory is plenty fresh on that.” He smirked up at you.

“JJ and Penelope have called for a celebration of our heroism at the bar tonight,” you informed Aaron, who peeked over your shoulder at the clock hanging on his office wall. It was 4pm. “We can have a couple drinks and still get Jack for dinner. It’ll be good to have some non-work related adult time.” You told him,

“I think that if you refer to the log of what happened in your hotel room at 12:38AM, you’ll find my preferred non work related adult---”

“Aaron!” You cut him off with a laugh, and your smile seemed to relieve some of the tension in his jaw.

“You go ahead,” he tells you. “I’ll see what I can do here. Either way, I’ll come pick you up and we can get Jack together.”

“Okay boss,” you smiled, leaving his office to go check on Spencer, who usually finished around the same time as you.

“I’m going to be a little while longer,” he sighs. “Why don’t you go to the bar and grab our booth?” He suggested, and you took his advice.

It had been a long case, but a successful one-- the unsub confessed, and none of the hostages were hurt, so it was one worth celebrating for sure. You walked over to the team’s normal spot, enjoying the warmth of the DC sun on your face. Jimmy, the bartender, spots you as soon as you make your way into the bar.

“Hey, princess!” He calls out to you with a smile.

“Hi Jimmy,” you greet him as you slide into a barstool

“What are you doing here all by yourself?” He asks as he slides you your usual-- a vodka tonic with lime.

“I’m just getting a headstart. The rest of the team will be here soon, so I’m going to grab our booth before it gets crowded.” You explain to him.

“Okay doll, I’ll be by to check on you in a little bit.”

True to his word, Jimmy swung by with another vodka tonic about fifteen minutes later, and JJ walked in shortly afterwards.

“Damn, you beat boy genius!” You congratulated her.

“I know, it has to be a new personal best,” she agrees with a laugh as Jimmy reappears, placing two shots on the table for you both.

“Cheers to a successful case” you smiled, extending your shot glass in her direction. She bit her lip.

“Oh, I’m not drinking tonight, actually,” she tells you.

“You’re pregnant!” You exclaimed, downing your shot.

“How did you know?” She asked, laughing as she passes you her shot.

“Well, I didn’t, but it was a good guess.”

“I’m not really ready to tell the whole team yet.” She tells you shyly, and you’re quick to reassure her.

“Of course, Jayje. They won’t hear it from me.”

“Thank you. Now take that, because they’re coming and they need to think I drank it.” She says, gesturing to her shot. You downed it quickly before the rest of the team could make it to the table.

“Ladies, ladies, you started without me?” Derek grinned as he slid into the booth next to JJ.

You were pleasantly surprised to see Aaron slip in next to you. You took his hand and squeezed it in your own before kissing the back of it. “I thought for sure you’d be holed up in your office to avoid this,” you confessed.

“Yeah, well, my girlfriend is a cute drunk,” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek and taking advantage of the proximity to whisper, “and I caught you drinking for two.”

You and Aaron were coming up on a year of dating, and had told the team a few months back. There was a novelty to being a couple in front of the people you loved most, somehow even more exciting than the sneaking around them, that hadn’t worn off yet. Aaron wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you put a hand on his thigh as Spencer and Emily went to get another round of drinks.

“No one knows yet,” You whispered back to Aaron, but you knew he would keep JJ’s secret. He was good like that.

You attempt to keep up with the flow of conversation, but between the cocktails and the shots, you’re beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol, particularly on your empty stomach. Emily and Spencer return and pass you another vodka tonic, and you make a silent determination to nurse this one more slowly. You tilt your chin up towards Aaron, who is listening to Penelope tell Spencer about the new frozen yogurt place that opened up by her apartment.

“You okay?” He asked, lowly, so no one else would hear.

“Yeah,” you smiled back up at him.

“You’re drunk.” He states, chuckling at you.

“Noooo,” you argued, drunkenly. Luckily, Derek saves you from yourself.

“Hotchner, you can’t monopolize her just because she’s your girl now. We all remember who took care of her when she first got here.” He teases Aaron, and you laugh. It was true. Aaron had been hard on you at the beginning, but Morgan took you under his wing. He took good care of you. “Come on pretty thing, we’re dancing.” Derek extends his hand towards you, and you see Emily and Penelope waiting for you as well.

You sat up, untangling yourself from Aaron before giving him a quick peck, grabbing your drink, and practically racing the three of them to the dance floor. It felt like college, in all the best ways. The job was so stressful, and you didn’t let yourself get away from it nearly enough. Throwing your arms up in the air with Emily, letting Morgan catch you when you stumbled, and laughing with Garcia as she brought you another shot of who-knows-what, it felt like the Friday night after you turned in a term paper. Total bliss, fuck the consequences.

“Guys, we have a case. It’s urgent, and it’s bad.” JJ came to pull you all off of the dance floor.

Well, so much for fuck the consequences. You put a hand on Morgan’s wrist, a silent sign for him to support you-- you weren’t even sure if you could make it back to the office without stumbling. He placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you out of the bar, where the team was waiting in the street. You reached for Aaron and linked your arm with his. Even with his support, you stumbled at the brisk pace and the uneven ground of the cobblestones downtown.

“You can’t work like this,” he said once you were back in the elevator at Quantico. He wasn’t judging you or being mean-- but as both your supervisor and your boyfriend, he was concerned. “Maybe Jess can swing by and take you home, you can read Jack his bedtime story and sleep some of this off--” He said, as you all stepped out of the elevator and back into the office.

“Noo, Aaron!” You whined. “I want to fight crime!” You protested, pouting. If there was any doubt that you were drunk before, it was gone now. You heard Emily stifle a laugh from somewhere behind you.

“Hotch, you’re going to send her home just to have her take a nap to sober up and then meet us out there? That doesn’t make any sense,” Morgan argues, but there’s no bite behind it.

“Yeah, plus you need me to help you fight crime,” You add helpfully as Aaron directed you to your desk and all but placed you in your chair.

“It’s a four hour flight. She can sleep on the plane,” JJ suggests as she brings you a cup of coffee, which you sip on gratefully.

You could tell, even in your drunken state, that Aaron was torn, and you felt bad. As your supervisor, he knew he should send you home. As your boyfriend, he would certainly feel better if you were nearby, not to mention the fact that leaving you here meant you’d have to fly commercial to Montana the next morning, not on the safety of the team’s jet. He took a deep breath before making a determination.

“You are going to eat something now, when we brief, and then you are going to sleep on the plane. You will not go into the field or to the crime scene until I say so. You will go straight to the police precinct, talk to no one, and start on the geographic profile with Reid. Is that clear?”

“Yes sir,” you squeaked out, and the team erupted in giggles.

“Good girl,” he whispered for only you to hear.

45 minutes later, you had all but inhaled the fast food that Reid had brought you, and you were following Aaron out to the jet. You were the first ones on, and Aaron led you over to the couch, foregoing his normal spot for one where you’d be more comfortable sleeping. He pulled your favorite throw blanket out of your go-bag and covered you up, your head in his lap and your legs splayed out over the other end of the couch,

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, and he pushed a stray piece of hair out of your face.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he tells you. “You didn’t know we would be called on another case.”

“I know. That didn’t make it any easier on you, though.”

“You shouldn’t worry about me so much,” he’s quick to correct you.

“Says the man who’s letting me sleep my drunkenness off on an FBI jet so that he doesn’t have to let me out of his sight,” you teased him.

“Well, you wanted to fight crime so badly. How could I say no?” He smiled down at you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Get some sleep.”

#soft Hotch Saturday #aaron hotchner #hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #hotch x reader fic #hotch x you #hotch x y/n #criminal minds #criminal minds fic

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bijoharvelle · 3 years

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Father's Day has been...hard.

Claire can remember being younger, being, like, ten and her mom taking her to the corner drugstore to buy a Hallmark card for her dad. For Jimmy. She would dutifully write a personal note into the blank space -- something about how she loved him and would forever, how she was thankful for how he raised her.

And then an angel walked into her father and walked away.

After that, things were so fucked up, Claire hardly even noticed Father's Days passing. One time, she was slipping a candy bar into her pocket at a gas station and happened to see, through the fuzz of a bad reception, what was clearly a commercial for Father's Day. At that time, though, she was still something sharp and acidic so she just snorted out a laugh and walked off.

Now --

Well.

It's not any easier, really. Because her father is still gone. There's still that hole there. Having new and different and good doesn't heal the fact that she lost her Dad. Jimmy wasn't perfect, sure, but he was good. He tried. He brushed her hair when she was little and he sang her Beach Boys in the car on the way to soccer practice. He took her to soccer practice.

She misses him, so much sometimes that it feels like her chest might crack open. She's not usually enough of a sap for things like commercials to get to her but this one has a dark-haired dad and a little blonde daughter and they're dancing how she and Jimmy used to dance: her up on Jimmy's feet, arms flung out wide with hands laced together.

She almost doesn't pick up when the phone rings but then she does. "What?"

"I -- " His voice is still gravel and razor-wire and that's one saving grace. He might be wearing her dad's face, still, but at least he doesn't sound like him. "I'm sorry. I could feel -- You were praying."

"No, I wasn't." Her words are harsh but she can't regret it because it's to hide the fact that she's crying.

"Right. I'm sorry. I felt -- Anyway. I'm sorry to bother you, then. I was just worried."

There's a pause of dead air, the two of them just breathing. And then Claire says, "Wait." Which was unnecessary, because he was clearly gonna wait for her to hang-up first but. "Wait. Maybe-- Whatever. What are you doing?"

Another stretch of silence. Then: "Dean was in the middle of showing me...a movie. I left to call you."

Something that's almost a smile finds its way onto Claire's face. "Oh yeah? I guess you weren't too impressed with his taste in movies, huh?"

A sigh rustles static across the connection and then Castiel says, sounding the most put-out she's ever heard him, "There are always cowboys."

Claire laughs at that, honest to god laughs, and it's a little watery but it's good. It almost fucking hurts, but it's good. "When we hang-up, I'm gonna send you a song to play for Dean, okay?" The chorus for Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly Fond of Each Other is already rolling through her head and she would give anything to see the shades of red Dean'll turn at that.

"All right, Claire."

His tone is a little lilting, dragging, like he's expecting a goodbye.

"But. But not yet. Okay. Tell me-- I dunno. You're good? I mean, I guess you're good, if you're watching movies with Dean."

"Yes," Castiel says. "Yes, I'm good. How are you, Claire?"

She looks around her. She had been watching some dumb teen drama on Hulu when the commercial popped up. Alex is across the room, on her bed, headphones on and eyes trained on whatever game she's dungeon-crawling her way through. Downstairs, Claire can hear Jody and Donna laughing together, if she listens hard enough. Across the hall, Patience and Kaia's room is quiet, which means those two nerds are probably reading some geek novel or lore book Sam sent them, or something. And Claire --

"Yeah, I'm okay," she says, softly, like she means it. "I was thinking of you, actually." It's a confession, an admission.

"Were you?"

"Well. About Jimmy. I--" Her breathing hitches and she thinks Castiel is holding his. "Could I tell you about him?" She doesn't know why she says it, hadn't meant to. But it's out there and she can't take it back. And it's stupid, because Castiel was possessing the bastard for, what, a year? More? He probably knows her dad better and in more ways than she ever could

But: "I'd like that, Claire. Very much."

So she settles down further into her bed and starts talking.

#blacked out and wrote this because i love my dad so much it hurts my head #chayya writes #spnclownpals #claire novak #dadstiel #castiel #spn fanfic

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