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Naoya nsfw and sfw relationship headcanons pleeeaasse . He's a terribly guilty pleasure and not many people write him (probably because he's a toxic sh*t)
omg anon you’re so right bc who would want an absolute toxic misogynistic fuck of a man (me, i do/j) i was supposed to post this yesterday but i forgor, sorry! btw i may or may not be working a second version of the atrocious fic i did a few days ago abt him… if its of anybody’s interest…
͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏ ♡₊˚ Naoya is the type of man to…𓈒 ˚ ⟡
content: jjk headcanons; half sfw/half nsfw; afab!reader; glimpse of the horrors you’d be going through as his partner lol
n/a: i’m making more content for naoya than my glorious blue eyed king lmao ;-;
these are my hcs! feel free to agree or disagree :b any request/interaction supporting this post is very much appreciated <3
sfw ver! ୨ৎ
Naoya is the type of man to… spoil you rotten. Not because you deserve it—maybe you do—but because one of Naoya’s biggest weaknesses is his pride and reputation, and yours affects his. He can’t have his gf/fiancée/wife wearing low-quality or average clothing, you have to look worthy of him (at least on the outside). So he will gift you kimonos made with the finest fabric and the finest accessories to pair with. If you’re smart enough, you might be able to take advantage of that and manipulate him to buy you whatever you want, but you better be kissing the soil he walks on afterwards.
Naoya is the type of man to… be overprotective and ridiculously jealous. You won’t be able to go out by yourself. Not without him being there or at least one of his servants, what if another man tries to have a conversation with you? What if you flirt back? He doesn’t trust you or anyone but himself. He has to make sure you aren’t fooling around. Besides, you’re so weak—or at least that’s what he thinks—you need someone to protect you. What if someone disrespects you? He can’t let that slide, the only one allowed to treat you poorly is him.
Naoya is the type of man to… secretly like your praises. He won’t tell you, of course, but he does like having someone recognizing his strength—the main reason he’s so protective of you, trying to look like a knight in shining armour—and how great he is on his day-to-day basis. He will be pissed whenever you get mad at him and don’t praise him. He won’t say it directly nor apologize for whatever he did, but you might find an ‘apology’ gift on your side of the bed. If it’s a mistake you did—which to him is always going to be your fault—an easy way to get him to be in a better mood is stroking his ego with lots of praise.
Naoya is the type of man to… expect you to be the perfect wife. Naoya is a very demanding man, he expects nothing but perfection. He expects you to always look pretty, cook, and clean, like your typical traditional wife. Being a conservative man, he will expect you to not speak when gathering with the other clansmen—or outside in general—unless you’re allowed to. It’s for your good, he’d hate for you to embarrass yourself.
Naoya is the type of man to… only marry you for benefits. In matters of love, he is quite unfeeling, however, to maintain his position as the head of the Hei, he must get married and have offspring. This burden, as he would call it, is likely to be done through an arranged marriage. Just because you were chosen over the other bachelorettes doesn't necessarily mean you're at the same level as him—you will always be below him, and perhaps unworthy of him to his eyes—but you're definitely better than the rest, or at least you were the prettiest one. You might be of use to him.
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Naoya is the type of man to… degrade the hell out of you. Naoya’s degradation IS NOT for the weak. If he already treats you relatively poorly daily, it gets worse when he fucks you. He’s also going to fuck you rough, so don’t even try to ask him to go slower, he won’t comply. Don’t worry though, he might make sure that you cum (even to the point of overstimulating you) as it boosts up his ego, it makes him think he’s so good he can have his partner squirting for him and begging for more—this is only when he's in a good mood though, otherwise, he couldn't care less if you cum or not.
Naoya is the type of man to… head push you on purpose for you to gag on his dick. He likes the messy and filthy look on your tear streaked face and drool running down your chin, it makes him want to shoot his load on you (which he will).
Naoya is the type of man to… slap you, during or outside sex. Naoya is very ill-tempered, he’s prone to get physical and slap you (just look at how he used to bully maki and mai) or have angry sex with you. Whether it was your fault or someone else’s, he’ll blow off some steam fucking you stupid, and expect you to have bruises frequently.
Naoya is the type of man to… punish you while fucking. Like I said before, Naoya is very prone to angry sex and will punish you as he fucks you. Expect lots of choking, spitting, clit and face slapping and probably your ass bruised as well as your scalp, he wont take in consideration of his strength and yank it hard.
Naoya is the type of man to… use you as his cum dumpster. He doesn’t care if you’re in the mood or not, that’s what you’re there for, basically. He just got back from a meeting with the clansmen and he’s stressed? Get on your knees and suck him off. He's mad? Bend over or spread your legs. You better not object or make any sort of complaint, just take it like a good girl. Chances are that you end up pregnant (because he’s the type to forbid you from using birth control), he hopes it's a boy or he’s gonna blame it on you. (even if he’s the one responsible for the baby’s gender but ok)
Naoya is the type of man to… have a feet kink. I literally have no explanation for this one, just look at his face and tell me he does not have a thing for feet 😭
#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk scenarios#jujutsu kaisen#jjk headcanons#jjk smut#jjk naoya#headcanon#jjk hcs#naoya x you#zenin naoya#naoya x reader#naoya zenin#naoya smut#naoya zen'in x reader#jjk zenin
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opposites attract au headcanons, lf63
black cat! reader x golden retriever! luca fantilli
if anyone has anymore hcs for this send them in!!! or if you have a nickname to use for y/n! i love this au sm it’s like my child
regardless of the fact that everyone knows and it’s very obvious, you refuse to admit that you have a soft spot for luca
you keep his favourite drink stocked in your fridge at all times
you let him hold your hand and play with your rings even in public
you asked a friend for their big ten password to watch his away games
you, unfortunately, have become a good luck charm for the wolverines. adam needs to mess up your hair and make your bangs nearly unfixable before every game
the first time he did it he scored twice, however you threatened to break his hand so he didn’t do it the next game, only for them to get actually embarrassingly crushed
luca was upset after the loss so the next weekend you grabbed adam’s wrist and plopped his hand onto your head looking thrilled with your life
you were hoping they’d lose. luke scored a hattrick. you started bringing a pocket mirror to fix your bangs
luca got you a ring with the sun on it, and has a matching one with a moon hanging from his chain
he very adorably explained that he chose the moon and sun because of your relationship dynamic and you hate to admit to yourself that it made you gush
you’ll go to his and adam’s dorm, and you often beat him there if it’s after class, so you’ll take that time to raid his closet and layer every blanket in the room over your shoulders while you draw
sometimes adam beats him back, too and the first few times he was very confused but now the thinks it’s endearing
luca loves scalp scratches
like, loves them
at least once a week you guys have movie night at your apartment, cause you’re a sophomore
sometimes you’ll be sitting in the corner of the couch drawing and he just stares at you in complete awe
he loves watching you draw
he loves seeing the final piece and he loves it even more if you’re proud of yourself
luca’s your #1 hype man at all times
curling your hair? “ouu, that one’s pretty, you’re good at that”
doing a project for a class? “i like how you separated it, n’ it looks cute, the design. you’re so smart, baby”
literally just scrolling on your phone? “you look like a goddess,”
and he has absolutely no shame in saying these things anytime anywhere where, as you’re much more conservative
“you’re so beautiful, baby” and he’ll kiss you on the cheek and squeeze where he has his arm around you
and you’re just blushing with your eyes wide open and your shoulders shrugging inward while you hide away in yourself “there are people around, luca,”
but he means well and sometimes the thoughts just pop into his head and he’s gotta say them, obviously, cause he wants you to know how highly the thinks of you
his smile always makes you weak
cause he smiles with his whole face and he looks adorable
if anyone else smiled at you like he did, though, you’d be audibly revolted
for example, if luca wants a favour and he just smiles at you all pretty and runs his fingers through your hair
on the other hand, you’ve had adam bribe you with food on many occasions
he asks you to come with him for adams draft day and mindlessly tells you that his parents are excited to meet you
you horrified cause he’s been talking to his parents about you and also adam wants you at one of the biggest events of his life??
you’re quiet for the rest of the day, not because you don’t want to but because you’re worried it’s not your place
luca thinks he’s scared you off and that maybe your time together has just been like a college fling even though that’s completely the opposite of how you both feel
he apologizes for springing it on you and for him moving too fast and freaking you
“i thought that we were serious though, so i-”and with that you’re flinching and staring at him with wide eyes
“shit, luca, no, we are serious. i just didn’t know if i should be at something that big for adam, we don’t talk much,” luca grins
“he calls you his sister in law when you’re not around. you’re coming,”
the next time you see adam you hug him for the first time and he’s like the human embodiment of an exclamation point
you ask a lot of questions. mostly logic questions and luca can hardly ever answer them
but he likes that you make him think about things like that and that the inside of your brain has so many facts that every once in a while they contradict themselves so strangely that you come up with some of the most ludicrous shit he’s ever heard
you like when he walks around shirtless
the first time he spent the night he helped you make breakfast the next morning in just a pair of shorts and you were.. distracted to say the least.
the first one of his teammates you really warm up to other than adam is rutger, and he rubs it in everyone’s face
“why rut?? out of all of us?!” you cannot for the life of you come up with an actual reason and they all think you’re lying and that luca knows something and he’s not telling
the incoming class of freshmen is kinda scared of you and they’re all endlessly confused when you’re at one of the houses one day and you just fall asleep on luca
“i’ve been telling you she’s harmless,” “you said she bit adam!” “out of love!”
even though some of them were a little confused with you at first, the whole team thinks you and luca are gross (ly adorable)
#opposites attract au !#e’s headcanons !#luca fantilli#luca fantilli x reader#hockey imagine#nhl imagine#umich wolverines
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Princess (Lily Evans x reader)
Warnings: smut, oral, fingering, swearing
Summary: People like to assume things about y/n and Lily’s relationship which causes Lily to feel disrespected.
People always loved to assume things about you and Lily, your own friends didn’t get your relationship. People perceived Lily to be soft, innocent, beautiful and quite conservative because she’s smart. Whereas you’re perceived to be outspoken, vulgar and confident often mistaken for being dominant.
You and Lily cuddle up on the couch in the common room smiling and kissing happily. “It’s weird, isn’t it?” Sirius says aloud “Yes, it’s unusual” James agrees. The four boys observe you and Lily in the almost empty common room.
“Don’t be jealous, James” you smirk and he scoffs “Jealous? I’m not jealous of you” “All of you are, that must be why you’re all so interested in our relationship.”
“No way, don’t put words in my mouth” Sirius defends himself “We just don’t get it” Remus explains. “There’s not much to get, we love each other” Lily says “Do you ever have sex?” Sirius teases “Shut up Sirius.”
“There’s no way, Lily is too innocent for that” James chimes in. “No, you’ve got it wrong, Lily is a pillow princess” Sirius says “That is so rude” Lily sits up “I guess you’ll never know” you say walking away.
Lily was angered by Sirius’ comments, you follow her to your shared dorm room. “Pillow Princess? Me? I’m not even a bottom!” she exclaims “He is just teasing, you know he likes to get me upset, it’s a joke. I’ll make sure to tell him he went too far.”
Lily angrily paces up and down the length of the dorm room “Get undressed” she demands “Why?” “Dont question me, I’m not in a playful mood.”
You start to get out of your uniform until you’re completely naked “bed” she says, you get onto the bed hugging your knees. Lily mutters to herself continuing to pace up and down forgetting you’re naked and ready for her on the bed. “Pillow princess” she mutters along with cursing Sirius.
“Darling” you say carefully “I’m not a pillow princess, I treat my love with the best orgasms, I love eating your pussy” she says angrily. “I know, you’re so good at making me cum” you encourage her slightly anxious about her behaviour.
“I can’t wait to see your pretty pussy, I bet you’re already wet, you’re always wet for me” you nod as she approaches you. “Lay down, spread your legs” she says unbuttoning her school shirt leaving it open.
Half of you wants to thank Sirius for getting your girlfriend riled up and the other half wants to hate him for insulting her.
Lily kisses your inner thighs as you squirm. She presses her lips to your clit, you feel the pressure. She licks up and down your cunt tasting you and moaning against your clit.
“So good Lil” you moan letting your fingers tangle in her hair.
Her fingers slip inside you making your eyes roll back and your back arch. “That’s it” she says gently, rubbing your inner thigh.
“I’m close” you warn “I know, let it go.”
You screw your eyes shut and breathe out as you finish. Lily’s fingers don’t stop until you’ve completed your orgasm. She licks her fingers and places a kiss on your forehead.
#harry potter#hp imagine#smut#wlw smut#lily evans x you#lily evans fanfiction#lily evans x reader#lily evans x y/n#lily evans x female reader#lily evans fluff#lily evans imagine#lily evans#lily evans smut#lily evans fanfic#lily evans marauders#marauders era smut#lily evans x fem!reader
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In the dungeons
Judge Claude Frollo x fem!reader
Smut. I might got carried away.
You were standing in the hall of Palace of Justice, nervous and shivering. Not only it was cold there but also you never liked this place, it made you feel uneasy. Maybe it was the thought about all the people who were tortured and sentenced to cruel death in this building that caused your antipathy. In normal circumstances you would never come there but you needed to see your husband. He wasn't one of the poor prisoners - but who knows if it wouldn't be better for you. Your husband was no other than the infamous judge Claude Frollo.
Honestly, you wasn't worried when your parents decided that you should married him. Though his old age, in your opinion judge was still handsome and his authority and coldness somehow only made him more attractive to you. It was hard to decide whether you're friends were more frightened or disgusted when you told them about who's gonna be your husband but you always had a thing for older man. Well, maybe there was something wrong with you but at least you had fun.
I mean... for some time.
You shouldn't complain about your marriage. Frollo provided you safe, wealthy and comfortable life. You lived in grand mansion in Paris, without any duties, large group of servants helped you in everything and they were at your command. You could have almost anything, Claude was very lavish with you and he was willing to fulfil your every whim. He was smart, handsome, he cared about you and treated you with respect... your life was almost perfect. Except for one little detail. You felt lonely.
It sounded stupid but that's how it was. Your husband was very reserved and he rarely showed you any affection. He spent most of the time at work and when he came home, he was talking about his job. This... you could even understand. Due to the difference of age and passions between you, there was little amount of topic that interested both of you. But you talked with your friends. You always found yourself something interesting to do in your free time so you didn't need your husband to accompany you at the day. But at night - there was the problem.
Claude didn't avoid his marital duties, he probably enjoyed them but you couldn't stand how boring and conservative your love life was. Sometimes you noticed a glimpse of desire in Frollo's eyes. You knew you were beautiful and your husband wasn't made of stone. But the bigot in him looked for sin in any pleasant activity and that's why sex between you always was so modest. And dull.
You were young and hungry for life - that's why you decided to visit your husband in work. You hoped that you'd be able to convince him to going home earlier than usual.
You knocked to the door of Frollo's office. Hearing cold "Come in", you entered the room with a bit of a worry and a bit of excitement mixed in your heart. He was sitting behind a desk, reading documents but when you came, he stopped working and looked at you surprised.
"Y/n? What are you doing here?" Frollo asked with a note of irritation in his voice.
"I, uhmmm...." your throat became dry as you wondered what to say. Your husband had another disadvantage (though it was certainly very useful skill during interrogating prisoners): in his presence you always felt litlle and insecure, as if Claude was not your husband but an inquisitor arresting you.
(Fact that it was turning you on didn't help)
"I just wanted to see you" you finally said, immediately realizing how stupid it sounded.
Your husband raised an eyebrow.
"You saw me at morning and you would see me at evening when I come home. Is it not enough of my company for you?"
Oh God, it was bad idea. You tried frantically to find a good explanation for your visit.
"am I bothering you here?" You asked.
"No, not really" Claude steepled his hands "I simply thought you had an important reason to visit me"
You blushed. Well, this discussion was already awkward so you decided to be absolutely honest. What bad could happen? (Probably a lot of things but you didn't want to think about this now)
"So, I know this isn't the best moment to talk about this but I feel like I don't attract you"
(That wasn't actually true but it sounded better than "you're a goddamn prude and I want you to pound me as if your life depended on it")
"What?" Judge asked in a shocked tone.
"When we're together you seem so distant and cold... I understand that you have a reputation to uphold but... even when we are in bedroom-" God, you could feel your cheeks getting redder and redder "you... you don't seem interested and sometimes I feel that if we didn't spend nights together, it wouldn't make you any difference"
You felt silent, waiting for answer. Probably your husband would scold you for talking about such things in his work.
Claude looked at you, full of thoughts and inner turmoil. To say he didn't desire you was a complete lie. Since the very first moment he saw you, he thought you were incredibly beautiful and he looked forward for your wedding night. And after it, his feelings only intensified but he tried to hold back his desires and restrict his love life to make sure that he doesn't commit sin of leacherousness but the sight of you standing in front of him, blushing, made him forget about his doubts. Suddenly he had a wicked idea. If you felt that he doesn't desire you.. maybe it was a good time to show you what he fantasised about?
"I think that I can fulfill your needs" he said, getting up. "Just come with me".
You followed him, titillation and impatience seething in you, especially that you went down the stairs to the floor where prison cells and torture chambers were located.
When you entered one of the dungeons, Claude hanged the torch on a wall and locked the door.
"Why-" you wanted to ask but he interrupted you.
"I'm making sure that no one will find us. I have a reputation to uphold"
His stern voice and a little smirk on his face when he looked at you, made you shiver. Though you weren't sure whether it was a caused by fear or by excitement.
"Are you absolutely sure you want to see what I dream about when I look at you?"
You replied without hesitation.
"Yes"
"Then take off your clothes " he ordered. You blushed as you always made love in darkened room, under the sheets, but you began to take off your dress. You weren't going to disobey your husband, especially not now.
When you were finally naked, Frollo stood there for a moment in silence, eyeing you up as if he wanted to note every inch of your body in his memory. He probably still tried to hold his mask of a pious judge, but his face, his eyes, were barely hiding his desire and long tamed lust.
Finally Claude came closer and grasped your hands, then handcuffed them above your head. Position was highly uncomfortable but you didn't make a sound, wondering what would happen next. You could see a lot of different torture devices around the room (honestly you didn't even have idea how some of them worked) that only increased your fear.
You weren't able to turn your head much and see what's happening behind you, you could only hear footsteps of your husband so first lash of the whip was unexpected. You screamed loudly as ineffable pain pierced your back. You still couldn't see Claude but you had an impression that you heard a pleased gasp.
"I want you to count strikes while I'll be punishing you". And after a moment of consideration, he added "ehm, if you feel that you can't take it anymore... and you want to already stop, just say 》red《. Nothing else will stop me. Crying, groaning, whining, begging for mercy will be ignored. You understand?"
"Yes" you whispered. Your back felt as if it was in fire and you had no energy to speak but somehow... You wanted more.
"Speak louder, I can't hear you. And call me 》Your honor《. Clear?"
"Yes, your honor"
Then another strike hit you.
"Two!" You shouted, tears streamed down your face. Your voice was shaking, your back was burning, your arms ached because now you were almost hanging on them.
Another strike.
"Three!"
Now you openly started sobbing and whimpering.
"I am s-s-so sorry, your honor... I beg you, have m-mercy on me... I will d-do whatever you w-want!"
Frollo put bat aside and embraced you, with no regard for your hurt back. His one hand caressed your skin, wandering from your thighs, belly and spending longer time between your breasts. He buried his face in you hair, enjoying the moment. After a while he rested his head on yours, pressing cruelly his body to your suffering back.
"If you're begging so desperately... I will have mercy"
He stood in front of you and freed your hands. You fell on your knees, too sore to stand.
Frollo smiled, enjoying the feeling of power that punishing people was giving him. He took of his robe and pants. Standing naked in the light of the torch made him feel uncomfortable but thought of having sex in clothes was simply unappealing for him.
He put his hand in your hair, stroking it gently.
"I'm lucky to have such obedient wife" he murmured.
You raised your head and looked up at him, with tears streaming down your face.
"Will you..." you gulped, unused to talking openly about intimate things with your husband. Ironically, you talked about it with your friends, especially before wedding, trying to guess how your married life's gonna look like - but never with the one person it concerned. "Will you take me now... your honor?"
He crouched and took your chin if his hand.
"I thing you deserved it" Claude leaned over and kissed you. He never did it so passionately, aggresively even, before. At some point he bit your lip. You pulled of, surprised with sudden pain. You touched your lip. After seeing blood on your fingers you looked at your husband who was observing you carefully, and smiled. God, honestly you used to think about Frollo punishing you and having sex in dungeons but it felt much better than you could ever imagine. You wrapped your hands around his slender waist and sank in his lips. His hands were roaming your body, causing a pleasant shiver. You could barely breathe but you didn't want to interrupt the moment. After a moment you tried to pull Claude on the floor but he stopped you.
"No" he said standing up and grabbing your hand "there's a better place"
He led you to a massive table - or rather a rack - in the corner. As far as you were concerned, prisoner's hands and ankles were fastened to rollers on devices ends and executioner was stretching victims body until it caused excruciating pain.
"Get on it" Frollo ordered and you obediently followed his command. He began tying your hands to the rack.
"Are you gonna use it on me?" You asked jokingly but with a bit of anxiety. After all, you didn't know how far Claude wanted to take this game. Well, he told you that you can stop whenever you want and you supposed you can trust him.
"Maybe another time" he replied in a serious tone and kissed your neck, sucking on a delicate skin. Then he crawled on the top of you and stroked his member a few times until it got hard. He didn't fasten your legs to the table so you wrapped them around his hips.
"Are you ready your honor?"
He nodded with cocky smile and entered you.
It wasn't painful like the first time. For a long time it was awaited moment and you loved feeling him inside you, thrusting, feeling his warm breath on your neck and hearing quiet moans, proving that as much as he doesn't like to show this, your husband enjoys what you're doing. Usually your hands were wandering along his back, sometimes scratching it, but this time you were restrained and you could only arch your back when pleasure was too overhelming.
Finally, Claude came and fell on your body, breathing heavily. You wanted to move hair from his wet forehead but with tied hands, you could only raise your head a bit and kiss his cheek. Frollo kissed your lips and smiled.
"I love you, y/n. You know it right?" He said and you felt surprised. Of course, he was your husband but Claude rather avoided talking about feelings so you had to guess if he has any affection for you. This confession made your heart warm.
"I know, Claude, I know" you smiled. "And by the way, we need to do it more often"
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Jack x Reader have a fling in her office at Jack’s record label after meeting that same day.
***18+ smut*** Romance
You had started working at Generation Now a few months ago. You were always hoping Jack would come in but he never did. His album was done, tour was over, and he was spending most of his time in KY these days. You got a pretty sweet gig working with the artists on their general development. You had earned Drama’s trust and he let you sit in on studio sessions sometimes. You had a great ear and knowledge of Hip Hop and he respected you for that.
“Aye Yo!” Drama poked his head into your office one day. “I need your ear!”
“Now?! I’m kinda busy. I have a meeting with Uzi today.” You replied
“Really?” Drama said raising an eyebrow “What’s up with him?”
“I can’t tell you that. Client privilege” you said smiling
“Jack’s coming in today.” Drama teased
“Good for Jack.” You said distractedly as you were typing until you realized what Drama had said “Wait..WHAT?”
“You heard me. Can you tear yourself away now?” Drama poked you
“I am too nervous.” You said shyly “Maybe count me out.”
“Oh fuck no. You’re coming into the studio when he gets here. Go freshen up he should be here in about an hour.” Drama ordered
“I can’t do that to Uzi. Honestly, I am a huge fan, but Uzi’s so busy. I have to take his call.” You said firmly
That’s why Drama hired you. You were a fan but didn’t have a groupie bone in your body. “Aight then. I get it no worries.” He said as he closed the door behind him.
After your call with Uzi you forgot Jack was even there. You headed out for lunch and heard a deep voice and southern drawl coming from the studio. “Oh fuk! He’s really here.” You thought nervously. You tried passing by the studio as fast as you could but Drama caught you.
“Yo! Come here real quick!” He called out to you motioning you over to the studio.
Jack was sitting with his back turned to the studio entrance facing Drama and laughing about something. You would know those broad shoulders and head of curls anywhere. He threw his head back cackling in that hilarious way you had only seen on Instagram. As Drama called you Jack turned around abruptly.
“Jack y/n, y/n this is The King of KY.” Drama said choking a little on his pull of weed.
Jack looked at you a bit stunned at first. You were looking pretty good that day, although you didn’t even think about it. You just threw yourself together that morning rushing to work. Your hair was in a sexy, curly loose pile on top of your head with longer curls coming down framing your fresh face which just happened by accident. You were dressed conservatively and professional but Jack found it incredibly sexy. You looked like a hot librarian in a white button down shirt tucked neatly into a pencil skirt that accentuated your curves and ample backside. You awkwardly pushed your thick glasses further up on your nose and reached out to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you Mr. Harlow” you said professionally and as lady-like as can be.
Jack was around a lot of beautiful women all the time, but the smart, quirky ones made him self-conscious. He started shifting nervously. Drama knew the signs right away as he knew Jack like his own brother. He looked at him curiously noticing Jack was crushing HARD. Jack extended his hand without saying anything, just smiled and nodded.
The way you gently said “Mr. Harlow.” And looked down a bit with a shy smile made Jack crazy.
“Ummm… so Drama you wanted something?” You asked “I’m just headed out for a bit”
“Headed out for what? I need your ear.” He said playfully. “Please sit down and help me with this beat. I can order some food” He closed the door to the studio.
Fully inside now, you saw Seddy and some other guys you didn’t know sitting on the couch around the corner. The air was thick with weed smoke. Jack watched you walk in your snug pencil skirt across the room to the studio board. There was a young rapper in the booth you had never seen.
“Listen to this for me.” Drama said while pushing random buttons. A throbbing beat burst through the massive speakers at either side. The sound amplified in a soft, muffled way within the dark, padded walls. Drama bobbed his head steadily to the beat.
You bobbed your head in silence and a look of absolute concentration on your face. The beat was so sick, but there was a little sound you felt didn’t need to be there. Jack was studying your face, and In fact, he was studying your every move without you noticing.
“Hmmmm.” You said finally. “Do you hear that little tweak?” You said looking at Drama
“Holy fuck I totally hear it now!” Jack said. Saying the most he’d said since meeting you. “Why did you have it turned down?” He asked you
“Your ear gets used to the whole big sound so you can’t hear the little things.” You nerdily explained very seriously, not making it any easier for Jack who loved nerdy women.
“You’re fucking magic!” Drama said patting you on the back “look see this kid in the booth” He nudged in the direction of the booth with his chin “He needs a lot of work but he has potential. Work with him for me. Polish him up a bit ok?”
“No worries boss I got you.” You gave Drama a friendly crew handshake and got up to go. “Look I really need a walk and some food. I’ll just go grab something.”
“I’ll take you.” Jack piped up “Where are you headed?”
“Ummm that little chicken spot couple blocks away. Pointless to drive really. I’ll be fine but thank you. Mr. Harl….I mean Jack.” You put you hand over your mouth in a muffled giggle.
Drama was looking from you to Jack in this back and forth. He had it in mind to introduce you two for a while but Jack was so busy. In fact, he was thinking of adding you exclusively to Jack’s team but he just needed to watch you a bit longer and have you prove yourself before offering you such an exclusive assignment. Now He could see Jack was feeling you and thought maybe offering you that kind of position might not be a good idea. He knew you could be professional at all times, but Jack…that was another story.
At this point Jack had no clean thoughts, imagining you on your back in his bed. Suddenly he snapped back to reality. “Nonsense! Hop in the Jeep I got you, lunch is on me.” He insisted cheerily “Dram? You good?” Jack said to Drama who was now shooting him a suspicious look.
“Naw I’m good. Can I talk to you right quick?” Drama said hastily pulling Jack to the side as you walked to Jack’s Jeep parked out front “You think you’re slick huh?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Jack said with faking innocence “I am merely giving a lady a ride.”
“That she said she doesn’t need. She works here Jack.” Drama warned “Don’t fuck that up for her.”
“Da fuck? I can’t even touch her?” Jack said incredulously “Like some off limits shit?”
“Yes! Exactly.” Drama shot back “You’re dick is going to make her emotional when I need her to focus. I was thinking of adding her to your team so don’t fuck that up!” Drama was close to Jack’s face now to emphasize his point.
“Fine.” Jack said bitterly “Maybe you should pick teammates with less ass.” He mumbled angrily and headed towards his Jeep fumbling for his keys.
He saw you leaning on the car waiting patiently. You gave him a big smile as he walked up to you. Jack felt weak as he looked at you standing there so nicely, no attitude even though you were hungry and had been waiting for a bit for him to come out.
“Hey you know I’ve been waiting for you, I’m Out Front” You easily joked saying his lyrics back to him and doing a little dancey dance. He had to laugh too. The more he was around you the more he liked you.
“Get in” he said chuckling. He buckled up and as he crept out of his parking spot watching his rearview he noticed you yawn. “Tired and hungry?” He said remembering he wasn’t supposed to be too friendly. His eyes trailed down to your full thighs as you sat down next to him. The seatbelt was pressing into the middle of your chest accentuating your generous breasts. “Keep your eyes on the road” he said to himself clenching the wheel with anxiety.
“Yeah, I can’t say I get much sleep.” You said sighing and leaning your head to one side and catching a magical whiff of Jack’s cologne. It didn’t help that he had a slim fitting black tank on, black cargo pants with a short cuban link chain and sunglasses.
Jack thought you were adorable. How was he going to keep his hands off you he wasn’t yet sure, but he didn’t want to piss off Drama or hurt your career.
“So… you really don’t listen to music in your car” you said quizzically
Jack was thrilled you knew that but he cooly contained it. If this was going to work Drama’s way he had to appear as detached as possible. “Yup.” He said shortly as he made a turn. “Here we are.” He announced abruptly parking in front of the chicken place.
“Thanks” you said feeling him acting off all of a sudden. Going from friendly to cold almost.
“Need me to wait?” He asked seemingly annoyed sounding
“I think I got it from here.” You said just as icy and jumped down out of the Jeep firmly closing the door.
Jack sensed you could tell he switched up. He felt terrible but it was the only way. “K see ya” He said peeling off leaving you at the restaurant.
“Men!” You said exasperated “fucking jerk.” As you walked back to the studio you heard a honk from the street. You refused to turn your head. You had enough of men for one day. You heard it again and realized the car was slowly following beside you. It was Jack.
“Hey!” He called out cupping his hands around his mouth.
You turned up your ear buds. You proceeded to walk and munch on your chicken as you bobbed your head. Intent on ignoring him. Jack parked his Jeep and walked quickly to catch up to you.
“Geezus.” He said a little out of breath stopping right in front of you blocking your way “I’m sorry for that back there.” He said his shades off now to look you in the eye, his baby blue eyes sparkling in the sun. “I said I would give you a ride and all and then I acted weird. You want the truth?” He said reaching out his arm to stop you, his hand firmly gripping your shoulder now as he was desperate for you to understand how he felt.
“Look Mr. Harlow.” You said purposely like he was a complete stranger “I don’t know you so it’s whatever.” You said flippantly while biting into a chicken wing.
Something inside of Jack panicked at the thought of you thinking he was an asshole. “I had to pretend to be an asshole because Drama saw I was feeling you and said to leave you alone.” Jack said hurriedly as he knew you were intent on continuing to walk back to the studio and pretend you never met him.
You paused in shock. “Was this real?” You whispered in your head. “I’m standing on the street eating Chicken wings and Jack Harlow is telling me he’s feeling me!!?”
“Yo.. can you hear me?” Jack said snapping his fingers in your face.
“I’m sorry what did you say?” You wanted to hear it again.
“Look you heard me. Now get back in the Jeep please.” He said firmly but nicely “Give me a second chance to make a first impression.”
You buckled under the weight of that dimpled grin and found yourself saying “Ok fine”
You rode back to the studio with no music and no talking. Just both of you looking straight ahead at the road. Jack broke the silence “Look.” He offered tapping the wheel as he parked. “Not a word to Drama about this” he said slowly
“Ok no problem. I mean you’re never around anyway and we’re both professionals” You said lying to yourself.
“Exactly. Jack said.” lying to himself as well “Ready to go back in?” He said his eyes perusing your body one last time.
“I just have to ask…” you piped up
“Anything.” Jack said eagerly
“Why me? I’m not your type whatsoever.” You said decisively
“Oh really?” Jack said his hand still gripping the gear shift way too hard for being in park. “What’s my type?” He quizzed
“Well you know…dumb IG models” You reasoned
“Every man likes dumb IG models.” Jack said “But then there’s them ones that make you laugh and can teach you something.” He said his hand now absent-mindedly trailing up your thigh
“Jack…please” You protested weakly “I just met you and Drama said…”
“Fuk Drama.” He said exasperated as he withdrew his hand and sat back in his seat.
“I understand it must be quite the thing for you to be with anyone.” You sympathized
Look I don’t want to get you in trouble so lets go back in.” He said sadly
You suddenly felt rebellious. “Jack?” You said stopping him from opening the Jeep door “Wait” You took his hand in yours and went up to his ear grazing the outer edges with your lips and whispered “I won’t tell Drama”
Jack felt like he was about to explode right there and resisted the urges he was feeling “Fuk.” He said “What are you saying?”
“Would you like to come over sometime? I mean next time your in town and you have more time?” You asked
“I…I would..um yes” He stuttered with a deep swallow
“Then let’s go back in” You said winking at him
Jack felt his manhood rising and tried to act completely normal as he stepped back into the studio. You went to your office to avoid anymore conversation with Drama while Jack was around.
That evening It was about 7PM and you decided to finally stop working. You didn’t hear any bass booming anymore from the studio and figured everyone must’ve left. As you shut down your laptop and leaned back in your chair stretching and yawning, someone was turning your office door. You cut the lights and tensed up while looking around the room for anything to hit the intruder with. A hoodie slowly appeared from between the crack in the door. You snuck around so as to be behind the person and whack them one. They said to themselves “Shit! She’s gone.”
“I’m still here loser!” You exclaimed “I thought I was about to get robbed!” All the fear left you once you saw it was Jack. “What in the world are you doing here? Did you forget something?” You asked concerned
“I left with Drama and snuck back. I knew you were still here. I saw the light under the door.” Jack explained whispering
“Oh?” You said with slow pleasure
“Yeah.” He said taking his hoodie off
“What do you want?” You challenged
“I never ask myself that question, because I get what I want.” He said in a sexy low growl as he backed you into your desk and pressed his full body to yours
“Ummm listen Jack, I don’t know, this is soon” You said trying to keep him back with your hand to his chest
He responded by nuzzling into your neck and kissing it. “Say what now?” He said clearly not listening to you
“Well, I mean, we just met today.” You reasoned
“I can’t get you off my mind.” Jack countered “I had to come back”
His knee was massaging your inner thigh coaxing you to make way for him to enter. “Oh lord.” You groaned. There was a couch in your office and Jack motioned over to it.
“We don’t have to fuck” He said brazenly
You nodded not even fully aware of what you were doing as it felt like you were floating to the couch with him. Not even thinking you sat on top of him and he cupped your ass. He proceeded to undo your blouse and could feel your heat through your panties. “God you want this bad” he said teasing your space with his bulge. You got off his lap to finish getting undressed and left a wet spot. “ Holy fuk” he said in amazement.
You nervously chuckled as you unhooked your bra and dropped your underwear. You just stood there not believing you were doing this in your office with JACK HARLOW that you met that day. Jack just sat on the couch looking at your body. You weren’t skinny but didn’t care what he thought. This was all about you. “You looking fucking thick and good.” Jack said as he beckoned for you to come closer. He caressed you and kissed your stomach.
“I’m sorry Jack, I know you don’t drink but I need to loosen up a bit.” You said stepping back and getting a drink from the mini bar in your office.
“I got no issue with you getting loose.” Jack said fully relaxed
You sat down next to him on the couch turned to the side and leaning on your elbow. You just looked at him. Not knowing what to say. You never felt so adventurous and shy at the same time. Jack looked back at you not speaking. The energy between the two of you was high. You we’re both panting slightly not having really done anything yet. You got up off the couch and put on some Norah Jones that was already on the record player in your office. Her soft, melodic voice disappeared at times into the jazz ensemble. “Do you like jazz Jack?” You ask feeling a bit more relaxed now, swaying to the melody with your drink.
“I love jazz” He said getting up to join you. You swayed together with your clothes littered all over the room. He took your drink out of your hand and drew you closer. The two of you danced as his hand traveled down you back and you held him at the waist. Jack started to get hard. “Please.” He whispered touching his forehead to yours “Please let me inside of you.”
Your walls ached and you got even wetter at the sound of his soothing voice asking you to give yourself to him. You wanted to but you weren’t completely sure. “You could have anyone the day you met them.” You said
“I’m not like this I swear.” He said feeling strangely drawn to you from the time you appeared in that pencil skirt and nerdy glasses. He decided to take more decisive action. He didn’t want to push, but a lot of guys passed through the studio and he wanted you on him only. Jack wasn’t one to share once he really liked someone. He broke the embrace you were sharing and took your hand and placed it on his bulge.
You reached into his underwear and started to gently stroke him. Jack was sensitive and he let out a deep groan. He was putty in your hands. You knelt down and slowly licked him up the underside of his generous size pausing at the tip until you engulfed the entire shaft. You twisted your head every which way while being seductively gentle. Saliva oozed down his cock as you made him feel like he was leaving his body. Not being able to stand it anymore he backed away. “Sit” he said breathlessly motioning to a chair. You sat obediently. Jack stood in front of you and took both of your voluptuous breasts in his hands. He put his strong manhood between them and worked up a throbbing rhythm. You spit on the tip and tickled the head with your tongue.
“That’s it.” You said heaving “it’s all yours”
Jack left your breasts and forcibly opened your legs. He was on his knees now. The hairs on the underside of his lower lip tickling your now soaking wet pussy. He sucked all your juices while moaning, sounding like he was eating his favourite meal. You grabbed a handful of his soft chestnut curls and pushed your hips into his face. He slid his hands under your butt and held on tightly putting his tongue in and out of you and sucking your clit like a mango seed. You quivered and shook as you clenched and your essence gushed out. “Uuuuuugggghhh!” You cried, your abdomen sweatily rising and falling with every heavy breath you took.
“Up” Jack ordered as he greedily wiped his mouth from your cum and stood up. He hoisted you up and you locked your legs around his waist by your ankles and hung on around his neck as he entered you. “Yes! Fuck me.” You said aggressively as you bounced on him.
His pecs and arms stayed flexed to hold you up as you rode him in air. Eventually you gracefully descend down him as you were both drenched in passion. “Fucking freak” he teased you and slapped your ass
“Owwww!” You exclaimed rubbing the spot that now left a mark.
“On your back” he ordered backing you up to the couch. As you laid down he hitched your legs up on his shoulders and slid in.
“Fuck!!” You said in the most delicious pain as you felt the pressure of him opening you up again.
Your pussy felt so good as your walls were fully pounded, warm, wet, and soft. Jack hiked your ass up and down with force on his hard shaft. “Jack please cum!” you cried out as your hips grinded together. He pulled out for a second teasing your clit with his now dark red tip. He was about to burst. He dropped your legs and spread you wide open entering you one last time. His full body and weight was on you as he thrust in and out. You held onto his back and buried your face into his shoulder to muffled your screams. He got you into a head lock and thrusted so hard you felt like you were about to break.
“Uuuuuggghhhhh” he slowly let out a loud moan and released everything he had inside of you. He pulled out looking down at his dick dripping with your juices and collapsed beside you completely empty and out of breath.
You got up and grabbed some tissue cleaning him and yourself up. “You ok?” You asked him finally able to speak.
“I’m the happiest fucking man right now” he managed to say between laboured breaths as he began to regain his composure. “Holy fuck you hotter than hell.” He said, having decided then and there that Drama could go fuck himself. He wrapped a blanket flung over the couch around both of you and cradled you in his arms.
“Let’s get some sleep” he said
“Here? In my office?” you asked him “Naw I can’t do that. We can shower and sleep at my place” You offered.
Jack kissed you on your arm as he caressed it and said “Well since your the future Mrs. Harlow I suppose that’s ok.” He reasoned playfully
“The future Mrs. What? Come on Jack how many times have you said that right after.” You said nudging him in his ribs
“I can see your not easily impressed.” He said actually impressed by that.
“Or easily taken” you said firmly getting serious “I have my career.”
“Oh we’ll see about that.” He assured you “Cuz you bout to lose your job.” He teased rocking you in his arms
You both burst out laughing, looked at each other and said at exactly the same time “FUCK DRAMA!”
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Bonus Sanny Chapter
Pairings: Jake Kiszka x Reader, Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner
Genre: ANGST, fluff, hurt/comfort
Word Count: little over 2.1 k
Warnings: descriptions of severe wound, retelling traumatic experience, cleaning wounds, Josh’s a dick and Sam yells at him for it
A/N: the reason this isnt ch 12 is because i wrote it after i had written ch 12 because i wanted to elaborate on Sammy and Dannys story 🥹🫶
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As soon as they feel the ship stop, Samuel and Jacob are on their feet, watching the door for Daniel’s return. He bursts through it moments later, his eyes landing on Polaris, praying that he would see their chest rising and falling. His gaze goes down to their stomach, an angry welt of burnt flesh in the place of their stab wound. His eyes dart between the two other men as he moves towards the table, gently picking Polaris up. “You- you cauterized it?”
Jacob says nothing as they make their way through the halls, trailing close behind Daniel with Samuel at his side. “He had to.” Samuel whispers.
“That was a smart move, Jacob. You saved their life. With the amount of blood they were losing when I left, they wouldn’t have made it this far if not for you.”
Joshua joins them as they begin down the dock to the town, worry on his face as he looks over Samuel. “Are you ok?”
He brushes the question off. “I’m fine. Polaris needs Rosanna.”
Jacob finally speaks up, his gaze set on Polaris in Daniel’s arms as he directs his words to Joshua. “Go get Rosanna, bring her to the house.”
He scoffs, his steps faltering slightly. “And why should I? They could still be a traitor.”
“THEY AREN’T, JOSHUA!” Samuel’s voice startles them, not used to seeing their younger brother so furious. “They fucking saved my life. So, you’re going to go get Rosanna so we can make sure we have done all we can to save theirs.” His enraged stare is enough to leave the older man speechless.
“Yeah- ok fine, I’ll go get Rosanna.” He separates from the group, jogging in the direction of Rosanna’s tavern as the others continue towards The Kiszka house. Jacob rushes in front of Daniel as they reach the doorstep, opening the door for him quickly as they file in. Daniel immediately heads for the bedroom, setting Polaris down lightly as they wait for their brother to return with Rosanna.
“You ok, Sam?” Daniel’s voice is gentle as he observes the other man standing at Polaris’ side, looking down at them with terror on his face as he absentmindedly chews his cuticles.
His eyes dart up to Daniel as he removes his hand from his lips. “I will be when Rosanna gets here. I will be if they- when they wake up.” Daniel sees tears brimming in his eyes once more, and he decides to drop it. The minutes pass excruciatingly slow as they wait, each man in separate states of distress.
Finally, they hear the front door open, and Rosanna rushes into the room seconds later. She shoos Jacob away from Polaris’ side, kneeling next to the bed as she pulls their shirt up to get a look at the severity of the wound. Joshua lingers in the doorway to the room, not knowing where he would put himself if he fully entered.
“You cauterized it?” Rosanna looks between the men as Jacob nods. “Jacob I could fucking kiss you. That’s what I would’ve done, with how bad it looks like it was.” Rosanna brings her hand to Polaris’ forehead, checking their temperature before bringing her fingers down to their wrist, feeling their pulse. She lets out a breath of relief.
“Well, I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news is, there’s not much else that can be done. The bleeding’s stopped, and that burn should heal over faster than if someone had sewn it back up. The bad news is, it might take a while for them to- to wake up.”
She looks between the men apologetically. “With how bad it is, their body’s shut down to conserve energy, to keep them alive. It doesn’t help that they’re practically starving and severely dehydrated.”
“How long could it be? Before they wake up.” Samuel whispers as tears begin to trail down his cheeks.
“Anywhere from a couple days to- to a couple weeks. I’m sorry, kid. You guys did good, you got them out, and you kept them alive.”
“I’m going back to The God Song. Need to start planning how to find Helena again.” Joshua says quickly, already turning to leave.
Samuel shoots up, turning on his brother again. “Could you at least pretend to care about them? For even a fucking minute?”
Joshua turns back, his face blank as he crosses his arms. “Until you tell us what exactly they did to become a saint in your eyes, no.” Samuel says nothing, opening and closing his mouth as he tries to find the words. Joshua sees his opportunity to push his buttons even further, hoping that he would snap if he pushed the right one.
“So, tell us, Samuel. What did Polaris do for you that has got you wrapped around their fucking finger like this?”
Samuel sets his jaw, tears spilling down his cheeks as he says nothing. Not knowing where to start, he decides to show them instead, shrugging Jacob’s jacket off as he turns. The other four gasp at the sight of his back, and while the marks from Helenas whip were mostly scabbed over, a few had broken open and were trailing blood down his back from his attempt to pick Polaris up. Samuel turns around again, throwing Jacob’s jacket on one of the empty beds as he stares at the floor, not wanting to meet the others eyes.
“We hadn’t even been there for a fucking day when Helena did it. She took me to the room next to where we were being kept and- and she-” Samuel stops himself as a sob shakes his body, but the others need no further explanation to know exactly what she did. He takes a deep breath, trying to collect himself before continuing.
“I blacked out at some point. The next thing I remember was the cold stone underneath me and Polaris at my side. They managed to clean it the best they could- they- they used the little water they gave us and the sleeve of their shirt to do it. Let me rest my head on them to try and find what little comfort we could in that fucking cell.”
He wipes his cheeks roughly with the back of his hand as his tears slow. “They managed to get one of the guards to bring them some alcohol, so it wouldn’t get infected. Helped me wrap it with the scraps of my shirt. They refused to let me sleep against the dirty walls, so let me rest against them. They showed me- they showed me immense kindness and care when I had called them a traitor not even three hours before. They never fucking left my side, made sure I knew I wasn’t alone in that godforsaken place.”
His eyes lock on Joshua’s, his stare intense and serious as he finishes his story. “So that’s why I care so much about them, Joshua. Because no matter how much fucking excruciating pain I was in, no matter how fucking hopeless I felt, how fucking close I was to giving up completely-” His voice breaks, causing him to take a moment to collect himself once more. “They were there. They didn’t leave me, so I’m not leaving them.”
The room is silent as they process everything Samuel had just revealed. Joshua’s voice is quiet and full of shame when he finds it. “Samuel, I- I’m so sorry. I didn’t know-”
“No. How could you? Because they- they always have to be the fucking bad guy to you.”
“Sam I-”
He cuts his oldest brother off harshly. “You can go now. Find a way to get to the bitch that did this, or whatever you were going to do.”
Joshua’s mouth closes as his shoulders droop at his words. Despite knowing he was more than deserving of them, they still cut him deep. He turns without another word, deciding to let Samuel cool off before trying to apologize again. The room is filled with tension at his departure. With the way he looked up to his older brothers, Samuel never spoke to Joshua like that. He had never spoken to anyone like that, had never been fueled with that level of rage before.
“C’mere, Samuel. Let me see your back.” Rosanna stands, making her way around the bed towards the man before she looks him over carefully.
“You don’t need stitches, not with how healed they are. Just need to clean you up and get some clean bindings over them and they should be alright. Polaris- Polaris did an amazing job, with what little resources you had. Come out into the other room and I’ll get you fixed up.”
Daniel cuts in, starting towards them. “It’s alright, I can do it. You should get back to your bar, make sure they haven’t raided all your good liquor stores yet.”
She laughs lightly, silently praying that everything was just the way she had left it at her bar. “If you insist.” She pats Samuel’s shoulder lightly before she makes her way towards the door. “You’re in good hands, Samuel. Don’t hesitate to yell for me if either of you need anything.”
With that, she leaves without another word. Samuel sighs, bringing his hand to his forehead. Jacob looks over at his younger brother, apology written across his face. “Sam I-”
“Please, Jake. I don’t mean to sound like an ass but, not right now. I don’t want any apologies for what happened to me, I just want Polaris to be ok.”
Jacob stays quiet, understanding where his brother was coming from. Daniel takes hold of his bicep gently, beginning to pull him from the room. “Come on, Sammy. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”
Samuel plants his feet as he shakes his head, trying his best to resist Daniel. “I’m not leaving them.”
Daniel brings his mouth close to Samuel’s ear, speaking loud enough for only him to hear. “They’ll be ok with Jacob, and if anything happens, which it won’t, we’ll only be in the other room.”
Samuel’s gaze goes between Polaris and Daniel a few times before he finally gives in, Daniel leading them out of the room before gently closing the door behind him. He guides Samuel onto a tall, backless bar stool before leaving him momentarily, returning with a bottle of their strongest alcohol, some clean cloth, and bandages.
Daniel says nothing as he sets in on cleaning the other man’s back, unintentionally flinching from his skin as he winces at the contact. After a few minutes, he finds his voice again. “As much as I hate what you two went through, that you even needed it in the first place, I’m- I’m glad you had Polaris in there. To remind you that you didn’t have to get through it alone. Like-” He cuts himself off briskly, not knowing how Samuel would feel about the comparison.
Samuel finishes his sentence. “Like I did for you. When your parents died.”
“Yes.” He sets the cloth down, finding the bandages before beginning to wrap Samuel’s back.
“I thought about you so many times when we were in there. Everyday.” His words are barely a whisper, his confession falling upon the silence of the room as Daniel pauses his motions.
“Really?”
“Yes. I didn’t- I didn’t know if I would ever see you again, Danny.” Daniel doesn’t know how to respond as he finishes, tucking the end of the bandage into itself gently. Samuel turns in his seat to face the other man, his eyes locking with Daniel’s as he works up the courage to continue.
“I thought I was going to die without telling you-” He tears his eyes from Daniel, looking down at his hands in his lap as he picked at the skin around his nails.
“Without telling me what, Sam?” Samuel remembers what Polaris had told him that first day they were in the cell together, about how Daniel felt the same as he did. Daniel brings a hand down to the other man’s hands, his thumbs lightly grazing his knuckles as he swept it across his skin in comforting motions. Samuel brings his gaze back to rest on Daniel, seeing nothing in his eyes but sincere care.
“That I loved you. I always have, Danny. I was- I was too scared that you didn’t feel the same, that I would ruin whatever it was that we had by telling you.” The tear that runs down his cheek is quickly brushed away by Daniel’s hand as he brings it up to cup his jaw, slightly bending towards him until his lips are on Samuel’s. He leans into his touch, one of his hands coming up to cup Daniel’s as his other tangles in his hair, pulling him towards him.
Daniel eventually breaks their kiss, staying within Samuel’s touch as he looks at the other man, his pupils blown wide. “I love you too, Sammy. Always have, always will.”
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#greta van fleet#greta van fleet fan fiction#gvf fic#fic#jake gvf#josh gvf#daniel gvf#sam gvf#sam kiszka x danny wagner#pirates
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ik ur busy and that’s perfectly fine!!! take ur time n take care of urself. but I gotta ask!!
who do you think is most likely to least likely be educated on getting tested and staying safe during seggs??
because I know sex talk isn’t huge in korea since they’re so conservative or whatever but yea.
idk why this is so funny to me djekejwkdjd like i’m just sitting here giggling like it’s so random and i love it like i’m sitting tryna figure out the train of thought that led to this question it’s so funny
imma put joon first simply bc he always at doctor like it seem like once a month he show us his doctor's report and it's like okay we get it you built like a D1 athlete now take off your shirt and lemme see what dem abs do so i know it's real but anyway also like ain't no way mr "i got an automatic dick" be going around uninformed like he too horny and smart for that
next up i'm going with yoongi bc he just seem like he comfortable talking about anything even the things that make other people uncomfortable like he'd rather be safe than sorry he got things to do and cannot worry about being sick like he just got his arm done last thing he need is an sti or a baby interfering with his career path
i'm putting hobi and jimin heads of the "don't get sick" committee next like they're both known to get things taken care of and i don't think this would be an exception like they may be more shy about it than the first two but they not finna play around with it
moving right along we got the two members of the NO HO SQUAD mr kim seokjin and mr jeon jungkook!!!!!! they are NOT sheck wes they have NO HOES calling they phone so really they ain't got to worry too much about it like if they at they appointment and the doctor ask them when the last time they was sexually active jin just gonna be like he was active on maplestory last night and jungkook would stare for 5 minutes before saying he don't remember but like if he offers to test them they not gonna reject it but it's just something to do more than anything 😭
hate to say it hope i don't sound ridiculous but i just get the feeling that tae would be sooooo nonchalant about it like i'm just thinking about how he ain't have no sneakers until he hurt his leg practicing in slides or how he just assumed he won't gonna get covid (not that he didn't take precautions but just referring to the mindset) like he ain't gon be out here being RECKLESS or anything but he just don't seem like he'd be the most proactive wit it like if anyone ever wanted to trap a member with a kid he would be the one to go to but you ain't hear that from me
a/n: FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES LEMME JUST STATE THAT THIS IS A JOAK ITS FICTION JUST ME SAYING WORDS PLS DON'T TAKE ME SERIOUSLY i don't need anyone coming for me for saying tae ain't safe wit it or that seokjin and jk don't got hoes 😭🤧
#bts fanfiction#ask of interest#bts headcanons#kim namjoon fic#kim seokjin x reader#min yoongi fanfic#jung hoseok x you#jimin fanfic#taehyung x you#jungkook fanfic
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So I know this is probably dumb, but what about Jenna Middleton/Brooke Davis for that comparing Degrassi characters to people from other shows thing? Jenna's passion for music makes her more like Peyton or Haley, but in personality she really reminds me of Brooke: bubbly, adventurous, loving extroverts who prefer optimism so initially deny a few hard truths, not all that book smart but very intelligent and savvy when it comes to people, they're both spontaneous but also kind of impulsive, and both even announce that they're not letting boys define them anymore :) You could also maybe compare Jimmy to Nathan Scott...? And while I'm obsessively analyzing every character, I'd love to hear your thoughts on the differences between Emma and Clair - they seem very similar to me!
Comparing Jenna to any of those girls seems inaccurate to me, but maybe I'm thinking of early Jenna. I just feel like she was so bubbly and low key phony to begin with. She clearly got a lot of validation from being perceived as more desirable than other girls. So I'm with you. I don't think Haley and Jenna are anything alike beyond their passion for music. Haley was anxious, introverted, responsible and school oriented. That was never Jenna, unless you want to say she was more responsible during seasons 11-14. Out of the three main girls, Brooke is the closest comparison. But I still struggle to see it. I just feel like even before Brooke admits how smart she is, she's much socially conscious and intelligent than Jenna. But I loved reading everything you had to say. I strongly agree that both Jenna and Brooke eventually come to define their own self worth based on how much they like themselves and personal growth rather than whether or not boys find them attractive. This makes me realize that I spend very little time analyzing Jenna.
As for Jimmy and Nathan, that works! Though, I think Jimmy was always more intelligent than Nathan. Even though both guys always saw playing professional basketball as their futures and even had fathers who pressured them to succeed and keep pushing even to their detriment, it seemed like Jimmy always had more going for him than Nathan. In spite of the tragedy that befell Jimmy, he was always going to be fine. Jimmy had a way of becoming successful at everything he tried, from art to rapping. Apparently, he had plans to become a lawyer. I got the feeling school came fairly easily for Jimmy compared to someone like Nathan, who heavily relied on his talent to get him far in life. Jimmy seemed more comfortable reinventing himself and figuring out an alternate path for his life than Nathan ever did - though it should be acknowledged that Nathan eventually thrived once his health forced him to retire. It's just that he had to put in a lot of effort to succeed.
Clare and Emma. Hmm. Obviously, both played the same role. They are the prominent, good girls of their classes. There's a perception that both Emma and Clare never make mistakes (in universe, not in the fandom). Both are drawn to bad boy types from time to time. Neither is afraid to speak up when they feel something unjust is happening. However, Emma navigates social situations far easier than Clare does. From the very beginning of TNG, Emma has zero problem using her voice and making her opinions known. I'm sure this is related to Emma being raised by a single mom and basically being the center of Spike's world. Spike was always a feminist, so you can imagine Emma was brought up to believe women should use their voices and to never make yourself smaller to appease anyone. And Emma never did. Clare had a very different upbringing. She was raised in a conservative, Christian household with God-fearing parents. Unlike Emma, Clare always had an older sibling. It was known to everyone that while Darcy was the pretty, popular, social one, Clare was just the smart one. She was likely overlooked prior to coming to Degrassi and being noticed beyond being Darcy's little sister. Clare needed time to come into her own. Unlike Emma, Clare started as much more of a pushover. But once Clare gained some confidence and learned to use her individual voice without worrying about disturbing the peace, that was that. I don't think being social ever came completely easily to Clare, though. She was very by the books and is often accused of being sanctimonious in later seasons. Their goals were also different. While Emma was mainly focused on the environment and making the world a better place, Clare was more comfortable being a writer. She seemed to oscillate between pursuing creative writing or becoming a journalist before settling on the latter. Clare is nothing if not practical. Emma was more interested in feelings and morals than she was something more concrete. Interestingly, both girls ended up in a similar place with each taking time to figure out their next move with guys they probably shouldn't have settled down with.
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Oh, I think there's most likely going to be at least one other papwalk/sighting/forced SM interaction spree before the end, so get ready for it.//
Oh god, if there is any future pap walks or leaked pictures after what came out this week about her and her Best friends/close friends then he doesn't deserve any forgiveness, even if he posts his get out jail free card dodger pics, shirtless pics, some puppy video. 🙄
It doesn't matter if she herself didn't post any of the racist tweets, the fact they're old and she still associates with these people says a lot. And if he continues to associate with her whether its PR, real relationship, or sugar baby type thing, it says a lot about him as well. Because any time he comes after trump or any other racist politicians its not gonna mean sh*t. I don't ever want to see him looking all googly eyed at WOC again, when he little gf has friends who have been using the N words religiously and she seems to be fine with it. This whole crap fest has me side eyeing him, but the racist and culture appropriation that has come to light about her and her crew is what is be final nail. Idc if there is a contract, if he was smart and his team had any ounce of intelligence they would have never started this sh*t but especially would have included an automatic contract termination clause in the contract in case some thing like became public. And if we are going by their timeline, they're telling me they didn't find out that his gf and her friends have a past and I'm sure a present of racism and culture appropriation, how much can he honestly know her, if all this public stuff was unknown to him.
Whether this is PR or real, him and his team are the dumbest people on earth. He has all the resources in the world, all the access, and you're telling me they didn't do a full on background check of her, her friends and family. They had zero information of this person. We can tell by all this that they only had access through social media prior to NYE, so they were already going in pretty blind, but the fact they didn't do a social media sweep on her and her friends including twitter, ig, fb says a lot about how unintelligent they are. All they had to do was look at her ig narrow down her crew, people she associates with constantly, and then search them. They would have found the tweets and pictures. Like how stupid can people be.
Last thing, If and this is a big If, If this is real and he is associating with these racists by personal choice then he is no advocate for POC or other minorities, I never want to hear him or see him post about any conservatives attacking POC when he isn't keep that same energy with the people in his circle. If he is okay spending time with someone who is associated with racism and is doing so without being forced to by a contract then he isn't an advocate nor is he innocent. It doesn't matter if he isn't the one making the racist remarks or if he isn't the one dressing up in other cultures' traditional outfits. By being seen with this person he is belittling those cultures and POC. POC/minorities have been subjected to racism, stereotyping, xenophobia and to have this ignorant white man child acting like he stands with them but turns around and dates a girl who part-taking in it then he isn't an ally. He's already has a questionable history himself. Whether its flying across the Atlantic for a pr booty call during a pandemic, partying it up and ignoring social distancing orders (cause god forbid you miss one halloween, Christmas, birthday, and new year), while most of us normal folks had to celebrate the same holidays and birthday away from family and friends, locked in our homes. His own remarks about certain type of women is concerning, the rumors of his ghosting women is concerning, and if I'm being honest, his circle of white privileged friends seems like it might have 1 or 2 Trump/corrupt Republican politician supporters. All this just shows me that he really lays it on thick, he doesn't actually care about any social or political issue especially those that impact minorities and POC, he doesn't care or at least doesn't really under things POC go through. He says things just to make himself look good, and is just all talk.
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It's Too Late for Simpering Senile Snake and Diarrhea Dentures Dumb Chump donald j. trump. He's Been Fatally Poisoned by the Lies of Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey. And The United States of America Remains Great Without him. Part 2/4.
Earthquake: M 1.4 - 9.5 km (5.9 mi) WNW of The Geysers, CA
2023-12-08 01:54:56 (UTC) 38.820°N 122.851°W 2.7 km depth
Near Flood Road overlooking Big Sulphur Creek and Eagle Rock.
Being abundantly available in native form, sulfur was known in ancient times and is referred to in the Torah (Genesis). English translations of the Christian Bible commonly referred to burning sulfur as "brimstone", giving rise to the term "fire-and-brimstone" sermons, in which listeners are reminded of the fate of eternal damnation that await the unbelieving and unrepentant. It is from this part of the Bible that Hell is implied to "smell of sulfur" (likely due to its association with volcanic activity). (Wikipedia)
Revelation 8:13
As I watched, I heard an eagle that was flying in midair call out in a loud voice: “Woe! Woe! Woe to the inhabitants of the earth, because of the trumpet blasts about to be sounded by the other three angels!”
Revelation 9:1
The fifth angel sounded his trumpet, and I saw a star that had fallen from the sky to the earth. The star was given the key to the shaft of the Abyss.
Revelation 9:2
When he opened the Abyss, smoke rose from it like the smoke from a gigantic furnace. The sun and sky were darkened by the smoke from the Abyss.
Christian Televangelist Pat Robertson says he believes President Joe Biden truly won the election and distances himself from donald j. trump: 'You've had your day, and it's time to move on'
On his television show "The 700 Club," Robertson delivered a monologue in which he challenged the president on a personal and political level and gave a very different assessment.
"donald was "very erratic, and he's fired people and he's fought people and he's insulted people, and he keeps going down the line."
'donald lives in an alternate reality," Robertson added, laying into some of Trump's most notorious lies and telling Trump "it's time to move on."
In reconciling his perception of donald j. trump, Robertson added, "And so, it's a mixed bag," he said. "And I think it would be well to say, 'You've had your day and it's time to move on.'"
When asked about a potential 2024 trump run, Robertson said, "I think it's a sideshow."
Source: https://www.businessinsider.com/pat-robertson-distances-himself-trump-its-time-to-move-on-2020-12
Megyn Kelly said that Donald Trump is increasingly confused and not as 'mentally sharp' as he once was
"There's no question that Trump has lost a step or multiple steps," Kelly told conservative commentator Glenn Beck on Friday. "He is confusing Joe Biden for Obama. I know he's now saying he intentionally did that — go back and look at the clips, it wasn't intentional."
She noted that he is making mistakes "repeatedly," including "confusing countries, confusing cities where he is."
"With all due respect to Trump, this is what happens when you're 77 years old. Trump is human. He's just a very old man."
Trump's presidential nomination rivals are also challenging his mental capacities. Kelly highlighted a DeSantis' jab at Trump, who said, "Father Time spares no one."
Source:https://www.businessinsider.com/megyn-kelly-donald-trump-not-as-mentally-sharp-once-was-2023-12
Billionaire GOP donor endorses Haley, says Trump’s time has ‘come and gone’
Home Depot co-founder and billionaire Ken Langone put his support behind GOP hopeful Nikki Haley on Friday, calling her approach to the 2024 election “smart.”
“I think she’s just what we need right now. I think her approach is smart. I think she’s clarified herself on some issues which is very important,” Langone, who is seen as a GOP mega donor, said in an interview with Fox News’s Neil Cavuto. “And more importantly, I think the American people need this kind of leadership, statesman-like, elegant.”
“When you think of where we’ve been in the last six or seven or eight years, it’s not good, Neil. It’s not good at all,” he added.
Langone added that he believes the former president’s time had “come and gone,” while pointing to the last few months of his tenure in the White House, as reasons why he wouldn’t back Trump.
“What Trump put this country through for the last three months of his presidency was disgraceful. I’m sorry. And I think, frankly, that to me, ruined his chances to succeed himself at some point,” he told Cavuto. “So, you know, I think what happened on January 6th, all I had to say was, ‘please go home.’ You made known your feelings. Now go home.”
Source: https://thehill.com/homenews/campaign/4350728-nikki-haley-billionaire-gop-donor-endorsement-2024/
TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 392:
Deuteronomy 7:19
the wondrous acts that you saw with your own eyes, the signs and the portents, the mighty hand, and the outstretched arm by which the Lord your God liberated you. Thus will the Lord your God do to all the peoples you now fear.
Deuteronomy 7:20
The Lord your God will also send a plague against them, until those who are left in hiding perish before you.
Deuteronomy 7:21
Do not stand in dread of them, for the Lord your God is in your midst, a great and awesome God.
Matthew 7:21
“Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven.
Matthew 7:22
Many will say to me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?’
Matthew 7:23
Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!’
Mark 7:20
He went on: “What comes out of a person is what defiles them.
Mark 7:21
For it is from within, out of a person’s heart, that evil thoughts come—sexual immorality, theft, murder,
Mark 7:22
adultery, greed, malice, deceit, lewdness, envy, slander, arrogance and folly.
John 7:21
Jesus said to them, “I did one miracle, and you are all amazed.
Nelson's Story - "22 Short Films About Springfield" (Season 7, Episode 21)
April 14, 1996 (105th day)
Duration: 1:29 (89 seconds)
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Strong's Concordance #2229
zaram: to gush (as water), pour out, to pour forth in floods, flood away, carry away as with a flood
Original Word: זָרַם
2 Thessalonians 2:3
Don’t let anyone deceive you in any way, for that day will not come until the rebellion occurs and the man of lawlessness is revealed, the man doomed to destruction.
2 Thessalonians 2:4
He will oppose and will exalt himself over everything that is called God or is worshiped, so that he sets himself up in God’s temple, proclaiming himself to be God.
2 Thessalonians 2:5
Don’t you remember that when I was with you I used to tell you these things?
2 Thessalonians 2:6
And now you know what is holding him back, so that he may be revealed at the proper time.
2 Thessalonians 2:7
For the secret power of lawlessness is already at work; but the one who now holds it back will continue to do so till he is taken out of the way.
2 Thessalonians 2:8
And then the lawless one will be revealed, whom the Lord Jesus will overthrow with the breath of his mouth and destroy by the splendor of his coming.
TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 381:
Deuteronomy 3:21
I also charged Joshua at that time, saying, "You have seen with your own eyes all that the Lord your God has done to these two kings; so shall the Lord do to all the kingdoms into which you shall cross over.
Deuteronomy 3:22
Do not fear them, for it is the Lord your God who will battle for you."
TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 519:
Judges 3:14
The Israelites were subject to King Eglon of Moab for eighteen years.
Judges 3:15
Then the Israelites cried out to the Lord, and the Lord raised up a champion for them: the Benjaminite Ehud son of Gera, a left-handed man. It happened tht the Israelites sent tribute to King Eglon of Moab through him.
Judges 3:16
So Ehud made for himself a two-edged dagger, a gomed in length, which he girded on his right side under his cloak.
Judges 3:17
He presented the tribute to King Eglon of Moab. Now Eglon was a very stout man.
Judges 3:18
when [Ehud] had finished presenting the tribute, he dismissed the people who had conveyed the tribute.
Judges 3:19
But he himself returned from Pesilim, near Gilgal, and said, "Your Majesty, I have a secret message for you." [Eglon] thereupon commanded, "Silence!" So all those in attendance left his presence;
Judges 3:20
and when Ehud approached him, he was sitting alone in his cool upper chamber. Ehud said, "I have a message for you from God"; whereupon he rose from his seat.
Judges 3:21
Reaching with his left hand, Ehud drew the dagger from his right side and drove it into [Eglon's] belly.
Judges 3:22
The fat closed over the blade and the hilt went in after the blade--for he did not pull the dagger out of his belly--and the filth came out.
TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1625:
Proverbs 15:22
Plans are foiled for want of counsel, But they succeed through many advisers.
TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1680:
Job 15:22
He is never sure he will come back from the dark; A sword stares him in the face.
John 15:22
If I had not come and spoken to them, they would not be guilty of sin; but now they have no excuse for their sin.
Money Well-Spent! On Today's Episode of "The Misadventures of Dirty Diarrhea Dentures Dementia Dummy donnie j. trump," Simpering, Slithering Stupid trump Chump's Own Witness Testifies that donnie's Penthouse Price Was Definitely Inflated! Eli Bartov Made a Great Deal at Dumb donnie's Expense!
December 07, 2023 at 3:22 PM EST (15:22 EST)
After Manhattan-based Judge Arthur Engoron found Trump and the other defendants committed fraud by overstating the value of their assets, a witness who's already been paid "about" $877,500, testifying on behalf of donald trump in his $250 million civil fraud lawsuit, said Thursday that the price of one of his properties was inflated.
Eli Bartov, a research professor of accounting at New York University's Stern School of Business, who's making $1,350 an hour working on the case for Trump, testified on Thursday on Trump's behalf and previously testified as an expert witness more than 15 times.
Bartov, according to multiple reports from those inside the courtroom, said the estimated square footage of Trump's New York penthouse—roughly three times its actual size—was inflated.
He was referring to Trump more than doubling the value of his triplex apartment on his statement of financial condition, from $80 million to $180 million, between 2011 and 2012, according to ABC News.
"The triplex, the price was inflated," he said. "There's no question about that."
"Any person that had one year experience in auditing…will immediately see there is a jump from 80 million to 180 million," he said.
https://www.newsweek.com/donald-trumps-own-witness-describes-how-penthouse-price-was-inflated-1850594
Strong's Concordance #18
ebus: a crib, feeding trough, a manger
Original Word: אֵבוּס
Strong's Concordance #5059
nagan: to thrum, i.e. Beat a tune with the fingers; to play on a stringed instrument; hence (generally), to make music, player on instruments, sing to the stringed instruments, melody, ministrel, player.
Original Word: נָגַן
Strong's Concordance #4
eb: fruit
Original Word: אֵב
TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 843 and 844:
Isaiah 1:1
The prophecies of Isaiah son of Amoz, who prophesied concerning Judah and Jerusalem in the reigns of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah, kings of Judah.
Isaiah 1:2
Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth, For the Lord has spoken: "I reared children and brought them up--And they have rebelled against Me!
Isaiah 1:3
An ox knows its owner, an ass its master's crib: Israel does not know, My people takes no thought."
Isaiah 1:4
Ah, sinful nation! People laden with iniquity! Brood of evildoeers! Depraved children! They have forsaken the Lord, Spurned the Holy One of Israel, Turned their backs [on Him].
Isaiah 1:5
Why do you seek further beatings, That you continue to offend? Every head is ailing, and every heart is sick.
Isaiah 1:6
From head to foot N spot is sound: All bruises, and welts, and festering sores--Not pressed out, not bound up. Not softened with oil.
Isaiah 1:7
Your land is a waste. Your cities burnt down; Before your eyes, the yield of your soil Is consumed by strangers--A wasteland as overthrown by strangers!
Isaiah 1:8
Fair Zion is left Like a booth in a vineyard, Like a hut in a cucumber field, Like a city beleaguered.
Isaiah 1:9
Had not the Lord of Hosts Left us some survivors, We should be like Sodom, Another Gomorrah.
Luke 2:4
So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David.
Luke 2:5
He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child.
Luke 2:6
While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born,
Luke 2:7
and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.
Luke 2:8
And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night.
Luke 2:9
An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified.
Luke 2:10
But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people.
Luke 2:11
Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.
Luke 2:12
This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
Luke 2:13
Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
Luke 2:14
“Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
Luke 2:15
When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”
Luke 2:16
So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger.
TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 606 and 607:
1 Samuel 16:13
Samuel took the horn of oil and anointed him in the presence of his bothers; and the spirit of the Lord gripped David from that day on. Samuel then set out for Ramah.
1 Samuel 16:14
Now the spirit of the Lord had departed from Saul, and an evil spirit from the Lord began to terrify him.
1 Samuel 16:15
Saul's courtiers said to him, "An evil spirit of God is terrifying you.
1 Samuel 16:16
Let our lord give the order [and] the courtiers in attendance on you will look for someone who is skilled at playing the lyre; whenever the evil spirit of God comes over you, he will play it and you will feel better."
1 Samuel 16:17
So Saul said to his courtiers, "Find me someone who can play well and bring him to me."
1 Samuel 16:18
One of the attendants spoke up, "I have observed a son of Jesse the Bethlehemite who is skilled in music; he is a stalwart fellow and a warrior, sensible in speech, and handsome in appearance, and the Lord is with him."
1 Samuel 16:19
Whereupon Saul sent messengers to Jesse to say, "Send me your son David, who is with the flock."
John 15:1
“I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener.
John 15:2
He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.
John 15:3
You are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you.
John 15:4
Remain in me, as I also remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me.
John 15:5
“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.
John 15:6
If you do not remain in me, you are like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned.
John 15:7
If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you.
John 15:8
This is to my Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples.
John 15:9
“As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love.
John 15:10
If you keep my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commands and remain in his love.
John 15:11
I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete.
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Chapter 12 Part 2 - Game
CW: I don't think it will bother anyone, but I'll note here that there is a scene that could make some people uncomfortable.
Kudari hasn't made any noise in the last couple of minutes, which isn't normal. You look over to him. He's staring into space, unblinking, mouth hanging open slightly, and saliva starting to drip down his chin. "Uh, Kudari, are you okay?" You start to waive your hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention.
Hearing the concern in your voice, Nobori looks over as well. Reassuring you, he says, "Kudari's fine. This happens every now and then. He sleeps like a normal person, but sometimes he gets hit with the circadian rhythm cycle Galvantula have." Nobori reaches into his coat and pulls out a handkerchief. He wipes Kudari's chin, then folds it into his shirt collar like a napkin. "Sometimes his body will stop responding in an attempt to conserve energy, even though he's had plenty of rest. Don't worry, he'll be back to normal soon. Don't say anything bad about him while he's in this state, though, he can still hear you." Nobori smiles at you, attempting to ease your anxiety.
Just as he had said, Kudari slowly begins to move again. Taking the handkerchief off, he hands it back to Nobori, who in turn lays it on the table. "I'm sorry, little one. I did not mean to worry you," Kudari utters slowly, coming out of whatever stupor he had been in. "As you can see, Dr. Colress was able to create us, but unfortunately, he wasn't quite smart enough to iron out some genetic inconsistencies in our genomes. We are stuck living with his failures."
You suppose it was naivete on your part that made you assume the hybrids were perfect mixtures. Kudari's circadian rhythm was a negative trait from his Galvantula half in a similar way that Nobori's inability to have children was one from his Chandelure half. "Oh…" You say softly, unsure of what to express.
"Don't say such things, Kudari, they may upset (Y/N)," Nobori chastises him.
Kudari glares back at him, "I would never purposefully upset them!" he argues, voice becoming louder.
Stepping between them, you announce, "It's okay, really. I'm not upset," hoping to ease the quickly rising tension. "Well Kudari, now that I know the rules you are supposed to follow, we should be able to keep each other on track. You told me Colress doesn't like to be proven wrong, but we don't even have to do that. Just making it so he has nothing to complain about will be considered a victory in my eyes."
"Okay!" Kudari exclaims, sounding excited. "I am so happy you are not upset with me! Maybe after we work today, you can hang out in my room? Or tomorrow! That would be better, because it's a special day!"
His enthusiasm is endearing, so you ask him to explain, "What makes it a special day? Do you have something planned?"
"I cannot tell you yet! That would ruin the surprise!" He starts doing his little dance where he hops from his right legs to his left, back and forth.
"Alright, I'll wait for tomorrow, but for now, we can't put off our work for much longer. We need to think of a solution for when we need to take a break." You put your hand up to your head in thought, when Kudari interrupts your deliberation.
He matter-of-factly informs you, "Earlier today, Dr. Colress let me make a web that I'm going to use as my designated break area. So the temptation of entering the break room will no longer be an issue."
That's shocking news. You would have assumed Colress would purposefully do something to sabotage Kudari, but that actually seems like a reasonable thing. This would mean you only have to get someone to watch Kudari momentarily while you run to get something for yourself. You nod your head, "Sounds good. We should get started before he returns. If we're still in here, he'll think we're goofing off. He told me to start feeding the Pokemon when we were done talking."
"May I assist you in your assignment? I get rather bored when I'm not working," Nobori offers, as he retrieves the handkerchief from the table, stashing it in his coat's inner pocket.
You are pleasantly surprised by his suggestion, and accept, "Sure, we'd love to have your help." Kudari has a sour expression on his face from this turn of events. Not noticing his mood shift, you resume your statement, "It will go much faster with you here. There's actually a cart in the wash room we can use to hold the bowls of food. Let's head down there and get started."
Everyone leaves the room and makes their way to the elevator, entering as the doors open. It's a tight fit, but you're all able to get in. The back of your hand brushes against Nobori's. Such close proximity is getting to be too much for you. Is he feeling the same thing? Or is it only you being tortured? And what exactly are you feeling? There's only been a few instances you've interacted with him without others around, but it's always something you look forward to.
Arriving on the third floor, you ask Nobori, "Would you mind grabbing that cart and some of the feed for us? Kudari and I will wait by the kennels."
"Of course. I'll return shortly." He nods, before heading on his mission.
Kudari watches him leave, a look of distaste present on his features. He lowers himself, addressing you, "Little one. Nobori fancies himself your protector ever since you fainted in my arms. Let's play a game with him!" he speaks in a mischievous tone. "If he wants to be a hero, we should give him the opportunity!" His voice is strangely quiet, perhaps fearful Colress will overhear from wherever he is.
Thinking back to when you woke up in the suite with Nobori, your face grows red again. "I don't know what you mean. What kind of game are we going to play with him?" You say absentmindedly, trying to concentrate more on making a mental note of where the different Pokemon are in the kennels.
Perking up, Kudari is visibly trembling with anticipation. "Simple! I will take you to the web I made today, pretend I'm going to eat you, and Nobori will have to save you! Now let's go, I don't want to wait any longer!" Grabbing and lifting you up, he holds you close with an arm. One of his back legs begins collecting silk and feeding it to his pedipalps, which in turn move the strands to his open hand.
"Wait, wait, wait! Please stop! I don't want to play this game!" You shout, petrified, the situation abruptly taking a nosedive. This definitely isn't something Kudari should be doing. He ignores you, using the strands to first bind your arms, then quickly moving to bind your legs. Thoroughly wrapped so you cannot move your appendages, he grasps you with both hands now, charging across the room. Your frightened screams haven't subsided since he started, drawing the attention of everyone in the area.
It doesn't take long before he is climbing up a wall, heading for the ceiling corner which has the web he had mentioned previously. As he is holding you to his chest, you peak down, feeling sick from the height, but immediately relieved at the sight of Nobori in the group of onlookers below. He must have heard your screams and come to help, just like Kudari hoped he would.
"Nobori! Look what I have!" Kudari calls down. "If you want them back uneaten, you better find a way up here quickly! Hee hee!" The same trembling excitement you noticed in him earlier has returned and is now reverberating through you.
"Kudari, you Mudbray! Let them down! Can't you see you're scaring them?!" Nobori yells. This is the loudest you have ever heard him.
Attempting to persuade him to let you down, you plead, "Let me go, Kudari! I don't want to be up here! We need to get back to work! I'm not upset with you, just put me back on the ground and we'll forget this ever happened. Please, I don't want you to get in trouble again." You try to reason with him, but Kudari isn't listening. He is giggling to himself incessantly, eyes fixed on Nobori, waiting for him to make a move. Your fear lessens and you start to get mad due to him ignoring you. Since you came here, you've lost your home, had a job thrust upon you, and now been terrorized by someone who you've only ever been nice to and thought of as a friend. All of these things happened because you wouldn't stand up for yourself. It has to stop now, so you decide to take action, doing the only thing you are currently able to do. You reach your head up and bite Kudari on the neck, deep enough to draw a little blood. He makes a strange noise, initially a gasp which turns into a moan. His body stiffens, immediately pulling away from you, eyes wide with shock. Now holding you at arms length, he crawls off the web and travels down the wall.
Placing you lightly on your feet, he meekly apologizes, barely above a whisper, "I'm sorry (Y/N)," grasping the bite on his throat.
Nobori runs to you, and using a small burst of fire, dissolves some of the webbing that is binding you, so it could be pulled off easily. After you are free, you hug him. "Thank you. I'm sorry you had to save me again."
Breaking away from the hug, he states, "Nonsense, you saved yourself this time," as he smiles and looks into your eyes. Bringing his hand to your chin, he wipes a tiny smear of blood off your lip with his thumb. You should be mortified, but all you can feel is an ethereal peace. Looking around, you notice Colress has arrived and is currently glaring at Kudari. You know there is going to be hell to pay for this stunt.
Reacting first, you attempt to defend Kudari, "Please don't be too hard on him. He was only playing a game and didn't mean to scare me!" The look on Colress' face lets you know it is pointless to argue. His mind is made up.
"Kudari, my office. Now." Colress orders, not making an effort to even tilt his head in your direction. He leaves and Kudari follows, whimpering as he goes.
As the other researchers begin to disperse, returning to their work, you're left alone with Nobori. "What are we going to do?" you say, not asking a question, but making a statement. "Colress is surely not thinking of that as any kind of game. I shouldn't have screamed. Maybe Kudari would have let me down before Colress arrived…"
"Don't blame yourself. Sometimes Kudari is overtaken by certain whims. Something must have triggered him to want to do that." He tells you, lightly placing a hand on your arm. "We'll just have to wait until they come back. What I say won't matter, but you may be able to convince Colress to give him another chance."
Suppressing the negative feelings coming forth, you resolve to finish the task you were given. "Alright, let's continue feeding the Pokemon, then when the opportunity presents itself, I will see what I can do." Nobori nods to your plan, and you both get to work. The day isn't over yet, there is still plenty of time to turn it around.
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i also knew about the jb pics in israel and him taking them down after. i don't particularly like him but i honestly think he's very aware of his privilege as a white cis man in general and i was glad that he deleted that post after someone explained to him. i think he's a smart man also so it did surprise me that he bought israel's pinkwashing which is notoriously known and we've seen it a lot lately whenever a queer person dares to support palestinian people. also im not sure bomer has shown support to israel? i do know that one of the executive producers and writer of their series robbie rogers went in full israel supporter this week, sharing pics vacationing in israel and everything. but it doesn't surprise me at all since the book the series is based n was written by a conservative white gay man who was a member of the republican party for decades up until a few years
What makes you say he is aware of his privilege? I’m genuinely asking because I got the exact opposite vibe, I could be wrong tho
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Purple typical Americans like Trump, Bruce, Dad, and Bro:
"far too lazy to lift a finger to help anyone but myself am I! I will prescribe the status quo, aka the melting pot, and consider it exciting innovation -- i'm so smart that i might even think of the light bulb before, for that's never been done -- just gotta pull some stuff off the internet quick to make myself seem like a male who understands how light bulbs turn on, which i don't -- yes, then i can attempt to fool the dumbest of people, the ones not used to seeing that i'm a moron hack -- i have brought light to the country! isn't a second rate bureaucratic light bulb just as good as Edison's? -- these could be into seeing myself a smart solutioniser! this is essential to implement the cucked programming i've been given, which is freedom!! always do what daddy wants, you need him!'
Actual results on achieving the melting pot
Trump - 1
Bruce - 3
Dad - 0
Christina - 0
Jefferson - 6
I guess three of the five is more than a cucked goose egg of all talk.
make no mistake though, it's american tradition to stay fixated on white people and just put the melting pot as something to cover the fixation on insisting that one watch the whitest art possible - likely David Lynch -- or consume Japanese products with white characters.
they are fixed on white people and will never want to discuss art made by anybody who's not white with you, no matter how much you try. They might have a token -- for example, Bruce had Grace Jones, who I don't believe he actually cared for. Christina couldn't even come up with a token but could probably be shamed into doing that.
with all the things you could be in life, why be a mister potato head couch potato, rearranging your face out of improv to try to prove your worth, when all you can come up with is prescribing the status quo and America as America -- prescribing America and thinking yourself a change agent?
Christina's the level of immature, tho, that she could watch an adult run a model train and think her words are the fuel that the train is actually magically running on. it's a sort of childlike notion of the childlike self as God and commander.
i feel like you ought to at least not be all phony patriarchal talk nobody cares about like Dad and Christina. you really ought to lift a finger and contribute.
that's conservatives, though. that's typical American patriarchal conservatives:
LET THERE BE LIFE BECAUSE I SAY SO! BREED EM UP! NO BLUE HAIRED FROGS TO INTERFERE IM VERY SCARED OF THOSE -- POISON! KILLERS!
(life is let be)
two seconds later!
IM NOT FEEDING THAT FUCKING GHETTO BABY NOT INTERESTED IN ITS ART WILL NEVER TALK ABOUT ITS ART GIVE ME Whiteness GIVE ME LYNCH LYNCH LYNCH LYNCH LYNCH LYNCH LYNCH LYNCH EM ALL FOR ALL I CARE JUST GET EM OUT OF MY FACE! IM PISSED OFF BY EVEN MEXICANS THERE SO FUCKING ANNOYING GIVE ME WHITENESES WE PROUD BOYS ARE NOT A NAZI WE PRESCRIBE EUGENICS IN A PREDMONINANTLY WHITE N WHITENING MODE WITH THE WHITEST PERSONALITIES AVAILALBE WITH MAYBE A TOKEN DROP OF BLACK BLOOD TO COVER UP THE RED AND PURPLE WHITENESS WE DEMAND AND MUSIC ONLY WHITE AND WRITERS ONLY WHITE AND PAINTERS ONLY WHITE AND FILMMAKERS ONLY WHITE CUZ THATS QUALITAH THATS THE BREAKS AND THAT IS IT! PS: EVEH TRUMP AT LEAST DATES MORE BIRACIAL THAN WE HALFHOMOS STATUS QUO WHITE SUPREMACISTS DO
Trump's aperture is the hollow space through which dad, Bruce and Christina now get their whole lives finger fucked. He sets the rules. They just provide boosterism as Roomba support components of empire, as selfish Proud Boys roughly a dozen times more nationalistic than me (as bad for the country as they are, they try to uphold its agenda and are critical of me for bashing it) -- cucks who have little interest in ever getting out of the American mindset.
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i like pewdiepie! sorry! why does everyone on here hate him
#mine#im honestly jsut confused like#hes not racist#hes not homophobic#hes critical of liberal media yes#but everyone should always be critical of every media#and he tries his best despite conservative leanings to see all sides of shit#and manages to make it funny#sorry! kill me! hes smart and has good content#*#also. i know we are all like ... jokes abt racism n sexism allow the situation to continue#but have u ever thot ... that calling ppl out every time they make these kinds of jokes will just polarize them from u and make them not#care about what u have to say lol#i feel like someone whos trying to makea positive difference in this world should have an attitude of:#dont make ppl fucking angry if its not gonna accomplish anything#let ppl make jokes! let them have their dumb edgy humor! whatever! because no one is really gon listen to u if u call them out on it lmao#especially teenage boys n younger men#u know what will happen? they will have no respect for ur 'sjw' ass#just my thots! put ur energy into more important things than starting up arguments abt shitty jokes that will exist forever#(also felix doesnt even make these kind of jokes very often anymore#he just reads japanese novels n watches videos ppl make for him n laughs at children on dr phil )
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Summary: Requested here. Spencer and Y/n come so close to becoming a couple, but someone else gets in the way
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader ( angst then fluff )
Content Warning: swearing | spoilers for 1x18 Somebody’s watching
Word Count: 3.9k
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Dating was never in Y/n's plan when she joined the BAU. She was a career-driven 25-year-old with the intent to become the director of the FBI.
Somehow, a lanky, adorable 24-year-old attracted her attention. Spencer Reid was something she never expected to encounter. He was cute, shy, surprisingly funny, and remarkably smart.
He'd let her get her coffee before he got his own cup, he held doors open for her, and he nervously would ask if she was okay after any rough cases. Maybe it was because of how different he was from her usual type that she developed a crush on him. With every sweet gesture, her crush grew.
It very rapidly went from a trivial, childish crush to absolute infatuation. However, Spencer had always been oblivious to her feelings.
So, she thought it better to make her affections completely known.
"Is that a new tie, Reid?" Y/n asked as she slid next to Spencer at the kitchen bench near the coffee pot.
She was too close for him to feel comfortable. His breathing got shakier, heat rate raced, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to be sick or faint.
Still, he turned to look at her, trying to avoid making eye contact. "Um, n-no. I just, uh, haven't worn it, um, i-in a while." He stuttered out his response before clearing his throat.
Y/n took it a step further, picking up his tie and twirling the plaid fabric around in her fingers. "I like it on you." She told him with a little smirk, watching as he heavily swallowed. "You look good in anything, though, Reid." She flirted, waiting to see him blush bright red. All she could think about was the things she wanted to do to him.
Spencer took a step backward, noticing how Y/n was edging closer to him. "Uh, um, th-thank you." He replied apprehensively. His brain had completely gone to mush, unable to process her words or dangerous eyes boring into him.
When she'd looked at him for just long enough, she dropped his tie, patting his chest once before stepping back. "See you around, Reid." She farewelled, waving to him and then leaving the room.
Spencer was left there, trying to regulate his heart rate and breathe normally.
The jet often got cold, especially in winter at night. Y/n always took the window seat next to Spencer. The truth was, she enjoyed his company more than she enjoyed making him squirm, but it was still amusing. Morgan, and everyone else on the team, teased him, so it was only fair she got to as well.
"Reid, my hands are freezing," Y/n complained, holding her fingers against his cheek. They warmed slightly under his blush.
"They are, um, cold." He replied simply. In his brain, he was thinking about all the medical issues or vitamin deficiencies she could have. But none of the words left his mouth.
Y/n pulled her hands back, placing them on the table. "You know, you could hold them." She suggestively mentioned like she was wondering allowed.
Spencer cleared his throat, turning to look at her in surprise at her suggestion. "I, uh, I think I've g-got some, erm, gloves if you want." He rushed out quickly. He wasn't opposed to the idea of feeling her soft fingers wrapped around his, but anyone would be able to see.
"What's the easiest way to warm up? Conserving body heat." Y/n replied with a smirk. "And you look really warm." She continued, looking his figure up and down. Dress pants, a long sleeve collared shirt, a sweater vest, and a suit jacket.
"You could just, uh, blow into them?" Spencer suggested, voice squeakier. "O-or massage them, actually any hand exercises would work. That would increase the blood flow, so more oxygenated blood is able to reach your extremities." Because he had no idea what to say, Spencer did what he did best and rambled.
Y/n shut him up by grabbing his hands, slotting her fingers through his, and holding them. Spencer froze for a moment, unsure of what had just happened, but he held her hand regardless.
Everyone noticed the way Y/n flirted at him, apart from Spencer. He honestly believed she was messing with him.
"Pretty Boy, you know she does it because she likes you?" Morgan asked, reclining back in his chair as he looked at Spencer with a smirk. Y/n had once again been over at his desk, offering him coffee and lingering there for a little too long.
Spencer frowned, still blushing as he shook his head. "No, she, uh, she does this all the time. It's just... well, I don't know exactly what it is... But she doesn't like me."
"Reid, you're kidding. She's obviously very into you." Elle mentioned, half sick of the flirting, half wondering how he could be so oblivious.
It was news to Spencer. They all teased him, but Spencer just figured Y/n found it extra funny to tantalize him. "I don't know... What am I meant to do with that?" Spencer wondered, thinking back to every interaction they'd had. He'd never been flirted with before, so how was he meant to know?
"Well, do you like her?" Elle asked simply. Both her and Morgan were amused by the changing look on his face.
The answer was obvious in his mind, and he said it without thinking. "Yeah, I guess I do. But I thought I liked JJ."
"Did you really, though?" Morgan prompted, making Spencer really think about it.
There might have been a chance he didn't. "No, maybe not."
"So, ask L/n's out then," Elle instructed as Morgan chuckled.
Spencer wasn't sure how he was meant to do that. "H-how?"
Elle was about to answer when Morgan chimed in. "Just ask if she has any plans this weekend. If she says no, ask her if she wants to go to dinner."
Spencer absorbed the knowledge before realizing who was giving him the advice. "Will that actually work for someone like me?"
"Don't sell yourself short, Reid." Elle firmly stated when she saw his confidence dissipate. "She clearly is into you, and you like her. It's that simple, so just ask her out."
"Okay, that's not going to be too difficult." Spencer tried to assure himself, more so than his friends.
Spencer thought the entire day about it. Every day, he tried to work up the courage to ask her, and every day he failed. For three cases worth of days, he chickened out.
It was a Wednesday afternoon when Spencer finally asked. As he made his last cup of coffee of the day, Y/n walked in, jumping up to sit on the countertop next to him.
"Morgan totally just bailed out of our weekend plans," Y/n complained casually, kicking her feet up and down as she poured her coffee.
Spencer wasn't sure what the plans were, but it sounded like a date. He hoped Morgan wouldn't have asked Y/n out. "A date?" Spencer squeaked out, preparing for the bad news. He was beyond irritated at himself for not asking her out when he had a chance.
"Oh, no, no, no. We were just meant to go to a baseball game." Y/n answered, immediately alleviating Spencer's worst fears. "It wasn't even really a proper plan. I just told him I wanted to go."
"I'll take you!" Spencer quickly declared before his eyes widened, confused about how he'd just blurted that out. As soon as he said it, he took his eyes off Y/n, looking back at his coffee. Just as quickly, he was trying to retract the statement. "Sorry, I, uh, just f-forget I, um, sa-said that." A soft finger on his lips shut his rambling up as he dragged his eyes back onto her.
The soft, amused smile she was wearing assured him she didn't think he'd done something wrong. "Spencer, you could just ask me?" Y/n suggested, knowing what he was trying to say.
Spencer was thankful she understood. Taking a deep breath in, he asked. "Do you want to come with me to the baseball game?" It was still far too rushed out and high-pitched.
"I'd love that," Y/n replied, still smiling at him.
"Like a date, though?" Spencer croaked out, needing the utmost clarity.
Y/n actually blushed, looking bashful. It was the first time Spencer had ever seen her looking so nervous. "Yeah?" She offered.
"Yes!" Spencer exclaimed, too loudly. "Yes, that would be great."
"Okay, cool." Y/n agreed, getting off the countertop with her coffee cup to walk back to her desk. Spencer couldn't stop smiling if he tried, a wide grin spread over his face. "Oh, and, Spencer?" Y/n asked, turning back around as Spencer turned to face her. "Don't read anything about baseball. I'll teach you." She informed him sternly. Spencer nodded quickly, still not sure how he'd avoid learning everything there was to know about baseball to impress her.
Spencer somehow fumbled his way through the date, and it was going perfectly until he dropped her at her house and realized it was over.
Standing in front of her building, sporting matching MLB caps, Spencer told her how he felt.
"I don't, uh, I don't know if you f-feel the same way... actually, I don't know if I'm, um, doing this properly... or, or not, but I... I really like you... and I think... well, what I'm trying to say is that I'd like to do this again." Spencer stuttered out, a blush on his cheeks as he spoke both too fast and too high pitch. "Maybe, if you want to. Or, you know, we don't h-have to. But-"
Although Y/n found it adorable, she put him out of his misery, reaching out to hold his hand. The action made him stop talking. "Spencer, I like you too." She told him, speaking steadily and watching his face light up with every statement she made. "And we should definitely go out again. Maybe we can just take it slow." She suggested.
Spencer rapidly nodded in agreement, more than content with not rushing into things. "Okay, good, so I'll see you later?" He looked for confirmation.
"Both at work and on our next date," Y/n confirmed. She lent up to kiss his cheek before turning to go inside.
Spencer was thankful she wasn't watching because he smiled more stupidly than he'd ever done anything in his life as he placed a palm to his cheek. Right where she'd kissed him, he swore he could feel tingles.
They went out twice after that, and Spencer had never been happier.
Then, Spencer went with Gideon to the LAPD's profiling conference. A text message informed Y/n that Spencer was going to his friend's art gallery, and the next day, she was on a jet to LA with the rest of the team.
The first thing that hurt her was the look on Spencer's face when Lila Archer was first introduced to the team. She knew the look was Spencer trying to hide his apparent attraction. How could she not when he looked like that at her around the rest of the team.
It stung a little, along with Spencer ignoring her. Still, she tried not to let it get to her, reminding herself jealously wouldn't help solve the case.
"They met at Parker's art gallery," Gideon informed her, noticing how she watched the door long after Spencer had followed the actress out.
At least his words explained the situation and made her feel better. She knew he was kind, and she tried to shake off the resent that was building for Lila.
When Spencer talked to her one-on-one, Y/n felt better. Even though it was a quick 'hi', the look in his eyes was loving, and Y/n could harbor her building resentment for Lila.
Y/n tried not to be concerned about leaving him at the movie set. She knew there was a lunatic trying to kill possibly anyone Lila had contact with, but she had to do her job. And that job was to find the stalker. Hotch had assigned her to help JJ settle the press and comb through magazine articles about Lila.
So that was what she was going to do. The whole time she worked, she repeated the mantra to herself, trying to remember it would be okay.
Y/n and JJ ended up back with the rest of the team when Detective Kim got shot. From there, she went back with Gideon, Elle, and Morgan back to Lila's house.
And she saw everything in slow motion. Every action that happened, Y/n expected a different reaction from Spencer.
When Lila pulled him into the pool, Y/n assumed Spencer would be irritated with her for not allowing him to do his job. Only, he didn't stay mad. He ended up laughing about it.
When Lila first kissed him, and Y/n felt the heavy sinking feeling in her chest, she hoped Spencer would push her away.
He did, but only for a second. A second of hope that filled her with far too much faith in Spencer to do the right thing.
Before she could think, they were kissing again.
It was worse than any physical pain, what Y/n felt standing in the bush. She was biting down on her lip, drawing blood as the tears welled in her eyes. Elle spun back to look at Y/n sympathetically, unsure of how Spencer could have betrayed the girl he'd been in love with for a year.
Y/n knew she didn't get to feel betrayed. Officially, they weren't together, and he could do whatever he liked.
She felt stupid for thinking Spencer was different and wouldn't break her heart. There was so much faith that she had in him to not hurt her. How was Spencer, the guy who had asked for permission three times before he first kissed her, making out with a random actress in her pool? If someone Y/n had determined to be innocent and pure could hurt her so much, how would she ever trust anyone?
There was also a lot of self-doubt filling her. The thoughts sept into her head that maybe it was her fault. What if Spencer wasn't in agreement with her initial decision to not move too fast?
That only turned her emotions back to anger and jealously. Y/n wanted to protect him, and that's why she didn't suggest they jump headfirst into a relationship. Apparently, Spencer was more than ready to take the plunge with anyone.
The sinking feeling amplified when Spencer held Lila's face. Y/n couldn't look away and, although she wished she couldn't, she could feel the same palms against her cheeks. It tainted the memory of the few kisses she and Spencer had shared. Y/n knew the feeling of his fingers, the sensation of his lips, the exact amount of pressure he used, how his nose felt against her cheek, the angle he tilted his head.
Y/n knew what Lila was physically feeling at that moment, but she also knew what Lila could feel. It was like she was in the kiss, knowing every single motion and tiny detail, while she watched someone else kiss her non-boyfriend boyfriend. It was all bitter jealously.
Then came the moment of hope. After four heartbreaking kisses, each crushing her a little more than the prior one. Y/n saw Spencer pull away. She could see him trying to stop it, and she wondered if he was thinking about her and not Lila.
Once again, her hope was crushed when Lila interrupted his talking with more kisses.
Four more kisses he granted her.
Four more kisses like he loved her.
Four more kisses that Y/n had taught him.
Their faces were so close together that it made Y/n nauseous, and she couldn't tell who she hated more. Maybe it was Spencer because he knew how much she liked him. Maybe, it was Lila because she had so effortlessly gotten the one thing Y/n pinned for. But maybe, it was Y/n herself because she let herself fall in love with someone who wasn't even her boyfriend.
As spiteful as it was, Y/n was thrilled when Lila got out of the pool, furious at Spencer. Acting like nothing was wrong, Y/n took a deep breath and walked straight past a dripping wet Spencer.
Elle gave Spencer's wet state a disapproving once-over while his eyes followed Y/n. She was just as disappointed in Spencer as she was surprised.
"I, uh, fell in." Spencer offered as a defense, eyes still trained on where Y/n had walked off as he tried to dry himself off.
"Yeah, and I'm sure there are plenty of photos," Elle replied. She waited until after they'd spoken to the paparazzo Morgan was hauling off to tell Spencer how she really felt. "You broke her heart, Reid."
Those four words left Spencer standing there alone, wet, holding negatives of him kissing another girl, and feeling repulsive. He didn't even have enough time to apologize before he had to go back inside with all the thoughts in his head.
Somehow, he managed to pull it together, catch the unsub, and properly farewell Lila before he seriously thought about Y/n again. In times like that, he hated the way his brain compartmentalized, allowing him no emotion.
Y/n felt terrible the rest of the case. Everyone could tell, but eventually, it was over. Internally, she'd decided it didn't matter. She concluded she wasn't going to be mad. Spencer made a choice that he was allowed to make because they weren't dating, so Y/n wasn't allowed to be irate about it.
He tried to talk to her on the jet, but Y/n did her best to answer with short answers or deflect whenever possible.
There was a knock on her door the night they got back to DC. 10:23. Not the usual time she got visitors, but she answered it regardless.
There was Spencer Reid.
And she didn't know if she hated him more for showing up or not.
"H-hi," Spencer stammered, shifting his weight on his feet awkwardly.
Y/n sighed, her stomach twisting as she looked into his wide brown eyes. The last time she'd actually looked at him, he was so innocent. It was all of those memories that had her standing aside, wrapping her cardigan tighter around herself like it would protect her, and letting him in.
Spencer stepped in, still feeling awkward even though he'd chosen to come to see her. "Why are you here?" She tried to casually ask.
"I... I screwed up." He admitted, eyes still on the floor.
Y/n took a seat on the couch, leaving Spencer standing there self-aware as he replayed the events of the previous days in his head. It was on a constant, unrelenting feeling.
"What do you want me to say, Reid?" Y/n asked, using his last name instead of his first. Something she hadn't done in a year. "Do you want me to agree with you? That's not a reason to come to my apartment."
She wasn't even being half as cruel as she could be, and it was killing Spencer. The calm, eerie tone she had. "I'm sorry." He tried, blanking on what to say.
"Why?" Y/n asked, twisting the knife as she looked at him with a heartbroken expression she was trying to hide. "You can kiss whoever you want. I think it's a little unprofessional, but you should apologize to Hotch for that, not me."
Spencer nodded, turning to leave only because it was the right thing to do, but he stopped. "I... Y/n, j-just yell at me, or something." He pleaded, crying even though he felt like he didn't deserve to. "B-because I can tell... I know y-your sad, and I hate it." He couldn't believe how much. He didn't like seeing any of his friends upset but watching Y/n maintain a stoic front, with tears welling in her eyes, broke him.
"What do you need me to say!?" Y/n exclaimed, all the heartbreak and anger boiling up. "You want to know if I'm sad or angry!? I'm heartbroken, I'm jealous, and I'm so fucking furious at you!" She continued to scream, hot tears falling down her cheeks. "More than anything, I'm irritated at myself for falling in love with you."
Her words stunned Spencer, stopping his racing thoughts. "Y-you love me?"
"Fucking hell, Reid! Is that what you came here to hear?" Y/n yelled, wiping up her tears as she stood up, just to put some distance between them. She usually would, but she didn't feel bad about yelling at him. "If you get to know that, then you get to know that it destroyed me to see you kissing her, okay? It killed me, and I still don't understand why."
Spencer couldn't fathom the amount of pain she was in. He felt terrible just listening to her talk. "I, uh, I c-can't... I don't, um, k-know." He stuttered out.
Y/n loudly sighed, her voice growing quiet as she stood deflated. "I get it, Reid, okay? She's beautiful, exciting, and funny. So date her or don't, I don't care. I don't want to be a part of your life as anything more than a colleague." She informed him, more than sick of him being in her apartment.
"Y/n, p-please," Spencer begged, her eyes snapping back to his. "I don't even like her!" He exclaimed.
Y/n shook her head, her nose twitching. "I don't need to hear this."
"Listen! Just, p-please, listen. I hate that I hurt you. So much." Spencer stated, his thoughts starting to jumble. "I, um, I think... no, I know. I know that I love you, and it was such a stupid thing to do. I don't even, um, know why or how." He didn't look at Y/n until he'd finished.
She bit her bottom lip, trying to stop herself from crying. It was everything she wanted to hear, but it still didn't stop the image in her head. "You kissed her more than once."
"I d-don't know why. I just did... and I didn't think about what would happen." Spencer spoke, running his hands through his hair as he tried to think of something that could stop her heartbreak. "I'm sorry that I did."
Y/n could tell that much just from looking at his face. She softened as she really took in his expression. "Would you have... if we weren't..?"
Spencer didn't miss a beat. "No. It was a mistake." She felt slightly more reassured by that like she wasn't holding Spencer back from his Hollywood romance. "I should go." He decided, looking over at the door and stepping closer to it.
"Wait, Spencer," Y/n said before she could stop herself, reaching forward to hold his hand as her voice cracked. Spencer looked down at their connected hands like they represented hope. "I meant what I said."
He wasn't sure which part she meant, but the look on her face suggested it was her love confession. "Me too... but I, um, I know we c-can't go back."
Y/n nodded at that. "I want to try to go forward." She was sure of it. Spencer was more apologetic than she'd ever seen anyone.
His face lit up at her words, mouth opening in shock. "To-together?" He asked.
Y/n gently nodded, eyes finally searching his face again. "Yes."
Spencer stepped closer to her, reaching up to touch her face before stopping. "Can I?" He hesitantly asked, understanding she might say no.
"Yes." Y/n nodded, her eyes shifting to his fingers as they touched her face. She held his face, finally feeling like they fit together. Spencer went to ask another question but Y/n leaned in, gently connecting their lips. Finally, everything felt okay again.
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