When She Says She Doesn’t Send Nudes

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The (Scottish) Cabin in the Woods

Chapter 4

Consequences don't just fall to the perpetrators. You learn a new name.

Phew! I was sweating over this one, I hope you all enjoy it. One more chapter to go before this story is wrapped up. All my love, appreciation, gratitude, and smooches to my two lovely betas, Soleil and SentientCave.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49842430/chapters/139337776

YOU MATCH THE 141 ON TINDER 💓

Summary:

While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?

Pairing:

141 x Reader poly!141 x Reader

The Beginning:

Teaser

Chapters:

Prequel

1- Kyle

2- Johnny

3- Simon

4- John?

5- GETTING LAID?

6- John.

7- Getting Laid!! 😈🌶️

8- Awooga?

9- Drinks?

10- SIMON?!

11- Excuse me?

12- A date?

13- Yes, and?

14- (B)romance?

15- Mo leannan

16- Teeth.

17- Guard dogs.

18- Picnic.

19- Slippery Slope. 😈🌶️

20- Control 😈🌶️

21- I BEG YOUR PARDON?

22- What is it about you?

22.5 - Cardiff, London, Cairo, Cabo, Tel Aviv. 😈🌶️(mini chapter)

More chapters - COMING SOON!

Click here to see some fanart of "it's a match" chapter 14 "(B)romance)?" by my lovely moot @xxshadowbabexx.

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Someone sent me an ask gushing about some Boba Fett’s lines from the show and I typed up a whole “I KNOW RIGHT” response and managed to delete the whole thing. 

And it’s not like I’ve listened to certain bits of dialogue repeatedly or made MP3s or anything but if I HAD here are the lines I would have chosen: 

Careful, princess

Easy there little one

Power up those shields, princess. I’ll put on a good show.

Any requests??? I’ve got Audacity fired up and ready to go. 

Carmen Argenziano

I’m pasting this from Facebook, because I’m not strong enough to write it again. 

I just found out that Carmen Argenziano passed away yesterday.

He played Jacob Carter on Stargate SG1, among a thousand other things. He was 75.

I’d seen him at a dozen Stargate conventions through the years. He always struck me as an incredibly sweet, intelligent and genuinely kind person.

Two years ago, I was at a small con in Missouri, without my girls (because they were too far away to get there), and the only friend I had there was the Stargate actors’ manager. He is and has been a friend long before he started managing the actors. He’s fantastic. His wife is, too.

Anyway, he asked me if I could do him a favor. Would I be interested in being a handler for him? After freaking out for a few minutes, calming the hell down, and realizing I had literally no one else to hang out with or anyone who even cared that I existed, I said yes.

I handled Carmen Argenziano.

I played it cool. I pretended I wasn’t freaking out, sitting next to him, being less than a foot from this man I’d never been within ten feet of, being behind the table instead of in front of it. I wasn’t a handler. I wasn’t allowed that access. I was a fan, and we stayed behind the wall and holy crap WHATTHESHITAMIDOINGWHYDIDISAYYES?

I was so fucking scared. 😅

That lasted about ten minutes.

There are so many words I could use to describe him. Talented. Kind. Compassionate. Brilliant. Humble. Gracious. Listening to him talk, talking to him and knowing he was listening to me, is my most precious fandom memory, and it will most likely remain so.

When I told him what I do for a living, he called me a “hero,” said I “save people” when they’re at their lowest, and he wished he could do that. When I told him he did, he didn’t believe me. He called me a “beautiful young lady,” and believe me, I am neither.

When they asked me if I wanted to do a photo op with the Stargate actors, for the first time ever, I said yes willingly. I don’t do photo ops. Even if I do, I either give them to my friends or I rip them in half and only keep the part that isn’t me. But that day, I did it because of him, because I knew he’d be in it, and that would make me strong enough to do it. And he was in that picture. He was right next to me, with his arm around me, and it felt so much more real and genuine than any other op I’ve ever done. It’s the only photo op I’ve ever framed and hung on my wall.

I watched and listened to him talk to a lot of people that day, and he did the same with all of them that he did for me. There was one girl who walked up, and she’d been lurking around the back of the room for a while, and when she came up, she was shaking so hard. Her voice was wobbly. She was so scared. And I remembered being her, and being that scared, because, honestly, I’m always scared at cons. Fucking terrified. And she was me, and she was standing there, and he talked to her. For close to fifteen minutes. And, yes, I was supposed to shoo them away after two or three, and I knew that, but I couldn’t. Because he wouldn’t have wanted me to. And with every word he said to her, she stood a bit straighter, and she stopped shaking, and her voice got stronger. And when she walked away, the smile on her face was real and beautiful and enormous.

I looked at him, and I said, “You know you just made her entire year, right?”

And he said, “No. She just made mine.”

And now I’m crying. Get it together, bri.

Anyway, yeah. This is an enormous loss, not only for the Stargate fandom, cast, crew and community, but for this world. But for me, in a way the passing of a celebrity has never been. Because he told me I was beautiful, and he knew my name, and he talked to me.

Rest in peace, you beautiful young man. I’ll miss you.

I'm a Leo and then we will do the argument because of my job

😂 yeah, pretty much

I’m a Pisces and that’s why I gotta go home.

Thinking-

about a Pacific Rim AU where Simon and Johnny are in love and together, but not drift compatible. They’re both right side pilots, stronger and more dominant over their left side counterparts, and in a Jaeger, they just don’t work.

It’s all well and good, until Simon’s co-pilot of almost five years is killed. All that work, all that time… wasted.

Simon could kill him himself, if some poor sod didn’t already do the job.

Their captain starts the process of finding a replacement, cranking through cadets in an attempt to find a very specific person, a very specific brain capable of completing a neural bridge with Simon, until they finally stumble upon you.

Johnny is thrilled. He reads your file, pours over your record, drinks up every detail available, all before ever laying eyes on you. He finds your social media, your hometown paper, education record, service record, the works. You’re a shiny, smart, capable yang to Simon’s yin. You’ll be perfect.

A perfect match, he thinks. Thank fucking Christ.

But…

Simon instantly dislikes you. You’re too bright, sunshine abrasive in the dark of his life. He’s dismissive and stand offish, irritated by the fact command did not allow him and Johnny to even try drifting again, instead choosing to place him with a complete stranger shipped to his doorstep from halfway around the world. He doesn’t want you crawling around in his brain. He doesn’t want his memories to become yours, and vice versa. He doesn’t want you in his- their life. He wants you to fuck off.

It beats you down. You weren’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t this. A co-pilot who can’t even look at you? Who dismisses you at every turn? It’s awful. You had heard stories about the Ghost, sure… but didn’t expect him to be so resistant to a new partner.

It’s so awful, you get pissed drunk one night. End up in a dark dive bar, licking your wounds and moaning to yourself about how all your training, all your work, is going to be for nothing. You’re going to fail. You’ll never pilot a Jaeger, because your co-pilot is too resistant, too controlling, won’t even try. It sucks.

So, okay. You have a little pity party. You try to drown your sorrows, and the guy next to you is very, very sympathetic. He listens to you cry about it, empathizes with your struggle and tries to commiserate with you.

It helps, of course, that he’s gorgeous. Blue eyes, golden like a god, long strands of mohawk perfectly framing his sheer bone structure.

“Dinnae worry, hen. ‘M sure he’ll come around. He’s just got to get to know ye s’more.” He coos, pressing a blazing hot thigh against yours with a wink. You lean a little bit into him, let him trace his fingertips down your spine, across your neck.

You’re so distracted, you don’t know the mass of a man wearing a mask, sitting in the shadows. Watching.

So, I just found out...

(He might be in the doghouse right now but I'm not posting names) Sorry if it seems a jumbled mess. Kinda just wrote everything as it came to mind.

So I got off the phone with my boyfriend a few minutes ago....our relationship is still new. We've only been together for about two and a half months and he recently moved to Alaska so now we're long distance. He just signed the papers for his new place and he and his new roommate were getting to know each other. Well he was drinking and apparently had too much. He'd told that he's been in a long distance relationship before but it didn't end well cause he cheated on her. Honestly I'd hoped it wouldn't happen to us but I couldn't keep this nagging feeling in the back of me mind that it would. I just didn't think it would be so soon. He hasn't even been up there for two weeks and then this happens. He was up front and answered my questions about what happened. He was apologetic and sounded sincere. I'm about to go on a short deployment and I'm gonna have this hovering over me the entire time. I told him I can't trust him now and he said he doesn't expect me to. I just....I don't know where we go from here. He said he doesn't want to lose me but that it's not his choice and that he'll respect my decision whatever it is. I don't want this to be what breaks us but at the same time I have to entertain the idea that this could happen again in our careers/life. I'm sad and disappointed than upset. Is that wrong? I don't know what I should be feeling about this. We've talked about kids and where we'd like to live and even the breeds and number of dogs we'll have. (it's a lot by the way. The dogs, not kids.) I still want him in my life but with our careers this probably won't be the last time we're long distance for a time.

....Of course it's when I decide to skip a proper Mardi Gras....work got in the way, ugh

Jensen Ackles (Bacchus LI) | New Orleans, Mardi Gras 2019 [x]

Twins Cutthroat and Clicker were some of the first troopers assigned to the Coruscant Guard under the command of Marshal Commander Fox | CC-1010. Two and a half months into the war Cutthroat and Clicker showed an incredible amount of potential to Marshal Commander Fox and they were nominated for Alpha-17’s intensive ARC trooper program, making them the first two (non staff officer) Coruscant Guard members to become ARC Troopers.

“Hey vod-” 

“Yeah?”

“Some nattie is looking at us.” 

“Yeah?” 

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