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checkingoutforheroes · 3 years

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B.A.B.Y PROTOCOL.

Part 1.

Avengers x fem!reader

Pt. 2

Genre: Minor angst, more fluff.

Warning: Language! (cursing here & there)

Words: 1746

Synopsis: This takes place in Avengers: Age of Ultron. When The Avengers were at the rock bottom, Nick Fury and advised by Maria Hill, to initiate the B.A.B.Y Protocol.

Main MASTERLIST

The Avengers gather in the lab after one of an ugly half made robot command a few of the Legionaries to attack them. Currently they are finding out about what or who attacked them. Some of them cleaning their wounds and Thor going out to track the Legionaries. Bruce the only one who starts first. “All of our work is gone. Ultron cleared out every research that we do. He uses internet as an escape route.” Natasha turns and lean her body to a table to say what she’s found. “He’s been in everything. Fails, surveillances. Probably know about us more than we know about each other.”

Holding his right wounded arm, Rhody said “He’s in the internet, he’s in your files. What if he decides to access to something a little more exciting?” By that, Maria has thought something. “Nuclear code.” Natasha looking at them “Nukes? He said he wanted us dead.” Steve interrupt her “He didn’t say dead. He said extinct.” “He said he killed somebody.” Clint said but Maria ask back. “But no one else in the building.” Their conversations cut by Tony. “Yes there was.” He displays JARVIS damaged simulator form and all went silent except Bruce, he checks on JARVIS.

Thor come in angry and straight to choke Tony. Being choke, Tony try talk to Thor “Come one. Use your words buddy.” Thor lift him up a few inch above the floor. “I have more than enough words with you Stark.” Steve walks closer, breaking them. “Thor. The Legionaries?” Thor update them about the Legionaries have the scepter and they have to retrieve it again. For the first time after the attack, Dr. Chow speaks. “You build this program. Why he’s trying to kill us?” Tony just laugh at that question and Bruce disagree. “Tony, this might not be the time to-“ Tony cut his sentences. “Really?! Bruce. We didn’t create a murder bot. Remember New York?” Everyone move their head down facing the floor remembering that event and Tony continue. “A hostile army of aliens charging through a hole in space. We’re standing 300 feet below it. We’re The Avengers. We can bust arms dealer all day but that up there, that’s, that’s the endgame. How do you guys planning on beating that?” Steve looking at him “Together.” “We’ll lose.” Tony say and Steve still with his answer “And we’ll do that together too.” He looks at everyone and gives the order. “Thor’s right. Ultron trying to draw us out. We start tonight. Do whatever you can to find him. The world is a big place, make it smaller.” Maria stand from her chair. “I’ll escort Dr. Chow to airport. I’ll see you guys in the afternoon.” They all nods and both of them walks out of the lab.

Next morning.

A young girl wearing her café’s uniform walking with a headphone on her head. While walking, she notices a guy snatches a bag from a lady. That lady screaming asking for help while her baby crying to see her mother in terror from across the street. You bring down your headphone and chase that guy. Thanks for your training, you almost keep up that guy until he stuck in an ally, nowhere to go.

“You wanna give me the bag or I’ll take it from you?” You said. Looks like he’s stuck.

“Fast legs.” He said.

“I had trained before.”

“I’m not a bad guy.”

“Well, good guys don’t snatch a bag from people especially in front of their baby! You gave me the wrong impression though. Now, give me the bag and go.”

“I’d like to see you take it.” “You asked for it dude.” You move forward and fight him hand to hand combat. Actually, you are a bit surprise by his technique. He’s not so bad but you have been train by a professional back in the academy.

You’ve been caught one day and some guy wear uniform took you somewhere. You thought it was a juvenile school because you are just 15 that time. Turns out it was S.H.I.E.L.D. They gave you test by test and found out that you good at combat and a little bit good at common sense. After you graduated, work job by job. Gang to gang. Mob to mob. You can’t do that kind of job anymore. You want to be good and yes, you did stop working with the dark. You washed your hands and works at Donut Do It. It’s not your vibe but it is fine for your fresh start. After you slap that guy, you hear a woman voice call your name that has been long unspoken by anyone including you.

“Baby.” A woman called.

“Normal people doesn’t know that name.” You said while choking that guy.

She said “Maybe because you’re not a normal girl.”

“What do you want Maria?” You ask that woman.

You immediately know who he is. Fury. “Oh God, not you too. Okay, for the record, honestly, I haven’t commit any crime that violated the laws.”

“You.” A deep voice man said.

You can hear Maria smirk when she asks you “Are you sure about that?” “…today. You didn’t let me finish. I didn’t commit any crime, today.” You said. Fury tell you to let that guy go and you look at that guy “You’re with them?” He tries to answer even you’re still choking him. “Y.. YE.. Yes!” You release him and slap him real hard right across his face. “That’s for wasting my time. Fuck off.”

Fury look disbelievingly at you. “Was that necessary?” You look back at him “What? Caressing lightly on his soft cheek?” Maria interject “That’s the opposite of what you did.” You try again just to tease her. “Okay. I, tap his soft cheek?” Maria raise an eyebrow at you “Try again.” You surrender. “Fine. I just 180-degree angle slapped him. He’s a trained agent for God sake. He’ll be fine.” You turn around about to walk back to your work place and Fury stop you.

“And where do you think you’re going young lady?” He asks you.

You turning back. “ Work. Turns out I have a job now papa bear. Thanks for the recommendation letter though. Now, will you excuse me, I have go to work. Hope to never see you two again. Babai.” Again, Fury stops you. “You are not going to that Donut Do It.” You tilt your head to him. “I told you I work there and I’m going. If you two want donut, you know where to find it. Mention my name and you’ll get 30% discounts.” Maria’s face changes when she talks this time. “This is serious and urgent, Baby.”

“We are gathering as many as best agents that we have, and you are one of the best, Baby. Come with us and we’ll brief you.” Fury said and you stop him from saying any further. “Look, I’m gonna stop you right here papa Bear. That is where you are wrong. Aren’t you guys seen my record? I know what good is but I’m far away from good. There is still red blood stain painted on my hands that I could never leave. Even if I wash it thousands time, it won’t come off. What makes you think I’ll do it?” You feel your left chest aching but you ignore it.

Maria answers you. “Because everyone deserves a chance to be and do good. To start over. Yes, you can’t wash that much blood on our hands but this is the chance for you to do something good in your life. A do-over. You actually do something good after the academy. Take out those mobsters down, those gangs. You went inside to get the intel and you burn them to the ground and made those cities safe. Then, you just proof us again just now by caught that robber.”

You huff and look down on your feet. “You set that up.”

Maria look at you. “But you didn’t know that. Yes, Baby. We’ve seen your record. Detail. You are far away from where you are before the academy. Or after. I mean you did killed people.” You crunch your eyebrows at her “Hey!” Fury turn to talk. “Help us this time. After that, it’s all up to you. We are no longer bugging you. You are no longer in our record. I’m not wasting my time coming here if we don’t need you.” “I thought you miss me.” Fury huff and talk to Maria “I’ll wait in the car.”

“He never begging. That kind of begging, what he did. Is it that bad?” I ask Maria and she nod with worry face. “Earth level threat. That’s all I can say right now. Come with us to tower and we tell you more.” You let out a long sigh. “Me? Out of all agents, me?” Maria walk closer to you. “Please Baby.” You’re now messing with her. “It Earth level threat and you want a baby to involve? What kind of adult are you? Put a cute baby in danger like that. Unbelievable.” She smiles more than earlier. “The kind of person that will make sure there will be chicken drumets and spaghetti carbonara every day for your meal.” You silently look at her and playfully sigh and she knows you better. “Caramel pudding and fluffy pillow too.” The ache in your chest getting hard to ignore now. You ask Maria some time and turn back from her. You bending, breathing like your doctor teach you and massage your chest a little. Must be from running earlier.

“Hey, are you okay?” Maria ask, worry if you are sick, but yes you are sick.

“Yeah. Just shock. Did you say fluffy pillow? You ask her, not wanting to let her know first. They need your help, that’s what you are going to do. Help as much as you can. She let out a giggles and wrap her arm around your neck. “Yeah, you are coming with us, like it or not.” You both walk toward their car where Fury is waiting. “How many pillow though?”

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gojos-sidepiece-69 · 3 years

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Tokyo Tech Training- Chapter 6

By the time you woke up on Wednesday, you were still seething with rage. Who does that little shit think he is? Was he still a little boy? He was 28, for Christ’s sake, when was he going to grow up??! You shoved the microscopic train of thought that you found Gojo Satoru’s immaturity charming deep into the depths of your subconsciousness. You felt an unwanted warmth spread upwards and inwards from your thighs when you opened your phone and saw the inappropriate picture Gojo had sent you last night, dangling your lacy pink underwear from his index finger. You were still angry, but your heat pulsed at the thought of your panties in his hands. You shook the thought away when you felt drool shamelessly pooling at the sides of your mouth.

What you hated to dwell on even more was the growing realization that the more Gojo touched you with those long fingers of his, the more his tongue and his overly moisturized, glistening lips ghosted across your skin, the more you felt deprived of the sensation when he was gone. The hunger was only growing. You realized that you had only taken his dick inside of you once, just once...you felt empty. No, you thought to yourself. This was selfish and pathetic on both of your ends; your little schoolgirl crush had gone way too far. You needed to stop fucking him, even if he made your body tremble your throat moan in ways no one else could even dream of doing.

The past five days had been such a chaotic blur that you hadn’t processed the fact that tomorrow was your...your birthday. How had you not realized it when Sukuna first proposed his deal that day at the mall? “The Itadori boy’s room on Thursday at 11 PM. If you’re late, you’ll be punished however I see fit.” You could still hear his deep, demonic voice. So that was how you were going to be spending your birthday evening tomorrow: being tossed around like a plaything by a 1,000 year old curse. You sighed deeply and put your head into your hands, not even surprised anymore at the absurdity of the situation. What the hell were you doing with your life? You came to Tokyo Tech to train to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer, not practice your Kegel techniques with your teacher every other day. Just take things one day at a time, you reminded yourself, as you begrudgingly dragged yourself out of your bed.

Today was your second day filled with exerting and harsh training, but at least it wasn’t as traumatizing as your earlier Field Training expedition. When you got to the grassy training field on campus, you looked around for Gojo, feeling a tiny sliver of disappointment when Maki told you, “He’s out for the day. He’ll be back tomorrow, but us second-years are overlooking your training today.” Damn, you thought. You couldn’t resist how delicious the thought of showing off was for your cocky....fuck, stop thinking about him. It was as if his stupid, dimpled smile was permanently branded to the right side of your brain. You turned around to watch Nobara and Panda goofing around, swinging each other in circles and getting thrown around like frisbees. Track-star Yuji and a stubborn Megumi were racing each other up and down the track like their first names were Usain.

Your friends all looked so cute in their blue tracksuits, you smiled. Toge was yelling, “Salmon! Tuna-salmon!” as Maki practiced her new, crisp cursed-tool technique on him with her incredible agility. “Wait up!” You yelled after Yuji and Megumi, challenging the two boys to a quick hundred-meter dash. “Loser buys us all drinks for my birthday tomorrow!”

Somehow, Megumi lost the race but promised to buy you all drinks tomorrow; you smiled inwardly, thinking about something he once said about having a strong moral compass that couldn’t easily be shaken. At least you knew of two good guys you could rely on, even if they were a spiky sea urchin and an extra large pink cupcake. “Hold on, hold on. Why didn’t you tell us tomorrow was your birthday?! Explain yourself,” Nobara demanded, crossing her arms at you. “I guess I just forgot...” you started, but she wasn’t having it. “I love birthdays, and we’re using yours as a chance to celebrate. I think we all deserve some more sweets and drinks, right? And I can go shopping to get you a present!" She gushed, and before you told her it wasn’t a big deal, she tutted at you. “No ifs and buts. I’ll decorate my dorm and we can all meet there tomorrow at 9 PM. No excuses,” she pointed a finger in your face. “Okay, okay,” you smiled, before wickedly challenging Yuji and Megumi to a rematch.

The rest of your day was filled with arduous exercise and training with your second-years, and it was soon time for bed. You woke up the next day sore again, but thought to yourself that you might as well get used to the muscle ache - it was only going to get worse from here. You were going to have the bones of an 80-year-old soon, if you kept this up. You laughed darkly and nervously at the thought of having arthritis as a teenager, before a spirited Yuji and Nobara bursted into your room yelling, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! :)” You thanked them, head ringing slightly from their yelling at 8 in the morning. They jumped onto your bed with you, tackling you with warm hugs and tickling you.

Yuji slapped a birthday cake sticker against your cheek, insisting that you must keep it on all day. “Guys, guys, stop,” you laughed, eyes watering from laughing. Megumi stood at the doorway and nodded your way before wishing you a happy birthday. Yuji got up and dragged him into the group hug, Megumi’s face smashing against Yuji’s stomach. Your dark haired friend groaned as the rest of you poked fun at him. This was the best birthday morning you had in a very long time.

You peeled the cake sticker off of your face and stuck it onto your mirror. “Let’s go out again today and hit every good Ramen shop in the damn city! And then go shopping in Harajuku!” Nobara ordered rather than suggested, and you both reeled from excitement. She knew how much you loved food. She grabbed you by the wrists and pulled you all the way to the front of the school, not even giving you time to change. So the four of you stood in front of Tokyo Tech in your pajamas, hailing a cab to get downtown. You spent all day with your friends, and the three of you loved teasing Megumi for his seriousness. You could’ve sworn you saw him smile once, when a waiter at one Ramen restaurant placed a big steaming bowl in front of him. Everyone ate out of each other’s dishes greedily, snatching and stealing.

After that, you headed to shops selling outrageously expensive clothing, including one dedicated to just selling corsets. You all pushed inside, trying on ones that you could never afford. You laughed as Yuji tried on a pink frilly corset, making Megumi wear a deep blue one. Nobara tried to talk you into a plan for shoplifting a set for the both of you to share, but you were too afraid you’d get caught. “Oh my god! Is that Nanami?” Nobara whispered too loudly, and the blonde man turned towards the four of you. He had a lacy set of undergarments in his hands, and Yuji hooted. “Who’s that for, Nanami-Sensei?” He jumped up and down. “I told you not to call me that. And that’s none of your business. Tch.”The man answered in his slightly-flustered deep voice, adjusting his leopard-print tie. He quickly walked over to the cash register to avoid dealing with you four. You all laughed it off, making jokes the whole way out.

“HAHA-and what if he’s into some super weird kinky stuff, too?!” Nobara asked. “I can see it! He’s totally a Fifty Shades of Grey type-man...he’s probably secretly a sadist or something,” Yuji said spookily, waving his arms around.

Before you knew it, you were back in your dorm and it was almost 9 PM, time for your little party. You tugged open your closet doors, wondering what you should wear for the occasion. Since it was your birthday, you decided you could afford to show some skin and let loose for the night. Nobara had even warned you and the boys earlier that if you didn’t wear something nice she would “use the straw doll ritual technique on you.” So you settled on a short black dress with spaghetti straps, still an avid supporter of the Bloutfit. You knocked on Nobara’s door and entered, and seeing all your classmates in there dressed nicely for you warmed your heart: Megumi, Toge, and Yuji wore cute slacks and button-down long sleeve shirts, Nobara wore a pink skirt and a white top, and Maki dressed up in a power suit. Panda was panda.

Your stomach did three consecutive backflips when your eyes landed on none other than Gojo Satoru, leaning back against a wall and smiling at you. Oh, so he was back from his trip already, huh? This try-not-to-stare game was getting really hard when he, too, was wearing nice slacks and a crisp button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He wore his dumb sunglasses, and damn, did this man look expensive.

Megumi shoved two bottles of fancy-looking wine into your hands, keeping his promise. Everyone passed the bottles around, laughing and swaying to music (which Yuji was again in charge of, starting the night off with Walk Down by FNF Chop). You played a couple of intense rounds of charades, and you would never forget Yuji’s impersonation of John Cena. Ever. Because you now had a permanent stain on your dress where you had spat out your wine. See, this is why we wear black, though! You felt someone grab your wrist and lead you outside of the room and into the dimly lit hallway.

Before you could even process it, a certain 6’ 3” tree bent into your ear and whispered, “Happy birthday, princess,” while shoving a small box into your hands. He pulled back up and leaned against the wall, nodding at you with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. You opened your mouth to angrily argue with him, but he put a finger to your mouth and shushed you. “Just open it.” You narrowed your eyes as you popped the lid of the box open, heat instantly rising to your cheeks. You stared down at a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs. “What the fuck is this?” You asked him bluntly, and he stupidly replied, “Handcuffs, dummy. I was thinking we could use them soon during one of our training sessions. Trust me, you’ll like them,” he winked at you through his sunglasses. Before you could scoff and tell him you weren’t the type of girl who was into bright pink sex toys, he said, “Oh, and one more thing before I forget.”

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the panties he had stolen from your pile of clothes in the shed last night. He took a step toward you and pulled the top of your dress out, slipping your underwear inside. His hand lingered on your chest longer than it should have, until he pulled it back out and placed his hand on the back of his neck. “Well, you’d better get going. Yuji knows about the deal, blah blah blah, so meet Sukuna at his room at 11, okay?” You froze and your stomach dropped. How could you have forgotten? What time was it? You glanced at your phone frantically. “It’s 11:27, you moron! Why didn’t you remind me earlier??” You panicked. “Oh shit, sorry about that. Well, you better get going now, then.” Gojo called after you “Have fun!” And “Be safe!” And “Use protection!” As you scrambled down the hallway to meet your impending doom.

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timmyteehill · 3 years

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Discord Thread || Antoni&Tee-01

Discord text thread featuring: Tee & @antonirenaldi

When: 2nd April 2021

Mentions: N/A

Description: Tee and Tony meet up in person for the first time before the other starts working at his therapy clinic. Tony tells him about his divorce.

Trigger Warnings: talk of divorce

Antoni.

The last time Antoni had spoken with Timothy Hill, he'd been a happily married man en route to a bigger city for a bigger life. Now, as he nursed a whiskey and waited for his boss to arrive, he felt like a completely different person, needing to remind himself that he was just as capable of doing his job now as he had been a few weeks before. It wasn't as though he'd been hired for his home-life, he assured himself, swallowing the last of his self-doubt with a sip of his drink. And if this doesn't work out, you'll just go back home - whatever that means. Spotting a familiar face approaching his table, Antoni stood, forcing a smile and extending a hand. "There he is. How are things?"

Tee

Tee couldn’t be prouder of the way his clinic was going. The number of clients were increasing and they all had great things to say about the service offered. It was going well enough that he needed to hire more people to help him out although maybe that wasn’t that surprising considering the drama and issues everyone living in Kingsboro seemed to have. Antoni was the perfect candidate and he did amazingly in their online interview so it was no hardship for Tee to offer him a job at Wellbeing Therapeutics. Although they chatted during their online interview and over the phone a few times, he was still excited to actually meet him in person. Tee saw the other sitting at one of the tables as soon as he walked in and he made his over. Antoni looked friendly enough but something seemed different than when he interviewed him, although Tee couldn’t put his finger on what. “It’s great to finally meet you in person”, he smiled, shaking his hand before taking a seat. “Things are pretty great, everything’s in full swing to welcome you on board.”

Antoni.

“Definitely,” he agreed, sitting when Tee did. He liked the man’s demeanor, a refreshing change from the vastly older, borderline stodgy men he’d worked under in the past. He’d been a little surprised at just how young his new boss was, but everything had pointed to it being a positive thing; they’d developed an easy banter, and Antoni didn’t feel a constant need to assert or prove himself. “That’s great. I’ve looked into all the files, and I feel prepped for the new clients.” Everything was perfect, except for the small fact that - A server came by for Tee’s drink order, interrupting Tony’s line of thinking. When she left, he added, “The menu here looks great. You like this place?”

Tee

Tee knew that it wasn’t common to find someone his age already with his own therapy clinic but it was one of the perks of having rich parents who supported his dreams and endeavors. It wasn’t uncommon for others in his sector to look down on him for his age though. Like that guy he interviewed before Antoni who pursed his lips in judgement when he saw Tee was the one interviewing him and tried to pass him off as a joke. That was probably one of the reasons him and Antoni hit it off so well from the get go. If the other was uncomfortable over his age, he never showed it. “That’s great. The clinic keeps growing every day with more people calling for appointments so me and another psychologist aren’t really enough to keep it going on our own. I was thinking of eventually hiring other professionals like speech and occupational therapists but one thing at a time”, he joked, knowing it was best not to get too ahead of himself. Tee ordered himself a drink when the server came by, and was grateful when they didn’t make a big deal in front of Antoni. Most of the people working at Urban Cajun were like a family to him and treated him as such but they also knew when he was at a professional dinner and kept their boundaries. “I love the menu here, I’m a huge seafood lover. I feel like I kind of have to say that I love it, even if I hated it though or my mum would have my head.” It was best to get it out there instead of having the other find out on his own. “My parents kind of own this place.”

Antoni.

“Oh, hey, that’s great. My son actually sees a speech therapist, and it’s been really beneficial. They were thinking he maybe didn’t have strong enough muscles in his cheeks to form certain words? They had us give him ice water with lemon to get him to learn how to pucker his lips, and now he’s pretty much at his 24-month milestones. It’s great, all the techniques they have.” Antoni took up a menu, although he’d already perused it while he’d waited for Tee, listening as the man spoke. He looked up at the new information, dark brows raised in appreciation. “Really? That must be awesome, how long have they had it? I’m huge on seafood too, there’s this place on the coast we go every summer ...” His voice trailed off and the bright expression on his face fell a bit. “Actually, speaking of families, I should probably give you an update.”

Tee

Tee had some basic knowledge when it came to speech impediments but definitely not enough to be able to offer solutions and techniques so he always ended up referring his clients to a speech therapist friend of his. It would be so much better to have one working at the clinic so that all of the services could be offered under one roof but this sort of thing took time and planning. He wanted to see for himself that Antoni was settling in nicely before he would even consider recruiting anyone else. "You're right, and you know what they say. This sort of sector is multidisciplinary and we all have to work together in order to reach the final goal." Tee nodded, smiling a little shyly. Not everyone took the news that his parents were successful business owners very well, especially when they figured out that was the reason why he could afford to open his own clinic at such a young age. "I think they've had this place for close to twenty-one years at this point. They started off with this one in Kingsboro then gradually started opening up in more places." Tee noticed the way Antoni's expression shut down and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Okay...what's up?"

Antoni.

“Well, it’s - nothing that will affect my job performance, I can assure you,” except for the lack of sleep and the noticeable increase in my drinking habits a darker part of his mind amended, but Antoni pushed on. “My wi- uh, Gabrielle ... didn’t make the move with me. We’re separated, and we’ve begun divorce proceedings.” The words sounded foreign in his mouth, and he washed down the taste of them with another swig of whiskey. “She’s in Boston, with Luca. I’ll need to leave on Friday afternoons to either spend the weekends there or bring him back with me, and then returning on Sundays. I’m fine with front loading my appointments towards the beginning of the week to make up for the later half of Friday, if that’s alright with you.” He hated the way his circumstances painted him. He felt like a failure, and realized he hadn’t been meeting the man’s eyes.

Tee

Tee could tell that their conversation had taken on a serious note but he wasn't sure what he was expecting. Especially when Antoni said it wasn't something that was going to affect the way he carried out his job. Whatever it was, he definitely wasn't expecting the other to tell him that he and his wife were getting divorced. It's not like Tee knew much about his private life; their interview was meant to discuss work-related issues and Tee was never really the kind of person to pry but Antonu had mentioned being happily married and having a son. He even mentioned how the whole family was excited to make the move to Kingsboro after Tee contacted him to let him know he got the job. So to be told that from the last time they talked to now things had gotten so bad that the couple had already begun divorce proceedings...it shocked him. "Shit." It was the first thing that came to mind and he couldn't hold back the curse. This wasn't something that Tee could relate to. While he's had his fair share of relationships ending badly, he was never married but he could imagine that if he was going through something like that, he wouldn't appreciate others making a big deal out of it. "Don't worry about appointments. If you want to take on less clients to give you more liberty to come and go...we'll figure something out."

Antoni.

"Oh, no," Antoni countered, waving a hand in the air as if to brush away the smoke from the bomb he'd just dropped into Tee's lap. "Less clients doesn't seem necessary. Work will probably be a welcome distraction." He tried to smile, but it was thin and tight. "I'd like to do what I came here to do, if that's still alright with you." Thankfully, a waitress appeared tableside to see if they'd decided on dinner, and Tony felt the tension in his shoulders lessen a bit. "I'll have whatever he's having," he quipped, handing over his menu. "I have a feeling he knows what's good here."

Tee

Tee wasn't sure if the other was actually being honest or if this was his way of trying to make a good impression on his new employer. Giving him fewer clients wouldn't be a problem. Tee might never have been married but he knew first hand how much a breakup could hurt, especially if it came out of the blue. Pushing Antoni wouldn't be a good idea, especially about something which was probably a very sensitive subject so he just nodded and dropped it. "Whatever you want." Handing over the menu which he hadn't even opened, Tee smiled at their server. "I'll have the soup of the day to start with and the spaghetti seafood."

#discord #thread #c: antoni

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conaionaru · 3 years

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Moral of the story (Modern Bjorn)

Who knew

Synopsis: As a single father, Bjorn doesn't have much time to move on from his wife Thorunn. When Marjorie Potts stumbles into his life.

Warning: Slowburn, friends to lovers, modern au, Siggy lives, abusive ex

I don't own the gifs.

Unstrapping his little daughter from her car seat, Bjorn made his way to his house. It was new, a gift from his father to have a fresh start. It was closer to Ragnar's new family. Siggy liked being close to her uncles and little cousins.

The five-year-old run after him; her pigtails were bouncing happily as she clutched her stuffed bear in her hands.

Banging caused the two to stop. By the neighbor's house, a car parked on the lawn, ruining the grass. A man stood by the door, trying to get in. But somebody from the inside struggled to keep him out.

"Who is he?" He heard an older lady ask as three grandmas walked by.

"No idea. Never seen him before. The girl lives all alone."

"Maybe an old boyfriend. Mabel. Call the police on him. He is up to no good."

True to their word, the drunken man banged on the door and screamed loudly. "Let go, you, bitch! Fuxking whore, though you could fool me? Moving won't save you, Marjorie!"

Bjorn frowned at the yelling and left his daughter with the three women. He marched to the man just as he managed to rip the door open.

"Stop running!"

"Hey! Let her go."

The man turned around to look at Bjorn stalking towards him. "Don't interrupt. We are in the middle of something."

The redheaded girl used the moment to try and slam the door closed, but the man put his foot in the crack and slammed the door open. The force bashed the girl's head against the wood and collapsing on the ground in pain. She cursed as he raised his arm to hit her, but Bjorn wrapped her arm around his wrist and wrenched him off her.

The flashing lights of the police alerted them that the fight was over. The man ripped himself out of Bjorn's chokehold and pointed an accusing finger at him. The Ragnarsson ignored him and helped the girl up from the ground. "Are you alright? Do you see double?"

"Thanks."

The ginger looked over her shoulder at the yelling men getting restrained by the police. "I will fucking kill you, bitch! How dare you cuff me! Wait till my father hears about this! He will get you all fired! Do you hear me?!"

"Maam." A policewoman called out and walked to Bjorn and his neighbor with a medical kit in her hands. "How about we patch you up, and you can make a statement."

"I can do it here too."

The policewoman nodded and took out a notepad after patching up her head wound. The scratch on her forehead was bleeding a little bit and probably hurt like a bitch. The old ladies carried Siggy to Bjorn, who also had to make a statement.

During his interview, he heard the girl's conversation with the cops. "He is my ex. Andrew Doyle. D-O-Y-L-E."

"Has he beat you before? Any attacks of any kind? Before or after your break-up."

"During. This is the first time he saw me since we split up. I moved to have a new start."

When all the turmoil slowed, Bjorn was left alone with his daughter and neighbor, who looked at her busted door in disdain. "I know someone who can repair it. I could call him."

The ginger looked back at him and frowned before sighing and nodding. She put her hands in her pockets as she watched the tall, broad man fish his phone out of his pocket while his little daughter runs around him in circles.

She was a cute child with dark brown eyes and strawberry blonde curly hair in two pigtails. Attentive and curious, stealing glances at the strange woman every once in a while.

"He will come to look at it in two hours."

"Thanks... I don't know your name."

Bjorn chuckled and extended his hand to her. "Bjorn Lothbrok. This is my daughter Siggy. We are new here."

She smiled at him halfheartedly and shrugged, shaking his hand. "Joy Potts. A resident for a month. Welcome to the neighborhood, I guess." She turned on her heel to go into her home, but Bjorn called out to her once more.

"You could wait at my house. It would be safer." Joy frowned at his offer and tried to decline, but Siggy run-up to her, smiling.

"You could play with me! Or do my hair. My Daddy is bad at it."

"I am not." He tried to protest, but Siggy shook her head and looked up at the ginger with puppy dog eyes.

Fuck me. "Sure."

And so she ended up in a house way too huge for a single father and his little daughter. The guy had five guest bedrooms! If he rented the thing out, he could buy another car instead of the Mercedes parked out front. But the tall blonde seemed like a good guy, you know, for a rich dude.

Joy subtly looked over his kitchen as he tried to cook something for all of them. The wine bottle on the top shelf seemed old, judging by the lair of dust on it, and very welcoming. "Do you want some? I could open it."

She shook her head and smiled sheepishly at Bjorn's confused look. "Just trying to seize you up. You know, if I am not in the house of a psychopath."

He chuckled and pointed at the five-year-old girl painting behind the dinner table. "I have a kid."

"Psychos have sperm too. I am sure attractive ones have some kids. Ted Bundy made on in prison." She shrugged and smirked at his bewildered expression. He invited her into his home, let him bear the consequences. She was way too fucking tired to tip-toe around him.

"Fair point." He shrugged and stirred the sauce in the pot. Joy shook her head at the technique and walked over to him to peer into the pot.

"Does food involve my stay here?" Bjorn nodded and grinned proudly at his creation that...honestly looked poisoned. "I will pass then."

"It doesn't look that bad!"

"Daddy's right! It smells worse!" Siggy called from her spot on the dinner table and run over to Joy and her father to show them her picture. It was a cute scene of her, her father, and many other people with names over them. Some of the letters were backward. But Joy could make out the words "Ubbe" and "Ivar." The last one looked like an angry troll.

"It's not so bad. I am sure it can be saved." With an unsure grin, Joy tasted the pasta sauce. It tasted horrid, so she spent the next two minutes perfecting the disaster enough so it could be edible.

The dinner was rather quiet; Siggy ate the spaghetti happily, getting the sauce all over her. Bjorn opened the bottle of white wine, so hopefully, the awkward tension would ease. Joy was never really a people person. She liked her privacy and scandals to be her own business. After her relationship with Andrew, she lost all her friends and wasn't that bummed about it. Moving far away is easier when you had no attachments. No need to burn bridges to keep yourself safe when they were all ashes already.

"So... Why did you move here? Usually, people like you don't move into neighborhoods filled with old ladies. Or is that your type?" Maybe the wine wasn't the best decision, but she always made the wrong choices. So no surprise there, let her big mouth insult the guy that gave her shelter and fed her.

Bjorn just chuckled and looked at Siggy's adorable happy face. "I needed a quiet place to raise my daughter. Far away from my teenage brothers and my dad's new wife. And you? What's a girl like you doing here?"

Joy smirked and finished her third glass of red wine. "Escaping mostly."

"From him?"

The smile dropped from her face. Why was she even shocked at the answer? He did save her from Andrew and heard her talk with the cops. "Him and other people. Rumors, knowing eyes, judgment. It was tiring, and I needed an escape. So I thought, where would no one normally want to move? And I came here."

"No one but me, I guess. Or do I not count as normal? A guy like me? What does that even mean, by the way?"

She poured the rest of the bottle into her glass and swirled the liquid around, trying to sort her thoughts. "A guy that came from money, obviously. Otherwise, you couldn't afford a place like this. And you also invited a stranger you just met into your home. What if I was a psychopath that could kill you?"

"We can't both by psychos, can we? What would the odds be?" They both shared a laugh, Siggy asking for seconds right after. Joy couldn't look at the messy face, so she took a napkin and wiped at Siggy's face.

"Nooo. I want to be messy. It's like make-up. It will make me pretty." Siggy whined while Joy and Bjorn laughed at her.

"It doesn't match your skin tone, honey." Joy joked and threw the dirty napkin away. The doorbell rang right after, so Bjorn went to open the door. The man that walked in after him, was tall and lanky.

He was the one that was supposed to fix the door. So Floki, Bjorn, Siggy, and Joy went to her home to look at the damage. The ginger led them into her living room, where Floki spread his tools and went to hang down the door. She would need a new lock and some damage control, but it would be working within the hour.

Siggy looked around the room and then settled on the couch to watch TV. After asking Joy to do something with her hair, of course. Bjorn used the moment to look around. Despite her living here longer than him, Joy's house was impersonal. Just easily decorated to pack up faster if needed.

The Lothbrok understood that she was probably on the run from Andrew, but the house looked so empty. No photos or anything to show that someone actually lived here. One thing that caught his attention were dog tags on the wall. "They were my dad's. Marine."

"My brother wanted to enlist, but our Dad talked him out of it. Said Ubbe wouldn't handle the violence and blood full time. Ivar still holds it over him until now." Bjorn snorted in amusement, causing Joy to laugh too.

"Annoying little shit, brother? Know what that's like."

"Brothers?"

Joy rolled her eyes and looked at him, resting her chin against the back of the beige couch. "Two. One older, one younger. Annoying, overprotective, and a nightmare to live with as a teenage girl."

"Well, there are 13 years between me and Ubbe, who's the oldest. Bringing girls home was very hard when a little boy is following you like a lost puppy."

Joy snorted and grinned at Bjorn's confused look. "Boohoo. Poor Bjorn couldn't get it on. My brothers threatened my first boy friend, not even dating, just project partners. The guy couldn't even walk in the same hall as me. My youngest brother banged pots outside my door after I came home from a party for the first time."

"My dad used to blast Queen right next to my ear. Sat there and laughed at my misery when he found me hugging the toilet. I still think he has blackmail material from that time."

Laughing at their pasts was so easy. As if they had known each other for years. It has been a long time since Bjorn could spend time with someone that wasn't family or work-related. "So the door is fixed. It looks like nothing ever happened."

Floki giggled while walking in. Joy jumped up to pay him, but the tall stranger stopped her. "Anything for a friend of Bjorn."

"We aren't exactly-"

"Thank you, Floki. Say hi to Helga and Angrboða for me!" Bjorn cut her off and led the men out, saying something about a playdate between their girls.

Floki looked the tall man over and grinned. "You know, you could bring Siggy tomorrow and ask the girl out. You aren't really subtle."

"I don't like Joy like that. I know her for a few hours."

"Never stop you before, Big Bear." The younger male mock glared at Floki, who just snickered and left.

When he walked back into the room, Joy and Siggy played a card game, and his daughter's hair was in two braids. "Strange fellow, isn't he?"

He shrugged and went to help Siggy win. "Known him since birth. He is my parent's friend since they were all my age. His wife and daughter are sweet, though."

After the game, Bjorn took Siggy to leave, the little girl hugging Joy as a goodbye. He looked at them and sighed. "I wanted to ask you... Would you like to go out for a drink? As neighbors and new friends, nothing serious."

Joy smirked at his stammering and nodded. "Are you going to ask the old ladies out too? I would like to see that."

"Oh yes, I have a knitting lesson planned out with each one." They laughed again and parted ways.

Joy stood there, dreading what would come during the "date." She was in no mood for a relationship so soon after Andrew. Especially after today. But if he really wants to just be friends, then fine. If he ends up in the friend zone, that's on him.

So the next day, she spent minimal time on her make-up and clothes. If he wants to be friends, he should get used to her looking like a gremlin. But she better ease him into it; we don't want him to get a heart attack so young, do we?

Sitting at the bar and waiting for him felt weird. Joy felt desperate and ridiculous in her jeans and leather jacket. She felt like everyone kept staring, and every laugh felt like it was meant to be about her.

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, ooh

The song on the stereo made her feel old. It was released in the 2000s when she was a kid. She listened to that song constantly when it came up on the radio and sang along. Now the young people in the bar looked at the stereo in confusion, unfamiliar to the hit.

"But he doesn't know who I am. And he doesn't give a damn about me." Bjorn sang from behind her, grinning at her shocked expression.

"You sing fine, but your timing's shit." Joy teased as he sat down and ordered a whiskey like her.

"I was held up, spilled something over my shirt, and had to change. But I am here." He grinned at her and froze. What were they supposed to talk about now? The weather? Sports? Since when was he so bad at this?!

Joy looked at him with curious eyes and sighed. "I just want to remind you, no feelings."

"That won't be hard." Bjorn shook his head; Joy raised an eyebrow at him.

"What's that supposed to mean? Am I that ugly?"

"More like I am too busy with Siggy. And I guess you aren't ready either. Moving on from her mom is... hard. I would rather like a friend that doesn't want to see me naked or something from me other than company."

Joy smiled at nodded. "Good. I am not the best adept for that, but your funeral."

"Why do you think that?"

Telling him about her severe self-hate problems and antisocial lifestyle wasn't an option. So she decided to go another route. "Just saying that how we met isn't the best friendship set up. You don't usually see that in movies."

Bjorn shrugged and took a sip of his drink. "Well, this isn't a movie. Or do you see hidden cameras here, huh?"

"You got me there, Lothbrok. So tell me, neighbor... Where are you from?"

"My Dad lives in Kattegat, Mom, and sister in Hedeby. I lived in between and with Dad at the end. What about you?"

Joy played with a strand of her hair, bobbing her head to the end of "teenage dirtbag."

How does she know who I am?

And why does she give a damn about me?

I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby

Come with me Friday, don't say maybe

I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you

She looked down into her glass and smiled nostalgically. "We moved from Topeka, Kansas, to Oslo when Mom was pregnant with my big brother. Lived there ever since. So when the shit with Andrew was over, I moved here to Copenhagen. I figured big city, fewer people to know me. But I wanted a quieter neighborhood, so here I am."

"What about work? Do you work here in the city?"

"Right now, nowhere. I used to bartend before, but right now, I do occasional work. Watching kids, cleaning houses, I tried gardening once. It ended badly."

"So that's why your lawn looks shitty."

Joy gasped and hit the giggling Bjorn on the shoulder. "What's your job? Profesional asshole? Is that just part-time?"

"A hobby, really. I worked in my dad's company with Ubbe but didn't have time for Siggy. So now I am a personal trainer. So if you want to learn how to beat people up, tell me." She smiled at the invitation and clanged glasses with him.

"To a nice friendship between two idiots."

"Skol!"

#history vikings #Bjorn Ironside #bjorn lothbrok #bjorn ragnarsson #Siggy Bjornsdottir #bjorn x oc #original female character #original character #modern bjorn

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mossmurdock · 6 years

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see how it goes--part.3

Summary: the awaited trip finally starts but not as smoothly as everyone hoped it would

Word Count: 2321

Warnings: cursing das it

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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The sound of the alarm on your phone made your day start off pretty badly, which was the complete opposite of what you wanted it to be. You weren’t exactly a morning person, yeah you had your good days, but you couldn’t sleep because of excitement and the conversation about you and Richie last night. Your head was pounding with the nervousness of leaving, like it was in sync with the alarm, a reminder that ‘yes, you’re actually doing this. you’re leaving Derry with your friends, it’s one day before summer break and, you’re getting out, escaping.’ You thought about it like a disappearing act magicians did. One second they’re there, and then they’re gone for a couple of seconds. But they always come back. The magician always comes back and makes the little kids at the party happy.

“Shut the hell up.” Beverly went to hit the snooze button on the phone.

“Beverly no! Do that and we’ll fall asleep again!” She retracted her hand and you sighed. Beverly instead hit the ‘dismissed’ button to make the sound stop.

“Ugh, what time is it? It feels like I only slept for like five minutes.” Beverly croaked. Her voice was still really groggy. “About 4:30, I think?” You started to get rid of the bed that was on the floor, folding the sheets and picking up the pillows. “We should start getting ready.” Beverly nodded, also starting to fix your bed.

“Can we make coffee so we don’t have to buy any later?” She asked.

“Most definitely.” You replied.

You showed Beverly how to use the coffee maker since she wanted to make it for the both of you. After drinking, the two of started to get ready and clean up the living room. At around 5:25 the two of you were done, your bags packed from yesterday and only packing a few extra things. You also decided to leave a note for the both of your parents.

“Done?” You asked Beverly.

She nodded, “Yup, now all we have to do is wait for Richie to pick us up since he’s the closest to your house.”

“Did we make any seating arrangements?”

Beverly shrugged, “I don’t think so, but we can always figure that out when we stop to eat at the diner we’re meeting up at.” The mention of eating reminded you of just how hungry you were. All the snacks you ate yesterday really didn’t do anything to fill up your stomach. Having breakfast seemed like heaven right now.

“Y/N, he’s here.”

You snapped out of it and slung your bag onto your shoulder. The two of you entered the car after setting your bags into his trunk. You sat in the passenger seat and Beverly sat in the back with Eddie. “Good morning sweet cheeks, what are up to this fine Saturday morning?” Richie used his best news reporter voice. He faked having a mic in his hand and held it up to your face.

“Well Mr. Tozier, I’m currently stuck in a car with a rather annoying person right next to me. Instead of paying attention to the road, he insists on interviewing me.”

Richie retracted his microphone and faked a hurt expression.

“Ouch! Looks like we’ve got a feisty one here--oh what’s that?”

Richie was now only driving with one hand, nearly giving Eddie a heart attack. “Well folks, looks like we’re going back to Molly Ringwald with the weather,” He brought up the fake mike to the back of the car, somehow getting his his arm to reach Beverly. Beverly groaned and pushed his hand away. “Richie keep your eyes on the road, your giving Eddie an aneurysm,” Richie put the both of his hands back onto the steering wheel and laughed. “Come on Eddie Spaghetti! Its fine, its not like I learned how to drive yesterday.”

“4 out of 5 car crashes are caused by a distracted driver, Richie. Would you want to die knowing the last thing you said was ‘Its not like I learned how to drive yesterday?’ And Y/N, you need to put on your seat belt! You too Beverly, and don’t call me Eddie Spaghetti!”

Richie was about ready to laugh his lungs out before stopping the car in the diner parking lot. “Looks like we’re the first one’s here.” Beverly said. She was initially talking to you, but you were already inside the diner. Eddie turned to Richie, “How the hell did she get inside so quickly?” Richie shrugged, a smile creeping up on his face. “She’s just like that, gets really determined to get food when she’s hungry.”

He started to head inside, helping you push two tables together, so the whole gang would be able sit with each other. The other two did the same and took their seats.

The rest of the group arrived about two minutes later, taking their prefered seats and having random conversations. “No Richie,” Stan chided, “that’s not how it works. Bird watching takes lots of patience--”

“Now you see here mate,” Richie interrupted with his terrible australian accent, “that right there is young whipper jabber. Get too close and it’ll poke ya in the eyes, now my technique here is to grab a rope that’s about a foot long--”

Stanley groaned, “For fucks sake, I don’t even think that’s a real bird!”

A waiter cleared his throat. “Uh, excuse me? But, may I take your order?”

All of you had eaten your food and left. Figuring out the seating arrangements before leaving, you obviously chose to stay in Richie’s and so did Eddie. The only two people who switched were Stan and Beverly since Beverly wanted to sit with Ben and he didn’t mind moving for her. You cursed Beverly for leaving you but also found it absolutely adorable how they both wanted to be near each other. The driving had commenced and you were all about 5 hours in, and the trip to California was going pretty smoothly. Richie had at first tried rolling the windows down but the summer heat was way too much to handle, so you all just stuck to air conditioning.

After about two more hours of driving, the group agreed to stop at a gas station.

“Oh thank god!” You cried. “My legs feel so numb.” You stretched as soon as you got out of the car, and so did everyone else. Richie snorted, “You better get used to it, love. We have a few more days on the road before we finally get to California.”

“Y/N!” yelled Mike. “Come get snacks with me!”

“Mike, my boy, my one and only, my one true love--”

“We’re not getting silly string, Y/N. Remember what happened last time?” Mike said.

You did remember. It was fun, but it was a pain to clean up. Richie had gotten it all over your hair, and he ended up ruining your favorite sweater(he bought you a new one a few days later even though you told him not to). It was the result of a prank meant to be on Richie but ended backfiring with the group spraying silly string in and out of Richie’s car and over each other. You all felt pretty guilty after and cleaned it up for him.

“We could get everyone a pack of gummies though, that seems mess free.” You smiled and grabbed an armful of gummies.

Mike and you payed for everything and went back outside.

“Y/N!” Eddie yelled, he had your phone held up. “Your parents are calling!” You quickly gave the bags you were holding to Ben since he was the closest person next to you. You ran after Eddie and quickly grabbed the phone from his hand before you missed the call.

“Hey mom!”

“Sweetie!” There was some noticeable chatter in the background, she was probably at some event or something. “How’s your little trip with your friends going? I had heard that you were heading to California with that Richard boy and the rest of the others from Mrs. Tozier, that’s not true is it sweetie?”

“Actually mom, “ you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “that’s exactly what I’m doing. I had told you about that two days before, you know how I was talking about Richie inviting me? I--I even left you note the morning I left.”

There was a pause, you could clearly hear the chatter from the background now.

“. . . Oh.” she sighed, “Of course! It’s completely fine, I remember now. Have fun and stay as long as you want.”

She quickly ended the call without saying goodbye.

“So?” Richie asked.

“Everything's fine. My mom was just checking on me is all.”

Everyone seemed relieved. “Are you sure?” Richie asked you.

In the back of his mind, Richie knew why he nearly always came over whenever your parents were sleeping or weren’t there at all, why you never had any of the losers club over at your house, and why you told him about all the times your parents had asked you if you had been hanging out with Greta and her friends. Your parents never liked you hanging out with them. He’d had a feeling ever since you started to hang out with his group of friends more frequently. He was scared that at one point you’d stop hanging out with them and him all together. He didn’t think he’d be able to handle it. Ever since he could remember, he’s been with you, whether or not the two of you were spraying silly string in each other’s faces.

“Richie it’s fine, really!” you smiled.

“Now let’s get going, we’re not getting anywhere just standing here!”

Beverly whooped, which caused some heads to turn in the gas station, but no one cared. You all got back to doing whatever you all had to do. Everyone got back into their car's, Stan was driving Richie’s car which ended up with you and Richie being in the back together. Eddie complained that every time he was in the back with Richie it never ended well, and you believed him.

A couple more hours of driving and it was getting pretty late, you were surprised Stan didn't ask anyone to switch for him. You were starting to fall asleep, it was involuntary really. Richie was playing around with your hair, doing whatever with it, you laid against his chest(which Eddie thought was extremely unsafe since neither of you had a seat belt on)and he was humming whatever song was in the radio so you felt the vibrations from his chest. You started to close your eyes, letting the exhaustion from the day wash over you.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet sweet cheeks.” Richie cupped your cheeks and lifted up your face so you could face him. He started to squish your face. “Holy shit that’s hilarious. You look like a fucking chipmunk.”

You groaned, “Rich, stop! I was almost going to fall asleep.”

He laughed and kept doing it anyway. “But, I love you too much babe.”

He wasn’t lying, he really did. He just didn’t know how to tell you without it being a joke or a part of one of his characters. Richie liked you, he liked you a lot, and when he first started to realize it he thought he’d be able to brush it off like he always did. You were just his really amazing friend. But you weren’t, you were more than that, you had so much more to you. Yes, you were pretty, extremely pretty, but you weren’t like Cindy from 7th grade, or Rachel from freshman year, they were pretty but they always had something missing. It took him forever to realize he was looking for a certain smile and laugh. Richie thought that he could maybe talk to Ben about it, he seemed to have good advice for that sort of stuff.

“Richie, you good? You’ve been staring at me for, like, the last five minutes.”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, yeah I’m good.”

You smiled and went back to talking to Stan about how shitty the song on the radio was, and complained about him losing his aux cord.

And he was fine now, because the song was really shitty, and he could talk about that with you rather think about anything else about you. About how you were a thousand times better than Rachel from freshmen year, or about how everyone was laughing now and he could only hear yours, thinking about how many times you’ve told him to sit still so you could count all his freckles and thinking why the fuck he didn’t just grab your face and kiss you right there.

He thought more about what he could not be thinking about and thought about it anyways, and he knew Stan knew because he was looking at him from the rear view mirror with a knowing look when talking to you. He remembered Stan telling him how whipped he was over you a while ago, it was even before he had even introduced you to everyone.

His exact words were,

“Wow, Rich. You’re whipped for this girl and you don’t even know.”

He sure as hell knew now, and its hitting him like a fucking truck. Everything he did with you now wasn’t brushed off with the excuse of being best friends anymore, every little gesture from you meant something to him(not like it didn’t before)and every gesture given from him had the same amount of meaning. He just didn’t know if you saw that meaning too.

He hoped you did.

#its gets better i swear #beep beep richie #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier x you #ben hanscom #stan uris #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #eddie kaspbarak #It 2017

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bytheanchorarchived · 7 years

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DEAR JO.HN AND J.ACE AND VAL.ENTINE:

ok so. last night i was telling @runedalexander cy about the song “dear john” by tay.lor s.wift and how it explained jac.e’s journey through abuse and overcoming it and his relationship to val.entine. and cy told me: you could write a whole post about this. well. i did.

so a few warnings: this obviously deals with abuse, but it focuses on methods and how jac.e realizes what was done to him WAS abuse and how he started to overcome it, without ever stopping to love the father who abused him. this explains in detail every little thing valen.tine ever did to jac.e. it’s long. it’s winded. it’s full of me screaming in caps. but it’s detailed and thought through and i truly hope there aren’t that many typos. this encompasses mostly everything i feel about jac.e’s journey in relation to this, though only up to val.entine’s death and doesn’t go onto how it continued after that, because the post was already too long. maybe one day i’ll write about that too. but yeah, if you’re interested in knowing what jac.e went through, book and show wise be my guest.

another thing: i don’t mention cl.ary or al.ec EXCESSIVELY by name in this post, because cl.ary’s and ale.c’s influence on jac.e and his identity and self love would render another entire post just as big as this one. so for this we’re gonna focus on val.entine and when i say “family” and people he “loves” i mean all of them, clar.y, al.ec and the lightw.oods. we’ll just work with symbolism here so bear that in mind. cl.ary and al.ec deserve their own separate posts one day. this focuses on the light.woods in general and mary.se as an opposite polar parent to val.entine. for the size of this intro you can guess the size of the post. let me know if you enjoy this.

we start at ja.ce’s childhood, if you know a bit about it from the books you’ll understand this, “long were the nights when my days once revolved around you.”

when jac.e was a child every one of his days until he was ten revolved around va.lentine and v.alentine only. jac.e never knew anyone else. take that in. for the first ten whole years of his life, ja.ce never knew another person that wasn’t val.entine. v.alentine was his one and only parameter for life, truth, moral, society, love, happiness, pick anything you like, why is the sky blue? either va.lentine had an answer or he had a book he’d restrictively allow j.ace to read about it on. va.lentine was his one and only source of knowledge for the first ten years of his life. so for the entire time he was forming his consciousness and sense of self, and constructing the world in his head, and starting to tell himself the story about who he was, the only other human being he knew, was v.alentine, and for that whole time, he didn’t even know the man’s name, because he thought his name was mich.ael w.ayland.

so for TEN YEARS j.ace knew only one person and that person was a fabrication. i don’t think i need to explain why long were the nights, the nights here represent punishments, the times ja.ce was left alone with his thoughts and regrets, the times he was left in the dark, the moments of panic, nightmares and anxiety over the ways he’d failed val.entine during the day and could still come to, the next day. it represents his restlessness and emotional and mental vulnerability to valen.tine. anyone that has lived through something like this, knows that the nights alone wondering what will come next day are the worst.

“counting the footsteps, praying the floor won’t fall through, again.”

ok so, this one hurts af, still dwelling in his childhood, like i started to mention above if you’ve ever suffered emotional abuse you know that the one thing someone under such abuse fears the most in the entire world is the instability. one minute everything is fine, and the next you find out you’ve made a mistake through unexpected, blindsiding punishment, whether that be screams, disappointed words, corporal punishment, it’s never expected, it leaves your heart frayed, it sets you off into a panic before you even know what it is that you did, because the guilt and panic and feeling o failure are so programmed into you, you know that even if you do everything right you can still make a mistake, even if you give your all, you can still fail them, and if you do you are gonna PAY for it. one moment you’re on solid ground, and you’re even happy, and a blink of an eye later you’re falling through.

some times even a subtle change in the person’s mood can set you off, as you started to panic in advance and count in your head everything you’ve done that day, yesterday, that week, and all the little things you might have done to be responsible for their mood, whether that be anger or just being quieter than usual, you know it’s gotta be your fault and suddenly things feel unstable and you can’t breathe because the floor is shifting, even if you try your hardest to stay strong because falling apart will only make things WORSE.

“and my mother accused me of losing my mind, but i swore i was fine.”

when v.alentine returns, and jac.e learns the truth, m.aryse gets scared for him, she kicks him out of the institute, because she knows the cl.ave will come for him and she has no way to protect him since he’s not legally her son. when ja.ce does go to val.entine she gets worried, she even thinks jac.e might betray them but because she knows val.entine not because she doubts jac.e. she “accuses him of losing his mind” a.k.a. she is honest with him when she says she doubted him for a moment because she knew valent.ine’s power and val.entine had seduced and betrayed them all once, so why couldn’t he do it to j.ace his own son? maybe he’d reach through ja.ce and hurt them and hurt her children. only what she didn’t say right away and ja.ce didn’t understand was that she considered jac.e to be just as much one of her children that val.entine could hurt as the other three. and she dreaded both perspectives with all her heart. she dreaded she might lose the little boy she used to sing lullabies to, to vale.ntine’s influence, and though jac.e tells her he’d never do it, not five days after he goes to valent.ine because he feels desperate and alone. something she later recognizes was her own fault and fights for him and claims him as her son so he finally knows how she truly feels and that he’s not alone.

“you paint me a blue sky, then go back and turn it to rain.”

so this one is very easy and it’s something valentin.e did to him his entire life, not only in childhood but as they re-met and it’s an abuse technique to hold control over the abused person. jac.e for instance, tells clar.y that “michael” was a very good father, that he’d let j.ace have “anything he wanted” as long as he behaved (let’s not forget such good behavior was subject to daily rule changes and nuances tied to valen.tine’s mood and how he felt about jac.e’s progress and how he felt about jonath.an that week). anything he wanted consisted of pre-approved books, weapons or the infamous spaghetti bath that is one of the few good memories jac.e has of his childhood. so vale.ntine would let jac.e indulge in a few selected pleasures, at rare times even ludicrous wishes, as long as jac.e was a good child and behaved during his testing and grooming to be a murderous weapon one day. another example of this is how vale.ntine never once told jac.e he didn’t love him, or that ja.ce wasn’t special ( he just told him that what made him special made him cursed - again with the good and awful together ). not once even after j.ace knows the truth does val.entine says jac.e is not his son, or that val.entine is not his father and doesn’t love him. on the contrary. in their every interaction he says, you’re my son, i love you, i only want what is best for you. one of jac.e’s fondest memories of his entire life is being picked up and held by va.lentine as a kid, and he says it was the safest he ever felt before his father’s death and he never felt that safe again.

so val.entine was BOTH jac.e’s worst and best memory. that is very telling and very appropriately portrayed as to a real situation of abuse and love. which resulted in jac.e both loving AND hating him. more examples: gives him a pet, kills said pet. gives him a family to love him, tells him that such love for him is gonna ruin them, get them killed and cursed and destroyed. lets him bathe in spaghetti, but leaves him without any food enough that another child notices how “skinny” he is once he goes to the institute (a.lec). shows him the end of the world swallowed by demons that he “HAS to bring into this world for the greater good” but promises jac.e can be safe if he just gives him his loyalty. or show wise, beats the crap out of him, then makes him dinner and talks to him like a loving father who only wants what’s best for him. you’re too weak to kill me, you’re weak, but you’re my child and i love you. you’re just like me the person you admire, and because that you’re cursed. you’re loved but only i can love you without being destroyed by you. etc etc.

“and i lived in your chess game, but you changed the rules every day.”

again with the instability and the taking the floor from under you. i believe val.entine did this often just to TEST jac.e. because why not? see if he could adapt, how quickly he could learn new rules not to get punished, or just because val.entine was raisin an experiment and his experiment changed as jac.e grew up and rules had to become more and more constricting, the punishments harsher. also this was also shown in the way in which val.entine changed his speech to jac.e constantly, “you are weak” - “you are my son and i’m proud of you” - “you’re my failure” - “you’re my greatest achievement” etc. every time ja.ce thinks he knows how to deal with him, val.entine changes his speech and his methods and leaves jac.e spinning. it’s easier to manipulate someone who doesn’t know the rules but still tries to fulfill them. jac.e ws compelled to oby val.entine’s rules since he was a kid, but he always learned new ones through punishment or emotional manipulation. val.entine changed his rules at will a lot of times during the book to manipulate jac.e’s loyalty and love and try to corrupt him or regain control over him.

“wondering which version of you i might get on the phone, tonight.”

this i think would apply perfectly to the michael x val.entine debacle. mic.hael is the father in his memories, the one that jac.e loves, the one that loves him, the one jac.e never doubted and thought for sixteen years that was a good father that only wanted what was best for him, the one that taught jac.e everything he knew and taught jac.e to be strong and how to be a fighter and how to survive, the one jac.e ignored all the misdeeds from, because he was not a BAD father he just had a temper, he just wanted what was best for jac.e, he just wanted to make jac.e strong etc. val.entine though, val.entine is the monster jac.e learned to hate even before he met him. val.entine is the man who fooled him for ten years, who killed michae.l wayl.and twice, who stole a murdered boy’s identity and slapped it on jac.e without a second thought. he’s the man that wants to burn the world alive and kill everything jac.e learned to love. he’s the one that taught jac.e to be loyal to shadowh,unter society and now wants jac.e to join him in destroying it. who gave jac.e a family and now wants to kill it.who did all those horrible deeds in the past and present against everything jac.e stands for.

so when he meets him he never knows if he’s gonna get mich.ael - you’re my son, my greatest achievement, i taught you to be strong, i love you - or val.entine - you’re so weak i had to discard you because you were no good for me. and later on he learns that val.entine is both: yes you’re weak, but all the reasons why you’re weak are reasons why i love you and couldn’t stand to keep twisting you. and that is one of the hardest lessons jac.e has ever had to learn. that he DOES LOVE AND HATE valenti.ne and that neither makes him a bad person. that mich.ael was his father and val.entine killed him and it’s okay to miss and hate both of them. both his versions.

“well, i’ve stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why.”

alright, one thing you gotta understand is that jace’s loyalties didn’t shift in one night. in fact, it wasn’t until he found out that his father had lied to him his entire life that it STARTED to shift. until he found out about valentin.e, he loved and was completely loyal to mi.chael. it didn’t matter that he now knew there were other ways of parenting. it didn’t matter that he knew what al.ec and iz.zy thought of mich.ael, it didn’t matter that when he met cl.ary she outright told him that he was a horrible father, he didn’t see it that way. because it was done to HIM and jac.e genuinely believed that he deserved all of those things, that they WERE for his own good, and it’s not logical, of course not, because he could never do it to someone else (say train max in the way he was) but because it was about HIM, the cursed child, he genuinely believed his father was just doing his BEST. also because he always knew, and never doubted it, even after he found out the truth, that val.entine/mich.ael LOVED him. he knows that. that is one thing he never doubts, even as he begins to see it was a twisted love. it goes to show how genuinely loving, forgiving and just GOOD, ja.ce is.

let me break this down for you. val.entine lied to him for ten years of his life. but not only that. no. when he exited jac.e’s life, he made sure to leave an impression. how? he made jac.e at TEN years old, watch his own father’s murder. yes. he made jac.e watch the only father and person he knew until that age be attacked and MURDERED in front of him by his own men. NOT ONLY THAT, think about this, jac.e was a child, no? he had no way of knowing the faces of people in the circle. the names. i doubt he even knew what the circle WAS or if he did, it was certainly not portrayed the way it really happened. but val.entine is such an evil mastermind, he gave jac.e away but not before he made SURE that jac.e would ALWAYS have a connection to him, the real and the fake him. he made SURE that jac.e would spend the next six years of his life, living, getting stronger, working on himself, for one purpose only: to avenge his father’s death. and here’s the kick: he made sure his men would SAY WHY they were killing mic.hael and WHO they were, so that jac.e would not only grow up with revenge on his head, but with a PURPOSE and his purpose? to avenge his father’s death by killing valen.tine. insane isn’t it? the person jac.e hated half his life until then, he finds out was no one other than his own FATHER, the very own he loved and was trying to avenge. val.enting made absolute SURE that jac.e would go back to him. and even after jace finds out about HIM, he STILL can’t hate him. he tries, oh he tries HARD, but he loves his father, loves him so bad he almost goes with him and if it wasn’t for cl.ary being there in the exact same moment he found out “the truth”, valentin.e’s plan would have worked, and jac.e would have joined him, because again: 1. he loved him and he was the only person jac.e knew for 10 years of his 16 of life. 2. jac.e still believed v.alentine when he said they belonged together and val.entine was the only person that could love him back, and they were equally cursed, and jac.e couldn’t be with anyone else, family OR otherwise.

and here’s the kick, val.entine for almost sure didn’t mean to lie to jac.e again once they found each other, he had no reason to EXCEPT that cl.ary suddenly got in the mix. and val.entine with ONE look, realized that they were in love. he realized that jac.e was starting to ESCAPE his lessons and the mind control he’d done on him for a decade, for clary, and that’s when he tells them they’re brother and sister. not because he gives a shit about cl.ary, but to retain his power over jac.e by proving he’s cursed once and for all and isolating him from his entire family and society in one strike. it’s genius and evil and disgusting.

so when does j.ace finally “stops picking up”? it takes seeing, meeting jona.than, it takes learning the truth AGAIN, it takes realizing he wasn’t the only child val.entine was corrupting. it takes meeting the monster val.entine made of his own SON and realizing that could very well be him. he meets seb.astian and seba.stian tries to kill him and yet all jac.e feels is EMPATHY, he feels bad for seb.astian, he feels guilty even as he kills him because he understands this isn’t seb.astian’s fault, this is what val.entine made of him, and that is the very first time jac.e starts thinking of himself in similar terms. that maybe he DIDN’T deserve what was done to him and he ISN’T weak and just like seb.astian he is what val.entine made of him. that is a very important moment for him. more than that, he realizes that val.entine never LOVED this boy like he loved him, and if he hadn’t, jac.e would be exactly like him. he recognizes val.entine loves him but for the first time sees it for what it is, sick and twisted, and that val.entine doesn’t KNOW who he really is. how fucking MAJOR, for the first time in his life he realizes val.entine doesn’t know him better than anyone else, that val.entine doesn’t know who he is, that clar.y, that the love of his life that he now CAN love, might be right about him, and that vale.ntine had to go to the lengths he did just to keep jac.e under his wing, and that at the end jac.e WON, so who was the strong one here? and why did jac.e win? what made him strong enough? because ISAB.ELLE CAME AFTER HIM. so family, real family the family he’d come to know as real love and support and real bonds was what saved him, love was what saved him, made him strong enough to kill seb.astian. love made him push through death and get up again even as he was DYING to save isabel.le back because isa.belle is family, because she is the new life ja.ce got when he was sent to the light.woods, she is everything that new life entailed and she is everything val.entine planned to destroy.

do you see how IMPORTANT that is? why is it so SYMBOLIC that it’s isab.elle, the one sparring partner that could keep up with him, yes, but also the one that most EMBODIES this new family he’s a part of - because al.ec, ale.c is his soulmate, so al.ec represents himself, and the stakes are different, much more complex to be that simple and symbolic-, is.abelle who REPRESENTS his new life with the light.woods saves him, and he pushes THROUGH DEATH to save her back.that is the very moment jac.e FINALLY understands what real family and love is. seeing his double whom was never loved by val.entine, seeing val.entine’s monster side so clearly reflected in the twisted form of his real son, knowing he was capable of love, yes, but that he was also capable of unspeakable cruelty, and having is.abelle of all people come and save his life and give him a reason to FIGHT again when he’d given up, that means EVERYTHING. that is the very moment in which jac.e finally stops picking up. the moment when jac.e KNOWS he is strong enough to face val.entine and even if it’ll HURT because they still love each other, he knows he won’t fail this time. because as much as he loves val.entine, he loves this new, REAL family much more, and more than that, he loves himself, the self that he learned to be with the light.woods that would fight for them with his life more than he loves the boy he used to be with val.entine. that is the moment he finally sticks firmly on his own feet and he stands up to val.entine and he can finally SAY to him, “i am not weak. love did not make me weak. love made me stronger. and i have won over your other creation because of love and i am here now to take your life in the name of family and justice and even if it kills me i will do it because i know i am strong enough now.” CHILLS.

“dear john, i see it all now that you’re gone.”

ok, so, when does jac,e STARTS to see or even realize there is or might be ANYTHING wrong with what val.entine did to him? first, when he leaves him, abandons him - and it’s so interesting because jac.e FEELS that way, he “knows” that mich.ael was murdered but he feels abandoned, as though part of him knew the truth somehow - when michae.l dies, when the micha.el identity dies and jac.e first meets other people, other children, specially and other parents, other ways of parenting. he mentions to mar.yse “i used to watch you sing for al.ec and izz.y” and even though he doesn’t recall she did the same for him, because he never believed he deserved it, he still watched it. he watched what a parent could BE and he CRAVED it for himself. ma.ryse is the first time he sees what a real parent could be like, and that is only after mich.ael is “gone”. AGAIN, he starts seeing it even more, to the point where his loyalties first start to change when he learns the truth about va.lentine and val.entine leaves him for idr.is. so again, valetin.e is gone. the parent he knew as michae.l is gone, and then once more when he learns about jonath.an, and realizes he was never val.entine’s biological son at all, which makes yet another part of him disappear. so val.entine slowly abandons him bit by bit and those moments are the crucial moments where jac.e starts seeing things for what they are.

“don’t you think i was too young to be messed with? the girl in the dress cried the whole way home.”

pretty easy, childhood, jac.e first realizing that maybe what vale.ntine did to him as a child WASN’T okay, WASN’T for his own good, WASN’T for any other reason other than val.entine’s own sick plans. and that he DID have a reason to cry for all the times he didn’t before, after the murder of his falcon. also notice this, val.entine made him watch the death of two things jac.e loved in ten years, the falcon, and then he goes and stages a very similar thing for his own death after he knew what the death of the pet had caused in jac.e, made him stop crying, made him “stronger”, shifted him, and he hoped his own death would do the same. but yes, jac.e finally allowing himself to cry for what val.entine did to him is/would be a very important moment. recognizing he was just a child and val.entine didn’t have the right to do to him what he did.

“i should’ve known.”

the moment when jac,e realizes is also the moment where he thinks he should’ve known what val.entine did to him, should’ve been stronger from the beginning, should’ve killed him when he got the chance. remember what he tells cl.ary? “i wasn’t strong enough, i had the chance to kill him and i didn’t and every death he’s caused since (max’ included) is in my hands”. he thinks he should’ve known better that he should’ve known BEFORE that val.entine would never be the father he hoped he’d be and that jac.e should have been stronger earlier and killed his own father to protect the innocent lives he took later. jac.e is half out of his mind when he tells clar.y this, and thinking “he should’ve known” is the reason he decides to go after val.entine after all, and even though he doesn’t think he’s strong enough to SURVIVE it, he still thinks it’s his duty to end it, whether it costs his life or not, because he should have known and he should had saved all those lives when he could, when he had the dagger to valentin.e’s throat and let him go.

“maybe it’s me and my blind optimism to blame.”

what does val.entine tells him? you were too GOOD, too KIND, too SOFT HEARTED and that is the reason why i sent you away. those things that made you YOU, also made you WEAK and not strong enough for my plans for you. jon was too strong because he didn’t have kindness at all, you were too WEAK because kindness was all you HAD. so let’s ponder on this because this is important. val.entine, in his sick, deranged mind, of a man who thinks was doing everything right, is able to recognize and more than that learn to love a kind heart, enough to CHANGE HIS PLANS for this love. think about his. jac.e was actually so GOOD, so “optimistic” he managed to be SOLE, ONE AND ONLY QUESTION MARK on valent.ine’s grand plans. joc.elyn didn’t manage that even though val.entine loved her, his own SON didn’t manage that, even though val.entine used to love him. but jac.e that small child, that BABY valenti.ne cut out of his dead mother’s womb, that child so pure and full of LOVE, managed to be so KIND he made val.entine question part of his plans. he made val.entine STOP and CHANGE his plans if only to save jac.e and you know the importance of this??? valentine never thought he was wrong or that what he did to anyone in his life was wrong because it served a higher purpose he never doubted himself. and yet he couldn’t go through with his twisting of jac.e because he loved him so much, jac.e was so good, he sent him away to be loved by a “real family” to a place where he knew he would be taken care of. jac.e made vale.ntine for that single time, see the wrong in his own doings. cyb this??? so yes, at first jac.e considers, he takes in val.entine’s words and they hit him HARD, and he thinks, as said before, he wasn’t strong enoough when he had the chance, and maybe his father is right and his SOFT HEART, “his blind optimism”, kept him from saving lives and being stronger.

“or maybe it’s you and your sick need to give love than take it away.”

this is the important moment it SHIFTS. yeah, maybe it was me, maybe i was -too weak, too gullible, too kind, or you know what? maybe it was YOU. maybe it was all your games who TWISTED me. maybe it was never me AT ALL because that kind heart? that kind heart is the reason my REAL family loves me, is the reason i pushed through death to save my family who saved me back, and is the reason i have someone like cl.ary as pure as her, love me. so screw you. maybe it was you and your love games to blame, never me. vale.ntine made love a weapon, he brandished it, either saying he did what he did because he loved jac.e or saying jac.e’s love - even jac.e’s love for HIM - made him weak. so it’s either the reason behind all the hurt he put jac.e through or jac.e’s downfall. it’s either the most essential thing linking them, or the reason why jac.e will never defeat him.

“and you add my name to your long list of traitors who don’t understand.”

this is so fucking interesting because val.entine DOES feels this way. he is RIGHT, he is trying his BEST, he is trying to SAVE the world because if he doesn’t NO ONE WILL AND YET, people BETRAY HIM. he does nothing but work to make their lives better and they stab him in the back. he loved them, tried to save them and they betrayed him. this starts with lu.ke and jocel.yn, goes to the former circle members who left him, turned on him (i.e. the lightwo.ods) and finally, jac.e’s name is added to the list at the very final moment. when valentin.e begs jac.e not to “make him kill him” because that is how he feels. he is doing the right thing, and jac.e leaves him no OPTION other than to add him to the list of traitors and end his life, when val.entine had hoped jac.e would SURVIVE this and join him finally in the new world. he doesn’t care that much that jonatha.n is dead, but he BEGS jac.e not to turn against him and then holds jac.e through it, and importantly, apologizes for what he had to do. so again, jac.e is his one TRUE regret. does he regret what he did to jon? sure, but because it came out WRONG, because val.entine’s experiment failed, NOT because he feels guilty. he regrets jac.e because he loves him. and that is a key difference. at the end, the one thing val.entine genuinely loved is the one thing he has to truly sacrifice to get his ritual going.

“and i look back and regret how i ignored when they said run as fast as you can.”

jac.e dies in valentin.e’s arms, and knows once and for all that val.entine’s love for him could never be bigger than his plans, than his pride, than his complex of savior. this is the moment jac.e sees val.entine for what he is, a deranged man that truly believed his delusions that much, he sees him clearly, right before he dies, and it changes him. that is the moment where it changes from “i am my father, i am just like him” to “i don’t WANT to be like him, i don’t WANT to be val.entine and i will FIGHT to not end like he did.”

“dear john, i see it all now that you’re gone. don’t you think i was too young to be messed with? the girl in the dress cried the whole way home.”

“dear john, i see it all now that it was wrong.”

again, realizing for the first time, TRULY realizing that what valentine did to him and to everyone wasn’t for the best, wasn’t because he loved him, wasn’t to benefit anyone but valentine himself and it was, in fact, as he struggled 16 years to believe, WRONG, very wrong. not what a true parent should do. ever.

“don’t you think nineteen’s too young to be played by your dark twisted games, when i loved you so?

despite everything, despite finally realizing what was done to him was WRONG, jac.e never stopped loving him. jac.e loved him through every bad thing val.entine ever did to him and he finally recognizes that, and it hurts, and it makes him wonder if he’s a bad person for doing so, if he’s betraying his real father - stephen - if it makes him weak, but he can’t ever deny it, he loves val.entine even after his death even after his own death, he loves him, and though he can change everything else, and his perspective, he can’t change this.

as for val.entine’s games this doesn’t even need to be explained. val.entine did all sorts of games with jac.e’s mind all in favor of retaining control over him. 1. lied about his identity. 2. made him believe he was dead, and made him watch such murder, then blame his own REAL self for it. 3. made sure jac.e would find him to avenge his father and always come back to him at the end. 4. when he realize jac.e was finally moving on from his teachings, with cl.ary’s help, he taints that relationship and again isolates jac.e from everyone like he did when he was a kid, and lie to him making him believe he as his biological son all along and cl.ary his sister. 5. taunts jac.e with the possibility of joining him because they will always be both cursed and the same, as evidenced by jac.e loving his sister. 6. shows him the end of the world, swallowed by demons and tells him if he’s GOOD, if he joins him, he and his family will be saved, when he knew all along that his wish to the angel would effectively kill every runed shadowhu.nter aside from himself and the children. 7. when jac.e doesn’t join him, he tells him he has demon blood and even if he can help loving cl.ary he will never be saved, and his family will never be SAFE with him, because he will never be anything more than vale.ntine’s experiment. 8. even at the very end, he tell jac.e they can still rule the new world together even though he knows jac.e is runed enough that the wish will drive him mad too. even though the alternative is him sacrificing clar.y instead, though he never tells jac.e that.

also as a cameo, in the show, if we follow book canon which i do, clar.y being 18, makes ja.ce 19, so he was 19 when val.entine took him to the ship and spent the entire time playing dark twisted games with him, where he beat him unconscious and back to consciousness then freed him only to have him kill a fake val.entine to try to escape, then trap him and beat him again, only to treat him like a loving father later and cooking him dinner before beating him once more. so there you go. dark twisted games at 19.

“i should’ve known.”

“and you are an expert at sorry, and making lines blurry.”

do i even need to explain this? valent.ine was so GOOD at this, he made jac.e still think he did what he did out of love even when he was sixteen and learned val.entine had done nothing but lie to him his entire life. even at the end, where jac.e held a blade to his throat it hurt him to do it even if he was finally sure of it. val.entine is the master at blurring lines and brainwashing, which he did to jac.e masterfully so. and why jac.e is so important for having been able to escape it.

“never impressed by me acing your tests.”

in the same breath val.entine would call ja.ce his biggest achievement and call him weak. at the end jac.e realizes val.entine never truly believed jac.e could win over jona.than because he never believed jac.e could be strong enough. that is the moment he knows val.entine thought he was weak for once and for all, and then it doesn’t MATTER because JA.CE KNOWS NOW HE IS STRONG and that is a MAJOR IMPORTANT POINT in his life. standing up to valentine and saying: you were wrong about me, you never thought i could do this but i did, i am not weak, i am strong, and i am here to take your life.” let’s pretend this wasn’t screwed up. because this is a major important moment for jac.e and abused children all around. standing up to your abuser. the moment when val.entine’s approval NO LONGER MATTERS. this is, i cannot stress enough how IMPORTANT AND MAJOR THIS IS. he no longer needed, craved, or was interested in valentin.e’s approval, he no longer believed val.entine was the measure of him, he no longer gave val.entine power over his life, decisions and self value. he no longer needed val.entine to tell him he was strong. he decided he was stronger than val.entine thought and he proved it to him, this is so fucking. fucking. important. so. fucking. important. never forget this. jac.e fucking herondal.e died standing up to his abuser and deciding his abuser was no longer the measure, master, or owner of him, and he could decide the kind of man he would be ON HIS FUCKING OWN THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

“all those girls that you’ve run dry with tired lifeless eyes cause you burned them out.”

countless examples of this. val.entine made an “impression” in every life he touched. no one was left the same. joc.elyn felt broken as a mother. lu.ke felt so worthless he never confessed his love because val.entine convinced him he was nothing more than a monster and not good enough. mar.yse doubted herself so much she closed herself off from jac.e’s love for a while because she thought she was only being deceived by val.entine through him again. etc etc etc etc. val.entine screwed up every person that ever loved him, and seeing that is when jac.e starts to see his reach and reflections of what he did to him, himself, on others. recognizing that is majorly important. with the most important example being jon.athan which as explained above is a grand shifting point for jac.e.

“but i took your matches before fire could catch me, so don’t look now. i’m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town.”

AGAIN. as said above, jac.e DIED STANDING UP TO VAL.ENTINE. he recognized: I LOVE YOU BUT I NO LONGER BELONG TO YOU. I LOVE YOU AND YOU LOVE ME BUT YOU ARE NOT THE MEASURE OF ME. I LOVE YOU AND YOU LOVE ME BUT YOU DO NOT GET TO DECIDED WHAT KIND OF PERSON I AM AND WHAT I DO. YOU NO LONGER HAVE AGENCY OVER MY LIFE. YOU ARE NO LONGER THE OWNER OF ME. I AM THE OWNER OF ME AND I CHOOSE MY FAMILY, I CHOOSE CL.ARY, I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE IN GOOD, AND BELIEVE THE WORLD CAN BE SAVED WITHOUT SLAUGHTER, I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE PEOPLE CAN CHANGE, AND I CHOOSE TO STAND UP TO YOU AND SAVE THOSE WHO TRULY CARE ABOUT ME, NOT LOVE ME JUST BECAUSE I LOVED THEM, BUT LOVE ME BECAUSE OF WHO I AM, AND YOU NO LONGER GET TO DECIDE OR TELL ME WHO THAT IS. YOU HAVE PLANNED THIS AND TRICKED PEOPLE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE BUT I AM STRONGER THAN YOU EVER THOUGH I COULD BE AND I AM THE ONE THAT IS GONNA END YOUR PLANS HERE AND NOW.

“dear john, i see it all now that you’re gone. don’t you think i was too young to be messed with? the girl in the dress cried the whole way home.”

“i see it all now that you’re gone: don’t you think i was too young to be messed with? the girl in the dress wrote you a song.”

“YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN.”

how fucking fantastic, bombastic, AMAZING is this??? it goes from i should have known better, i should had stopped you. to YOU should had known. YOU SHOULD HAD KNOWN BETTER THAN TO BREAK ME AND ALL OF THESE PEOPLE. you should had KNOWN WHAT YOU DID WAS WRONG. YOU SHOULD HAD KNOWN YOU WERE WRONG. WRONG ABOUT ME. WRONG ABOUT THEM. WRONG ABOUT YOUR DAUGHTER. AND THAT IS YOUR DOWNFALL. YOU SHOULD HAD KNOWN BETTER THAN TO BELIEVE ALL YOUR DERANGED THOUGHTS. YOU SHOULD HAD KNOWN BETTER THAN TO TRY AND BREAK ME BECAUSE NOW I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU. I AM GOING TO END THIS. and at the end he did, because his love, his bravery, his courage, his standing up to val.entine was what gave cl.ary the ultimate STRENGTH to do what she did, to do what she did FOR JAC.E (and she SAYS that, that jac.e would have wanted her to FIGHT) and follow his example, and BELIEVE IN HERSELF like he believed in HER AND IN HIMSELF now and end it. and they did.

#tmi spoilers_#𝕤𝕖𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕙 ↬ b talks #headcanon tag #canon for headcanon tag #𝕚𝕤𝕞𝕤 ↬ better in black than the widows of our enemies (jace herondale)#𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ↬ long were the nights when my days once revolved around you (valentine morgenstern)

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