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nahoney22 · 10 months
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The Right Guy***
Crosshair X F!Reader X Tech
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With two guys fawning over you, you’re left in the difficult position of picking the right one for you. But, something tells you that you always knew who.
warnings: NSFW so 18+ only. Female reader, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, mutual pining. Mentions of jealousy, brother rivalry, love triangle trope (no clonecest), Tech is rejected, slight bitterness, embarrassing moment, fluff but angst, swearing, aftercare, not proofread. This is primarily a Crosshair centred fic.
authors note: request for my incredible friend @raevulsix - love u so much and everything you do. Enjoy. ♥️
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Never in a million lifetimes would you fathom the notion of two people fighting for your affections. Yet, as you inadvertently eavesdropped on Crosshair and Tech engaging in a heated exchange one night within the cockpit of the Marauder, you realised the gravity of the predicament rather quickly.
Initially, a glimmer of satisfaction twinkled within you. It was almost as if you were exalted, relishing the fact that two men who were more or less polar opposites were locked in a contentious rivalry over you.
However, that moment of self-smugness swiftly vanished, replaced by a profound sense of dread as you comprehended the complete unintended consequences of your actions. To the best of your knowledge, you had not deliberately misled anyone. You had maintained a civil and friendly demeanor towards all the Batchers, but evidently, certain emotional attachments had formed with two of them.
Rather than revealing yourself upon hearing their argument, you stealthily retreated to your bunk, resolute in addressing the situation in the morning. However, the dawn couldn't arrive quick enough. You lay awake, restlessly tossing and turning for hours on end, fixating your gaze upon Crosshair's adjacent bunk and Tech's elevated one directly above yours.
“This is so stupid.” You grumbled to yourself in a huff, not meaning to speak aloud which is why you let out a small shriek when a voice replied.
“And what would that be?” You sat up abruptly, narrowly missing hitting your head off the bunk above and stare over at Echo’s form at the end of your bed.
“Crap, sorry Echo. Did I wake you?”
“Nah,” he shakes his head dismissively, “dumb and dumber however…” his voice trailed off, hinting that he was well aware of the cause behind your restless state.
You sank back into your bedding, rubbing your hands wearily over your face. "Echo, I honestly had no idea any of this would happen," you lamented, frustration seeping through your voice.
Echo chuckled lightly as he settled himself at the end of your bed. "It ain't your fault. Those two have had their sights set on you for quite some time."
A warmth spread within you at his words. "Really?" you couldn't help but inquire, finding no reason for Echo to lie to you.
Despite the tumultuous nature of two brothers currently turning against each other in the cockpit, again comes a self-centered thought as part of you couldn't help but revel in the fact that one of them, in particular, held feelings for you.
He had captured your attention from the very beginning, but you knew it was best to remain silent about your attraction. After all, you were simply stationed as their medic, and forming attachments was frowned upon and of course, complicated. However, there was something undeniably magnetic about him.
"Yes, really," Echo affirmed, drawing you out of your thoughts. Both of you trained your eyes on the cockpit door as it suddenly hissed open, revealing Crosshair stealthily making his way to the opposite end of the ship. Before disappearing from sight, he cast you a - dare you say - meaningful glance. You exhaled deeply, relieved that he hadn't overheard your conversation. Turning back to Echo, you posed the question that weighed heavily on your mind, "What should I do?"
Echo appeared equally perplexed, finding himself at a loss for an answer. While he had witnessed the occasional squabble over girls during his time with the 501st, this situation seemed to transcend just mere disagreements over a girl at 79’s.
"I don't know," he admitted, a hint of uncertainty coloring his words. "Perhaps you should talk to both of them. Express your feelings about the situation and make it clear that you want no part in their rivalry."
Observing a flicker of apprehension in your eyes, Echo's own widened slightly. "Unless... Do you feel differently?"
Preferring not to disclose which of the two had captured your feelings, lest rumors being spread, you thanked Echo for the chat. Settling back into your bedding, you willed your weary body to succumb to sleep, hoping that dreams would offer respite from this mess.
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As the morning arrived, you awoke to Hunter gently shaking your shoulder, urging you to prepare for the upcoming mission. However, all movement ceased as the familiar sounds of another altercation erupted from the cockpit.
Furrowing your brow, you composed yourself and secured your hair tightly in place before cautiously approaching the scene.
"I'm simply stating that she would be better off accompanying me on this mission. I'll require her assistance,"
“Oh yeah? And why is that, Tech?” Crosshair snarled at his brother, who remained engrossed in his datapad, visibly annoyed by his younger sibling's persistent questioning and obvious jealousy.
"There are numerous tasks for which she is highly capable. Sending her with you to scout the area is a futile strategy and a waste of her abilities," Tech replied matter-of-factly. Both of them were aware of your presence, yet neither bothered to turn and acknowledge you.
You sidled up beside Wrecker, whispering up to him, "What's happening?" His response came in the form of a chuckle.
"They're fighting over ya."
Shifting uncomfortably, you observed the ongoing bickering about who should be your partner. "Again?" you muttered to yourself more than to Wrecker.
Eventually, you reached your limit and stepped in between the warring brothers. "Can you two please speak to me as if I'm actually here?" you asserted, your gaze shifting between them. Their mouths snapped shut as you glared at each of them with equal intensity. "And to answer your questions, I'll be partnering with Hunter," you huffed and walked away before either of them could utter a word.
"Nice one," Crosshair grumbled to his goggled brother, who merely sighed and shook his head.
"I believe she's irritated with both of us. It also hasn't escaped my notice that she overheard our argument last night as she was going to bed," Tech mumbled, adjusting his goggles on his nose before ensuring he had all the necessary equipment before the departure.
Crosshairs frown remained etched on his face as he watched you storm off, accompanied by the rest of the team. His heart pounded in his chest, a foreign sensation that revealed his nerves—a feeling he was unfamiliar with. He understood that the odds of winning your affection were slim, especially with Tech as his rival. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if you wanted nothing to do with either of them.
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"You want to talk about it?" Hunter's voice broke through your thoughts as you scouted ahead together, lost in your own world. His words resonated, not requiring his enhanced senses to detect the tension in the air.
"There's not much to say," you grunted, pushing through some bushes. "Other than the fact that things are incredibly awkward for me."
Hunter chuckled, parting some foliage and helping you through. "Why don't you just tell both of them that you're not interested? Simple."
If only it were that easy.
Hunter swiftly picked up on your sudden silence.
He stopped and looked at you, unscrewing the canteen attached to his hip and passing it to you. "Unless you feel differently?"
"Funny," you replied, mouthing him a quick thanks as you took a drink. "Echo said the same thing."
"So, you have feelings for them?" Hunter's surprise was evident, yet not entirely unexpected. "Don't you think it's best to tell Crosshair and Tech that?”
You sighed, "Of course I like both of them," you rolled your eyes, aware that the time had come to address your true feelings. "But... I like Crosshair more, okay?"
Hunter's reaction was a mix of surprise and understanding. "Why don’t you let him know?”
“But what about Tech? How do I tell him I prefer his brother?” You groaned, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on you, more stressful than the war itself.
Hunter hums thoughtfully, attaching his canteen back to his hip as you both proceeded ahead, “Tech would not take it to heart. He may be a little bitter but not as much as Crosshair would be.”
"Somehow that doesn't make me feel any better," you muttered miserably.
As you both crouched down, surveying the settlement you were tasked to infiltrate, it became clear that it was too early to approach without detection. Deciding to wait it out until nightfall, Hunter informed the rest of the team via comms to exercise the plan.
"So," Hunter began, getting comfortable on the ground and removing his helmet, placing it aside. "Why Crosshair?"
Blushing, you found it difficult to put your feelings into words. You shrugged nonchalantly. "Are you really asking me this?"
“Yeah,” he smirks, “it’s kind of interesting that out of any of us, you settle on the one who doesn’t really speak.”
You chuckled and nodded, understanding his point. "He's just... different. In a good way," you said simply, not wanting to delve into the depth of your emotions and explain why you believed he was the most remarkable person you knew.
“Sure he doesn’t talk much and he’s a stubborn git, but I just like him, y'know? He’s always been nice to me and I just feel a type of way around him.”
“I’m aware,” Hunter replies coyly which only adds a heat to your blush. Of course he knew. He probably heard the way your heart rattled against your rib cage when Crosshair walks on by.
You're tugging at the grass on the ground, almost like a small child when she’s feeling bashful about her feelings. "And he's quite attractive," you whispered quietly, more to yourself than to Hunter, but he heard and stifled a laugh.
"I'm sure he'd love to hear that," Hunter chuckled, playing with his knife idly during the wait.
"What, and boost his ego? I don't think so," you replied, joining in the laughter. However, your amusement quickly faded when a snapped twig caught your attention. Mortification washed over you as you looked up to find none other than the subject of your conversation leaning confidently against a tree.
"You can't boost my ego about something I already know," Crosshair smirked from behind his helmet, his voice modulated, further unsettling your already unsteady heartbeat.
Hunter looks between the two of you, his frown deepening as he scolds his comrade, "And why aren't you at your post?"
Crosshair pushes himself off the tree and strides toward you, standing in front of you and causing you to tilt your head up to meet his gaze. He then crouches down, intensifying the intimacy of the moment. "Well, Sarge, I would've stayed if I hadn't overheard a certain someone confess their feelings for me."
Your brows furrow, attempting to suppress the sinking feeling of being overheard. "How did you hear?" Hunter inquiries on your behalf, relieving you from the need to find words that seem to escape you.
Crosshair nods towards his wrist, directing your gaze to his device. Horror washes over you as your eyes widen. "Hunter! You left your comm on?" You slap at his wrist, disconnecting the transmission, and feel a sense of despair at the turn of events. If Crosshair heard, then... Oh no. Tech.
"So, you have feelings for me?" His helmet hissed as he removed it, while Hunter discreetly walked off, leaving you two alone to have a brief conversation and is likely hitting his head against the tree at his stupid mistake.
You fidget with your fingers, feeling a mix of nervousness. "I really didn't want you to find out this way... I'm sorry."
He chuckles, a dark and captivating sound that sets your heart ablaze. Must he be so enchanting while you're in the midst of embarrassment? "Do you not think I feel the same about how you found out about me liking you? Arguing with Tech?"
"I suppose not," you respond, averting your gaze, finding his intense stare too much to handle. But then his hand gently brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
"I suppose it doesn't matter anymore. We don't need to hide it," he whispers, his face now just inches away from yours.
Your eyes flutter closed instinctively, embracing his closeness and the warmth of his minty breath. "No," you sigh shakily, filled with eagerness at the prospect of Crosshair possibly, finally, kissing you, "I suppose we don't."
He inches even closer, his nose grazing against yours as his breath intertwines with yours. His composure remains steady, displaying his calmness amidst your own trembling knees. Thank goodness you're seated.
His lips ghost over yours, but suddenly, a pang of realization hits you. "Wait, no." You pull back, meeting his concerned gaze.
"What's wrong?" he asks, a tinge of nervousness evident in his expression at your sudden rejection.
"I... I should really talk to Tech first. I owe him that much," you explain, grappling with the weight of your decision. It doesn't feel right to fully embrace Crosshair when another man is vying for your affections. You want to handle this situation with honesty and fairness. "I need to talk to Tech before moving forward."
Crosshair observes you and absorbs your words. "You know, that's one of the many things I like about you, kitten," he compliments, his finger gently grazing your chin. "Always so selfless."
You mentally moan at his touch, the subtle gesture melting your resolve. However, you know you must focus on speaking with Tech and hope that he doesn't resent you. It doesn't feel right to leap into a relationship with Crosshair while another man's emotions are still at stake. "Thank you," you rasp, watching as he stands and readjusts his helmet on his head.
"When you're ready, you know where to find me, princess.”
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"Tech, can I talk to you?" you ask, trying to gauge his reaction. He doesn't immediately look up, engrossed in his work. It's hard to tell whether he's avoiding eye contact with you or simply immersed in the task at hand.
"Is this in regard to what was said over the transmission?" he replies, still not lifting his head to meet your gaze. Your stomach swirls in guilt as there was a mix of disappointment in his tone. Though, there was also a heavy sign of acceptance too.
You’re somewhat relieved to find that Tech is willing to have a conversation with you, despite the tension that had hung in the air between all of you since the awkward revelation. He remains focused on his task under the control panel as you approach him.
"Yeah, listen, I'm sorry that you found out this way. I wanted to tell you to your face, but-"
"There is no need for the apology," he interrupts, finally sitting up and wiping his hands against his legs. He looks up at you, holding a spanner in his hand. "I am not entitled to receive an apology when it is I who should be saying sorry."
You tilt your head in confusion. "What for?"
He starts twirling the tool around in his hand, speaking calmly. "Well, Crosshair and I arguing about our feelings for you is not how I would have wanted you to find out about my own unexplainable feelings for you. Although you prefer Crosshair, and I fail to understand why he has captured your affections more,” he trails off with a subtle eye roll but notices the look on your face.
“I... I am simply happy if you are happy. I won't be distant from you, aside from keeping my feelings in check. You are still, and always will be, my friend."
You decide not to delve into the reasons why you like Crosshair, as Tech is already aware of them. Instead, you express your gratitude. "I appreciate your kindness and understanding. You're a good man, Tech."
He responds with a touch of modesty, twirling the spanner in his hand. "That is subjective, depending on the person... but thank you nonetheless. I hope Crosshair treats you the way you deserve to be treated." A small hint of a smile graces his face, and thankfully, you detect no signs of hatred or bitterness, aside from his genuine confusion about your preference for Crosshair.
You stay and chat for a while, engaging in casual small talk that eases the tension between you. It feels good to have a normal conversation with Tech, reaffirming the friendship that underlies everything. As for Crosshair, you held back for a while.
Just because you cleared the air with Tech doesn't mean you’re comfortable enough to jump into Crosshairs arms straight away. So with a few flirtatious gazes between the two of you, it isn’t until a week or two (you can never tell when you’re away doing missions) when the two of you get a chance to talk. Alone.
The Marauder is quiet, the others having left to do something or other when you decide to stay behind. It had been a hectic few days and even though there was still a small amount of tension left between Crosshair and Tech, overall it was better than before.
As you sat on the steps of the Marauder, gazing up at the scattered stars, a familiar noise caught your attention. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw Crosshair emerging from the distance, his talon frame unmistakable. The thrill of knowing he had come back just to see you coursed through your veins, but a hint of uncertainty lingered in your mind, wondering if there was something more serious driving his return.
"You're back early," you commented, your voice steady as you tried to maintain a cool demeanor.
"Problem?" he replied, stopping at the foot of the steps, a playful smirk gracing his features as he towered over you once again.
"Not at all," you smirked back, though you couldn't help but hold your arms over your chest, attempting to conceal the unsteady rhythm of your heartbeat. "But why are you back?"
His gaze locked onto yours, studying you intently as he slid his rifle off his shoulder, letting it thud onto the floor. With a toothpick hanging between his teeth, he plucked it out and held it between his fingers. "I had to see you."
You gulped, feeling your shyness overwhelm you as his presence grew closer. "Oh yeah?" you managed to say, your voice betraying your nerves.
Crosshair chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes as he sensed the mix of excitement and nervousness radiating from you. Flicking the toothpick to the ground, he slowly leaned in, causing you to slide back against the steps as his hands landed on either side of you. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the intensity of your connection.
"Yeah," he whispered, his voice laced with desire and a touch of vulnerability.
Your heart races as Crosshair leans closer, his presence overwhelming and intoxicating. The space between you feels charged with anticipation, and you find yourself becoming acutely aware of every breath and every beat of your heart.
You maintain eye contact with him, a mixture of curiosity and desire in your gaze. The tension between you both is insane, and you can't help but feel a surge of excitement deep within you. After all, you felt like you had been waiting for this moment forever.
His voice, deep and velvety, sends shivers down your spine as he continues, his words laced with a hint of playfulness. "I couldn't resist the thought of seeing you again."
A faint smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you feel your own nervousness dissipating, replaced by a growing sense of comfort in his presence. "Well, I can't say I'm disappointed to see you either."
Crosshair’s hands, strong and steady, remain planted on either side of you, creating a tantalizing closeness that makes your heart flutter. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, his own breath mingling with yours.
As the air crackles with unspoken desire, you gather the courage to speak. "What really brought you back, Crosshair? Is everything alright?"
His smirk widens, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Everything's fine, darling. I just couldn't stay away any longer."
The electricity in the air is palpable as he leans in closer, his lips dangerously close to yours. His pet names he gives you make you weak and excited. Your breath hitches in anticipation, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within you.
But instead of closing the gap, Crosshair surprises you by pausing, his gaze filled with a newfound tenderness. "Do you still want to wait a while?”
You melt at his words, despite his intense demeanour he is effortlessly so soft and courteous of you. You reach up, gently placing a hand on his cheek, your touch warm against his stubbled skin. "I don’t think I can wait any longer. I can’t get you out of my mind."
He leans into your touch, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt or hesitation. Finding none, he lets out a breath he seemed to be holding and closes the remaining distance between you, capturing your lips.
His kiss is soft and chaste, pulling back to see your dazed eyes. “Kitten, do you truly want me?”
“Yes,” you breathe, leaning up to kiss him, “I want you. I need you.”
He kisses back with urgency, your fingers tangled in the short tuffs of his silver locks. The steps you're leaning on are uncomfortable but you didn’t care as long as it was him you were kissing on them. He positions himself between your legs, knee pressing accidentally to your core that emits a soft moan from you.
He smiles against the plumpness of your now slightly bruised lips, “Did that feel good?”
“Uh-huh,” you sigh, not at all embarrassed at obvious signs of your arousal.
He leans down, kissing the softness of your neck as his hands find your waist. “Have you ever been touched down there?” His words are raspy and sent shivers down your spine.
“Not for a while,” you admit, breathless. “You can touch me...”
Crosshair is slick, his hand coming down between both of your legs as he gently cups your pussy through your pants and groans in satisfaction at how he can feel how aroused you got so easily. “You’re dripping already, aren’t you? You’ve been wanting me for the last two weeks haven’t you?”
You cracked a short laugh, “try the last few months.”
Something snaps in Crosshair at your words because in a second your pants are being ripped from your body and tossed caressly onto the ground. He pulls away from the trail of kisses he was planting along your neck and down your body. He lowers himself on the steps and you shudder at the cool night air fanning against your exposed body.
Slowly, he hooks a finger in your panties and pulls them to the side. The look on his face is no better way described than enamored. “Oh kitten, you’ve got a very pretty pussy.” He sighs softly, his breath fanning against your sex that has you chewing hard on your lower lip.
“It’s all for you, Crosshair.” Anticipation lingers in the air until he begins to slowly stroke a digit against your soaked lips, collecting your slick on his fingers that he admires with his trained eyes. You were about to tease him, wondering if this had been a fantasy of his when he curls a finger inside of you.
You gasp at the sensation, Crosshair looking up from between your legs with fire in his eyes. “Is this okay?”
“Y-yes,” you moan, propping yourself on your elbows to watch as his wrist turns and starts to pulse in and out of you simultaneously, “fuck that feels really good.”
He smirks in satisfaction, continuing to dip his finger in your wet heat prodding bluntly at your soft insides that have gone slick and trembling. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you clumsily try to rock back onto his dexterous hand. “Eager, sweetie?”
“Can you blame me? I’ve w-wanted you - this - from the start.” Crosshair smirks, the waver in your beautiful voice causing a small bead of precom to leak from his cock. He crooks his finger, stroking your special spot.
Crosshair's whole body was shivering as you, someone he had adored for so long, cries out in pleasure and drips down his wrist. You’re being perfectly responsive to his touch. “That’s it darling,” he whispered, inserting another finger as he looked up at you, seeing your head tilted back, eyes closed, “I want you to look at me.”
You obeyed his order and looked back down at him, hips rocking vigorously as his fingers stretched you out. You lock eyes, something that felt more intimate than what he was doing to you. Or so you thought until he started to lick your pussy. “Oh Crosshair, baby…” you whine at the sensation of his warm, thick tongue.
He revels in your whimpers, moaning against you himself as he laps up your juices, slick glossing over his chin but he didn’t mind at all. “You’re delicious.”
Reddening at his words, your hand lands on the back of his head, gently guiding him as you eagerly ask for more. He was right, you were eager. His tongue flicks violently over your clit, causing you to curse and moan loudly that echoed around the mountainous region. “That’s it kitten, don’t be shy about expressing your wants.” He chuckles, vibrations tickling you pleasantly.
“M-more, please.” You beg, eyes glossing with tears as your release starts to teeter on the edge, the pleasure being too much.
“As you wish,” Crosshair mutters, curling a finger back inside you all the while lapping at your little pearl. “You’re mine, I’m so glad you’re mine.”
If it wasn’t for the feeling of his tongue assaulting your cunt, you’re certain your legs would be shaking at his words and not his actions. “What if the others see us?” You whisper, caring but also half not caring.
He pulls back, looking up at you with sopping wet lips and a smirk, “Then they’ll witness my princess cumming on my tongue,”
He grips your thighs, burying his face back in between your legs when your orgasm hits. Your climax shook your entire body, stars blurring your vision and not just the ones above you both. “F-Fuck, crosshair!”
He pulls away, teasingly sucking on your clit and retreating with a small pop as he watches you come down from your high, caressing your legs gently before picking up pants and gently sliding them back on you.
Both of your breathing is shallow and rough, especially yours, as you find solace in each other's arms. "Are you okay?" he whispers into your hair, his voice filled with concern and tenderness. He lifts you, settling you into his lap and wrapping his arms securely around you.
"Yeah," you reply breathlessly, feeling a wave of exhaustion washing over you. "That was amazing."
He grows quiet, the weight of the situation hanging in the air. Sometimes after such intimate moments, silence speaks louder than words. Eventually, he breaks the silence. "I know the others will be a little confused about us being together."
"Oh? So there is an 'us' at least," you muse, trying to alleviate some of the tension you sense in him. "But can I ask why you think that?" You approach the topic with sensitivity, aware of the serious undertone in his voice.
He blinks, his gaze shifting from you to the stars above. "As they say, I'm not much of a 'conversationalist'," he begins, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "So they're gonna wonder what exactly it is we have in common."
You nod slowly, understanding his concern. But you're not bothered by others' opinions. All that matters is the connection between the two of you and how you can nurture and build your relationship. "I've always enjoyed our chats, even when you didn't speak to me for the first week."
He huffs in amusement, retrieving a toothpick from a small pouch and placing it between his teeth. "I have to admit, I was shy."
You raise an eyebrow in slight shock. The idea of Crosshair being shy seems almost unimaginable. It's as if he can read your thoughts because he playfully nudges you. "Yeah, yeah, odd right?"
Shaking your head with a smile, you lean in and place a gentle kiss on his cheek. "That's quite sweet, knowing you were all shy and cutesy around me."
"Cutesy is not the word I'd use," he rolls his eyes playfully, gnawing on the toothpick, "but I think it shows how willing I am to open up to you. Or how easy I find it, anyway."
Your heart flutters at his words, appreciating his willingness to show moments of vulnerability. You watch him, captivated by his features. Despite their sharpness, there's a softness in his eyes that melts your heart. He's truly beautiful.
"What are you looking at?" he asks, not turning to you but sensing your gaze upon him.
"Can I have a toothpick?" you inquire, a mischievous glimmer in your eyes.
Slowly, he turns to look at you, his gaze lingering on your lips and then returning to your eyes. "You know I don't share."
Yet, he reaches back into his pocket and retrieves a toothpick, handing it to you. "But I suppose I won't mind sharing one or two of these with you from time to time."
The two of you continue sitting under the starlit sky, locked in each other's embrace.
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😁😁😁
So happy with the last request. I can just imagine Garrett and her laying on the couch with his head in her lap.
Can you do another Garrett X reader where she is a dragon shapeshifter, she has tattoos that cover most of her body but you don't see until she takes her coat off. He comes to help defeat Victoria and her Army of newborns. Let's say during the training, Paul tries to start a fight ( maybe he made a comment about her age , let's say she's a couple thousand years old because she's a dragon shapeshifter ) with the reader, she's not having it and tells him to stop and he goes to attacked her, Garrett tries to defend her but she sticks out her arm and tells him I got this and that's when she shifted into the Dragon and scared of the crap out of Paul.
Ooh such a cool idea I’m happy I can write this for you :)
↳ i can handle my own ↲
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➘ summary : garrett is very protective of his mate and when someone threatens her he’s always the first to step forward and handle the problem, this time she decides to handle things
➘ garrett x reader, twilight x reader
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In a world where supernatural beings roamed, (y/n) and Garrett's bond was a testament to the unexpected paths that fate could weave. (y/n), a dragon shifter and the last of her kind, had found solace and connection in Garrett, a steadfast protector and vampire. Their love was unique, transcending the boundaries of their extraordinary abilities.
The looming threat of Victoria and her army of newborn vampires had cast a shadow over the supernatural world. The Cullens, a family of vampires with a unique diet, had extended an invitation to (y/n) and Garrett, inviting them to train and unite forces in the small town of Forks.
As the two of them arrived in Forks, the serene beauty of the surroundings contrasted with the urgency of the situation. The Cullens, led by Carlisle and his family, greeted them with a mixture of curiosity and welcome.
"(y/n), Garrett, it's good to see you," Carlisle greeted with a warm smile.
(y/n) nodded, her gaze steady. "Thank you for having us, Carlisle. We're here to help."
The Cullens had gathered in their spacious home, their eyes holding a mix of determination and concern. Victoria's army of newborn vampires posed a threat not only to the human population but to the supernatural world as well.
Edward Cullen, with his ability to read minds, addressed (y/n) and Garrett. "We believe that by combining our unique abilities, we can strategize and counteract Victoria's plans. We need every advantage we can get."
Garrett nodded, his expression resolute. "We're in this together."
As the discussion continued, (y/n) couldn't help but feel the weight of the responsibility that rested on their shoulders. The dragons of old had once been powerful and revered, and she carried the legacy of her kind. But now, she had found allies in unexpected places, allies who were willing to fight for a common cause.
After the meeting, (y/n) and Garrett were shown to their quarters within the Cullen home. As they settled in, (y/n) removed her coat, revealing the intricate tattoos that adorned her arms. Garrett's eyes widened in surprise, his gaze tracing the patterns with curiosity.
"You have tattoos?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.
Her lips curved into a small smile. "Yes, they're a part of my heritage as a dragon shifter. They're hidden most of the time, but they're a part of who I am."
Garrett reached out, his fingers grazing the tattoos with reverence. "They're beautiful, just like you."
Her cheeks flushed, and she looked down, a warmth spreading through her at his words. Their connection was a constant reminder that she was not alone, that she had found a mate who saw and cherished every aspect of her.
In the following days, (y/n) and Garrett immersed themselves in training with the Cullens. (y/n)'s unique abilities as a dragon shifter added a layer of complexity to their tactics, and she worked alongside the Cullens to develop strategies that would counteract the newborn vampires' strength and speed.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, (y/n) stood beside Garrett, her gaze fixed on the moon. He wrapped an arm around her, his presence a reassuring anchor.
"We'll face whatever comes our way together," Garrett whispered, his voice carrying a mix of determination and tenderness.
She leaned into his embrace, her heart swelling with gratitude for the bond they shared. With the Cullens at their side, and the legacy of her dragon heritage guiding her, (y/n) was ready to face Victoria's threat head-on.
As the winds of change began to stir, (y/n) and Garrett stood united, flames and fur intertwined in a love that had the power to overcome even the darkest of challenges.
The next day of training had arrived, and the atmosphere in the Cullen home was charged with anticipation. As the sun bathed the surroundings in a soft glow, (y/n) and Garrett joined the Cullens to discuss their plans. The air was filled with a sense of purpose as they prepared to face the looming threat of Victoria's newborn army.
Edward spoke first, his eyes thoughtful. "We've reached out to the Quileute tribe, and they've agreed to join forces with us. The wolves are on their way."
Just then, the sound of rustling leaves and distant footfalls reached their ears. The Quileute wolves emerged, led by Sam Uley. Among them was Paul, his demeanor exuding a brash confidence that bordered on arrogance.
Paul's gaze fell on (y/n), and a smirk tugged at his lips. "Who's the human?" he snarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
(y/n) held her ground, her eyes steady as she met Paul's gaze. "I'm not just a human," she replied calmly.
Paul's eyes narrowed, his smirk fading. "Oh really? What are you then?"
A determined fire lit up (y/n)'s eyes as she spoke. "I'm a shifter, Paul. A dragon shifter, to be precise. I've been around for centuries."
Paul's expression shifted from smugness to surprise, and his words faltered. "A dragon shifter?"
(y/n) nodded, her voice unwavering. "Yes, and I'm here to help, just like everyone else."
Paul's surprise was evident, and he exchanged a glance with Sam. The wolves had not anticipated encountering a dragon shifter in their midst.
But Paul's initial astonishment soon gave way to something more hostile. "A dragon, huh? Sounds like just another leech to me."
Garrett's fists clenched at his sides, his gaze narrowing as he stepped forward. "Watch your words, dog."
Paul growls at garrett.
(y/n) placed a hand on Garrett's chest, her touch calming and reassuring. She turned her attention back to Paul, her voice even and composed. "I got this hun.”
(Y/n) felt a surge of determination building within her. She knew that to truly show her capabilities, she needed to reveal her dragon form. With a steady breath, she stepped forward, her gaze locking onto Paul's own gaze.
The transformation was grand and agonizing. (y/n)'s bones seemed to shatter and rearrange themselves, every fiber of her being reconfiguring to bring forth the powerful creature she truly was. The pain was excruciating, like the rending of her very essence, but she endured it, her eyes locked onto Paul's widening gaze.
Her skin ripped apart, revealing leathery and scaly hide beneath. The air crackled with energy as the transformation continued, her wings unfurling and stretching to their full span. As the final adjustments were made, (y/n) stood before them in her full dragon form – a magnificent creature with scales that shimmered like fire.
Paul stumbled back in fright, his eyes wide with shock. The sight of (y/n) in her dragon form was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Her form towered over them, her presence commanding and regal.
In a burst of fiery brilliance, (y/n) unleashed a torrent of flames into the air. The sky seemed to catch fire as the flames danced and twisted, a fierce display of power that sent shockwaves through the forest. The fire roared into the sky before dissipating into the air like an ethereal display of dominance.
Paul's initial fear transformed into a mixture of astonishment and respect. He took a step back, his expression a mixture of awe and humility.
As the flames subsided, (y/n) slowly transformed back into her human form, her features marked with exhaustion but also a sense of fulfillment. She looked at Paul with a gentle smile, her voice calm and steady. "Beware of how you speak to me and my mate.”
The tension in the clearing eased, and the supernatural beings around them exchanged glances of understanding. The true scope of (y/n)'s power was now evident, and the weight of her presence held a newfound respect.
Garrett stood beside (y/n), his pride and admiration evident in his gaze. He placed a hand on her shoulder, offering silent support as they faced the assembled group together.
As the Quileute wolves and the Cullens continued their discussions, the memory of (y/n)'s grand transformation lingered in the air. The flames that had danced into the sky served as a reminder that they were united, their strengths combined to face the looming threat of Victoria's army.
With (y/n)'s dragon form and her unique abilities on their side, the supernatural alliance was stronger than ever. And as the sun continued to climb in the sky, casting its light over the determined group, (y/n) and Garrett stood ready to face whatever challenges awaited, their bond and their strength an unbreakable shield against the darkness.
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ghotifishreads · 2 years
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15 and 49 with your bartender Ari?
Thanks for the prompt, @sweater-daddiesdumbdork!
15.The taste of salt on the tip of your tongue
49. Trying to pull on clothes with damp skin
Send me a number from the sensory prompt list and a character and I’ll write a drabble.
Title: Can We Keep Moving in the After Hours? 
Author: @ghotifishreads
Pairing: FWB / Bar owner! Ari x Reader from this. Technically a prequel?
Word count: 1.2K (how did that happen?!)
🔞Over 18s only, minors dni! 🔞 I do not give permission for my work to be republished, reposted, or translated.
Warnings: drinking, allusions to sex, accidental nudity in a non-sexual situation. Bar owner Ari being a goddam menace. Unbeta’d and pretty much unedited. *posts and runs away*
A/N: Title from Remember Where You Are by Jessie Ware (Guys do yourself a favor and  go listen to What’s Your Pleasure, it’s a sexy disco album with banger after banger.) 
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Three nights after that first night, you're back at the bar with your friends for a quick mid-week catch-up. You offer to get the second round, resolutely telling yourself it's not so you can steal a moment with Ari, who's tending bar. His handsome face lights up when he spots you, and your knees buckle.
He helps you carry drinks back to your table and your friends. But before he does, he steps to your side of the bar, large warm palm in the small of your back, and says in your ear, "Got sent an exquisite small batch tequila today. Can I convince you to hang out for another after-hours tasting?"
What can you say to that invitation but yes?
After closing, patrons (including your friends) and staff, gone. You and Ari on bar stools. He's poured two generous shots.
You grab a salt shaker off the counter, look for lime wedges.
"Nah, this is smooth-drinking tequila," Ari says, plucking the salt shaker out of your hand. He didn't get to you before you'd licked your hand and dumped salt on it though.
You search for a napkin but Ari just grabs your wrist and laps his wide tongue the path of the salt between your thumb and index finger. "Don't need this crap. Would just dilute the taste. And that'd be a sin."
Who the fuck is he to talk about sin, his darkened eyes gazing up from beneath wickedly long lashes as he keeps hold of your hand, long hair brushing your wrist with his head still ducked low from licking up your mistake.
He doesn't let go of your hand as he sits up and nods his head towards the shots." We should try."
The tequila burns, but pleasingly, the tipple perfectly palatable just like Ari promised. 
The scorch the booze sparked runs from your throat down to curl your toes. But Ari’s thumb delicately rubbing over your thumping pulse is the cause of the fire alight in your belly. 
You ease yourself out of your bar stool and stand between Ari’s legs, watching his eyes nearly cross as you get up in his grill, cupping his face in your hands and leaning to kiss him.
“I see what you mean,” you say against his lips after your tongue has worked inside his mouth, taking back what he stole from you. Even the strong, easy, beautifully smooth tequila can't cover the remnant taste of salt Ari licked off you, still on the tip of his tongue. “Too salty.”
After the kiss and the single shot of tequila, Ari leads you up to his apartment above the bar and tells you in no uncertain terms to stay the next morning. 
Morning two of waking up in Ari’s bed, with the burly bar owner keeping you held to the bed with his arm slung across your waist yet again. Does twice make it a habit?
“Morning,” you greet him as he stirs. Ari doesn’t even open his eyes as he grunts in reply, drawing you closer and burrowing his nose in your neck. 
“Got a new waffle iron I'm hoping to road test if you want? Or pancakes again?”
“Mmm, waffles sound amazing. Only if you’ve got maple syrup though.” 
“I didn’t run out since Sunday, I’ve still got syrup. Gonna shower first. Join me?”
After a rather unproductive shower–as far as getting clean goes at least–Ari finally steps out as you finish washing. The door buzzer rings, and he leaves to answer.
He’s stranded you without a second bath towel. Typical bachelor, just the one set of everything out, and he took the only big towel. You’ve got the hand towel and a wash cloth. Comedy towels to barely cover, so you dry as best you can with the hand towel then hold it across your tits with one arm, and clutch a wash cloth in front of your center with the other.
When you enter the main living area with your make-shift towels, you’d forgotten why Ari scurried out of the bathroom in the first place.
So the beautiful, fully clothed woman stood chatting to Ari in only a towel (big enough to cover his front and back you note scatchingly, even if it’s only his lower half) comes as a shock. 
Instead of an exit as silent and unnoticed by the two people engrossed in conversation as your entrance had been, you yelp and jump backwards against the wall. Scuttle into the bathroom with your nude backside kept against the plaster and away from the two beautiful people having a tête-à-tête. Through your pound head and the sound of your thudding heart you hear the woman leave. 
A knock on the door. “You OK in there?”
“Fine!” you shrill out. 
“She’s gone now.”
You throw the door open and rush past Ari.
“Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to intrude. Hope she didn’t leave cuz of me. I wasn’t intended to be…on display. But there was no other big towel, you took the only one.” As you run your mouth, your body nervously motors to match it, gathering your clothes from their assorted corners of Ari’s room (he was a very enthusiastic discarder of garments when he undressed you) you’re dressing. The second your panties touch your skin you feel them stick and settle awkwardly against your still-wet skin. Not just because Ari’s touch had flooded them last night with your cream, but because your skin was still shower-dewey and damp. “But, ah, that seemed like an important conversation, so I’ll get out of your hair.”
“You're not even dry, let me,” Ari unwraps the towel from his narrow waist and you raise your eyes heavenward as he reaches out to finish drying you. 
Ari steps into your space, toweling your torso as he speaks deliberately. “That was Celeste. She’s the day manager of the bar.”
“Your employee?! Fuck, I’m even more mortified than second ago,” you grumble. But your embarrassment ebbs further and further away as Ari works the soft cotton terrycloth over your limbs, continues his unhurried explanation.
“She was worried about not having enough people for today, but I told her I already covered a gap in the schedule.”
“She came to her boss’ door and he invited her in only wearing a towel?” Ari slept with you twice, he doesn’t owe you anything. You hate the doubt creeping into your tone. Your vulnerability writ large in the uncontrolled tremor of your voice.
“For your information,” Ari—naked, beautiful, cleaning smelling, delicious Ari– drops, 6’2” of burly bartender kneeling at your feet as he dries your legs, “Celeste has known me since I was 8 and she was 15. She used to babysit me. Also, she’s gay. She was not looking at anything under or near my towel. I promise.”
Ari’s breath fans across your cunt and the lace feels flimsy and inadequate. 
“What was barely under your towels though…that’s more likely.” He shuffles forward on his knees, towel discarded, and cups your ass in his hands as he noses your cunt. "If she had, I'd understand--you are really distracting naked."
Ari holds good on his promise to make you waffles, but it’s much, much later and he considers the carbs his second dripping, sweet breakfast of the morning. 
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A/N: Thanks so much for reading! If you enjoyed what you read, please reblog or leave a comment, I’d be most grateful! 
Want to read more of my work while awaiting the next installment? Take a gander at my masterlist.
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drowninginblox · 9 months
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Cafe-Cosplay?
Godot x reader (pt 1 if I get the inspiration to do pt 2 )
Warnings: oblivious, fandom orientated reader, just hanging out with Godot
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Although you've been to this hole-in-the-wall coffee longer than you'd like to admit, this is the first time you've noticed the cyborg sitting in the corner. 
You've sat in agony for the past hour. All over this anomaly of this cosplayer. A teal green vest hugged a crisp white dress shirt to his toned chest while black dress pants and newly polished shoes tied the ensemble together. And of course, the pièce de résistance- the visor. What looks to be a cold metal faceplate with three slots.  All emanating a red hue that you don't know whether to be intimidated or in awe by. Regardless, the craftsmanship behind this person's wardrobe is phenomenal! The problem is, you cannot place who this character is for the life of you. You’ve been in fandom spaces for years and right now, you're stumped. Most of the time you can make a damn good guess considering the amount of media you’ve seen and the osmosis of it all. But to see someone you’re truly clueless about; its absolute torture!  
You glance up from your book, probably for the 5th time since you've noticed the guy, to see he's still there, looking down at his watch. "This is ridiculous." You scold yourself. With resolution to satiate your curiosity, you take a sip of your drink for courage before getting up from your seat.
Walking over to the secluded booth was easy, but acting on your word was the hard part. You manage to introduce yourself after a moments of hesitation though. "Hi! I'm sorry for bothering you during a break-" The person you were set on slowly parted their coffee from their lips. Although their eyes weren't visible, you could feel an apprehensive glance your way. “I, uh- just wanted to say that I loved your cosplay! The craftsmanship is fantastic!" You see their shoulders ease. If just for a moment, a shudder? "I just wanted to commemorate you on it since it must've taken a while to make!" Slowly, the person set down their coffee, adjusting their posture before meeting you eye to eye. Or, as eye to eye as you could be. "Wow you're tall..." You mumbled under your breath, making the stranger smile slightly before regaining his composure. "Who are you?" They question. You chuckle slightly. "Oh-ah- I'm Y/n L/n. I'm a tailor." He stares at you for what seems like a while. Your throat goes dry in the meantime as doubt about what you were doing sets in. "Um... yeah. L-Like I said, I just wanted to say that I love the craftsmanship in your cosplay and if you don't mind me asking, who's the character your cosplaying? I'm in a lot of fandoms but I've never seen a character as interesting as this one!" You chuckle again, more nervous now than anything. The handsome stranger your chatting up laughs lightly, a smile gracing their lips. "Well, um... I guess I'm... 'cosplaying'... this, prosecutor." You couldnt help but notice him tense up at the word. Was this actually how he dressed? If so, what was the visor for? "His name is Godot. He's... god, how to describe him...?" You cock your head slightly before a lightbulb goes off in your head. "OH! Is he your character?" With that, the stranger snaps his fingers. "Yes! He is my character!" You smile wide. Thank god you were at least on the right tracK!
"Wow! I'd love to get to know him! If he dresses like this- I can only imagine what personality he has!" To that, they chuckle. "Well, he's a bit full of himself. Kind of like his coffee." They say before lifting the mug they're drinking out of. To that you chuckle, snorting in the process, making your company pause. " Crap- sorry!" You catch yourself through your laughter. "No! Don't apologize." They say, hiding their face behind the mug of coffee. You scold yourself through a smile as the stranger continues to chuckle after a hearty drink. "I've just, haven't heard someone laugh so hard they snort... not in a long time."
"What was that?" They shake their head. "Nothing of note. Don't worry about it." They look around before he looks at his watch. "I'm sorry to cut this short but, I-" they smile lightly. "Godot has to get to court." You smile at that. "Ah! I see what ya did there-! I won't keep the prosecution waiting then!" With that, They smile one last time before leaving a few bills on the table for whoever gets their disregarded mug. "It was nice to talk with you Y/n."
"You too,..." They leave you to be with that, making their way to the exit. Before they leave though, you call out to them over the otherwise silence of the cafe. "Fight for great justice!" They turn back slightly, confusion saturated their face, but they shook their head with a smile nonetheless. When he's no longer in view of the front windows you head back to your set, relaxed at the notion that you went with your gut and met someone new. "Quite the character though." You mumble with a smile.
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ithebookhoarder · 2 years
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Midnight (Kate Bishop x Reader)
Description: You and Kate both decide to welcome in the new year together at the Bishop Company holiday party - after all, there are worse places to celebrate. However, it quickly becomes clear that Kate has a plan to use the night to finally fulfil a resolution of her own... 
A/N: Thanks to the anon who sent in the request. I’m feeling really festive and the Hawkeye finale has me all gooey inside for this loveable dork, so I enjoyed bashing this out. Hope you enjoy! 
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Warnings: Slight allusion to smut, kissing, mentions of alcohol. 
Masterlist:
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You paused as the sound of bells filled the empty night, the clock chiming for all to hear. The sounds of cheers were instantaneous as was the sound of corks popping from champagne bottles around the luxurious ballroom. 
Midnight. 
Wait, if it was midnight then... That meant-
"Happy New Year," Kate whispered softly, nudging her elbow against yours from where it rested on the balcony railing. 
From up here you could see clearly as fireworks began exploding into the night, showering sparks of various colours across the sky. However, your attention was drawn elsewhere as you looked away, your gaze turning to the woman beside you. 
All the festivities around you seem to simply fade away when she smiled at you like that. But that was Kate all over; her entire personality seemed to draw people to her like moths to a flame, her vivacious outlook on life one that was almost intoxicating. 
It was as if she were the human equivalent of a golden retriever... no wonder she and Lucky got on like a house on fire. 
It was also no wonder why you’d said yes when she’d asked you to come with her tonight, to the Bishop Company’s new year party - not when it had given you the chance to spend the evening together, drinking, dancing, and forgetting the chaos that your lives in New York City often involved. 
Even now, you felt a rush of excitement as you linked hands, the warmth of hers comforting as your fingers intertwined together. 
"Happy New Year to you too," you echoed, “partner.” 
Then Kate did the very last thing you’d been expecting. 
She kissed you. 
Oh yeah; She’d kissed you. 
You couldn’t even breathe you were in such a state of shock.
You merely blinked and there she was, kissing you... and to your surprise, you were kissing her back like it was a perfectly normal and natural thing for you to do.
Then again, that was the thing, it did feel natural once you got over your initial surprise. In fact, her body felt soft and warm as she leant against you, as if it had been tailored to slot into place in your arms.  
Her lips were also inviting, remnants of alcohol lingering on her breath from the party still raging on behind you. 
And when Kate slid her hand to the back of your neck and lightly tugged on you hair... well, your body seemed to take over as you moaned a little against her mouth instinctively. 
Crap. 
You couldn't even think straight, caught off guard by her advance. Her touch made you melt and you couldn't fight it - you didn't want to. 
Kissing Kate felt strange and new, and totally unexpected, but also like it was the best thing you could be doing in that time and place. 
It was like part of you had been waiting to do it for so long, and now you couldn’t believe it had actually happened. 
''So...” you managed to mumble a moment later, as she finally drew back for breath. 
The tension hung between you as you both waited for the other to react, to say something about what had just happened between you. As it was, you could feel the nervous energy radiating off of the woman in front of you; Kate had always been an act first, think later kind of person. 
“What now?”
Wasn’t that the question of the hour? 
“Well,” Kate whispered softly, brushing a hand down the side of your face. You could see the relief in her eyes at the smile you wore, and the fact that you hadn’t pushed her away. As far as responses went, this was a pretty encouraging one. “Right now... I just really want to kiss you again... if that’s alright with you?”
“Oh, it’s more than alright.”  
Who were you to complain, or deprive the woman of what she wanted? So you merely grinned, pressing your lips back to hers as you welcomed in the new Year together. 
You knew thousands out there would be celebrating in their own way right now, whether it was at parties or at home. You, however, were right where you belonged; with the woman you cared most about in all the world. 
With her by your side, it was sure to be a very good year. 
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holidaywishes · 4 years
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we shouldn’t be doing this...
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  Summary: You and Morgan get frisky at a New Year’s Eve Party
  Warning: this is just... pure smut
  Author’s Note: Welcome to 2020! I hope everyone did lots of celebrating last night, I know I sure did -- and I’m more or less paying the price for it today. Anyway, I plan on doing nothing today but I, yet again, had a dream about Mo last night in my drunken stupor and needed to write it out. So, this is what you get.
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  “We should’ve just gone to a bar” you whined to your friends around the large round table at the fancy New Year’s Eve party Morgan had roped you all into.
  “Oh come on (Y/N),” Morgan tried, “let’s just try to have a good time, k?”
  “I feel so out of place here, dude” your date for the night, Kevin, said as he held open his suit jacket, revealing the unraveling seams inside.
  “I’m shocked they let us in” Bethany joked
  “I’m not,” Shauna said, moving closer to Morgan, “we did come with Morgan.” You let out a scoff that you hoped no one noticed but sure enough, Mo caught your gaze
  “I’m sorry, Mo, you’re right,” you smiled at him before sighing, “thank you for bringing us. I’m just not used to the whole ‘fancy party’ thing for New Year’s.” He smiled back at you and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from showing your true feelings for Mo.
  “We’ll have a good time, I promise. We just have to loosen up the guests” Mo said, his eyebrow peaking up at the last words
  “Ahh, what he means is,” Shauna interjected, “we have to be the first ones taking shots...” You laughed as more nodded his head before he and Bethany headed over to the bar; only Bethany noticed you notice Mo as he walked away
  “What is going on?” she mouth from across the table and you just shook your head before Kevin could notice
  “I’m gonna go see if they need any help,” Kevin said, kissing your forehead as he stood up, “I’ll be back.”
  “Thank god! Now we can talk about this” Bethany said
  “There’s nothing to talk about” you tried
  “Uhm yes there is,” she nudged you, “you don’t check out someone’s ass when there’s nothing to talk about”
  “Beth!” you gasped
  “(Y/N).. come on, I’m not stupid. I know you brought Kevin here so you wouldn’t be alone at Midnight. What I didn’t realize is that you’re trying to make Mo jealous”
  ��I’m not trying to make him jealous. He’s my friend. I don’t think of him like that. I just brought Kevin tonight because I thought we’d have a good time.” She raised her eyebrows once and dropped it. The thing was, as much as you hated to admit it, she was right. You met Morgan a little over three years ago through his brother and the two of you became fast friends but about a year ago, he practically saved your life when your ex tried to put you in the hospital. After that, he stayed very close to you -- checking on you throughout the day, scheduling lunches with him and the boys after practices, setting aside tickets for games for you and Beth and just generally being your “knight in shining armour;” ultimately making you fall in love with him. But you could never tell him because you were scared of what would happen if you did.
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Morgan’s P.O.V.
  You had managed to get most of the guests to take a few shots which meant the dance floor was filling up quite quickly and you sat back to watch the madness unfold. You heard (Y/N)’s laugh float across the table and you noticed Kevin pointing out something to her and you couldn’t help feeling... envious of him. When he left the table, you took the opportunity to steal his seat
  “Is this more of what you were hoping for?” you joked, leaning into (Y/N)’s ear and noticing her smile grow at your question
  “Uhm yes,” she exclaimed, “all I ever want for New Year’s Eve is to watch people embarrass themselves on the dance floor. So this is perfect!”
  “I knew it!” you laughed as did she and she turned her body to face you slightly
  “So.. what are Morgan Rielly’s New Year resolutions?” she asked and all you wanted to say was ‘to kiss you’ but instead you just said
  “Get better at my game.. you know, to win that cup..” she chuckled and shook her head, looking like she wanted to say something but Kevin came in and asked her to dance as Hold Me While You Wait played
  “Sure!” she said and hopped up as he led her to the middle of the dance floor, placing his hands gently on her hips; your head dropping when you saw her smile at him
  “You gonna tell her?” Shauna asked, much to your surprise
  “Tell who what?” you played dumb
  “Tell (Y/N) you love her...” she said matter-of-factly and you raised your eyebrows, preparing to defend yourself, “relax. I won’t tell her if you’re not going to but I can totally see it. Which means I’m probably not the only one.”
  “I thought you were.. flirting with me..” you said awkwardly and she just smiled
  “Oh I was, definitely.” she stated, “If you asked me right now, I’d meet you in the bathroom or kiss you at midnight even though I knew I’m not the one you want.”
  “I don’t get it”
  “Good guys deserve good girls. And you, Morgan Rielly, are one of the best. If we did anything, it wouldn’t go anywhere and you’re too good of a guy for me to play any kind of game with you.”
  “Thanks,” you sighed, “but all that tells me is that I’m a good friend”
  “Au contraire,” she smiled and placed her hand on your shoulder, “it means your boyfriend material.”
  “If good guys deserve good girls, why do good girls always go for bad guys?”
  “(Y/N)’s ex was a bastard, we all know this, but she doesn’t always end up with those types. This was one guy she met and couldn’t see how awful he was because of the flashy apartment and nice things he bought her.”
  “But it’s not just her. Nice girls are always falling for guys who treat them like crap. So, it’s no wonder they say nice guys finish last”
  “Nu-uh” she shook her finger at you, “don’t be that guy. The ‘I’m tired of being in the friend zone’ wah wah poor me.”
  “I didn’t mean it like that. I just... it was a genuine question. Why do good girls choose bad guys?”
  “Because we’re fixers. We think we can fix the damaged people but deep down we know we can’t.” She admitted and you gave a small scoff, looking over to where (Y/N) and Kevin were just finishing their dance, “plus, we like a little bit of danger.”
  “Who likes danger?” (Y/N) said as she sat back down, this time beside Shauna and across from you
  “Me and Beth” she said quickly with a wink to you. Shauna seemed to drop it after (Y/N) didn’t ask questions but you couldn’t stop watching her when she wasn’t looking.
  “(Y/N), Wanna dance?” you asked confidently, noticing Shauna and Bethany’s faces fill with shock
  “Let’s do it!” she laughed; jokingly bobbing her head to the music as the two of you got to the centre of the dance floor. You watched the eyes at the table follow the two of you and you tried to escape the audience
  “Come with me” you whispered
  “Wha-- where are we going?” she said before you grabbed her hand and led her out of the ballroom
  “I wanna show you something” you replied
  “Mo, it’s almost midnight”
  “I know. There’s gonna be fireworks and I know the best spot”
  “I love fireworks. Show me! show me!” she joked and you led her over to a bay window
  “This is pretty,” she cooed, jumping up onto the step to look out the window, “ooh, you know what this reminds me of. Sound of Music. You know that scene with Liesl and Rolfe are singing...”
  “Mhmm, I thought you’d say that.” You smiled because you knew she was about to dance, so you crept up behind her so she didn’t fall if she twirled
  “I am sixteen going on seventeen. I know that I’m naive. Fellows I meet, may tell me I’m sweet and willingly I believe...” she twirled just as you’d expected but came face-to-face with you and she was silent for what felt like minutes but could only have been seconds, “I am sixteen going on...” she trailed off and cleared her throat. You took a step up onto the ledge where she was, careful not to leave too much of a gap between you and her.
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  You could feel your heartbeat in your ears and you were sure your face was beet red but you didn’t want to look away; he was so close and his eyes were so blue and he smelled like pepper and pine trees and it reminded you of your Grandpa who always put too much pepper on all of his food. You finally had to shake yourself out of the trance you were in and turned to look out the window
  “So, where can we see the fireworks?” you stammered, feeling his front press against your back and you were surprised at how forward he was being.
  “Just passed that clearing over there,” he said, pointing to an open space a few feet from the window, his hands were beginning to roam your body now and his lips were brushing across the top of your ear as he continued whispering, “they should be setting them up soon...” You were swept up in the way his hands trailed to the hem of your dress and how his thumbs felt so rough against your skin and how steady his breathing was that you didn’t notice you had let yourself fall back into him. When his lips finally met your neck, you let out a small moan and his hand continue to lift up your dress until his hand moved inside your underwear and his fingers found their way inside of you; your eyes popped open at the sensation
  “Morgan...” you moaned as your hand roamed down his arm, heavy breaths filling the empty hallways with each pulse of his fingers. His ministrations continued as did your pleasure and you were worried that someone might hear you so you snaked your hand up to the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss; jolting his fingers to move quicker inside of you, forcing your mouth to fall open a small scream to escape before Morgan silenced the noise by continuing the kiss, tongues dancing with each other and breathing turning into panting; your eyes finally opened and for the first time you realized how exposed you were
  “Wait wait,” you breathed, “Morgan, we shouldn’t be doing this...”
  “Huh?” he said, fingers still curled inside you, “because of Kevin?”
  “What?” you creased your forehead and looked at him, his fingers stopping until you spoke, “no, I meant we shouldn’t be doing this here. It’s too public.” And just like that, with a smile flashed across his face and your hand still hooked on the back of his neck, he slowly took his fingers out of you and you whined at the loss but he turned you around and walked you to the wall, licking his fingers with you still on them and all you could do was bite your bottom lip.
  “That’s the fun part,” he said, moving his hands across your back and down to cup your ass, “knowing that anyone could catch us?”
  “Mo..” you giggled breathlessly and his lips found their way back onto your collarbone and his hands slipped back to the hem of your dress, “what if there’s kids outside? watching the fireworks? we can’t let them see us...” He stopped long enough to take a look out the window and where the fireworks would be and then back at you
  “I don’t care.” your eyes grew wide at his response, “I want you. Here. Now. You look too damn hot right now for me to wait until we can find a proper spot...” Before you knew it, he’d lifted you up and your legs were wrapped around his waist and you were craving every inch of him; your hands made quick work of his belt and pushed his pants down just far enough for his hardened member to surprise you with its size. You pulled him in for a kiss as he guided himself into you
  “Fu--” you gasped, “oh my god”
  “I’m not hurting you am I?” he asked and you just smiled
  “No,” you said, pecking his lips, “you’re not hurting me.” His pace was steady and controlled and every thrust had your eyes rolling to the back of your head; the pleasure so intense that you didn’t even noticed that your back was scratching against the brick archway, likely leaving marks. You trailed kisses down his neck as he continued to pump into you, groans leaving his lips and nails digging into your hips where he held you.
  “Fuck..” he breathed and you could tell that he was close, and you were too, he just needed a little push. So, you trailed your fingers up his neck to his ear before sucking on the lobe and whispering to him
  “Fuck me, Morgan.” He obliged and began thrusting harder into you much more aggressively than you thought but you weren’t about to tell him to stop; it felt too good. Soon after, though, he climaxed and coaxed you to yours, leaving the two of you breathless. He let you down from where you were pinned against the wall and he noticed the marks on your back, offering his coat to you and you smiled up at him, “so sweet,” you said as he kissed your forehead.
  “Oh look, it must be midnight...” he pointed outside, “they’re lighting the fireworks.” You watched him watch the fireworks go up and the lights shine across his face before you turned around and pushed yourself up to meet his lips, bringing him in for a deep kiss
  “Happy New Year, Mr. Rielly” you smiled when you pulled away from the kiss
  “Happy New Year, Mrs. (Y/L/N).”
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Umbrella Academy
season 2, episode 7
More thoughts and live blogged reactions.
1982. I'm assuming Five used a briefcase... But in s1 we saw that the briefcase travels are tracked (Hazel and Cha-Cha got reprimanded for Klaus's Vietnam trip) so I'm not sure how the board doesn't know someone is coming... I might be overthinking.
Five being creepy.
Is that a Fudge Nutter like Handler mentioned in season 1? Oh, it is.
Jesus, Five! Anger management for you, old man.
AAHH! THEY LET FIVE SAY FUCK! Fucking finally! 🤣
How did nobody notice that destruction? 😆
Oh, the axe! Is Five going to go all American psycho? Because I'd love to see that.
HOLY SHIT!
That smile!
HOLY SHIT!!!!!!
Is he using tiny time travel bursts like Reggie said? Or a briefcase? Or is he just that fast?
AJ hiding under the table 😆
Pausing to drink water and grin, what a psycho, I love him.
He's definitely using time jumps but they are so controlled that I'm guessing briefcase or Handler little time stopping trick. I'm so proud of my mass murder baby.
... Vending machine? Lady, you have interesting priorities.
CRICKET BAT!
Wait! AJ's human body feels pain? How?
Please make Five swallow the fish like in the comics! Please, please, please, please.
The dancers are just like
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I LOVE FIVE! The lengths this little killer will go for his family are unbelievable, nobody should ever doubt his love and devotion for them ever again.
This whole murder scene was incredible and Five's obvious glee made it even better. FEAR HIM!
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Jesus, Klaus is so afraid of being possessed that he's afraid to sleep and Ben just mocks him? 😘💋 I get that this is supposed to be a funny 'brothers messing with each other' kind of thing but Klaus feels so unsafe that it makes me uncomfortable. What happened to you, Ben, when did you become so dark? You were the nice one!
Ben just getting closer and closer every time Klaus closes his eyes just gave me Doctor Who flashbacks.
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"I hate your face" "I hate all of you" - Don't say that boys! You know you love each other.
Ok, Ben has a point. I'm actually liking this conversation. And I'm liking that Klaus is starting to understand his brother.
Ok, this is such a brother conversation. And Klaus constantly pretending not to know who Jill is 😆
Ground rules... Well, at least it's consensual now. That's something. See? Communication works.
Damn, the tension at the lunch table cut be cut with a knife. I'm scared what Carl is going to do.
Ray and Allison have a lovely relationship but I finally identified the problem, the tension I was feeling between since them a few eps back. It's not about Allison's secrets at all, is about Ray being so obsessed with his crusade that he completely overlooks Allison's feelings, he only pays attention to her when they are on the page about the mission. He sees her powers and his first thought is 'we could use this for the cause', Allison is clearly distressed and sad and even says she doesn't feel well and all he can think about is the damn JFK meeting. He's not a bad person and he's not doing it on purpose but he has a workaholic one-track mind that could easy turn into neglect for Allison. He clearly loves her and I'm rooting for them so much but I know that if asked to choose between Allison and his cause, he'll pick his cause.
So Five is done with the killing. I figured this might weigh on his conscience, it's one thing to kill for a greater good or survival, coldly and detached, it's another thing to slaughter for selfish reasons (even if his selfish reasons are a greater good).
Handler going all mom on him and wiping his face. 😆
"What I did today, I did for my family" -we know, baby, and they better respect you for it. You love then so much.
90 minutes??? Wtf, I knew Handler would try to screw Five over but that's just cruel, she's forcing him to uproot the family without even giving them time to say goodbye and that's even IF he can get to all of them on time.
It's not a name, you idiots. Also, that's Olga, not öga.
Don't harass the poor woman... Oh God, you guys are such morons... Diego, you dramatic little bitch...
"Wrong number. Have a lovely day" 🤣🤣🤣
I love the new dumbass buddy cop dynamic between Diego and Luther. This is the sort of positive brotherly dynamic they always should have had instead of being pitted against each other all their lives.
"you have some blood on you" "a lot of blood, actually. Five, what did you do?" -the casual, mildly annoyed way they ask is hilarious, if they knew what he did they'd be horrified (and possibly impressed).
Handler's militaristic chic dress is fabulous. I personally don't like it very much (or the message it sends) but it's haute couture and incredibly designed. Also, the bleached hair is back!
"any questions?" And then she leaves without listening. Power move 😏
Luther trying to comfort Diego like the dork he is. 🤣
Really though, I feel bad for Diego, and Five is under so much pressure that I don't blame him for snapping.
"I'm shy" -are you, Klaus? Are you really? You keep walking around in underwear in front of dozens of people, you're not shy.
So is Klaus lactose intolerant?
Ok, so far the possession thing is not as bad as some people were claiming. So far.
"stay focused" *giggle* -oh Ben, you dork 😆
Ahah, Ben enjoying all the different sensory stimuli. Adorable. He's just so happy, poor boy.
Dirt angels. SO CUTE ❤️
I know this all supposed to be cute and all but it would also be a perfect moment for Ben for experience Klaus's powers (the constant hauntings) as well as his addiction and the claustrophobic expectations of the cult. It would be an excellent chance to make Ben understand why Klaus is the way he is, seeing as Klaus is making a huge effort (and sacrifice) to do the same for Ben. Unfortunately, I don't see that happening because I think they want to keep this part about Ben.
By end of season 1 Klaus cried that people still didn't take him seriously, his compassion despite all his suffering made him likeable and deep, but this season he's back to being the family joke, I don't like that there's no resolution to that. But let's see where this goes, I'm getting ahead of myself.
Oh God, Carl's talk is freaking me out.
"who I am is not a disease" -very powerful LGBT+ statement considering it's the 60s!!!!
Oh, the blackmail...
Everybody keeps expecting Vanya to explode every time she gets emotional but this scene proves how much control she truly has. Respect!
Oh, finally Claire is mentioned! I've been rather upset that Allison hasn't mentioned her daughter even once this season (does Ray even know he has a stepdaughter?) seeing as most of her arc in season 1 revolved around her love and guilt over Claire.
Luther is right when he says they don't get live formal lives because they are special but Allison is even more right when she says that's not fair. This is why this family needs to stick together and love each other, they are the only ones that can really understand each other's struggles.
"hope" -Luther, you really are such a sweet summer child.
OH! I CAN FINALLY SEE ALLISON'S SCAR! The lighting in this scene makes it really obvious. Finally.
Ben and the strawberry. 🤣
"you're different today. You're dorkier" ah! First time anyone called Ben 'Sassy' Hargreeves dorky.
Oh Ben, you're adorable... Wait, "smell your hair"? What the fuck, Ben? You weirdo.
Holy crap! Jill is really forward, isn't she? Hippies, man.
Ben stuttering! 😆🤣 He died a virgin, didn't he?
It's funny but please tell me he isn't actually considering that in his brother's body...
Wait, did Klaus slap him because he doesn't want to have sex or because he's trying to stop Ben from ruining his own chance by saying too much?
Actually, I'm almost sure it's the second one, Klaus is playing wingman on his own body!
WHAT????
Ok so Ben IS a virgin but "you, me and Keechie"? What the fuck, Klaus? You slept with the fanatical crybaby and your brother's crush????
"Klaus, you're so filthy!" "Yes, you are, daddy." -Ben, this girl is not right for you. Run, boy!
AHAHAHAH ASDFGDDGGHSGSGASFHDBKDIS 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 DIEGO CALLING HIM DADDY!
Wait, AJ can speak without the body/suit/whatever?
Handler is going a little bit fascist dictator, isn't she?
Gotta admit, Handler really is such a mom in her own twisted way.
Ben giggling when he talks to Diego. Cute.
"Luther sniffs Dad's underwear" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
AWWWWWWWW, BEN AND DIEGO! THE CHILDHOOD HIJINKS! THE HUG!
GOD, THE HUG! ❤️
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I need all the siblings hugging Ben now!
"you stay in this body, we need someone responsible behind the wheel" -Diego, I understand what you mean given the situation, but you playing obvious favorites between your brothers when free will and body autonomy are on the line is a little creepy.
"no one is insignificant" -that line is so loaded when used on Vanya.
Oh no, Vanya and Five playing the blame game is so bad... They used to be so close... They are both under so much pressure, this won't end well.
Oh boy, Five looks like he's on the verge of crying and Vanya sees that! I bet that's why she backed down. 😲😢
The Lila and Diego conversation is heartbreaking without even trying...
Is that Elliot? Is Diego burying Elliot because nobody else will? Diego really does have a heart of gold.
Don't drinkit! I'm pretty sure Lila is drugging you.
Yup, there it is.
What is she planning?
Once again, it's all about the movement with Ray.
"I would take my one year with you over a lifetime with anybody else." 😭 Oh Ray ❤️
But I get the feeling this won't end so easily.
There it is, the Swedes just arrived. And the smart assholes went right for Allison's throat.
You don't need the coffee can, Sissy. The Hargreeves are loaded.
Sissy, hurry up.
BEN, YOU ARE SUCH A 90s KID!!! So the Backstreet Boys are Ben's fault, God, I love this dork 🤣
Come on, Allison, you can fight better than this!
Good girl!
Klaus and Ben running and fighting each other at the same time 😆
Holy shit, that is some Exorcist level vomiting!
Poor Klaus, I totally get Ben's side in this (pretty sure he was trying to save Klaus by getting him to Five ASAP) but this whole thing made me mildly uncomfortable. Klaus just keeps sacrificing for everyone and nobody respects his boundaries.
Holy shit, Allison! That is so cruel! I like it though, so ruthless and vicious. 😈
Problem- Allison can't just leave Ray with a white corpse in the house. Especially not in Texas, death penalty and all.
Oh Sissy, you dumbass. You're a sweetheart but also a dumbass.
Ok, Lila is pretty insane. That's for sure.
Five:
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"I don't want to hurt you" - well, Vanya warned them.
My baby is getting really good with her powers.
I hope that hit to the head doesn't give Vanya her memory back, that's so cliché and convenient, or would be really bad writing.
SHIT IS HITTING THE FAN. I'm dying to see more!!!!!!
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Destiel Chronicles
(Vol. VII)
It was a love story, from the very beginning.
(4x22)
You have to stop it.
We have to stop it.
Hello my dear Fandom!! How are you feeling?
Ok, this is the last volume from season 4!!!!
In this one, I will talk about 4x22 LUCIFER RISING. And how our beautiful angel fell for follow his heart.
Thanks to my friend @agusvedder for the gifs you will find in this meta!
Let's start.
I'm sorry again.
Dean and Sam were separated, after a very heated fight. Dean was so worried, and he didn't know if he should call his brother or not. Bobby felt he needed to convince Dean... then... He appeared in the green room.
There was Zachariah and Castiel again in the background. Obedient. Silent.
ZACHARIAH: Lilith has to break it. She's the only one who can. Tomorrow night -- midnight.
DEAN: Where?
ZACHARIAH: We're working on it.
DEAN: Well, work harder.
ZACHARIAH: we'll do our job. You just make sure you do yours.
DEAN: Yeah, and what is that, exactly? If I'm supposed to be the one that stops her, how? With the knife?
ZACHARIAH: All in good time.
DEAN: Isn't now a good time?
ZACHARIAH: Have faith.
DEAN: What, in you? Give me one good reason why I should.
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Here... Dean having faith was something new. But he didn't have faith in these manipulative angels, these heartless robots with a fancy deathly mission. He had learn to have faith in Cas. But now... Listening to Zachariah repeating the what Dean had swore in the middle of desperate situation... He remembered who made him say it...
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... and Can knows too. It was him. He swore that time, because Castiel's manipulation learned in Heaven. And he feels guilty. Friends doesn't do that... But... Are they even friends?
The second time Castiel and Dean saw each other in the green room, was when Dean did this symbolic call...
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Dean makes an angel fall LITERALLY, and immediately after that, look who appears behind him. You can't be subtle with this scene, they are showing us that DEAN MADE CASTIEL FALL, LITERALLY FALL, FOR HIM. But in the fall... The angel breaks... And that's the thing that will occur with CAS.
The third time Castiel appears is when Dean was trying to communicate with Sammy, using his cell phone... Cas went to him... To make a kind of apology... Parallel with that scene in 14x19 when Dean was praying and he appeared at the instant.
DEAN What are you gonna do to Sam?
CASTIEL: Nothing. He's gonna do it to himself.
DEAN: What's that supposed to mean?
(CASTIEL looks down)
Oh, right, right. Got to toe the company line. Why are you here, Cas?
CASTIEL We've been through much together, you and I. And I just wanted to say, I'm sorry it ended like this.
DEAN "Sorry"?
Castiel wanted to talk with Dean, even knowing they were watching. He knew there was something between them. Maybe friendship? Camaraderie? He didn't know what name use for this... And he was saying I'M SORRY AGAIN. Maybe not knowing why. He even had said that to Anna. And she had said to him he didn't sorry. Because he couldn't feel. Well... Now it was different... It really was...
Seeing through you
Castiel could feel in the air Dean was trying to drag him to him. And his words were intoxicating for the angel's heart. That rebellious way to find your own path. Free will. So bright, so forbidden.
CASTIEL Try to understand -- this is long foretold. This is your...
DEAN Destiny? Don't give me that "holy" crap. Destiny, God's plan... It's all a bunch of lies, you poor, stupid son of a bitch! It's just a way for your bosses to keep me and keep you in line! You know what's real? People, families -- that's real. And you're gonna watch them all burn?
And there it was again. Castiel trying to resist it and Dean fighting against orders. He could understand what Dean was saying... He knew it. It was his doubts talking again to him.
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Why is Castiel saying this?? Is he seeing through Dean? Certainly he is. But... He needed to invalidate what Dean was trying to show him. He needed to low down all that Bright Lights coming from this man. He was offering something forbidden and dangerous. Free Will, rebellion. No, he couldn't. He needed to stop that. So he used this. Those hard words to make this human to shut up. To make him understand something not even he, an angel, believe. But he was a soldier. He had to obey. So yes. There's nothing there worth to be saved.
And Dean, he knows all those words are true, he knows it. And he is loosing hopes, but he keeps fighting, he knows Castiel is the only one there who can help him... He helped him once... He knows it... He feels Castiel is different...
CASTIEL: In paradise, all is forgiven. You'll be at peace. Even with Sam.
Here... Castiel look to a side... Because he knows that's a lie. He is lying. And lying to himself too...
So Dean looks for Castiel gaze again... He needed to look at him in the eye. Beacuse these two talk with their eyes. Since they first met. And Dean was honest here...
DEAN: You can take your peace... and shove it up your lily-white ass. 'Cause I'll take the pain and the guilt. I'll even take Sam as is. It's a lot better than being some Stepford bitch in paradise. This is simple, Cas! No more crap about being a good soldier. 
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He turned Castiel around brusquely. HE WANTED MAKE CASTIEL SEE THE REALITY. TURN HIM BY HIS SIDE. He needed him to see. NOT MORE CRAP ABOUT TO BEING A GOOD SOLDIER.
Why you didn't help me???? Dean was pushing him again, pushing him to that dangerous path, to get close again to him.
DEAN: You know it! You were gonna help me once, weren't you? You were gonna warn me about all this, before they dragged you back to Bible camp. Help me -- now. Please.
CASTIEL: What would you have me do?
He is doubting again... This human... This man...
DEAN: Get me to Sam. We can stop this before it's too late.
CASTIEL: I do that, we will all be hunted. We'll all be killed.
Castiel knows the consequences, he has a lot to lose. A lot.
DEAN: If there is anything worth dying for... this is it.
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Gif credit @magnificent-winged-beast
Look at this... At Castiel's face... The doubt... The fight inside him. The whirlwind in his mind. He can lose everything, he will fall if he follows this man. Is the most important moment in his life. Thai decision would change everything... And he can't do that. He just can't...
DEAN: You spineless... 
(DEAN turns and walks away) 
…soulless son of a bitch. What do you care about dying? You're already dead. We're done.
CASTIEL: Dean...
Castiel is in pain... Because he had disappointed Dean. But he is asking a lot from him.
DEAN: We're done!
And Castiel flew away.
The intensity of this scene is huge. And Castiel's inner fight, so painful and hard. Dean was pushing him as always... Castiel knew Dean was right... He just needed to make the hardest decision in his ancient life...
We have to stop it
Then... Suddenly...
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Castiel decided, he chose free will, he chose to die for humans, to die for the Winchester. To die for Dean.
And the huge amount of sexual tension in this scene is irresistible.
Dean is aroused. Look at his face, he is amazed, he is afraid, but at the same time... He is enchanted again. He can't with himself and he drops his eyes to Castiel's lips... Yeah... Sexually aroused. The power coming from Castiel, is too much to handle. And he is helping him??? He understands the sign Cas makes him with his eyes. Yes. He is helping him. He chose him.
Dean watches in awe how Castiel draws on the wall a sigil with his own blood. So quickly, the hunter couldn't even react. Then Zachariah arrives and Castiel send him to somewhere...
And remember 4x03 the time traveling? When Cas repeated at him once and once and again YOU HAVE TO STOP IT.
And then again in 4x21 Cas said again: YOU WILL STOP HIM.
And now In this episode 4x22 Zachariah said to him YOU WILL STOP HIM.
It was always DEAN, AND JUST DEAN, THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN STOP WHEREVER TAHT IS? DEMON? LUCIFER? Well... He isn't alone anymore...
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Now is a WE. WE HAVE TO STOP HIM. YOU AND ME. THE TWO OF US. From that moment on, Dean wouldn't be alone anymore, the WINCHESTERS won a loyal Ally.
And Dean maybe isn't so conscious about what had he done... He made an angel fell for him. For his insistence. For showing him the brightness of free will.
I thin the amazement for Dean about this angel haven't finished yet... Because when they arrived to Chuck's place... This is what happened...
CHUCK: Yeah, but you guys aren't supposed to be there. You're not in this story.
CASTIEL: Yeah, well...
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Look at Dean's face... He is surprised beacuse Castiel's words. And he feels admiration for him. He sacrifice everything for them. And that's priceless for Dean.
Then he made another sacrifice when the Archangel arrives...
CASTIEL: It's the Archangel!
(to DEAN)
I'll hold him off! I'll hold them all off! Just stop Sam!
Yes he gave his own life...
"If there is anything worth dying for... this is it."
Dean words stayed in Castiel's heart for ever.
To conclude.
Castiel's fall with his prelude in early episode, had a intense resolution.
Dean persistence and heart speech helped Castiel to chose him and humanity over his own family.
The communication between Dean and Cas had always been his eyes... And @agusvedder wanted to share with you this observation, and that would explain the amount of gazes between Dean and Cas... The eyes are the mirrors from the souls. And Destiel was always about that. About watching at each other's hearts and souls with their eyes.
From this moment on, Castiel become the Winchesters's angel. He took a new mission. And he will show to these two men his loyalty is gold.
Thanks for read this meta, I c-u soon in the next volume starting season 5!!
C-u!! 😘💕💕
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If you want to read the previous volumes, the links are here:
Vol. I/Vol. II/Vol. III/Vol. IV/Vol. V/Vol. VI
Buenos Aires April 16th 2019 9:19 PM
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Double Moons - Default Replacement Mod
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“One small step for simmers, one giant leap for Murf!“
I’ve always wanted something like this in my game, and my 2018 New Years Resolution is to learn to make new things, so here we are: double moons for y'all to use in whatever world you want! :D
Jupiter and Callisto
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There’s phases included for those of y’all with Supernatural Lunar Phases turned on.
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(HD view here)
Included is a 2000 and 4000 size file - the pics show only the 4000, which is effing huge in the sky -- you have zoom all the way out to see it all.
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So, yeah, you get choices in case you want it to appear that your worlds closer (4000) or farther away (2000) from the crap in the sky.
Saturn and Iapetus
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Included again is a 2000 and 4000 size file - the pics show only the 4000 flavor, which is effing huge in the sky -- you have zoom all the way out to see it all.
Here’s the only picture I took of 2000:
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There’s phases included too for those of y’all with Supernatural Lunar Phases.
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(HD view here)
For Saturn I converted a Skyrim moon replacement mod - I edited out the Earth from all the phases, and I changed the colors because I’m gaudy like that. Then I added Iapetus because reasons. :P
You only need the Basegame for this mod to work -- though you won’t be able to use any of the lunar phases without the Supernatural EP, just the Full Moon. Which is the best phase anyway, so who cares!
This will conflict with any mod that alters all these files:
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YOU CAN ONLY USE ONE FILE AT A TIME.
Download 2000 & 4000-size moons (package files): SimFileShare
Download (beta version) 1000-size moons: https://murfeelee.tumblr.com/post/170633556094/so-murfeelee-asked-if-anyone-had-tried-out-her
And as a little something extra, I decided to make this post double (lol) as....
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Welcome to Murf’s School of Crap and Crap-Making!
School Motto: Prepare to be tortured! For Science!
Lesson #12: Jumping Over EA’s Moons to Make Your Own!
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I dunno about y’all, but I have never seen this done before; people making multiple moon replacement mods rather than just one. So I figured I’d walk those interested through the process -- though really it’s barely any different from making the zillion other moon replacement mods already out there.
All you need is S3PE and a .dds texture image program (GIMP/Paint.net/etc).
You can download EA’s moon textures in the MTS thread here.
Ready? Here we go!
So what you do is open up the EA textures in an image program -- on this new godawful Windows 10 Dell laptop I haven’t secured a pirated copy of Photoshop yet, so I’m settling on GIMP for the interim (which in my limited experience has been a piece of crap with DDS files. So I have to use Paint.net in order to make the dds properly, but yeah, I’m using GIMP right now).
So open EA’s textures -- start with the full moon one (especially for y’all without the SN EP).
Though this tutorial only covers making Twin/Double moons, it works for adding however many moons you freaking want.
And it doesn’t even need it to be round/moon-shaped!
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Pi in the Sky. Cuz I’m a little snot, that’s why! :P
(If you’re somehow desperate for Pi in the Sky, you can DL the beta version here -- there are no phases included, and it’s pink. Cuz of course. :P)
Size In DDS Layers
The key is to have your image fit inside the limits of EA’s default full moon.
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If your image is too big and goes over the moon’s edges, you’ll end up with the BS cropping I initially suffered through:
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Again: It doesn’t matter what image you use, as long as it fits within EA’s moon.
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My Steps
This is nothing new for y’all familiar with making regular moon replacements. I just wanted to show how I do it in GIMP, cuz alpha channels in GIMP confused THE EFF out of me with all their Floating Anchor BULLSH!TE and I could barely find any help online navigating this nonsense.
I did each of the moons separately, then pasted them together when I was done. So I’m only gonna walk through making one of the moons, not both - same steps y’all.
Start with opening one of EA’s moon phase images, then open your first moon you want to use. Make sure they’re the same size this time. It’ll look like this:
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Now Hide the custom moon layer, and go into the Channels tab. Where it says Alpha Channel, right-click it and select Channel to Selection.
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The little marching ants dotted lines will move around the image, so you’re good.
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Go back to the Layers tab, and this time Hide EA’s moon and Show your custom moon, so you see the marching ants on yours.
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Now right-click your custom moon’s Layer and select Add Layer Mask. It’ll give you a bunch of options -- choose Selection.
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Wash Rinse Repeat for your second moon, arrange the two of them however you want on the canvas, then Merge the Layers together into one.
And remember -- when you’re done you have to rescale everything so they fit together within the frame of EA’s full moon.
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The texture resolution quality is gonna BAIL on you, so you’ll need to use stuff like Sharpen and Contrast, in order to bring back some of the original quality.
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It’s a bit tedious cuz you have to do this for every effing phase (7 phases -- the New Moon one stays clear cuz duh).
When you’ve got your phase finished, and you’re ready to save it as a DDS file, there’s an issue. In Photoshop and Paint.net, what you see is what you get when you save a file. DDS files need their dimensions to be multiples of 256 or whatever -- 256x256, 512x512, 1024x768, 2048x2048, etc. Try any other multiples, and things like TSRW will crash on you -- quickly.
So here comes GIMP when you try to save a dds image with a transparent background: rather than just saving the image as it is, GIMP will for whatever reason wrap around the actual image, not the whole canvas. So when you save it, if your image is only 325x418 on a 512x512 canvas, then 325x418's the dimensions GIMP’s gonna save your dds as -- WHICH IS BAD!!!
I have ZERO clue how to fix this issue, so what I’ve done is save the images as a PNG, since GIMP saves them with the transparency and dimensions just fine. Then I open the png in Paint.net, and export it out as a DTX5 dds.
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THERE! Boom! The precious time lost scratching my frikkin head over GIMP’s strange way of dealing with Alphas!
Size In-Game
Now as you can see, your finished moons are gonna be however many multiple times smaller than EA’s moon, even if you use 512x512 dimensions rather than EA’s standard 256x256.
You fix this in the SkyCommon.ini file that alters the Moon Radius parameters.
(S3_1F886EAD_00000000_5E20253AF53E517F_Tunable Parameters Related to Sky%%+_INI.ini)
Find EA’s in something like C:\Program Files (x86)\Electronic Arts\The Sims 3\GameData\Shared\NonPackaged\Ini.
Import it right into S3PE, right-click it, and click Notepad, so you can edit it.
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The only thing you need to touch is where it says Moon Radius = 200. Increase the number and the moon looks bigger in-game. Decrease the number and the moon size gets smaller.
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If you’re squeezing all these moons into your dds, and you’ve got like 2 moons that are 10x smaller than EA’s moon, then you should increase 200 to 2000 -- that’s my mindset.
Whatever number you choose, when you’re happy click Save and exit out of Notepad, and it’ll ask you “Resource has been updated.  Commit changes?“ so click Yes. Then Save your package again.
So that’s the whole size & texture thing. ^_^
The Glow Thing
You‘re gonna have to modify EA’s Moon Glow texture so that it’s perfectly transparent.
(EA’s default one is included in the MTS post here. I included the clear one I modified in the DLs.)
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Otherwise you’ll end up with this hot mess:
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I tried to do The Most and actually make a real edit of the glow -- but it was actually The Least. U_U
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Just freaking get rid of it, whatever.
So yeah, when you’re done, just open up S3PE and Import in all of the .dds textures, plus the .ini. S3PE will then auto-generate a _KEY file for you, just leave it. Save your work as a package file, and that’s it!
Now go forth and do the moon walk! (^0^)/
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Prompts: “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry” & “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me” & “Why are you so nice to me” - Prompt Lists  
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Tears had long since stained your cheeks, but where the sobs had once wracked your body you now found yourself plagued instead with an eerie silence unlike any other. You had been friends with Elena, Bonnie and Caroline for as long as you could remember, and you had been at their sides throughout every supernatural event so far, despite your now differing status of being the only true human other than Matt; but it seemed as though none of that mattered now.
You didn’t like their plan. It was clear to you that every time you tried to get some upper hand on whatever evil you were against someone would make a move that would bring someone worse into the midst, and while you of course wanted your friends to have a chance at a normal human life, this promise of a cure held more uncertainty than you were comfortable with. Heck, even Kol Mikaelson, of all people, had warned you all against pursuing this Silas character, and while you didn’t trust him, you did know that if he feared what was to come, so should you.
But your friends did not see it that way, and when you made your thoughts known, when you finally spoke out against their plan, they were quick to not only dismiss you, but accuse you of neither caring nor really being involved in their matters; saying you were selfish and only looking out for yourself.
Their words had hurt more than you had expected, but what shocked you most of all was just how quickly they had turned on you. Your three best friends in the world had no problem accusing you of working with Kol, of working against them, and while Damon was surprisingly silent on the matter, you almost wished he had been involved, if only so you could put the blame on him and not the people that meant the most to you.
It had been over an hour since you had stormed out of the Salvatore house, and you had been anxiously hoping that one of your friends might realize their mistake ever since. So, when you heard a gentle knocking on your front door, hope sprung forth and you were rushing to the door without a care for your chaotic state. Opening the door with trepidation and fear, your hopes were instantly dashed when your sights came across a timid and shy Stefan Salvatore instead.
“Hey,” he broke the silence with a small smile, sympathy shining through his eyes without any hint of restraint. “Can I come in?”
Stepping aside to let him pass, you frowned when an amused smile played on his lips for a moment as he gestured to the doorway with a finger before looking at you with a questioning gaze. He hadn’t been to your place before, you realized suddenly, in fact, you had never actually told him where you lived, having usually only seen him at either his home, Elena’s or the Mystic Grill.
“Right, sorry,” you spoke softly, your voice cracking at the first sounds to escape your throat since the heart wrenching sobs from earlier. “Come on in.”
With a grateful nod, he entered with ease, his eyes flickering over the décor, taking in every little detail of the house, curiously absorbing the information that came from every picture and decoration. Guiding him into the lounge room, you lead him to the couch, sitting opposite him in an arm chair somewhat awkwardly. Yes, you had known him for years now, and yes, you would happily call him your friend, but you hadn’t actually had all that much one on one time with the younger Salvatore, you realized, and having him, and him alone, in your house was rather more peculiar than you had expected.
“So,” he began once more, eyes focusing on you as he attempted to read the emotions you were hastily attempting to push away. “I, uh, I heard about earlier,” he admitted with a sigh.
A matching sigh fell from your lips, and your mask slipped away. “You here to tell me how selfish I’m being too?” you asked begrudgingly.
Stefan’s brows furrowed as a clear state of bewilderment overtook his features. Leaning forward in his chair, his hands clenched onto one another as he watched you carefully. “Why would I do that?” he asked in confusion.
“Oh please,” you rolled your eyes, trying not to let the pain from your earlier fight show, attempting to appear stronger and more confident than you felt. “I’ve already had Caroline yell at me, Elena tell me I’m being selfish, Bonnie tell me I’m not being supportive and Damon, actually, surprisingly Damon was very quiet on the matter,” you tilted your head in consideration, propping your elbow on the arm of your chair and letting it hold your head up.
Seeing Stefan nod at your words, your curiosity was peaked, and, with a pointed look, he began to explain. “He’s actually the one who called me and told me what happened,” he admitted with a hesitant smile.
“So, why are you here?” you asked in an exasperated tone. “Because if it’s to get me to apologize for pointing out the bleeding obvious to the others-”
“You don’t owe them an apology,” Stefan interrupted, waving his hands in dismissal of your words as he stood once more. Making his way over to your chair, he sighed as he sat on the armrest, a determined, albeit somewhat tired, expression on his face as he looked down at you. “As much as I wish it weren’t true, you’re probably right about the cure. These things always come with a cost, and none of us have taken that into account, other than you of course,” he pointed out, wrapping an arm comfortingly around your shoulder, tracing calming patterns against your forearm.
“Then what did I do wrong?” the question slipped out of your lips before you had a chance to stop it; a hint of the desperate sadness and vulnerability you felt within seeping out.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he sighed tiredly, pulling you into his chest as his hand continued to rub soothing motions against your arm. It was odd how comfortable his hold was, not only because of the odd position in which you sat, but the fact that you had never actually been that close with him before. Yet, despite the oddity that played on your mind, you felt an abyss of adoration at the gesture.
But as comforting as it was to have him at your side, your mind refused to release you from the negative thoughts that were plaguing you. You had been friends with Elena, Caroline and Bonnie since you were all children, and never had they treated you like this before. Usually you were the peace maker, the one standing in the middle of whatever feud was going down and trying to make the parties involved see reason, you had never actually been the one involved in a fight, and that terrified you. But what was worse was that they refused to give you the time of day, they wouldn’t let you explain your stance, or hear anything you had to say; they were resolute in their anger and animosity, and you didn’t know if you could come back from that.
A single tear made its way to the corner of your eye and you hurriedly brushed it away, not wanting Stefan to see how fragile you were in that moment. You had tried to be strong for every battle, every new foe you had to face, you couldn’t let that mask slip away now when he was trying to show you such incredible kindness. But he did notice your rushed movement which was made clear when he pulled away from you enough to face you properly. “Please don’t cry, I can’t stand to see you cry,” he spoke softly, pleadingly, as his thumb traced over your cheek, catching another tear as it made its run for freedom.
“Why are you so nice to me?” you sighed, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch, curiosity mixing with the utter gratefulness you felt at his kindness.
“Because you’re you,” Stefan shrugged, struggling to grasp an actual answer for you. “You’re kind and helpful, you’re always there whenever someone needs you, you’re just… you…” he trailed off, looking down at you in wonderment.
He had never really questioned it before, but in that moment, he couldn’t stop the questions from running through his mind. After all the chaos and madness that he and his brother had brought with them to Mystic Falls, you had stayed loyal to your friends, you had never backed down from a fight, and you had worked, perhaps harder than anyone, to figure out a solution for every drama that had come to meet you. How the others could see anything but that, he had no idea.
He had always known you were different, that you held a special place in his heart unlike any of the rest of the group, but as his heart seemed to clench at the thought of you in tears, realization dawned on him, and, as he often did when he was around you, he found himself speaking his thoughts without hesitation. “I think I’m in love with you,” he admitted, his brow furrowed in concentration, “and that scares the crap out of me.”
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Spoiler alert: If you haven’t seen and are interested in seeing the movie, “altered states” without knowing the outcome, this kinda sorrrrta gives it away... read at your own discretion.)
Oh no... altered states. Well, it is Saturday night, so I guess it’s ok...
William hurt..... what? He hurt, a goat, by eating it alive, while he was a caveman, in this movie from 1980. Ok, he didn’t. His character did though. professor Edward Jessup did all that craziness, just to find himself.
I was younger, so I didn’t see it in the theater, but holy crazy fish behind him, peyote tea and native men’s spit and his blood drinking shit! This movie, is freaky fantastic! William hurt and Blair Brown? Awesome. And my favorite, his red headed bearded friend from “hill street blues” that screams at him the entire movie. I think that he has screamed in every movie I’ve ever seen him in... wait! I have to look up his name.... please hold... ok, he’s got a really cool name. He’s Charles Maurice Haid III. That’s badass! He’s a 3rd! Not of a man, he is a 3rd generation him! That’s cool! I mean that sincerely. I’m up to the 6th or 7th version of myself. We all develop and evolve over time. But in this movie, William Hurt did not evolve. He devolved. Look:
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This is what happens when you don’t move with your personal evolution. Not so pretty. No offense to him, or the actor double. But you become, insane, and upset with other drivers on the road with you, or, in this case, turn into a Neanderthal, break into a zoo, and eat a goat. It shows up differently in us all. For me, it’s the feeling of being stuck, and stifled in my present life situation, usually having to do with my creativity.
I was an actor/singer/performer for around 20 years. It was a thing I did, and will always be a part of the whole of me. Then, after my son was born, I ventured into the world of interior design, first apprenticing a tad, and then, jumped straight in with both feet. Then, I did all kinds of things to try to avoid my creative performance roots. I drew, I danced (a form of performance I love, but professionally? Not stretchy, strong or versed enough...) but, I loved it just the same, and dickered with the idea of being a teacher of an aspect of it. All of these things I say to tell you, the reader, that I am lost, like a lot of people feel. I am a woman who left a whole host of things I have once done, in disappointment, and am now once again, reevaluating my place in society, and the world as a whole.
When I was in high school I secretly always wanted to be an actor. Well, not so secrectly to some, but I got rejected for the first audition I took in high school. It was “the wiz”. They took one look at me, and I was a no. I never auditioned for any plays after that in high school. I am a pretty resolute person. Also, fairly pig headed about rejection. “Oh, you don’t want me?! Well then... bye!” As long as I can remember, I’ve always been like that.
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So yeah, I’m kinda a scaredy-cat. Cause rejection hits me hard. So hard sometimes I can’t look back at it easily. Somehow I got back into acting. I think it was due to a conversation I had with a good friend named bob. He helped me get back into the game, after spending 2 years in my home, hiding.
I started my career slowly, but I worked steadily. The jobs were good, some more fun than others, but somewhere deep inside I’d me never felt satiated with just one thing. I was pretty envious of people who worked in their jobs, for years, feeling good that they chose the right path. I felt pretty much like an outsider most of my life. And sometimes it’s really hard to blend in, when your beliefs dictate otherwise. Looking back I’m pretty sure I was the reason for my demise everywhere, with my attitude about what I was doing, but regret doesn’t serve anyone, so I’m deciding to look back more neutrally these days. It was was it was, and it’s gotten me to where I am, and who I’ve become, now.
Professor Edward Jessup was a professor of psychology in the movie, “altered states”. I toyed with the idea of becoming a sexologist (not a joke) for a brief stint. I had a great professor in college that was encouraging, and one himself. I knew, deep down, that I would be bored, even though sex was cool, but performing is what I wanted to do ever since I was little. But as you grow, you evolve, and change, and become more, and different even if you decide to do the same thing you’re whole life.
I’m a semi restless person sometimes. I get bored easily. I want more, and fun, always if I can help it. I’ve just become this more recently, the “demanding of fun” part. Cause I figure it’s important to be that way, for me, and everyone around me on a daily basis. And fun, can lead to great ideas. So I write now. I write a ton, for myself, to myself. I explore me, and how I can create the me I’ve always wanted to be. I’ve decided to look at 2020 differently. Yes, on a way it was not the greatest, but I feel like it was definitely a win for me, because I have learned the subtleties of myself; what I will accept and won’t, but also, how to still be a loving person throughout these situations. I still love and respect myself, but at the same time, all the people in which I’ve had differences of opinion, which is new for me. I’ve learned how to bring more peace to myself, in the midst of chaos. Am I perfect? Hell no, but it’s better. And that’s a promising trajectory for sure. So I’m still a scaredy-cat, but now with a semi decent coping mechanism... within myself.
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professor Edward Jessup struggled in this movie to find the essence of who he really was. He was convinced that it was a secret locked within himself that needed to be extracted with gadgets, electrodes and an isolation tank. With peyote, and mystic tribal men, chanting. In his case, he found out a lot about himself, not all great, depending on your point of view. But one thing he did find, is love. His very brilliant and patient with his nut ball self wife, the saint, played by Blair Brown. They married, he left, she left, he went insane, but she never stopped caring about him. She was there for him, during his “evolution” into a loving person.
My life, isn’t dissimilar. I’ve evolved into a more that I now can fully appreciate. I do love, and I do care, even when that love isn’t reciprocated. And I do it for others for sure, but more importantly, much like professor Edward Jessup, who was no longer by the end of this movie, for myself because I want to feel good in my life. And I’ve finally decided that that feeling of love was more important than holding on to hurt....sometimes. You’re catching me in a fairly decent, lucid mood. 😉 But love is something that can heal the lost, and find you in a much better place, if you’re willing to recognize and embrace it. His wife was a willing participant in the love, and that support pulled him through.
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Self love is where it starts, but love is a community thing, and the world of humanity is our shared community. So love is an experience better shared. With all this Covid crap, coupled with the fact that I’ve fallen out with 87% of the people in my life, I miss people. But it’s nice to know that there’s always another choice, and a chance to love. Love is universal, and love is a practice. I need more practice, but I’m getting there. I mean, it could be worse. I could be a live goat eating prehistoric man like William Hurt was. But if it does happen to me, I’ll be sure to try relish that the best I can too, cause you only live once as far as I know, so you may as well enjoy the ride, as fucked up as that would be. 🙈🤷‍♀️🤣
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Together (part one)
Summary: When Steve introduced his girlfriend to his best friend, he would have never thought that they might have already met. Modern Day AU.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2, 952
Author’s Note: Guys, I think it goes without saying that you should never cheat on anyone. Just don’t do it. I’m not exactly sure how many parts this will have, it all depends on y’all. With that being said, enjoy this angsty piece of crap. Warnings for the entire series: severe angst, cheating, unprotected sex, jealousy, lying.
Playlist: 1, 2, 3, 4
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She felt the bed shift.
The sun hadn’t yet made a break in the early morning sky, and the room was still dark; only dimly lit by the bathroom light that had just been turned on. She could hear the faucet running and the faint sound of teeth being brushed as she reached over and checked the time on her phone. The intense light of the screen made her vision blur and eyes squint. But after a few blinks, she could make out those three numbers; 5:06.
A shadow moved along the hallway walls, and she quickly placed her phone back on the bedside table and turned on her side. With her eyes clamped shut, she listened as he moved around the room, mentally picturing every action; opening the closet door, pulling a shirt from the hanger, crossing the room to the dresser, finding a pair of socks and boxers in the drawer. It was the same every morning, every day, at the same time. 
Steve wasn’t Steve without his routines; wake up, brush teeth, shower, breakfast, gym, lunch, gym, home, dinner, bed. She used to like that about him- the structure he brought to her haphazard life. 
She used to wake up with him and get and early start on her day. They used to make breakfast together, and she used to sit at the table, reading her emails while he read the paper. They’d make plans for dinner and talk about their friends, and their jobs, and they’d laugh and joke. And it used to be nice. But now she just pretended to be asleep, waiting until he left for the gym before getting out of bed. She wondered if it was wrong to do that, because, to her,  it certainly felt like a lie. Steve brought it up, too, a couple of times; always wanting to know if something was wrong, or if she was okay. Truth be told, she wasn’t even sure of the reason for the change, so she just told him that she was tired and that work was stressful.
Often, she wondered if maybe she should start again. Start trying...
Maybe it’d make things better. 
Or as her best friend, coworker, and self-proclaimed love guru, Natasha, liked to say, there was no getting better. According to the redheaded cynic, the vast majority of relationships are doomed from the start, and she should take her unhappiness as a sign that things just weren’t meant to work out with Steve. 
Some mornings, she’d look in the mirror- bare feet cold on the tile floor, hands gripping the sides of the porcelain sink- and asked herself if Natasha was right; if all of this was a sign that they weren’t meant to be. She’d ask herself if she really loved Steve, and if it’d be better to break things off than to dig herself deeper. She knew that the answer was probably ‘yes’, because if the answer was ‘no’, she wouldn’t even be asking those questions in the first place.
But then she’d remember what it was like to be together when they first started dating, and she couldn’t help but hope that one day it’d go back to that.
The subway platform was cold and damp as she waited in the crowd of a hundred people. Melting snow from the streets above had water dripping down the walls, and it smelled of musty leather and dirty shoes. Her scarf and jacket weren’t doing much to keep her warm, and she cursed herself for not grabbing her gloves before she left the house. Although, she probably wouldn’t have kept them on very long because she couldn’t use her phone while wearing them.
It was late December in New York. Christmas had come and gone, and everyone was gearing up for the new year. In the office, there was a giant board in the break room for people to write down their New Year’s resolutions; serving as a reminder to keep people on track for the first few months. Most of them were ‘eat healthy’ and ‘exercise more’, and most people would fall off the wagon before February.
Natasha was already at her desk when she got to their tiny, cluttered, shared cubicle. A red coffee cup in one hand and her cellphone in the other; her hair was curled to perfection and shined underneath the fluorescent lights; swaying softly as she turned in her desk chair. “Good morning, pretty girl.” She said with a smile. “Coffee’s on your desk.”
“Thank you,” she replied. “I didn’t have time to stop this morning.” She shrugged out of her jacket and hung it over the back of her chair before grabbing the small, cardboard cup and bringing it to her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut at the taste and warmth of the beverage. “You’re too good to me, Nat.”
“I know,” Natasha replied with her signature smirk. “How was your weekend? Did you and Steve do anything exciting for New Year’s?”
“We stayed home, had a couple glasses of champagne, and watched a movie.” She replied with her back turned to her coworker, fingers dancing over her keyboard as she logged into her computer. “I broke out that pretty, purple lace lingerie set,” Nat made a sound to let her friend know that she was still listening. “He said that he really liked it, but he didn’t want to do anything because he was too tired, and had to go to the gym in the morning.”
She could hear Natasha clicking her tongue against her teeth. 
“It’s like, we have these really good moments together,” she continued. “And most of the time, things are pretty good, but they aren’t the same. There’s no passion, or spontaneity, it’s like we don’t have fun anymore.”
“Yeah, but you guys have been together for over a year.” Nat replied, turning slightly in her chair to look at her friend. “Relationships usually change after awhile, that’s normal.”
“Nat, the last time we really had fun was Tony’s birthday.”
“But that was last May.” She replied, her green eyes widening in disbelief. 
“That’s exactly my point.”
“Speaking of birthdays,” Natasha began, finally changing the subject. “Clint’s is on Saturday, and I was thinking we could take the old man out for a few drinks, let him beat us both at darts, I might even make a cake.”
“I can do Saturday,” she replied as she marked the date on her desk calendar.
“Great!” Nat exclaimed. “He’ll really like that, I think.”
As if on queue, Clint’s head popped over the wall of their cubicle; wrinkles deep in his forehead, eyebrows raised. “Hey ladies,” he said smoothly with a slight smile. “How goes it this Monday morning?”
“Great!” Natasha answered first with a wide, sparkling smile. 
“I wouldn’t have used that much enthusiasm, but sure, it’s great.” Y/N mumbled in return, not taking her gaze off of her calendar after having noticed that it was almost two years to the day that she met Steve. Little, red hearts outlined the box that marked the day. 
She remembered that day so vividly, as if it was just yesterday; stumbling into Steve’s gym after her boss had asked her, of all people, to write an article on health and fitness after they lost their resident fitness columnist, Pietro. But Steve was so willing to help, which made her job so much easier, and even taught her a few quick workouts that she could do right in the office, which she included in her article. He also agreed to have his picture published, and advertised that those who brought in a copy of the paper would get a free one-on-one training session with him. 
After the paper was printed and distributed, Steve showed up at her office a couple of weeks later with a bouquet of roses; wanting to thank her personally for helping boost business, and asked if he could make it up to her by taking her out to dinner. She, of course, said yes and the rest was history.
“Hello?” Clint’s voice pierced through her thoughts. “Earth to Y/N! You coming to the meeting or are you just going to sit at your desk and daydream all day?”
She looked up to see Natasha and Clint both standing, waiting for her. They had a mandatory team meeting in five minutes. “Yeah, I’m coming.” She said quickly, grabbing her coffee and following her coworkers towards the conference room.
“What’s got your head in the clouds?” Nat asked under her breath as they walked side-by-side.
“Just thinking about when Steve and I first met.” She replied.
Natasha just shook her head and took her seat at the table, pulling a pen from behind her ear, and waited for the meeting to start. Her face was determined and focused, waiting to spill all of her new ideas for this week’s paper, and knowing Natasha, she had a million and one. 
After the meeting, the two went straight to work, only letting up off of their keyboards for their lunch hour. Natasha was strictly relationship advice, and had an entire bin in the mail room dedicated to letters from her fans; who were mostly women in their late 30′s to mid 40′s, wondering what to do about their lazy husband who failed to notice that she got her hair dyed. Ironically enough, they were probably the same women who showed up to Steve’s free training sessions. 
Y/N also had her own column that was rightfully called ‘Popular Now’, where she wrote about everything that was popular that week, including television shows, music, people, movies, and restaurants. Sometimes she got to go to fancy restaurant and club openings, movie premiers, and concerts. Despite her life long dream to be a front-page, investigative crime journalist, she enjoyed her job and the perks it offered. 
“You want to go grab a drink?” Nat asked, turning off her computer. She had a stack of fan mail in her hand. “We can read about all the horrible break ups that happened this past week.”
“As fun as that sounds,” Y/N began. “I have to go to the grocery store before I head home. I’m making Linguine tonight. Steve’s favorite.” She said as she shut off her desk lamp and began stuffing some papers into her bag.
“Suit yourself,” Nat replied with a shrug. “I’ll ask Clint.”
“You two have fun, then.”
The streets were overcrowded with overworked city-dwellers who were desperate to get home. The wind had picked up significantly since that morning, numbing her face as she walked through the crowd of double-breasted, suit wearing men and women who were yakking on their phones about what was for dinner. Her tights did little to keep her knees from shaking, and she started to regret her decision to walk instead of call a cab. It would have only taken longer for the latter in the stop-and-go traffic of rush hour.
She tried to call Steve once she got into the store, to make sure that there wasn’t anything else he needed added to the list, but he didn’t answer. He barely ever did. He was almost always on his phone, taking business calls from potential clients and partners. At this point she didn’t even bother leaving a message, knowing that he wouldn’t take the time to return it.
After she had made her way through the aisles with her basket, she walked towards the checkout lanes, only to find two long lines that were moving too slow. Her foot tapped idly against the floor as she waited. She glanced back at the line that was forming and caught eyes with the man standing directly behind her. He looked oddly familiar, but she shrugged him off at just being another guy with a beard and long hair, giving him a quick smile before turning back around.
He let out a low whistle and chuckled, prompting her to turn back around. “Sorry,” he mumbled as his cheeks became a shade darker and he smiled towards the ground. “I’m sorry, but I think I can die happy now.” 
Her eyebrows came together in confusion. “Why’s that?”
“Because I just saw heaven in your eyes.” He admitted with a smirk. “It’s beautiful.”
“Oh,” she blushed immediately; pulling her lips between her teeth to keep herself from smiling at the cheesiest pick-up line she had ever heard. “Thank you.” She replied quietly before turning back around to face forward. 
“I’m sorry,” he apologized again. “That was really bad.”
“Yeah, it was.” She replied and turned around to look at him once more. She knew him from somewhere. Maybe she had interviewed him once for the paper, or he could have been in a band that she had researched; he did look like that type. “I appreciate the compliment, though.”
“Wait a minute,” he asked after a few moments of silence. “You’re Y/N, right? Steve’s girlfriend.” She turned her head, eyes narrowed, wondering how he knew her name- yet alone that she was Steve’s girlfriend. “He showed me a picture of you, once. I’m Bucky.”
It finally clicked. This was Steve’s best friend that she had never met due to the fact that he was always travelling for business. She had seen his picture on their refrigerator a million times. Only, in the picture, his hair was much shorter and he was clean-shaven; wearing his uniform from when he and Steve served together. “I knew you looked familiar!” She replied with a smile now. “There’s a picture of the two of you on our fridge.”
“What a sap,” he smirked, talking about Steve. “It’s nice to finally meet the girl Steve never shuts up about. I can certainly see why now.”
She blushed, allowing her eyes to wander over Bucky. He was certainly nothing like any of Steve’s other friends; unkempt, two day old stubble, sweatpants and a hoodie like he had just crawled out of bed and ran to the store to get pre-packaged deli meat and Doritos. 
“Well this is embarrassing,” he laughed. 
She nodded in reply, and began placing her items on the conveyor belt. “It’s great to finally meet you,” she told him. “Steve says you’re always travelling for work. So how long are you in town for?”
“I actually got promoted,” he replied as he placed the divider in between their purchases. “So I’m home for good now.”
“Oh that’s great!” She exclaimed before handing her discount card to the cashier. “You should come by the apartment some time. I’m sure Steve would love to see you.”
“Yeah,” he smiled. “I will.”
She looked back at him one last time before grabbing her bags and gave Bucky a genuine smile. “I’ll see you around, then.” 
He nodded his head before the cashier asked him for his discount card. 
Steve wasn’t home when she got there, and she reveled in coming home to an empty apartment. It was so quiet; no loud football game on the television, or hour long conversations with his financial advisers about the gym. Just the sounds of boiling water, and the sizzling of shrimp in the frying pan. 
It was peaceful.
“Yeah man! It’ll be great to have you around again.” She heard the front door open shortly after she drained the noodles. The door slammed behind him, followed by the thud of his gym bag on the living room floor. “You should definitely come by soon,” Steve said loudly into his phone. He came into the kitchen and placed a kiss on the side of her cheek without saying a word and then headed up the stairs to change out of his sweat-stained clothes. “I can’t wait for you to meet, Y/N, man. You’re going to love her.”
She smiled to herself as she pushed the shrimp around in the pan one last time before shutting off the heat. Everything looked and smelled amazing, and she couldn’t wait for Steve to try it. She had the table completely set up; white wine, the nice plates that were only for when they had company, candles burning. 
“Hey babe,” he said as he stepped back into the kitchen. “That was Bucky, he’s back in town for good now, he’s going to come for dinner on Friday night.”
“That’s great, honey.” She replied, and Steve picked a plate off of the table. 
“He’s excited to finally meet you.” Steve was grinning from ear to ear. “I was thinking maybe you could invite Natasha,” he followed up as he sat the plate on the counter next to her and moved to grab a bottle of beer from the fridge. “That is if she isn’t seeing anyone. I think her an Buck would hit it off.”
“Y-yeah,” she replied with her back to him, wondering why Bucky didn’t mention their run-in at the grocery store. “That sounds like a great idea.” She placed the pot on the kitchen table with an oven mitt underneath and took her usual seat. 
Steve, still standing, hurriedly fixed himself a plate and popped a shrimp in his mouth. “Mm, this is delicious. I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to eat in the office. I have a lot of work to catch up on.” He told her quickly and dashed up the stairs.
Before she could say anything, he was already gone. She took a sip from her wine glass and sighed, staring at the dinner she had prepared. Despite how hungry she might have been before she cooked dinner, her appetite seemed to have completely vanished. She didn’t even bother to fix herself a plate, just finished her wine instead before she stood up and started putting the leftover away. 
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(this is a series, so if you’d like to be removed or added, please let me know! i have plenty of spots open. like infinity spots.) i hope you liked it! let me know what you think. 
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admiralpotato · 7 years
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Phase Transitions - Rainbow Torus Spirals (1/7)
Higher resolution versions at Ello, Imgur, Dribbble, and G+ Photos.
This animation is interesting in that shifts through the phases of the following 4 static phased animations in the set, and I think that this is super great.
I decided to start out the year with some rainbows. The images in this series draw inspiration from the solid shaded objects and the color palettes used in many of the animations created by Florian de Looij / @flrngif. Now, I'll point out that my colors were -inspired- by, and not sampled from Florian's works. I like all of my rainbow materials to be procedural, and that means that the hues are normally spaced out relatively evenly around the color wheel - at least spaced evenly in the color systems I'm used to working in. Florian's on the other hand, are not spaced evenly in HSL, but they -do- look like they may have been sampled at 45 degree increments in the Munsell Color System. The Munsell system seems to have different saturation and brightness levels for each hue around the ring, and while they look great, I'm too hung up on the absolute spatial perfection rather than the relative color perception. For my shaders, I defined my colors by doing maths on the texture coordinates on the object surface, then I took the angle relative to the center of the object, quantized it into 8 stops, and mapped it to hue, and then I bent it with an oval bias toward half of the warm and cool hues. I'd show a picture of the node network for the shader, but it's clear I have no idea wtf I was doing, so that's great.
Comparisons of the palettes can be done by dragging the images into the 3D view at RainbowSpace.
You have no idea how much of a pain in the ass it was to export these animations as GIFs that looked good, and were small enough to upload to Tumblr, and get this - to Imgur. But this is strange to me. I have to make an image smaller than 2mb for Imgur now? Yes, if I want them displayed without the flat-color-shape image quality death-sentence that is GIFv. More on that in a minute. Photoshop's "Save for web & devices" GIF export was like "Yo dawg, I see you trying to save a GIF with a solid color background there, mind if I MAKE IT A CHECKER PATTERN OF 4 COLORS THAT ARE NOT THE COLOR YOU SELECTED, AND THEN EXPLODE YOUR FILESIZE TOO? I'M ON IT!" and I was like "No, really, plz no background dither. I'll even forgive that you made a terrible mess of selecting the palette between the blues and the greens, just plz dont dither" but Photoshop was like "I'MA FIRIN' MY DITHER" and the 2mb limit was never met. For literally 8 colors and then the anti-aliasing between them - Photoshop, I'm incredibly disappointed in you. You had one job in my workflow. Export some solid color GIFs, and you let me down.
So I was like "Fck it. I'll write my own GIF batch processing scripts, with blackjack and hookers!". So I started to learn how to work with ImageMagick and GIFSicle. And I have to say, learning ImageMagick is a BTCH. Never before have I worked with a command line program where the order of arguments can mean so many completely different, unrelated, not-what-you're-looking-for results. But you know what? When I finally got it right, IT'S OUTPUT WAS F*CKING BEAUTIFUL. SUCK IT ADOBE. And then GIFSicle was there slicing 100k~300k off each image. That was awesome. Anyway, nobody else should have to suffer as much pain in figuring out ImageMagick config options as I did, so I cleaned the script up a little and decided to share it. It's probably still too focused on my own use cases, but anyone's welcome to look at it and provide suggestions.
https://gist.github.com/AdmiralPotato/cad56392d8ca8b720940059040c5e405
Okay, so, normally GIFv is relatively kind to my designs. But not this time. What's so bad about it in this particular context? Chroma sub-sampling. Turns out - the animations in this series are just large chunks of solid colors moving around. So that meant that every color edge that changed through the animation(all of them) was over 50% wrong by the looping point, and I would NOT be having any of that. So I had to make sure these GIFs were smaller than the 2MB GIFv conversion point. And I swear, if the f*cking "GIFvBot" on reddit goes and autolinks to a GIFv version of these animations, I'll... just have to laugh. And downvote it's brainless ass. This series is about an artistic process and quality, not instant gratification and bandwidth savings.
I've made a resolution to post about 2 ~ 4 new designs a month. Last year, I struggled with posting even 1 design a month because I became afraid of my animations. I would compare each of my new designs to previous designs, and say "Oh crap, this new one isn't as good as the last one I put up, I can't post this" - and that kept me from posting like 15 designs. Struggling to come up with the text to post with each image held me back from posting about 5 designs, and delayed each and every one by at least 2 hours. I'm terrified to post new images because the instant I post something with a typo, it gets reblogged with that typo in it. This year, I want to change that pattern. I can't commit to something like an everyday because then my quality would suffer, but I certainly want to be able to post more animations. And I'm willing to work toward it. For now. Who knows about tomorrow. But right now? I want to overcome those challenges really bad. So I'm going to see if I can try something new. If I feel I can't execute something to the quality level I want it, I'm going to see if I can switch up the style of that design, until it is a style that I feel I can execute adequately. Let's see how far that idea gets me.
This is design number 1 of 7 in a series named "Rainbow Torus Spirals", where the color palette and solid shaded objects were inspired by the works of Florian de Looij.
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come-join-themurder · 7 years
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"Coffee Talk" Chibs Telford x Reader (GIF isn't mine) . . . Lockdowns were the absolute worst. Too many people, too crowded, no time for yourself. You figured out real quick you had to be crafty to get time alone in a situation like that. Your solution was simple: go to sleep early and get up in the middle of the night to sneak in the kitchen, grab a cup of coffee and a snack, and crawl in the nook between the large industrial refrigerator and the pantry to read or browse the internet on your iPad. 3 or 4 am was your 8 am during these times. You had only just begun to get used to this. You hadn't been a friend of the club for long, only about eight months, but it had been a busy two-thirds-of-a-year for the Redwood boys, this was your third lock down within that time period. Everyone told you that Majoring in Spanish with minors in Russian and Irish was a bad idea and that you'd never use it. Boy were they wrong. The club paid you percentages to translate and befriend their Cartel, Mafia, and IRA contacts on their behalf. You had (in less than a year) bought a new house and a car as well as paying off your student loan debt. All in cash. Needless to say this was one profitable relationship you weren't willing to give up anytime soon, even if you did have to suffer a couple nights worth of a packed house to keep it moving along steadily. Your alarm went off at 3:30 and you rolled out of your 'bed', a cot tucked away behind the bar and a scratchy blanket, to head back to the kitchen where you'd spend the next few hours until the others began to wake and you could crawl out of your hiding spot and join the rest of the crew. You snuck into the kitchen, starting the coffee pot and hopping up on the island counter to wait for it to finish. "S'a bit early ta be 'avin' coffee innit love?" You jumped off the counter, yelping and spinning around as fast as possible to face the person whose voice just startled the crap out of you. "FUCK!" you cursed, hand clutching your heart as your chest heaved, your breathing erratic and labored. "Oi, lass. I din't mean ta scare ye," he raised his eyebrows, leaning down and pressing his palms against the counter top and looked at you, "You okay?" You took a deep breath, steadying your breathing and heartbeat as you glared at him. "Why would you do that!?" you exclaimed. "I was jus' seein' what you 'ere up to sneakin' off ev'ry mornin'," he grinned at you, his dimples making you weak. "You.... you've been watching me?" you asked him, a little shocked at the attention he must have been paying you. You'd had a thing for the Scot since you met him, but you kept it under wraps, figuring you were nowhere near the type of woman that could handle a rowdy biker like him. But It seemed currently, with the way he was looking at you, that sly grin stretched across his cheeks, that maybe he felt similarly about you as you did about him. "Aye," he breathed, his deep voice like music to your ears, "I've been watchin' ye fer a while," his smile faded and he became much more serious, a purpose behind his expression as stepped around the island, walking to your side of it and standing in front of you, his beautiful brown eyes capturing your gaze and holding it. You'd seen this look before and you recognized it. You swallowed hard, not daring to break eye contact as your palms began to sweat and your stomach did backflips. Chibs' fingers wove into yours and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze as he reached his other hand up to your face, cupping your cheek and stroking it with his thumb as he released your hand and moved to grip your waist. He leaned into you, never breaking eye contact, your heart beating so hard you thought you might puke, praying that you wouldn't. He stilled himself when he was just hairs away from your lips, so close you could feel his breath on your mouth as he panted lustfully, his gaze finally breaking away from yours to dart down to your lips. Being released from the spell his stare had you under, you closed the gap, clasping your eyes shut and pressing your lips forward into his, his fingers digging gently into your skin as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip and a low growl emanated from his chest. He pulled away from the kiss and pushed some hair behind your ear, searching your face for a sign, trying to see if the next move on his mind was going to fly. Seeing no signs of objection, he put both hands around your hips, lifting you up to the counter, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers grasping his hair and pulling his lips back to you. You opened your legs so he could settle between them while he gripped the back of your shirt, holding you tightly to him. His strong hands were holding you so firmly you didn't ever want to be let go, his tongue playing with yours as he deepened the breathtaking kiss you shared. He moves his hands to rest on your thighs and gave them a squeeze, causing an involuntary sigh to escape your mouth. He smiled against your kiss. Knowing he was laughing at you, you smiled back, continuing to kiss him. Abruptly, he pulled away from you and took a step back, causing you to snap your eyes open and look at him desperately, the loss of contact making you weak. You could tell he was thinking by how he chewed on his bottom lip and stared out at nothing. You sat there, blankly staring at his eyes and waiting for him to speak. "Lass... How 'bout after this lockdown s'over I take ye on a date?" he asked and your concern over him breaking the kiss faded, being replaced with a grin as you nodded, "I'd love to, but only if you kiss me like that again," you bit your lip and looked at him coyly. He let out a breath and his eyes filled with lust once again, "Deal," he agreed as he stepped back to you, holding the sides of your face and leaning into your lips again. The sun outside began to rise and you, all while wrapped up in Chibs' embrace, were praying for a speedy resolution to the club conflict.
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