no deposit no return

This is for @uncannycookie since I asked if they wanted anything and they requested something about Mob going with Teruki to get his ears pierced, so here it is!

But then I also found I wanted to do the entire scene and I didn’t have time to draw it all so… I wrote fanfiction for the first time in my entire life. Writing is very much not my forte so I hope I didn’t make too many mistakes. I just thought it was a cute fluffy scene. Ummm, I hope you like it! *screaming over writing*

“You didn’t have to come you know,” Teruki said as he opened the door, a bell gently chiming above them. “It’s going to be fairly quick to get done.” He held the door open for Mob before shutting it behind them, leaving behind a crisp Autumn day and becoming encased in the warm, dark interior of the shop.

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Genre: Extreme fluff for all you bitter people out there (me being included)
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Context: We were trapped in an ever-changing labyrinth run by a lich. I was desperate to escape since, being one of the few in my group who owned the Monster Manual, I knew we shouldn’t have survived this long. We just met some super shady Faerie Dragons, who were debating whether to help us escape or hinder us.

Faerie Dragons: We could help you, if we were given some sort of payment.

Me: What sort of payment?

Faerie Dragons: “Around 500 gp in art. We would also take gems, but they are of less value to us.”

Paladin: “I take out the art piece I got earlier. However, I also take out my silvered long sword and lay it down in a threatening manner.”

DM: “roll intimidation”

Paladin: “Wait what?”

DM: “roll intimidation”

Rolls extremely low

Faerie Dragons: “That art is well, worthless. That sword, however, would cover around a forth of the cost”

Paladin: “I don’t want to…”

Me: “My friend here would be more than happy to give up his sword”

Me (ooc): I take out the two gems I have

Me: “I would also be willing to give these two gems as payment”

Faerie Dragons: “Alright, those gems alone will cover the payment”

Paladin (ooc): “Alright so I won’t need to give up my sword”

DM: “The faerie Dragons swoop down and pick up the gems along with the sword”

Paladin (ooc): “What!?”

Faerie Dragons: “We’re taking the sword as a deposit. We will return it when you escape”

He hasn’t gotten it back yet, and none of us are sure he ever will.

All His - Part 5 (A Kyungsoo Series)

Genre: Fluff / Future Smut

Characters: You X Kyungsoo

Description: You are hired as an interpreter for a tour in Europe where you join forces with EXO and soon grow closer to one member in particular, Do Kyungsoo.

A/N: sometimes its best not to rush things. This still isnt over. Fixed some of my bad Tex-mex dialect to proper Spanish 😐

All His part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

The song practice dragged on. Snacks and then meals were brought in by managers and you could hear the improvement in their performance and pronunciation. After a few hours several of members called it a night, opting for sleep over yet another run through of the song. The members had decided to slip it into the acoustic portion of the concert and Chanyeol worked hard perfecting the chords on his guitar.

Eventually Junmyeon kicked everyone out of his room and you lingered close by Minseok and Kyungsoo as they made their way down the corridor. They had been discussing something and your mind wandered a bit as you followed, not close enough to eavesdrop but still very much available should either of them need you.

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Joël: I can’t sell my houseboat.
Anita: Can’t? Odd choice of word.

He looks at her. He has not yet told her about Raj, who is due out of prison at the end of the month. He wonders if Mia has gotten around to delivering the key to him yet. He’ll have to ring her up and ask her. When Anita isn’t around.

Joël: That’s right. I can’t. Because-
Anita: It doesn’t matter. I know why.
Joël: Oh, for God’s sake…No. You don’t.
Anita: Darling, I said it doesn’t matter. It was wrong of me to ask you. That wasn’t part of the deal. It’s just…the second I saw this house it was like a jolt to the heart, like I knew we’d found our home. I pictured all of us living in it, and I had this image of us all having breakfast on the patio…I could smell the toast, and the freshly brewed coffee, and I could see us watching the boats sailing across the bay and just…being a proper family at last. That’s all.
Joël: That’s all? Are you kidding me? That’s everything.

Resignation settles around his shoulders. He can ask Mia to look for somewhere else for Raj to live, hopefully she won’t mind, shit, he hopes to God she won’t mind, she’d probably do it for Raj if not for him, but then how is he going to return the thousands in rent that Naomi already deposited into his bank account, that he already gave to his mother….shit, shit, shit...

Anita: I think there’s another way I can get the money. I can probably get a loan from the Police Credit Union. In fact, I’m sure I can. I’m still an employee of the police department, after all. And the Credit Union’s interest rates are really low.
Joël: Are you sure? Because I’ll…I’ll sell the boat if you really need me to. It’s just that there’s kind of a problem-
Anita: You don’t owe me a reason, darling. I’m sorry for even putting you in that position. Now I’m going to go back and tell that smug cow of an agent that I’m buying this house. That we’re buying this house.
Joël: Then I think the rest of your family had better come with you.

Stress - Connor McDavid

in which connor calms you down

for anon

lowercase intended

word count: 1106

warnings: reader has a bit of a breakdown

a/n: born out of my hellish past two days at work. this one is really short and im so sorry; i had a tough time with it. for anyone going through anything hard, my ask is always open and i love you. i promise i’ll start putting out better content soon. anyway, bonus points if you know what song i’m referencing

Originally posted by nugent-hopkinks

you hadn’t cried this hard in a long time. work and school were overlapping horrifically and you were finally realizing how little you saw connor despite living with him. your life didn’t feel like it was yours anymore, and you were sick of it.

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‘People of the Week’ Winner Request #3



Loki Laufeyson x Reader
 I’m literally the definition of trash I’m truly sorry for  taking so long for barely sending u the request: ok so Loki x reader where ur  his personal servant everyday at noon u would go to the village near by n  secretly teach the kids to read n write one day Loki asked u were u would go  u didn’t want Loki finding out and might get u and the children in trouble so  u didn’t tell him anything. Each day Loki would ask u making u nervous that  he would maybe start following u, he asked u if u would go see a lover and u  just looked at him with out saying anything Loki took ur silence as a yes and  one day decided to follow u took ur luck he had caught u talking to Thor in a  market place (u n Thor were pretty good friends and he knew about u teaching  the kids) and Loki thought Thor was ur lover. Loki hated the idea of Thor  winning at everything and anyone and to him u were his servant u were to  serve him and nobody else and he was going to prove that to u. If u need more  detail just tell me will happy to help once again super sorry like I’m  terrible at having a solid schedule- @floating-balloon
Notes: This may be the longest thing I have ever written. Sorry it took so long I had real trouble getting started but I finally have it finished. The final winner’s request should be out at the weekend, and following that Part 2 to Somewhere Only We Know as well as Possibility. Once again sorry for my lack of stuff coming out, I’ve been finding it really hard to find the motivation to write. Hopefully I’m out of that slump now. Anyway enjoy!

As you hurried through the cobbled streets of Asgard you stuffed a worn leather book into the inseam of your faded green shawl. Flickering your E/C eyes around the crowded streets you searched for any sign of the raven-haired prince, heading back towards the palace you kept your eyes to the ground and your shawl wrapped tightly around your small frame. The reason for your wariness may seem slightly melodramatic to an outsider, however your master did carry a certain reputation, one for being highly strung and easily provoked. This meant that keeping a secret from him carried it’s own set of risks, and even though yours held no significant importance you worried that his knowing of your actions could endanger both you and the ones you helped.

 The thing was that everyday, at precisely noon, you had ventured down to a local village, there you would help the local children learn the basics of reading and writing, as well as telling them great stories of your lands noble history. You had started this daily practice after a trip down to the market, in search of goods for the palace, when you overheard a conversation between a shopkeep and one of the locals. Apparently the school building had been destroyed during the most recent bout of attacks, leaving the children with no place to go, and cutting their education short. Of course you being you felt a great sorrow at these children’s predicament and vowed to do whatever you could to help.

 Reaching the gates of the palace you were quickly allowed in, rushing back to the small quarters you were granted to deposit your things before returning back to work. Laying your shawl neatly on the bed you turned to leave. But before you could exit the small room a green swirl of smoke blocked your path, leaving in its wake your master. “Sir.” You mumbled, bowing you head slightly. “I’ve already told you to call me Loki, are the formalities really so necessary?” He quipped, quirking an eyebrow at you. “Sorry sir… Loki.” You said with a small smile gracing your lips. Though the man intimidated you like nothing else, you still saw a softer side of him, even though many others didn’t. You could even say you’d developed certain affections for the Trickster God, not that it was at all appropriate, what with him being your master and a prince, and you a mere servant. Yet that didn’t stop your heart from fluttering when he smiled at you, and a rosy blush colouring your cheeks whenever he was in too close a proximity. “Where have you been for the last… hour?” Loki asked you, a slight clench in his jaw. “Nowhere…” You stuttered, fiddling with the hem of your dress. “I see… I’ve never been to nowhere, is it as delightful as it sounds?” He drawled, looking at you with an expression full of contempt. “Quite. “You mumbled, furrowing your brow as you manoeuvred around him, heading back to work.

 You and Loki had always had a weird relationship, what with him taking a particular interest in your personal affairs, and you not hesitating to call him out on some of his more neurotic behaviours. Most said they’d never seen someone speak to the younger prince in such a way, with most of his previous servants being dismissed after similar fo-pars. After your run in with the dark-haired god you quickly went back to work, cleaning the princes’ quarters as well as the dining hall. As you sat on the large dining hall floor, using certain magic’s to clean the mud-covered stone a pair of heavy footsteps caused your head to whip up to the doorway. “Lady Y/N!” Thor’s booming voice rang out. “Thor!” You grinned, standing up to greet him. “How was your trip to Midgard? How was Lady Jane?” You asked, a smile wide on your face. “Everything was as I left it Lady Y/N.” He nodded. “I told you to stop with the Lady’s Thor, for I am no Lady.” You said with a small quirk in your lips. “Nonsense, you are far more a Lady than many of those who carry such a title.” Thor boomed, bowing his head slightly. “I should go and reconvene with my Father, It was a pleasure to hold your company.” Thor said, kissing your hand before leaving the grand room.

 You and Thor had met one afternoon whilst out in the village. He’d found you teaching the children and after learning of your service in the palace agreed to keep it between the two of you. In thanks you had been assisting him with his courtship of his Lady Jane, helping him choose gifts for her as well as teaching him of Midgardian customs. Through this the two of you had struck up an unlikely friendship, one that had seemed to stand the test of time.

 The days following your interaction with Loki, he asked everyday where you went during your hour away, causing you to become more and more nervous about your little secret. You began to worry that he would try and follow you, meaning you started taking more complicated routes down to the village, hoping to lose anyone that may have been on your tail. However it did mean you ended up walking straight through the busy market almost everyday. After a couple of weeks Loki’s persistent asking you had still managed to keep strong, telling him you went nowhere of importance. One day, out of the blue, Loki arrived at your chambers before you parted for your journey. “Loki.” You sighed, trying to manoeuvre your way around him. “Is it a lover that you go to meet everyday?” He growls, appearing suddenly in front of your face. His anger causing you to stand there in silence, not knowing how to proceed. “It would make sense, you always return with a smile on your face and it would explain your secretive attitude about the whole affair.” He spat. Huffing you just moved your way around him and carried on down to the village.

 ‘Why would he care anyway?’ You asked yourself, ‘I’m just the help, no one of importance.’ You huffed, strolling into the busy market. “Lady Y/N!” Thor’s booming voice called you over from a nearby seller. “Thor.” You smiled, moving to his side. “I need your assistance.” The blonde prince huffed, brow furrowing, coaxing a giggle from between your lips. “Come on then.” You smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him along to different vendors.

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 Loki had decided to follow Y/N down away from the palace. For some reason the thought that she could be meeting a suitor tore at his chest, leaving an unsettling feeling in his stomach. Loki had never felt this way about anyone before, never had a need to protect someone and keep them safe from harm. Yet she was different. The way her H/C swirled around the S/C skin of her face and neck, the way her E/C sparkled whenever she laughed or smiled, the little things were what seemed to gravitate Loki towards her, and he just couldn’t pull away.  Following her small frame through the crowded streets he watched her as she ducked and dived through the rowdy crowd, barely registering a second notice to many of the passer byes. Despite Loki’s glamour to look like an unimportant local, he stayed hidden in the shadows, skulking along hot on her trail. Suddenly a familiar voice calling Y/N’s name sent Loki’s eyes wide and caused his fists to clench. Watching her stand by his brother’s side with such a gleeful look on her face made Loki’s face contort with anger and as she took his hand he felt his stomach drop. How come his brute of a brother got everything? The power, the praise and now the girl. The only girl Loki had ever felt any sort of fondness towards, the only girl Loki could see himself actually falling for. Hell he probably already had. Turning his back on the pair Loki stormed back to the palace in a blind rage, ready to take his anger out on anyone who dared confront him.

 Y/N’s POV

 After helping Thor you had a queasy feeling in the pit of your stomach that you just could not shake. You went and taught the children as usual, cutting your session short due to your little rendezvous with Thor. Heading back up to the golden palace you noticed the subtle glances the guards gave one another as you entered. Heading to your quarters you immediately noticed the lean form of Loki sat on your small bed. “Loki, what are you doing in here?” You asked, slightly puzzled by his appearance. “So it’s Thor then? That you go and see everyday? It’s my brother that you pine over like a puppy, it’s pathetic.” He spat, leaning above you as his words sliced you like a blade. Standing up to him you shoved him in the chest, causing him to falter slightly. “I do not pine after any man, and not that it is any of your business, but if I did it would certainly not be after Thor.” You growled, face thunderous, “And I am certainly not pathetic, however it is nice to know your opinion of me.” You said, jabbing him in the chest. As you whirled around, ready to storm away from the dark-haired prince, a hand darted out, holding onto to your elbow. Before you could even get another word out Loki had spun you around, engulfing you in his arms. “You serve me, and no one else.” He murmured before crashing his lips against yours. “Always.” You murmured against his lips before wrapping your arms around his neck. “Jealousy is not a nice colour on you.” You smirked, leaning your forehead against his. “You need to learn to keep that pretty little mouth closed.” He chuckled, kissing you again, this time with a more gentle touch.

So I just stumbled across a photo of a pup that works in a hardware store, following people through the shop and bringing their purchases up to the register, and now I’ve fallen into a SuperCorp + Krypto the Superdog bookshop au

Lena’s been having a really rough time since first moving to National City, but nothing’s more calming than a good book and a steaming cup of tea, right? She knows that she desperately needs to unwind a little bit, so on her way home from work, she makes the executive decision to stop by a cozy, out-of-the-way bookshop that has caught her eye a couple of times. Its empty state implies that it doesn’t see a lot of business, but the artsy “Argo City Books” sign and the warm atmosphere that Lena can see through the display windows are just too charming to ignore. When she walks in, however, she isn’t anticipating being greeted by a massive, furry floof of a dog, sitting on a dog bed near the entrance with ears perked and tongue out panting excitedly.

Besides the friendly-looking beast, there doesn’t appear to be anyone else in the shop. Lena starts browsing the aisles, breathing in the comforting scent of books, and she’s starting to feel the slightest bit more like herself again when she feels something damp and warm nudge her hand. Looking down, she spots the dog now seated beside her, staring up at her expectantly. Lena hesitantly shifts her hand to scratch behind the dog’s soft fluffy ears, and he breaks out into a dopey puppy grin that has Lena’s lips twitching at the corners in return before she turns back to looking over the book titles in front of her.

The dog continues to follow her around the shop as she reads the backs of books, and when she finally selects one, she’s startled to feel the dog’s nose nudging against her side, drawing her attention. Lena sees the pup’s gaze fixed on the book in her hand, and in confusion, she holds it out to him. She watches in surprise as the dog gently takes the spine of the book in his mouth and prances up to the register, where he rears up to place his fore-paws on the counter so he can delicately deposit the book. He then returns to her side, proudly waiting to do his job again.

Lena honestly can’t help what happens next. It has been a really hard month and a half since the move, and this dog is just too damn cute. Somehow Lena finds herself on the floor sobbing into the fluffy chest of this massive dog that now sits a head taller than her. His fur is soft and warm, and the gentle puffs of his breath against her are comforting.

The quiet moment is broken by a voice calling, “Krypto, buddy, where are yo– oh,” followed by a blonde woman appearing around the bookshelf and stopping in her tracks.

Lena scrambles back away from the dog, brushing the wetness away from her eyes but not quite capable of dragging herself up off the ground. “I- um I’m sorry for c-crying into your dog,” Lena apologizes awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact with the beauty now squatting beside her and the floofy beast, Krypto.

“Not a problem. Are you alright though?” Concern fills the other woman’s voice, and Lena is surprised to feel a warm, comforting hand placed on her shoulder. She looks up to meet sparkling blue eyes and brilliant grin as the woman offers, “Looks like you could use a hot drink and maybe someone to talk to?”

“Oh … no. I- I couldn’t” Lena whispers out, flusteredly brushing a loose piece of hair behind her ear.

“Nonsense,” the woman shrugs with a sweet smile as she takes both of Lena’s hands within her own and pulls her to her feet. She then strides to the other side of the shop and flips the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed.’ 

“Come on up,” she says gesturing to a door at the back of the shop. Lena follows this stranger up to what appears to be a small, cozy loft. She takes it all in feeling a calming energy fall over her for the first time since setting foot in National City. Oddly enough, Lena feels as though she can finally breathe easier, here in the presence of this sweet stranger and her beautiful beast of a dog that is currently leaning heavily against Lena’s leg.

“I’m Kara, by the way,” the woman says, setting a kettle of water on the stove top in the kitchen before turning with a broad, friendly smile lighting up her already-stunning face like a ray of sunshine.

Lena gives a soft smile in return and threads her fingers through the thick fur on Krypto’s head. She offers a quiet, “I’m Lena,” in return, her heartbeat quickening as Kara’s smile grows even brighter.

So yeah … I had to get that out of my head! The pupper was just too cute and I couldn’t get this to leave me alone!! Maybe some day in the future, I’ll turn it into a real full-fledged fic if any of you want

Help! Not Just Anybody - Two

Spencer x Reader

Three months later and Y/N was well and truly settled into the Reid household. She’d accepted the position, of course she had, there’d been something about the tall, messy haired man that she felt akin to. She asked to meet Ella before making her final decision, finding the nine year old friendly but slightly reserved at the same time. Two weeks later she’d pulled her car onto their drive and moved her things in, being handed a set of house keys and a credit card for groceries. After an initially rocky first month she and Ella developed a bond and settled into a routine, and now life was good.

Spencer was home almost every weekend like he’d told her he’d be. The two Saturdays he’d been caught in a case, he’d made sure to phone ahead and arrange alternate cover for Ella so that Y/N could still attend her class. The alternative cover was usually Georgia, his ex wife who Y/N had met two weeks into her role. She’d found this other woman interesting and intriguing, as well as very blunt. But she was a good mother to Ellie and a good sort of step mom to Ella when she was needed. And Y/N had found herself calling her on a few occasions when she couldn’t get hold of Spencer, the first time being when Spencer was away on a case and Ella had fallen ill and had needed collecting early from school. Y/N had been halfway across town about to sit a test for her course, a test she’d had scheduled in for weeks. Gee had been a lifesaver, collecting Ella and depositing her back at home, staying with her until Y/N returned two hours later.

“Thank you so much! I’m so sorry you had to come out of work for this… ”

“It’s no problem Y/N, seriously. My office is generally very good at making concessions for those with kids, I just told them it was Ellie that was sick. She’s all tucked up in bed now, poor thing.”

“I’ll go check up on her in a moment. Thank you again.”

“Like I said, no problem. How are you finding things here anyway?” The woman brushed a lock of her hair back and took a look around the kitchen that was now way more organised and uncluttered than it had been a few months before.

“It’s good. Ella’s a sweetheart most of the time. She’s a great kid although occasionally I get the distinct feeling that she’s holding back from me and her dad.”

“Yeah, she still has her moments even when she’s with us. She still misses her mom, bless her. We all do.”

Y/N had been surprised by that comment, still not knowing the full story of what had happened all those years ago. But she didn’t let it show this time. Georgia spoke again.

“How are you finding Spencer?”

“Erm.. He’s fine. When he’s here he’s great with Ella and he doesn’t seem to have any issues with what I’ve been doing. I try to keep out of their way though once he’s home, to give them time together.” She did, once the dishes from the evening meal were cleaned away and Ella’s lunch was made for the following day she generally took herself off upstairs to her room. The room she’d been given was large and had an ensuite attached. Most nights she’d take a long bath and read, or catch up on her online modules, completing her homework. At the weekends, she try to arrange meetings with friends so she was out of the house unless she was needed.

“Well that’s very good of you. You should take the time to get to know Spencer though. Seriously, he’s a great guy. You’re studying psychology right?” Y/N was surprised again by how much this woman seemed to know about her, but she nodded.

“You should talk to him about it, he could probably help with your coursework and things. Who better than an FBI profiler to help you?”

The woman had a point and Y/N made a mental note to try to get to know Spencer a bit more if the opportunity arose.

Over the next few months it didn’t, not really. It wasn’t like Y/N and Dr Reid didn’t converse, they spoke a lot about Ella and Ellie, and she even joined them all on a trip to the local zoo one weekend when he had both girls. But at night she still sloped off to her room if he was home and she didn’t have plans with her friends. One Saturday night, that finally changed.

“Bye Olive, thanks for the ride babe!” Y/N balanced her take out pizza in her hand as she clumsily waved goodbye to her friend and searched her bag for her house keys.

She’d been out celebrating a friends birthday and whilst she definitely wasn’t smashed, she also definitely wasn’t sober. She didn’t want to eat her greasy pizza in bed so she figured she’d grab another glass of wine from her shelf in the kitchen and catch up on Game of Thrones on the big TV downstairs. Creeping into the kitchen and sliding her pizza onto the side, she pulled a clean wineglass out of the cupboard and was humming the last song she’d been dancing to, to herself quietly as she poured, tottering on her heels.

“Good night?”

Y/N nearly jumped out of her skin, clutching the wine bottle so she didn’t drop it. She turned to see Dr Reid leaning against the door frame, an amused look on his face.

“Jesus fucking christ…. ” a rare expletive slipped her lips and Spencer raised his eyebrows not used to hearing that language from her. She’d trained herself not to swear around her charges and her employers but the combination of the alcohol and the fright he’d given her had loosened her tongue.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you Y/N.”

“It’s fine…. I’m sorry if I woke you up. I thought I’d closed the door quietly.”

“You did. I was still up, reading in the lounge.” Y/N realised then that he wasn’t dressed for bed, still in slacks and his shirt. His tie was missing and the sleeves were rolled up messily. Thick glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, she hadn’t realised he even wore them.

“Did you have a good night?” Dr Reid asked again.

“Yes…. I did thank you. I’ll erm… Just take these up stairs and get out of your way then.” She could watch GoT upstairs, the houses cable package extended to her TV as well. She’d just have to be careful with her food.

“You weren’t planning on going straight to bed were you?” Dr Reid studied her reactions and she slowly shook her head knowing their was no point in trying to lie.

“Don’t let me keep you from doing whatever it was you were going to. This is YOUR home too Y/N. You don’t have to hide yourself away in your room you know?” his voice was soft and kind.

“Oh erm, okay. I was just going to eat this and catch up on a show, that was all.”

“Well by all means, stick with your original plan.”

Y/N did, taking her wine and pizza box through to the lounge and resting them down as she searched through the catch up TV programme that they had to find her show. Spencer followed her back through a few moment later, a tumbler filled with what Y/N thought to be whiskey.

“Is that pepperoni I can smell?” Dr Reid asked her.

She nodded. “Do you want to share? I probably won’t eat it all anyway. It’s probably best if you sit on the couch with me though.”

She settled back down and opened the pizza box, resting it in the middle of the couch as Spencer sat on the opposite end. He glanced up at the TV just as she was about to press play.

“Game Of Thrones? I haven’t watched this since like the second season.”

“You haven’t?” she set the remote back down. He shook his head.

“Have you not even read the books? Surely with your reading skills it would have only took you a few hours.”

“I started too, but then… Well, life got in the way. Mind catching me up quickly? All I know is that that little shit Joffrey is dead.”

Y/N chuckled at his words and spent the next twenty minutes giving her employer a brief run down of the goings on in Westeros. When she was done, she hit play and started to munch on her now cold pizza. She didn’t mind, she sometime preferred it that way.

Every few minutes Spencer would pipe up asking who a certain character was and she’d pause the TV to explain. After the fourth time, he apologised.

“I’m so sorry. This must be extremely annoying for you. I’ll erm, shut up and just read up on it tomorrow. In fact… I’ll just leave you to it.”

He went to stand up and Y/N found herself blurting out, “No. Please, sit back down Dr Reid. I don’t mind explaining to you, in fact… I was rather enjoying it. It’s not very often we actually sit and talk. It was…. It was kinda nice.”

Reid settled back down, glancing over at his companion and seeing she meant her words.

“We don’t really, do we. Perhaps we should. Okay. If you’re sure you don’t mind, I’ll stay. And tomorrow I’ll Wikipedia the seasons I’ve missed. Maybe… Maybe we could watch this together. Make it a weekly thing?”

“I think we should. If you’re out on a case, I’ll record it and wait for you. Sound like a plan?” Y/N smiled some what shyly.

Tony Stark knew on an intellectual level he had no impulse control. He knew because almost everyone he’d ever met had told him so, Pepper, Rhodey, Steve oh god so much Steve, Happy, the 12 assistance before Pepper, Xavier and the waitress at John’s Pizzeria off 43rd ave. He’d heard it all before, But nothing compared to the moment he realized it for himself. 

To be real he probably should have noticed in every moment leading up to the big one. He should have seen that swiping Thor’s stash of Asgardian mead with Darcy was a bad idea. He should have known better than to have a marathon of broiler makers with the mouthy intern using the ale instead of whiskey was a bad idea. 

He probably should have known if he was swaying that they shouldn’t have gone out, but Darcy had said she hadn’t seen the city yet and Steve and Bucky kept teasing her about it.

Happy hadn’t even needed to hide his eye rolling because Tony was to focused on the crisp fall air on his flushed face. Darcy was beside him bubbling with laughter ignoring Happy’s cries that they should both sit down and get out of the sun roof. They headed to Times Square and bought an entire vender out of cheesy “I love New York” hoodies and in Tony’s case a hat to sort of disguise himself. They pulled on their hats and sweatshirts and Happy directed the rest to be sent to the tower. Tony slipped the bemused man a hundred and patted the man’s hand like a grandma before turning back to his sidekick.

“This is what all the superhero’s are wearing!” He proclaimed proudly gesturing to his heinous green ball cap with “Hulk Smash” stitched in purple on the front. He didn’t care at the time but the selfies of him and Darcy in Times Square were cringe worthy. They briefly dropped by John’s and said hello to Tony’s waitress. She shook her head and sent them on their way with glasses of water and sympathetic looks for Happy. 

“Come on We’ve got a few more stops!” Tony gestured over his shoulder into the streets at the car. Apparently however Darcy’s eyes had not stopped at the car but landed on a street performer dressed as the Statue of Liberty.

“Oh can we please go see Her?” Her hand covered her heart and she gestured like a child to the woman with the other. Happy checked his watch and frowned.

“The fairy’s closed down this time of day.” He told Tony. Tony nodded in agreement. “We could go see  Conney Island if you promise to sit completely in the car before we go home for the night.” 

“Ohh Steve said it’s awesome!! We can go to the Lady tomorrow! I want to sing her the National Anthem and don’t know if I could get all the key changes right now” She giggled “We could take Steve and have the most patriotic photo shoot. Phil would love it!” and with that she held her arm out to Happy agreeably. And all that would have been fine if it hadn’t been for traffic. 

Happy pulled up to the curb and Tony rolled down his window with a frown. The park was closed. Darcy hadn’t noticed yet as she was making quick work of Tony’s mini bar but she tended to be a weepy drunk the fall out was going to be Niagara worthy. 

“Oh man, no Lady and no cyclone? Why’s time ruining my fun Tony?” Darcy’s lower lip quivered. Immediate action was required. Mayday!

“Hey, hey No! No tears, what’s the use in being obscenely rich if I can’t bribe someone with my money!” He gave an encouraging grin. Happy’s heavy sigh was not lost on him. “I’ll go ask if we can ride the cyclone and maybe win us a bear okay no tears” He quickly backed out of the car leaving Happy to handle the teary eyed twenty something. 

The door shut and it sounded sharper to Tony somehow as he walked toward the gate. A memory that was faded and liquored up played at the edges of his mind, huge blue eyes watering slightly in a perfect pout. His own voice murky in time “Hey what’s the use in being obscenely rich if I can’t…” and then it was gone. He frowned and waved over the gate man. 

A few charming smiles and a probably too fat check later and he turned to tell Darcy the good news. She was resting her chin on the window smiling lazily at him. She wiggled her fingers and Tony grinned back before a similar smile brushed his mind again. He shook his head to clear away some of the haze. It’d been almost two hours he wasn’t as drunk as before but there was still a layer of fuzz on his mind.

“Race ya!” She grinned and bounded off toward the ride. Tony gave a bark of laughter and let the memories rest before jogging slowly after her. They tossed ratty baseballs and weighted milk bottles before the attendant an exhausted looking man in his late thirties gave them a wane smile and asked which prize they wanted. Darcy got the Bucky Bear. Tony shorted and got the Captain America one just for laughs. They took a shaky selfie with the attendee before thanking him and heading toward their goal. 

“We should snap them with the bears and hashtag it wish you were hear but you’re not because you’re lame and had meeting and responsibilities” Darcy placed her Bucky in her lap and was readying her phone before Tony agreed. 

“We also, you know, didn’t invite them” He pointed out. She made a dismissive sound and tucked her head close to his giving her phone a goofy face. Tony hid most of his face behind Bear Steve and widened his eyes comically. The younger brunette seemed satisfied and put away her phone allowing the impatient teen running the cyclone to push the lap bar down over her Tony Bear Bucky and Steve. 

The ride began a slow spin and before it had even reached half way Tony regretted buying this time. The teenager seemed irked he had to stay for Tony and what the kid probably figured was a one nighter and so the ride was hurtling toward a break neck pace only irritating Tony’s stomach further. Darcy however threw her hands up Bucky Bear’s paw firmly gripped in one and whooped. Tony swung between needing to vomit all over the place and watching the manic yet somehow beautiful looks on Darcy’s face. She brought her bear back down and buried her nose in it’s fur. The ride began to slow and she opened her eyes unfocused and bloodshot. Windswept and Content. 

It ended up being Darcy and not Tony who shot off the attraction to the nearest garbage can to Ralph. Tony followed close behind and pulled her hair back into his fist and out of the danger zone. He leaned heavily on the can and grimaced at the sounds. 

When she at last paused in her litany of puke she turned her head to look up at him simultaneously green and mischievous. 

“Don’t tell the boys” She asked. Tony’s heart stopped as he looked at her. He nodded once unable to find words. Satisfied with this she fell face first into him. Mostly into his armpit but she smiled against him. Tony let got of her hair and gently held her to him stroking her dark locks and thinking unburdened by alcohol of a busty blond who’d rocked his world with a practically identical grin. Darcy’s breath flowed steadily on his neck as she repositioned herself in his arms. 

“Thanks for holding my hair.” She murmured. Tony hummed in response. 

“Anytime kiddo.”


 As much as Tony was wildly incapable of controlling himself he was incredibly careful with secrets. They could hurt, he knew from his experiences with Stane. His almost ending the thing with Pepper. Infuriating his teammates and elected officials. So he was in something of a quandary. 

As soon as they’d returned to the tower Tony had deposited a snoozing Darcy in her bed with Bucky bear on one side of her and Steve on the other. He of course took a picture of her drooling into Bucky’s fur and then hesitated. It was too similar to ignore. If he didn’t do this he’d spend the rest of his life wondering until he got answers. So he plucked a hair off her pillow and turned tail and run back to his lab. 

Jarvis had had to repeat his name four times when he finally knew. Tony tried to put the memories together more solidly but he only recalled the blond laughing and waving much like Darcy did. He remembered holding her hair back while she emptied her stomach off the balcony of the Palms, She had turned to him with an almost identical grin and snatched his heart out of his chest. Tony closed his eyes and felt the brush of skin on skin hot greedy kisses and waking up the next morning alone. He’d figured she’d been embarrassed or maybe had someone waiting at home. He’d been disappointed but she’d made her choice so he’d let her walk. 

“Oh Kate” He looked forlornly as the Vegas police report of her car accident and her daughter no one had come to claim. “Katie” He groaned as he realized he could have saved the little girl a world of grief that followed. Foster home after Foster home until she aged out. 

Well now he knew. but what do do. Who to tell? Pepper? Eventually. Rhody was always a good option but Tony’s thumb hovered over calling him for a solid minute before deciding someone else. Eventually he’d dialed before his decision had been fully processed. 

“How did you get this number? I know I didn’t give it to you” was the first thing the voice said and Tony felt a calm fill him. A good choice. 

“I’m in a quandary. It needs handling it’s that what you do Agent?” He stalled. The other end of the line was silent. “I may have discovered I’m a father” There was an even heavier pause.

“and I’m the first person you wanted to tell? I don’t think Pepper” He began.

“No It’s not Pep. I’ve been a father for a while apparently.” Tony cut across. “Like 23 years” 

“You’re sure?” 

“Yea 100 percent. Do I tell her? What if she doesn’t want me? She’s been alone for a long time now she doesn’t need me.” Tony felt a panic rise in his chest. Oh God, she’d never forgive him.

“You need to take a deep breath.” Tony inhaled threw his nostrils. “If she doesn’t know she deserves to at least know. just be honest with her Tony. Honesty will get your farther than you think”

Tony gave a noncommittal grunt and rested his head on hands. 

“For what its worth Tony, You’ll be a great father” Tony’s breath caught. 

“Enough with the feelings Agent Agent Thanks for picking up.”

“I’m contractually obligated” He deadpanned. Tony laughed and killed the call.


Tony was going to handle this well. Maybe take her to lunch and talk it out like adults. He was excited and nervous and had yet to sleep. He was currently fixing coffee from the enormous demonic espresso machine he’d had fitted in the common room when he invited everyone to live with them when people began filling in for breakfast. 

Steve and Bucky both coming in from their morning run and apparently showers. They nodded curiously at the billionaire before pulling down pots and pans. Bruce wondered in next and gave him a scathing look for his ball cap which he had neglected to take off. That explained the looks Tony placed it carefully on the counter. 

“So what did we learn?” Jane’s voice carried into the room ahead of her and the others looked up. Darcy entered holding her stomach and shuffling pitifully. Jane followed looking much less hungover. 

“Don’t drink with Tony.” Darcy grunted and began to pour her own cup of coffee. Tony didn’t speak, not trusting himself to yet. His eyes watched hungrily as she stirred her drink for signs of what he knew. Her unbrushed wild brunette hair, the shape of her eyes, the hangover slouch yea he could see it. Then Katie’s beautiful blue eyes and pouty mouth, her heart snatching laugh. It seemed so obvious

“What?” Darcy glowered at him. Oh yea he had that grumpy face sometimes. 

“Darcy threw up on the cyclone!” He blurted. Her eyes widened. 

“TONY!” She shrieked. 

“And she’s my daughter!” His shouting matched hers in pitch but was far more excited. Darcy’s eyes widened if possible further and then narrowed looking at him critically. 

The supers were paused mid bite. Jane gaped and Bruce eyed the pair wearily. 

“Okay I can see that” She finally said with a shrug. Tony barked a laugh not exactly how he’d pictured her taking the news. Then again he hadn’t thought he’d shout it at her over breakfast in the common room either. 

Such was life when you had no impulse control. But looking at the beautiful girl across from him he thought he rather liked this life.  

Two out of Three

It’s my birthday and I was drinking whiskey and thinking about Harry. So naturally, I wrote. Then @inkedferns talked me into a smutty ending, and this is how the cookie crumbled. It’s basically not proofread at all, because… whiskey. x. 

“For fuck’s sake,” Harry drones next to you. “What’s his name?”

“Who?!” you ask, having been successfully yanked from your reverie.

“The bloke whose pants you want into,” Harry says. “You’ve been grinnin’ like a sap all evenin’.”

“There’s no bloke,” you refute with a shake of your head that feels just a little spinny. You bend your knees and pull your feet up the coffee table and dig the arches right into the edge.

“Don’ lie to me,” he all but scolds. “We’re friends, aren’t we? Think I know when you fancy someone by now.”

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Natsume Week Bonus Day 2: Favorite Headcanon

“A box?” Shigeru repeated questioningly. He glanced over at Natsume, noticing the embarrassed gleam in his downcast eyes, shoulders hunched over. “I suppose I could grab a few from work. What do you need it for? A class project?”

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pairing: min yoongi x reader; min yoongi POV
genre/warnings: fluff, mention of smut (like, almos nothing, but) and a little of swearing. <3
words: 1,451
summary: Yoongi told you to wear something before falling asleep. You would wake up the next morning with cold, and of course, wake him up. But do you listen? Nope. So now, face the consequences. 

A/N: This is the first fic/drabble/anything, that I’ve ever did in my life. So, be nice and say whats wrong <3 I hope you enjoy it! And also hope that I could portrait Yoongi well. Mwah!

Also, I need to dedicate this to two jewels. @chanyeolingss and @floralseokjin , without you, I would never have the guts to do this. Thank you for not giving up on me and I hope I didn’t disapointed you <3

Though his eyes are still close, he can’t fucking accept that he is awake in such an early time on a freaking Sunday. Like, for real life? He had one of the craziest weeks of all and when he gets the chance to finally rest as a king - sort of - something wakes him up too early, and that’s exactly why he’s so piss. You’re the one that woke him up, and he can’t get mad at you for that.

Well, to be completely honest, yes, he can be mad at you for that. Last night, after all the cuddles, kisses, bites and more, both of you were dozing off when Yoongi told you to put something on.

“I think I know my body pretty well Yoongi, thank you” you said with a tiered voice, already closing your eyes and snuggling into his chest.

“Y/N, I’m serious. You’re gonna wake up with cold and most importantly, you’re gonna wake me up. Put anything, I don’t know, my t-shit is right there” he said pointing to the floor, near the end of the bed. You raised your head and pulled him by his neck, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips and going back to your previous position, completely ignoring what he had told you. This fucking girl. If she wakes me up tomorrow…

Bam. You did.

 Of course you would be cold. Yoongi told you that you would be cold. Min Yoongi is always right. After taking his time to take all the courage on the world to not brutally cover you up or hand you something to wear, Yoongi slowly opened his eyes and let them wander through the room, until he looked down and found you.

Even with all the anger and annoyance filling up his body and soul, he couldn’t avoid a small and tiered smile on his lips after he really toked a good look at you. Even if you keep telling him that no fucking one can look anything besides hideous in the morning - with morning breath, the dry drool on the pillow and on the side of your mouth from the sleep and your double sized face - for him, you always looked incredible. It’s the only time he can actually take a good look at you, since you somehow have a problem with being watched. You say it’s creepy and every time he does it, you tell him to stop.

“Wuat?” you say with your mouth full of kimbap.

“Nothing, just looking at you.” He says turning his attention to his own kimbap, taking a bite and starting to chew. “Can’t I look at you?”

“No, is creepy. Stop it” You say and gave him the tongue before taking another bite.

Sometimes, Yoongi thinks you have some sort of radar. Once, he was watching you from a good and safe distance; him on the couch, you on your study table, facing the window of your apartment. Each one was doing your own thing and minding your own business, when Yoongi stopped to stretch a little. After he did it, he let his arms fall back on the notebook and looked at your back, thinking about getting some food for the two of you. 5secs later he heard “I can sense your look Yoongi, stop being creepy”.

So basically, you don’t like being watched and he likes to watch you, so he takes those morning moments - or the moments that he’s awake and you’re asleep - to appreciate you without you complaining that he’s being creepy and all that shit. And since he is awake because of your stubborness, he felt the moral obligation to admire you and be as creepy as he wants. Woops, to bad for someone.

Yoongi brushes softly the hair over your face and put it loosely behind your ear, while he lets his eyes travel all over your face. He stayed like this for a few minutes, taking all your features in: your long lashes - that completely disappear from your face when you close your eyes and laugh hard of something stupid -, your red cheeks with some pillow marks on your left one, your heart shaped lips - that you use so well to whisper sweet nothings in his ears and right after, to trace long paths of kisses and bites all over his skin.

Then, he looks to your shoulders, where some small freckles can be spotted. Cautiously, he lowers himself slowly and brush his lips softly on then, depositing a shy kiss on your skin. When he returns to his previous position, his eyes found your torso and hips, where some other dark marks can be seeing, nothing like your cute freckles. Those marks where the signs that he left on your body and seeing them printed on your body makes a grin appear on his face. Yoongi has some of his own too, but nothing compared to the ones he left on you.

His bony fingers find a particular mark - on your waist - and your body flinch a little. Carefully he looks again to your semblance, afraid that he might have woken you up - he didn’t finish his task.  Another sound is made from you and you slightly turn yourself to the right, laying on your back. Your breast are staring right at him and he feels something twitch between his legs. Nope, no way.

Slowly and with all the caution he can get inside of him, he get’s up and go after some clothes. He’s not gonna let his hormones take control of this situation. Yoongi grab the t-shirt of the floor - yes, the one that he told you to wear - and put it on, going after his boxers right away. He found his pants and inside them, his boxers.

While he was fighting gravity to put them on without falling on the floor, he saw your clothes on the floor, trailing the path that was going from the door of your room to the side of the bed. You two never looked so eager and desperate for another. He laughed very low, remembering how you kicked the foot of the bed with your pinky  and how you interviewed the curses with deep kisses. He looked around, trying to find something for you, but your tank top wasn’t going to make any difference.

Slowly, he approached your closet and opened, looking for anything that seemed big and confortab - What the fuck. The little thief. He found his ¾ t-shirt, baseball style that said “Brooklyn x New York”, the one that he spend days looking for and when he asked you if you saw it, you said “No babe, no idea where you put it. You should be more careful with your things. Look how organized Hobi is.” You were not helping yourself at all today.

Yoongi grabbed the shirt and closed the closet, walking back to bed. He sited on your side and put his hand on your hip, brushing softly his thumb on you to wake you.

“Y/N, wake up. Let’s get dressed, come on.” You  squeezed your eyes and scratched quickly your nose, making a funny face while humming a low “No”. He gave you a small shake. Your skin was actually colder than he expected.

“You’re freezing babe, please. Just put this on and go back to sleep.”

After a few seconds, you slowly lifted your body and finally sat down, eyes still closed. Raising your hands up, you waited for him to dress you up so you could go back to sleep. Really? Really? Yoongi sigh heavily, although a smile started to form on the corner of his mouth. After dressing you up, your body feel on the bed and started to pad the empty space next to you.

“Yoongi…come back.” You said, finally open your eyes and looked at him. Sleep was dripping from your eyes and had some hypnotized aura around them. His heart suddenly skipped a beat. God, do you look adorable in the morning.    

Slowly, he returned to his previous place and grabbed the heavy duvet from your feet, pulling it over to cover both of you. You immediately closed your eyes and melted right beside him, gently letting your arm found his back and letting it rest there, your silent way to say “don’t leave again”. He smiled and brushed his nose on your forehead, kissing it right after. “Never”

He keept his eyes closed, drinking your last features before he went back to his precious dreams. His eyes were almost closed when he heard you.


“Yes babe?” he answered, looking carefuly at your face.

“Stop staring. It’s creepy”

The Great 38 Rewatch-- #NothingButBlueSkies

Nothing But Blue Skies– and Shipping Joy

It’s hard to believe we’ve reached the last season of our rewatch of favorite episodes.  This entry in the Great 38 is Nothing But Blue Skies, the season seven opener.  It begins a couple weeks after the sixth season ended or, more importantly, two weeks after Jane admitted he loved Lisbon and we had the kiss squealed about around the entire world.  

After that season ending (and what many of us feared was series ending) kiss, the opener of season seven had a lot to live up to and in many ways it did.  We saw a transformation in the relationship of Jane and Lisbon.  She was relaxed and happy with him and he was definitely at peace with himself.  The looks they exchanged could have melted steel they were so hot.  Bruno Heller said that these were two consenting adults who had known each other for many years.  There had been no reason for them to wait to go to bed together and it was very obvious from the body language that it was true.  Would I have liked to have seen a kiss or a hug?  Sure, but I was grateful for what I saw.  

One of the great debates about the episode’s opening scene has to do with Lisbon lying to Abbott about Jane’s whereabouts when he was sitting right beside her.  Jane teased her and asked if she was embarrassed and her response was, “No!  God no.”  I’ve read some who have said that she hurt Jane with this and if she did, I believe it was very inadvertent.  In fact, I can understand why she wanted to try to keep her personal life out of the office for a while.  She had been in a very public relationship with Flappy-Jacks and had accepted well wishes on her new life in Washington DC with him not more than two weeks before she was being called back in to work.  She wasn’t embarrassed about Jane.  She was embarrassed about herself.  Now having said that she wanted “to keep her private life private for a little while,” I also don’t think she was naive enough to think that no one knew what had happened.  Abbott knew they were in love before Jane and Lisbon did and had talked to Cho about it.  (Although we discovered that apparently Cho has an odd idea about how brothers and sisters behave.)  Fischer had known and thus left Lisbon a note wishing her luck with Jane and even though we never saw it, I’m sure Wylie was also very aware of what had happened at the airport.  When you make a declaration that public and suddenly the woman involved is changing her plans, it’s a rather open secret.  No, I believe that Lisbon was simply asking for time to be out of the office gossip spotlight and I’m sure a smart guy like Jane understood.  

Oh, and there was a case that they were working on, too.  It involved a murdered undercover FBI agent who had tracked gun smugglers through a bowling alley.  It wasn’t a bad case, but it also never had a chance of keeping my attention from the most important part of the episode– the Jisbon.  I did feel that there was some plot holes in it.  Among them, why was Geist’s room untouched when Jane went to look at it?  It didn’t appear that the Spackman’s people had been there.  If they had, why would they have left his laptop sitting on the table?  

I’m afraid nothing about the case had me on the edge of my seat.  What did that for me was the confrontation with Scruffy Cakes Pike who returned to Austin for a deposition.  I hated that Bruno and the writers felt that we had to be “closure” there.  This we get a final resolution on but not the Blake Association?  Ahem.  Sorry.  It’s a pet peeve.  I wasn’t shocked by the snarky nature of Pancake’s Pike’s questions to Jane about his plans.  The guy knew that the only chance he had ever stood with Lisbon was to overwhelm her with the things he could give her or could do for her because he never had her heart.  What did surprise me was was that afterwards Jane admitted to Lisbon that he didn’t have a plan.  I’m sure she was startled by that but I’m equally sure that she appreciated the fact that he believed that any plan was one they would work on together.  She had always wanted him to treat her as an equal partner.  

Well, I could go on and on here, but instead I hope you’ll join us Tuesday, April 25th at 5pm DST eastern time zone USA for #NothingButBlueSkies.  We will be live tweeting our thoughts as we rewatch the episode.  If you’re feeling shy, you don’t have to send tweets but you can follow ours by looking up the #NothingButBlueSkies in the search field or visit my Twitter timeline @FineWineOrNot.  If you have never joined us before, I hope you will still consider it.  If you can’t join us, I hope you’ll get to watch it on your own.  

Take care and may you get to find origami swans in your pocket.


I hate bottle deposits.

At home I always put cans and bottles in Gaia’s treat jar so the trash hauler can pick them up every other week. My neighbors might know how much fun I’ve had by how much noise the many wine bottles make going into the recycling truck. Or maybe those are dozens of bottles of foo foo health drinks from Whole Foods.

When I travel to nanny states I figure that nickel entitles me to throw them in the trash. Not once in my life have I returned containers to collect the deposit.

A meme ask almost prompted me to give this long tangential answer, but I had the presence of mind to refrain from that and put it here instead:

On the topic of offbeat ideas about Numenorean society, and by extension, an offbeat but by no means unheard-of idea about society in earlier Arda in general, I headcanon thus: Numenor was the first society to invent real libraries! Especially, public lending libraries.

In the real world, the history of libraries and library loans is long and complicated. But Arda sure as hell bears little resemblance to real life history - which is kind of the whole point of the setting being Arda! Alternate and convergent explanations for history and the present day, with each one resting on wildly different constructions of reality. See, in Arda, my headcanon is that all throughout the Years of the Trees and the First Age, libraries of any sort weren’t really a thing, and even written lore wasn’t really much of a thing. Dwarves in the First Age didn’t let most non-dwarves come into their halls, and also wrote a huge proportion of their lore in non-mobile stone engravings - the walls of their cave cities, steles - and in systems of non-text semiotics via their craftwork. Elves both of ME and Aman were largely oral societies and writing was kind of, extra, either for small-potatoes practical communication or for really fancy stuff (this is just fun extrapolation given the immortals-with-perfect-memory thing). And so were the Edain for the most part (I think this is more canon, as a big part of the history of humankind in Arda is that the ancestors of the edain abruptly stopped passing down a certain cluster of oral traditions shortly before they came to Beleriand, which left the later humans with significant gaping holes in their history regarding the Fall etc).

Until, of course, the speeded-up clusterfuck of wars and mass death starting with the Bragollach.  As the whole Beleriand debacle sped up through the Nirnaeth and the kinslayings and on into the War of Wrath, people began frantically writing stuff down and keeping haphazard hoards of it here and there, Nargothrond and Gondolin, Doriath and, especially, Sirion (Dirhavel was a BIG proponent of this due to having a deep appreciation for the idea of information being lost via death, which is why the Narn i Hin Hurin has so much more internal consistency than the Quenta Silmarillion whose writing was….lets say not nearly as well-organized, and Elwing and by extension the bb!twins were mad for Dirhavel.) And then carting anything that survived off into Ossiriand after/during the War of Wrath. SO. Very little written lore at all before this time.

In the early Second Age, of course there would be a huge amount of work in Middle Earth among the groups who migrated from Beleriand, to get peoples’ knowledge gathered up, written down, etc. But there’s lots of immortal elves, lots of oral tradition, lots of unconnected disparate populations, etc, and also ME is kind of a disaster zone due to the aforementioned continent-destroying war. Low resources, low organization, lots of problems and probably violence to juggle, high strife, high scatter, high danger. Plus, there is still plenty of conflict and enemy populations, to make security and barriers to access important to keeping precious records safe. So just gathering and compiling all the lore, or writing it down in the first place, would be the big challenge in ME.

But Numenor! Numenor, otoh, is a peaceful island paradise with almost no danger and more resources than anyone needs, with a single pretty unified human population under a single king’s rule. The people born there live a very long time, the men don’t need to do any fighting, children are few per family, the childbirth and child-rearing period takes up only a small fraction of womens’ lifetimes, and everyone has a whole ton of free time after the first stage of building and establishing communities and cities is done. Plus they’re friends with Tol Eressëa. This is when the second-generation Numenoreans decide to do a huge push to get an army of scholars and librarians to get everything written down, organized, catalogued, and made accessible to everyone, since humans, unlike elves, can’t just live forever and remember everything they’ve heard, and need to work as a relay race, maintaining and building on the work of their predecessors in order for information to remain intact. And given how much time and wealth just about everyone has and how good life is for the whole population, it’s actually logistically feasible (even without (before? Numenor is firmly ahistorical) the printing press) to make multiple copies of many tomes of various types of lore and just let people borrow them whenever without a big security deposit beforehand - just return them in a set time okay!

Of course this was all restricted later on when control of information became super important in order to control a population through control of the narrative of the Numenoreans’ history, but well, at least the concept caught on elsewhere!

By which I mean, of course Elros personally decided to make them, and of course Elrond deliberately ripped him off in Rivendell much later. What else did you expect from me, man.

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anyway the idea hit very suddenly and it was like. OH.

this family means a lot to me.

The first time Sarada finds a folded scrap of paper tied up with her lunch, she is amused - especially since the note consists of nothing but a cartoonish-looking smiley face. An absolutely dreadful cartoonish-looking smiley face that she loves on sight and laughs off as a joke of her mother’s. She keeps the note in her pocket and doesn’t mention it, and every now and then, she takes it out and giggles (quietly) because it never gets less dreadful.

And then she finds more notes.

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