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honeyhenry · 3 years

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Sweet as Pie

With some much needed time off, and excitement crisp in the air, you had flown over to Jersey with your husband Henry for Christmas to stay with his family, and they had been delighted to have you both back on his homeland. You settled in to Henry’s old room, unpacking all of the gifts you had brought for his family. You knew his nieces and nephews were going to love you even more when they saw what would be lying for them under the grand Christmas tree in the living room. Secretly, you were their favourite - not that they’d ever tell their poor Uncle Henry.

The large home is tidy, but scattered with family members in every room, all feeling at home in the place where Henry and his brothers grew up. You’d been able to catch up with the relatives you didn’t often see, and promise to spend some quality time together over the holidays.

It was so sweet to watch all the children’s faces light up on Christmas morning. You were glad that you and Henry could be spared an extra few moments in bed, being the only childless couple in the house. Yet moments later, Kal had leapt onto the bed - much to Henry’s annoyance; “down Kal, careful now” - as soon as he had heard the pattering of his small friends’ feet out in the hallways. And what Kal wanted, you usually gave him.

Which is why, at 6.45am, Kal dragged you and in turn, dragged Henry down to the living room where the rest of the family sat, with the kids lit up like the Christmas tree that their plethora of presents laid under, grinning to their bleary eyed parents who’d barely had a wink of sleep on the cold winter morning.

“You’d think after 6 years it gets easier” you’d heard someone murmur, and so you’d decided to put the kettle on for those poor souls. Luckily for you, 45 minutes later, you’re able to snuggle back into bed with Henry, warming your feet on his legs to annoy him. You kiss the offended pout right off his face, before feeling his beefy arms wrap around your waist. It’s the last thing you had recalled, as you dozed off in his arms only seconds later, feeling his fingertips rub against your hip softly.

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The kitchen was bustling with about 10 bodies all completing their various tasks; cooking, washing, baking, roasting, timing and tasting. Well, you had kicked your husband out of the kitchen for sneaking a taste of your dessert before it was ready, chastising him out of the door.

“You can either help properly or go and play with your siblings” you had bargained while he’d grinned, leaning against the doorframe. He raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down like you were a pastry he was keen to ravish himself; “But who is going to compliment the chef?”

With that, you’d folded your arms across your chest, blushing at his words. The cheek of that man was not lost on you, and it still got you every single time.

And you loved him for it.

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The meal was a total success. A wonderful soup starter, followed by a small appetiser, and then the most magnificent turkey. Feeding over 20 people - now probably closer to 30 if you were to include the children who were growing up so quickly in front of your eyes - had proven to be difficult, but it was a challenge the family had clearly tackled before.

You had been so excited to prepare the desserts, and present your dish. However, halfway through the day, somewhere between the main course, watching your nephews with their new toys, and the dessert course of the delicious homemade Christmas feast, you’d fallen asleep on the sofa completely tuckered out. Your legs rested on Henry’s lap as he’d covered you with a hand-knitted blanket that he’d once slept with as a boy. Henry’s mother speaks up, careful not to wake you. She has a gleam in her eye, not that you or even Henry notice, too wrapped up in your own cozy sleepy bubble together by the fire.

“Dessert can wait” his mother says to the gaggle of children and adults swarming the living room, “go out and get some fresh air.”

She turns to the children, specifically. “Do not disturb your Aunt, okay?”

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Your cheeks are warm as the fire heats the living room, and after a particularly competitive game of rugby with his brothers, nieces, and nephews, Henry quietly checks on you. He had left the room earlier when you had shifted your legs slightly, taking the opportunity to get some fresh air himself. It had indeed been a long day. His brothers had questioned your tiredness briefly, making sure you were well. With the knowledge that you were simply sleepy, they had begun to joke that you obviously just couldn’t keep up with the rest of the Cavills - despite having married into the family for 2 years and been around for the holidays for 4. Henry had promised them that you were fine - that you still weren’t used to the long trip back to the island for the holidays.

Not exactly a fib, he’d thought.

Kal was laid beside you, loyal as ever, watching out for anyone who may disturb your rest, sending a rumbling growl towards anyone who approached. Except Henry.

While checking on you now to make sure you were still comfortable and resting well, he smiled, taking a picture of you wrapped up cosily by the fire, at peace in his childhood home, completely at rest and ease with him and his closest relatives. Petting Kal softly, he thanks him for looking after his mama so well.

“So?”

His mother, he hears. She’s alone for once as there was no one rushing to check for updates on food, no enquiries about the house, or any funny stories woven into a ten minute tale from her grandchildren. She’s alone, with her hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised.

Henry stands up straight. There’s nothing that can wipe the tremendously cheesy grin off of his face. He can’t even speak. Even after dessert had finished, you were the one who would be doing all the talking, the telling, the explaining.

“Mum-”

“Henry. She’s not ill. and i know you’re sensible enough to not be up the whole night with your wife...at least under my roof. So…?”

He looks over at your peaceful form, and then scratches his neck, blushing at being caught out, but also ecstatic that he can finally say something about it.

“She’s eleven weeks. We’re expecting a baby next summer”

With that, his mother almost leaps with joy over to her son, who she hugs closely despite the obvious height barrier.

“Oh i knew it, I knew it! I’m so happy for you Henry, for you both. I thought, ‘She normally loves that bread for starter’, hm? Oh my boy! A father!”

With her proclamation, Henry finds that he has tears in his eyes as he holds his Mother close, finally glad that it’s not just a little secret between the two of you - well, the two of you and Kal, who had already been a stellar protector and big brother.

“We had planned to tell everyone after dessert…we’ve known for nearly 2 months and it’s been killing me that I couldn’t say. We’ve had to be so careful-“

“Henry?” he hears your quiet voice from across the room, as Kal’s collar jingles. He turns to see you sitting up from your nap with Kal booping his nose at your stomach. You’re scratching at his head, thanking him for being such a wonderful boy, while looking up at the two Cavills.

It takes less than a second for you to realise what is happening in front of you. Your jaw drops and louder than your previous call, you exclaim, “Henry you told her?”

“She worked it out! Practically forced it out of me.” he grins, holding his hands up as his Mother pretends to smack his arm.

You stand, watching not to step on Kal or any stray Legos that your nephews have left strewn across the floor, and walk over to hug her. She’s been so caring and kind since you’ve joined the family all those years ago, and you know that she will be an incredible Grandma to your little one.

Breaking apart from the hug, you find Henry pulling you to him carefully, letting you melt into his side. Kissing your forehead he asks, for your ears only, “Good sleep? No pains? Sickness?” He has a small crease of worry between his brows and you always do your best to soften that small tense area with regular updates and sweet kisses.

“Yeah i’m okay honey” you reassure him, patting your stomach, “this ones growing up a storm in there”.

And they really are. Henry’s mother cannot believe she’s seeing it, and mostly can’t believe she missed it. You’re already showing, but a large loose sweater -probably one of Henry’s old ones that has since become yours - over your dress, has hidden a sizeable roundness to your stomach that you were excited to finally show.

“How did I miss this!” Your mother-in-law gasps, causing you to grin, and Henry’s chest to puff with utter pride and excitement.

“I know it’s bordering on having too much to eat, but we’ve been hiding it for a couple weeks now. Doctor thinks that baby’s gonna be big. Just like their daddy.” You explain, giving your stomach another gentle rub, surprised to find Henry’s hand there on it already.

If you’d thought Kal was protective, Henry was another thing altogether.

He’s still grinning as you kiss him, before you pull away to speak more to his mother about all the details, especially when you’ll be coming over to Jersey again. Kai follows you closely, making sure you’re staying safe. He’s known that there’s something up with his mama, there has been for weeks, especially with the way his master looks after you now.

Henry, deciding to be sneaky while the two women in his life are currently distracted chatting, takes another taste of the dessert you made, now set out on the kitchen. The worst part is, he thinks he’s got away with it.

He realises he doesn’t the second you smack his hand from the dessert.

“Strike two Mr Cavill! Step away from the pie.”

“And if I don’t?” he raises an eyebrow, watching your reactions as you hold a butter knife in your hand trying to look at least vaguely threatening - failing miserably. “Maybe i’ll strike out tonight, hm?” he continues with that wonderfully mischievous glint in his eye, taking cautious steps towards you. “You look even sweeter than your pie with this little bump here. Maybe I’ll have a taste later after all.”

Henry’s mother had not been right in her assumptions, for under her roof, you and Henry were not sensible at all.

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euronymous-files · 3 years

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What follows is a summary of the most interesting information (about Euronymous) that Marius Vold gave during an interview with Thomas Eriksen of Mork. The direct quotes are in bold, and the rest is a concise version of what was said. You should definitely check the whole interview here.

note: M is Marius, E is Euronymous, V is Varg and T is Thomas (the interviewer).

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- M worked at Helvete, he made many of the medieval weapons, chain mail and clothing that can be seen in various bands' pictures in the first days of norwegian black metal - fun fact: M got scared the first time he listened to "Deathcrush" - M talked to E a few months before E opened Helvete. E told him about his idea of opening a record store and M liked it. Then one day E called M and told him to come and see the shop. When M got there he was impressed with the atmosphere but he also remembers there was almost nothing on the shelves. "They painted the whole thing black, he and Metalion, I think". - E was importing records for the store but there weren't many of them... but people came to the store and donated some of their records; everyone was contributing in some way, as a community. Some would also give them other stuff like candles, curtains, or a telephone. - "It was all black. When you came in from outside into the store you couldn't see anything. You had to stop and just wait for the eyes to focus. And the most funny thing was right inside the door there was a step up and EVERYONE tripped! [laughter] We were just sitting there in the dark and waiting for someone to come in and trip. Really fall on the floor and then point and laugh [more laughter]." - So at the beginning they got free records from their supporters, plus E through his contacts abroad managed to import some more records, and by selling them they started to make some capital, but they never actually got any money out of it because all the income was barely enough to pay the monthly rent which was around 6000 kroner. - apart from records (especially demo tapes), they would also sell the weapons that Marius and Sverd (Steinar Johnsen) made. - They would get lots of customers but "E had this idea that you shouldn't make too much money, you shouldn't be greedy, so when he sold an album for like 120kroner he's like maybe 20 kroner for him, so you can't run a record shop." So if he bought an album for 100 he would resell it for 120, but those 20 went all into the rent. "So he wasn't greedy, then?", asks T. "Absolutely not!" replies M. - The staff at Helvete was: E, M, Occultus, Thrasher, a girl named Tove and another young boy who didn't want to go to school anymore and wanted to work in Helvete, so his teacher came down to the shop one day to check the place and asked E if the kid could work there and E was like "sure". - E lived in the back room. "It was no way to live. Mattress on the floor, with all the books [...] then he found kind of a secret room in the ceiling [...] 1.20m high, so he put his bed in there, but it was so difficult to get up and down. [There was no ladder] He had to climb on the shelves and pull himself up there. I think he was glad when he finally got another place to stay when he closed the shop." - "E was a guy with a lot of ideas". "In a positive way?" asks T. "Both ways", replies M. [laughter] "He had all these thoughts about the music [...] what it should mean and the feeling around it, and it was very important for him that most people didn't like it. They shouldn't like it. Less people the better." "It's a funny way to look at things when you're trying to run a business", says T. "Yeah, but he was really not TRYING to run a business.", answers M. [more laughter] He was rather interested in enjoying the sense of community and being around like-minded people, and with time more and more people gathered around the shop, and with them came also "the wrong people". - The satanic part was just image, there was nothing "ritualistic" going on. "It was to scare the guys in the street". "The closest satanic thing was maybe lighting the candles, having a photoshoot in the basement, corpse paint, walking around in capes and stuff, but you didn't talk in old latin and write big pentagrams or anything, you know? No killing sheep...". - M never liked Burzum’s music at all - T says he knows E's girlfriend. M asks "which one?" and T replies "The last one". Then T says "I remember the first time I met her - I'm not going to use any names - but the first time I met her we were in the same room and I was talking about music, as we do, and I happened to say that I like Burzum, as a reference, and she kind of had it with me... We're friends now, there's no problem, but I understand that you guys were so close to it..." - the first time M saw V it was in Helvete. E called M and said "I have a strange guy in the store, he's been here for the whole day... just been there, you know... and he's talking about fantasy and LOTR...". E wasn't into that but knew that M was so E asked M if he wanted to come down to the store to talk to this weird guy. After talking for a night, M says about V: "He rubbed me the wrong way, he wanted everything more extreme. He was talking about 'it would be really cool to make a live with just black metal people'...ok, what's that about?... 'Just hunting each other in the forest with real swords and real knives'... ok, ok, you know I don't want my arm cut off... so I took a step back, let him just talk." - the moment V entered the picture and he became friends with E, M says was the point where everything turned to the worse. - the Black Circle - as it was indeed called at the time, according to M - was just around 10 people. They were in because of the way they looked at things, how they fitted into this cult-like vision. The members were E, M, V, Snorre, Faust, Fenriz, Ted, Occultus and Hellhammer (but he was in and out). Some people asked to get in but that's not how it worked, you needed to be considered worthy. It was essentially like a gang of friends, they would hang out in the basement and have parties, listening to metal and stuff... - Helvete closed in march '93 both because of the amount of attention from the media and because of the rent being too high. E also had some pressure from his family. He was living in the store in terrible conditions, he wanted out, so his parents basically told him that if he closed the shop, they were going to help him get a place to stay. So he accepted, deciding to concentrate more on the label. - there wasn't really any written contract between E and V, it was more a verbal deal. In the beginning V said he could pay for the whole thing, that he wanted his album to come out on DSP because he wanted to use the DSP name to get more attention. M never heard V being unhappy with the economical part and he doesn't know where the hostility came from. M doesn't remember E ever telling him why things got wrong with V. He says "V often lied about things. For me he lied a lot." - After Helvete closed, M remained in contact with both E and V but he never liked V so it was only V who called him and M just listened to V talking and then replied in a disinterested way. M recalls V telling him "If you come to Bergen and if you support me and not that fucking guy in Oslo, then I will buy more clothes from you and the chain mail and stuff". M says "I could see through that, it was just bullshit, he was saying that to butter me up". - M was informed of E's death by Hellhammer. M was shocked and kept thinking who could have done this; he couldn't figure it out but he went to the police because he had to tell them that in his opinion E must have known his murderer, since the only way to get into the apartment complex was to ring the intercom and announce yourself. Also, there was no name on E's button, so the killer must have known which one to push and E must have recognized the person, and let him in, in the middle of the night. M also says that E was very careful about that, he never let in anybody he didn't know, not even someone who claimed to be the mailman. - After E's death, M didn't have any more inspiration and didn't want to stay in the community. "I had kind of a reaction to metal after the death of E. I couldn't listen to metal for several years."

----------------------------------- The Thomas Eriksen Podcast #10 - Marius Vold

#euronymous #oystein aarseth #mayhem #black metal #archive #interview #podcast #mork #mortem #arcturus #marius vold #so we have proof that Oystein had a girlfriend #and proof that Varg is a psycho... not that we actually needed more proof of that #also the BS about Oystein being greedy spread by varg and snorre and necrobitch can go back to the dumpster with them #also another testimony that confirms Varg being a pathological liar and manipulator #it took me three days to finish this post but damn it feels good

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anntoldst0ries · 3 years

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Alan x Naveen's friendship - headcanon

I absolutely adore both Alan & Naveen. Since they are two men closest to Dr Ramsey's stubborn heart, I always imagined them being quite close friends. And this is a story of how (in my head) it all happened!

Once upon a time, in a typical American household in Providence, RI, lived a young boy who decided to embark on his own path and carve a future for himself, far from what others would expect from him.

Hesitating between a career as a detective and a doctor, he decided to go for the latter, because he saw himself doing more good as a physician.

During his time in JH School of Medicine, he came across some volumes published by none other than Dr Naveen Banerji.

He read them all and was hooked.

Dr Banerji’s research inspired young Ethan to pursue diagnostics as his specialization; he also saw himself joining Dr Banerji’s world famous Diagnostics Team.

In his residency application, Dr Ethan Ramsey ranked Edenbrook Hospital in Boston first on the list.

Naveen personally chose him for the residency, but Ethan only found out after joining the DT as a permanent member.

One of the things Ethan has always admired about Naveen most was how he balanced kindness and compassion with being a very demanding teacher; it was something he struggled to find in himself.

Naveen encouraged Ethan to find his own style as a doctor, which he eventually did.

The interns & co-workers called his style ‘Nightmare from Blossom Street’ * - some people dreamed about Dr Terminator and were terrified Ethan would literally find them in their sleep.

Ethan & Naveen bonded over their exceptional standards of patient care, Ethan also found a father figure in Naveen, who pushed him beyond his limits.

Alan & Naveen ‘officially’ met after Ethan’s passed board exam celebrations.

After 10 minutes spent together, they were acting like besties who have known each other for ages.

Despite coming from two different worlds and having vastly distinct life experiences, the two clicked really fast.

Both men share a number of interests: card games, books, bowling… but their favourite one is constantly teasing Ethan.

When they joined forces against him, Ethan knew he made a mistake introducing them and worse, he knew there is nothing he can do to reverse it.

Whenever Alan, Naveen and “their boy” are in the same room, Ethan’s nose is always very sore for he pinches it every other minute in frustration.

Before he met Naveen, Alan used to be a little jealous of the way Ethan always spoke of his mentor.

After learning Naveen never wed and had no children of his own, Alan was actually very proud of his son for becoming ‘the closest thing to family he’s ever had’, as said by Dr Banerji.

Alan could sleep more peacefully knowing Naveen has an eye on Ethan.

He also knew Naveen can talk some sense into Ethan whenever necessary and out of respect for his mentor, Ethan will lower his head, mutter something under his nose but in the end he will listen.

Sometimes, when he looked at the two, Ethan couldn’t shake the feeling that although his mother left him, fate gave him another father instead. But he’d never say it out loud.

Unbeknownst to Ethan, Alan & Naveen have been fervently discussing the appearance of go-getting Dr Valentine in his life.

When Naveen fell sick, Alan was one of the first people who found out and it hit him really hard, but he supported him as best as he could.

One day, after Ethan and Noelle left his secret patient room, Naveen texted Alan: “I have to get better so I can dance at our boy’s wedding. I need a bit more time to confirm, but I think he’s found his future wife.”

At first, Alan thought his poor friend is suffering from fever or that his condition suddenly worsened; but Naveen assured him he’s not felt better in weeks. The sudden prospect of starting the hottest hospital rumour mill in a decade reinvigorated him.

When it was her who found the cure, they both considered it a sign.

It wasn’t 5 minutes after Alan met Noelle that he texted Naveen: “She’s a keeper. We better visit the tailor to have our tuxedos made on time.”

During Elle’s time in the contaminated room, Alan and Naveen were heartbroken for Ethan & Noelle. They promised each other that if she survives this, they will lock them both in a room (without any toxic substances) and hold them captive until they both confess their feelings.

Fortunately, there was no need as the life or death experience shook Ethan to his core.

Ever since, they’ve started noticing changes in him; Ethan was becoming softer, got frustrated a lot less than before and even smiled from time to time.

After Noelle passed her board exams, she invited Alan and Naveen for a celebration dinner, which obviously opened a floodgate of memories.

Both quite tipsy, Alan and Naveen started reminiscing about Ethan’s obsession with Naveen years ago.

Ethan didn’t even have to look at Elle; he knew exactly what she was going to say before she even opened her mouth. Safe to say, he wasn’t very happy about this.

“That’s interesting” - she said charmingly - “I was under the impression you find the idolatry among physicians absurd, Ethan.”

Alan, Naveen and Elle looked at each other before bursting out in laughter. Ethan ended this evening with a sore nose, again.

When Ethan asked for their help with choosing an engagement ring some time later, he found it weird that both took the information very calmly.

Little did he know that after he told Naveen and left his office, his mentor called Alan and they had their fair share of screams and victory dances then.

During Ethan & Noelle’s wedding (half of which they spent crying, the other half - drinking quite a lot) Alan and Naveen came clean about everything.

To their surprise, Ethan wrapped them in a tight hug and said "Thank you."

Their fledgling daughter-in-law winked and mouthed "I knew it."

On the day their first granddaughter was born, Alan and Naveen were in the hospital, awaiting the happy news in anticipation.

Instead of sitting on uncomfortable hospital chairs, they spent this time in the comfort of Naveen’s office.

By the time Ethan popped by to announce the birth of his daughter and invite them to meet the little girl, the two grandfathers have had her whole life planned, down to the minute.

Through trial and error, Alan and Naveen taught themselves how to use Pictagram so they could stalk Ethan and later to also post gazillion pictures of their grandchildren; they are now more proficient in using it than Dr Ramsey, which is the only reason why Ethan hasn’t blocked them yet

* reference to “Nightmare from Elm Street” movie series + Blossom Street is an actual street in Boston (where Massachusetts General Hospital is located)

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Hope you enjoyed & as always thank you for your support! xx

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froax · 2 years

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I never post on here and wanted to give it a try! this is going to be such a long intro. please bear with me! it’s very nice to meet you, whether you’re a content creator like me or just someone who plays video games for fun. I’m froax, an american based content creator in my 20s. it’s froax, not frogs, I pronounce it like fr-oh-cks I’m originally from a small town in new hampshire but made a bold move and rebuilt my life by moving to long island. I don’t have biology family members out here, and shortly after I moved here, covid had started so I never had the chance to go out and explore my area. I turned to streaming as my way of staying social. I started out on a platform called twitch, but switched to a platform called trovo in hopes of promoting equal and fair opportunities amongst all content creators. when I say equal and fair opportunities, I mean unlike twitch, you can boost the streamer to the front page on trovo for free! you can give elixir and mana spells. think of elixir as bits and mana as channel points, only mana is free but when given to the streamer, it gets turned into gems, too! the streamer makes money off of your free support. this allows creators to make more money, receive higher discoverability, and allows underprivileged viewers to support the streamer too! but let’s steer away from money because that should never be anyone’s main focus when it comes to content creation. I love playing horror, open world survival, RPG’s, sandbox based, and occasional fps based games every monday, wednesday, and friday. last august I got my very first gaming pc. two years ago, I got a laptop for the first time, and before that, I was playing single player based video games on consoles without any wifi. (I totally live under a rock!) I prefer playing pc games, but I also have an xbox one, PS4, and nintendo switch. it’s a new year, so I’m trying out tons of new things! I love hosting virtual giveaways, occasional raffles, and will be going back to hosting charity streams again! I’m super nerdy, and love collecting crystals, minerals, gaming guidebooks, which are totally obsolete since the internet is a thing. I very rarely eat during live broadcasts but when I do, it’d most likely be some type of pizza. if I’m not eating, my puppy usually accompanies me on stream. she looks like a real life teddy bear! I provide english content, but I’m german, french, dutch, spanish, and italian. if you’d like to give my channel a follow, I’m froax on trovo but you can find all of my social links on my website. following, interacting by chatting or lurking is FREE and supports the creator tremendously! I have some real life friends in here, and when I was actively on twitch, some of you have donated, subscribed, and purchased some merchandise, so my sincerest thank you!! 10% of everything I make from content creation goes towards buying animal food for my local monthly animal based food drive that gets sent to my closest local shelter here in long island. so thank you for allowing me the opportunity to give back! I hope you have a goose day!! https://www.froax.com

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likeawildthing · 3 years

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Not to be morbid on main, but everyone dies and people are rarely prepared for it. It’s so much easier when you know your loved one’s wishes. So even if you’re a teenager or twenty-three and healthy, I hope this helps you start thinking about end-of-life wishes, because it can happen to us all (both the dying and, rudely, being died upon).

Cremations are an affordable way to subvert the funeral industry, but going this route puts the burden of “the little things” on the family. I’ve learned a lot in the last 36 hours and wanted to pass those things that weren’t on any checklists, because the burden is on you to navigate the process.

Putting this under a cut because it’s so long (although not comprehensive). Obviously some of this is altered because COVID and some is meant to be applicable in some distant, theoretical future when we can go out to lunch again.

Before you die

Think about it, talk about it, write it down

Think about what kind of rememberance you want, if any. If it doesn’t matter, tell people that so they don’t fret about it and grieve in whatever way works best for them.

Communicate now to save your family and friends angst later.

Build an “in case of death” binder, zip drive, google doc with links, etc. Make sure your passwords are up to date so that’s not an administrative nightmare for your loved ones.

Advanced directives. Here’s a great article explaining the types of medical advanced directives and decisions to make before an accident or illness happens, including whether you want to donate your organs.

We lost grandma for about twenty minutes yesteday because we couldn’t find the paperwork and grandpa couldn’t remember where they signed up for services. Death. Binder. Have a death binder/folder/zip drive so no one loses grandma.

Insurance.

You likely have insurance through work, so consider that. It will also expire if you leave your job.

You can usually get, with minimal fuss, a 10- or 20-year term policy with enough to cover your arrangements and debts for less than $20 a month. Death expenses are anywhere from $5-$20k, conservatively.

Talk to your auto insurance agent and score a multi-line discount.

Body snatchers.

If you want to be cremated, talk to a local crematory beforehand and give them your basic information. It can be paid out of your estate (i.e. by your family or a life insurance policy) when it happens.

Most funeral homes (I believe) require pre-payment. It’s super morbid but there are TONS of heavily discounted grave sites for sale on Craigslist if that’s the route you want to go.

Here’s a list of certified green burial sites in the US.

Donating your body to science 101.

Memorial service.

The idea of a “proper” funeral is more or less out the window, especially in the time of COVID. Celebration of life? Religious ceremony (or not)? A picnic at your favorite park? Anything goes, so figure it out now.

When my sister-in-law died, we had a celebration of life at a non-profit who donated the space and had a poker tournament with her ash tin (she lost).

Whether you have strong or no preferences, write that down to guide decision-making.

Memorials.

Traditionally people would donate money in the event of a death to a charity, foundation, or family account, or flowers to a funeral home or church.

Family accounts (like for children) are traditionally done in care of the deceased’s bank but online fundraisers are a thing.

If you have a particular charity you love, add this to your list of wishes.

Food.

Before COVID it was pretty typical for there to be some kind of meal after a funeral. Will this be a restaurant?

This is ultimately up to the family but if you have strong preferences (i.e. no church or Italian food), tell people now.

Obituary.

Writing down the basic facts of your life, hobbies, and accomplishments you want included in your obituary means your family doesn’t have to do a guessing game.

Plants, animals, stuff, etc.

Do you want your clothes to go to a specific charity?

Do you NOT want your stuff to go to a specific charity? (Goodwill is terrible!)

Who will get your car (person, donate, sell)? Want to have your record collection to go one sister? Obviously family will divvy up stuff how they like, but write down any special considerations.

Have a plan for your pets (insurance, vet info, guardianship).

Please organize and digitize your photos if they aren’t already.

If you lose someone close:

Identify the primary griever

Support that person/those people by providing feedback when solicited, running errands as needed, and running interference so they aren’t inundated with all the little things.

Notifying people

Use the phone tree method. Great Aunt M will be happy to help by calling your cousins. Your boss, coworkers and HR. Your mom’s best friend/your adoptive aunt, your mom’s bunco group.

Ask that family not put anything on social media until the principal people are informed. I found out my grandpa died on facebook!

Esp these days, set boundaries for visits (who, where, and in what capacity).

Designate one person to be the primary contact for extended family to keep the burden off the primary griever(s).

Give this persons’ information when the first phone calls are made. It also makes sense for this person to be the travel coordinator.

This person should have a good handle on family dynamics (i.e. my aunt is flying in and would drive my grandma nuts so she’s staying with Mom).

This should be their only task because it’s time consuming.

Food

When people die, people gather, even in the time of COVID. Be responsible but expect a ton of drop by food. Clean out the primary griever’s fridge in anticipaton.

Organization

Start a shared family Google doc or sheet. Consolidate to do lists, anecdotes, important contact information, questions and inquiries, etc.

Pay to have the houses of anyone hosting (gatherings, people coming in from out of town, etc.) cleaned. Or, delegate. This can be an act of service for someone who wants to help and doesn’t mind doing the work.

Find the death binder (hopefully), legal documentation, etc. Get a folder or binder for papers if one doesn’t exist. And start a shared google doc for loved ones to track everything.

Delegate

I know I have said this three times, but it’s important. If you’re a primary decision maker do not be the primary do-er. My mom is the primary decision maker so my sisters and I are doing literally everything else.

Say YES when people ask if they can help you. Look at your running list of to-dos and say yes.

Pay to have the houses of people who are hosting cleaned. It will seriously be such a life saver, or this can be an act of service for someone who wants to help.

Social media

You will need to decide what to do with a person’s social media. Do you start a tribute page? Turn their facebook (if they’re old) into a tribute page for a time? Indefinitely? Things to think about.

Thank yous

Keep a running list of people to thank after via hand-written thank you notes. The link includes guidelines on

who should receive a thank you note (gave flowers, brought food, made donations, helped with arrangements or the service(s), did readings, or went well out of their way to warm your heart or show up)

when to send them (ideally 2-3 weeks after the funeral)

here’s how to write them (it doesn’t matter if you buy fancy, ones or dollar store ones, make sure they’re hand written).

Receipts.

Don’t be the petty biatch your cousins hate, but do save significant receipts to be reimbursed by the estate. (I.e. catering hundreds of dollars of food, paying $250 for programs and thank-you cards like I just did, etc.)

Service.

You will have a million decisions to make including

what kind of service to hold, if any

where to hold it

costs

hymns, readings, and anecdotes to share

who will be pall bearers, readers, vocalists, and give eulogies

Crematories handle cremation only, not the service details.

you will need photo boards (Hobby Lobby has nice black foamcore ones) or a powerpoint (and a way to display it depending on the venue)

a guest or memorial book

a card basket,

memorial cards, possibly programs, and thank you cards

Officiants, musicians, religious institutions, etc. all need to be paid (and tipped) for their time.

If we ever wrangle this pandemic, donating funeral flowers to a nursing homes is a fantastic way to brighten residents’ days.

Obituary.

Obituaries are expected, but traditionally costly ($200-$800). As part of the publishing fee, most newspapers keep the obituary on legacy.com indefinitely.

A funeral home will assist you with this, but the burden will be on you and your loved ones if using other methods.

These take hours to write and many hands does not make light work. Keep it to 2-4 key people. Having the facts laid out will help, and so will looking at other obituaries. I read a great tip which was to write about your loved one in present tense first, then change the tense before submission.

Newspapers will update your spelling and grammar but that’s about it. Cheaper alternatives:

Death notice which gives age, date and location of death, and who is handling funeral arrangements. Our crematory put in the death notice for us because they had her body, but the requirements on this likely vary state-to-state.

Here is a place to put a free online obituary.

Plants, animals, stuff, etc.

Save the plants and pets.

Household misc. are usually not dictated by the will, except in special circumstances or contested items. Closest members will go through possessions first. Voice early if you want something in particular, but understand that you may not get it. That’s ok.

Going through someone’s life is an overwhelming process. You may be repulsed and sad and overwhelmed and amused, all at the same time.

In deciding what to keep, as I’ve now cleared out three houses, I’ve found that quality over quantity is the way to go. The sweet spot? 1-2 sentimental + useful things. My great grandmother’s thimble and juicer? Use them all the time, and I remember her lemonade.

It’s okay to throw away some keepsakes and let things get thrown out or donated, depending on the thing.

Don’t give into guilt if you don’t want the china your Aunt Karen is pressuring you into taking when she doesn’t want it either.

Legal stuff.

If someone dies, there will be all kinds of legal things you will need to do (bank accounts, utilities, debtors, education, etc.), investments or 401k, etc.

This varies too much by state and circumstance to talk about in depth but there are guides to specifically help you.

If someone you love has lost someone they love

Do not give platitudes or ask if they’re ok

Don’t expect a response from someone grieving

Do send a card! It’s so thoughtful. I keep a stack of blank condolence cards and a set of forever stamps in my closet. It doesn’t have to be a $20 card to be special.

Don’t judge someone by how they grieve

Offer specific, actionable help if you’re close enough to give it

I am going to come over and clean at 10, leave the house unlocked

I’m at the store and am going to buy cheap vodka unless you tell me what kind of wine you want

oops I got you an uber eats gift card in your gmail sorry/not sorry

Buy thank you cards with stamps as a condolence gift, depending on the person and situation

Send a plant instead of a bouquet of flowers

Make a donation in the loved one’s name if you have the funds

If the grieving person is someone super close (best friend, sister, etc.) add the date in your recurring calender so you can check up on them this day next year with a card and/or phone call

#cw death #grief #end-of-life decisions

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theroguequeenaniki · 3 years

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Questions 2009 -> 2021

This is from my Facebook. It popped up on my memories page thing. I originally answered this in 2009 when I was 15, it’s now 2021 & and I am 27, so I’m gonna do it again. Leaving the original answers. Original answers will be italicized. Commentary on the original answers in parentheses & crossed out? Lol. (I’m not gonna tag anyone, but, like, I guess if you want to answer these random questions from Facebook 12 years ago, go ahead lol)

Questions

Can you fill this out without lying? You've been tagged, so now you need to answer all the questions HONESTLY. At the end, choose people to tag. Don't forget to tag me so I can see your answers! To do this, copy this entire message, then go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, delete my answers, and type yours. Easy! Next, tag people that you think may enjoy this (in the right hand corner of the app). Click publish (at the bottom). Have fun! :) 1.What was the last thing you put in your mouth? My cup with my Big Red in it The straw to my Kate Spade tumbler to drink my HEB Cola Lol.

2.Where was your profile picture taken? I got it off the internet. it's a random anime girl. My bedroom. 3.Can you play Guitar Hero? Never played it. Probably wouldn't be good at it. Not to good at video games. But I am good at Mario Cart, both 64 and the Wii. plus I'm good at some Sonic games. Still never played it. Idk if I’m any good at Mario Cart or the Sonic games anymore, I haven’t played either in years lol

4.Name someone who made you laugh today? Doctor Who TikTok. My cats.

5.How late did you stay up last night and why? Umm, probably about 10:00 cause it took me forevor to get into bed. Uh..Past 4am. Lol. B/c my sleep schedule is fucked. I was in bed by 3am though, but I was playing games & watching TikToks on my phone. Lol.

6.If you could move somewhere else, would you? Yes. I'd move to either New York or Sweden. I don’t know. Part of me says yes. But part of me says no..b/c even though Texas has it’s faults (a LOT of them), I cannot imagine living anywhere else long-term..

7. Ever been kissed under fireworks? HAHA. Yeah right. I've never even been kissed! Still nope. I have been kissed though. He just didn’t kiss me under the fireworks the one NYE we spent together...

8. Which of your friends lives closest to you? Um, I think R, but D might also. D is accross Stasney from me and R is a couple blocks down (I don’t talk to these people much anymore & I’m not going to share their names on Tumblr) Uh. I think Maybe Raven? B/c they’re the only one who lives in the same city still. But, Sarah might technically be closer distance wise? Hold on. Ok, yeah, Sarah’s closer, even though she doesn’t live in this city anymore.

9. Do you believe exes can be friends? It all depends on the situation.(I totally stold M's answer but it's true) (I don’t talk to this person anymore & I’m not gonna share their name on Tumblr) I mean, yeah. Two of my best friends are each others exes and they’re still friends. I haven’t stayed friend with my ex, but, uh, he ghosted me so? Lol.

10. How do you feel about Dr. Pepper? I love it. I still love it. Lol.

11. When was the last time you cried really hard? I can't remember. I don't think it was that long ago, I had a light cry on Saturday, but I don't remember the last time I cried really hard. When we got back from our trip in July. Had a full on breakdown that night. Overheated all weekend. Overwhelmed. Anxiety. It was not a very good vacation..I cry a lot though.

12. Who took your profile picture? I got it off of google. I did.

13. Who was the last person you took a picture of? Umm, either myself, or one of my family members. Aside from myself. I think my dad, on his phone, b/c there was a cicada on his shoulder and he wanted to ask the family group chat if he could keep it. Lol. I take a LOT of pictures of cats though. Lol.

14. Was yesterday better than today? Hail yes! To much drama today! And I couldn't avoid it cause I was in the middle of it! (Oof, what drama was 15 yo Linda dealing with that she couldn’t avoid? Lol. I mean, I guess, Sophomore year was a bit full of drama lol) Anyway, I mean, they were pretty much the same. One wasn’t better than the other. One wasn’t worse than the other.

15. Can you live a day without TV? yeah. Now Music there is something I can't live without! Yep, Do it almost everyday. Sentiments about music remain the same. Lol.

16. Are you upset about anything? Yes. I'm annoyed about something and it's making me upset. (I assume this has something to do with the the drama mentioned earlier lol) Always. Anxiety & depression are a bitch. My rooms a mess & I can’t get myself to clean it. My shelves are still a mess.

17. Do you think relationships are ever really worth it? yeah. though i havent really had one yet. I mean, yeah. Even though I haven’t had one last, aside from friendships, but they’re worth it.

18. Are you a bad influence? I hope not. If so, let me know.(again I took M's answer but it's true) Probably. Idk. Lol.

19. Night out or night in? Depends on what's going on and how I feel about it. Night in usually. I do like going out sometimes, but, like, to dinner. Maybe a movie or a show. But, you know, we’ve been in a panini press, the only thing I’ve been comfortable doing is going to dinner (fully vaxxed & masked). But I also prefer staying home anyway. (Like I usually just go to dinner with my family lol)

20. What items could you not go without during the day? my computer. my book. my journal and a pen. My phone. My journal (b/c I write in it every night, as a diary, 14yo Linda wrote stories). Uh. I didn’t take food or drinks into account in the og, so I won’t in those. But, yeah. My phone & journal. I can go a day without my laptop if I need to. (Went the whole trip in July without pulling it out, though maybe that’s not a good example since my anxiety on that trip was so high..) I want to say a book, but I’ve been in a massive reading slump so...I wish I read as much as 15yo Linda did..

21. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? I don't remember. I think it was myself.(if you want to know, ask me in person) I honestly don’t know. I don’t remember the last time I was in a hospital.

22. What does the last text message in your inbox say? "Mrbobbybones: wish ted would finally meet their mother already. geez. get to it. However, I see myself in that character more and more each episode." yeah. That's what it says. It's from Twitter. (Huh? and I can’t even go check b/c my inbox doesn’t go back to 2009 on Twitter?? (I haven’t had my account that long) Wait wait wait just remembered I used to get tweets to my phone as text messages lol)

Facebook messenger: “ Cool” From our group chat. Lol.

From actual text messages on my phone: “ heeey! Just put up the Tuesday PDS just for you it’s a big one.” From Phillip Defranco’s text line Lol.

23. How do you feel about your life right now? I'm loving and hating it. but hey nobody gets out alive right? Uh..I mean. I’m alive. I have WiFi. Food. Family. I haven’t seen my friends in 2 years. (Minus Alex, b/c they were here in July to cat/house sit, but I saw them for like, one night..) There’s a lot that could be better. A lot that could be worse.

24. Do you hate anyone? yes!!! Oof. I mean, kinda.

25. If we were to look in your Facebook Inbox, what would we find? some random conversations. most of my convos on her though have been in chat or through comments. Facebook Inbox is now Facebook Messenger. So you’ll find all my Facebook Messenger convos. Mostly our group chat. And side group chats for secret planning (birthdays & stuff). Plus other chats? Lol.

26. Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass? I better! (excuse me miss 15yo Linda you absolutely could have passed a drug test you ALSO didn’t drink or smoke or take any drugs lol) Yeah. Absolutely. I don’t drink or smoke or take any drugs so, yeah? Lol.

27. Has anyone ever called you perfect before?

Yes. But I can't remember when... Yeah. Pretty sure.

28. What song is stuck in your head? Gee by SNSD(Girls Generation) They're Korean. A few My Chemical Romance songs

29. Someone knocks on your window at 2:00 a.m., who do you want it to be? EDWARD CULLEN! Joke! lol. No I don't know. If it was Edward, I'd call the cops. whoever it is though better have an explaination or they are gonna get hit in the head with my Book of Shadows. (Maybe I wouldn’t mind Edward at my window though? Lol.) Uh. My friends? Lol. Idk if I want anyone knocking on my window at 2am.

30.Wanna have grandkids before you’re 50? I don't know....... Uh. No? Idk. Most likely not gonna happen.

31. Name something you have to do tomorrow? I can't think of anything right now... Eat. Should probably clean my room.

32. Do you think too much or too little? Way to much! lol. Way way way too much

33. Do you smile a lot? i try to. I think I do. I get told that alot in Theater...

I think so

#questions #throwback #is this a get to know me #idk

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myblueeyedbuggers · 3 years

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My Boys

Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 2788

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change

Sorry for leaving this so late everyone, Had a really busy day at work and passed out as soon as I got in, Woke up at 8 and I’ve been working on this chapter for ages so hopefully you all like it :) Enjoy Everyone!

(Also մոխրագույն օրխիդ means grey orchid in Armenian, according to google translate)

-Two days later

If someone told me that I’d end up in the middle of a gang war being held hostage with a colt M1911 held up against my head, I probably would have called them batshit crazy. Confused? Let me explain, two days ago the mole in the մոխրագույն օրխիդ reported that they were planning to infiltrate our territory and attack us at the base, the մոխրագույն օրխիդ have been rivals with us for years, almost for as long I’ve been alive.

The boss was really pissed, I mean I’ve seen mind mad but boy he was raging, knocking everything over hell he even shot one of our new recruits he was that pissed off! All members were forced into training, Damien brought in an ex Russian spy to teach us new moves, at the end of it my body was littered with bruises and cuts I could hardly see my skin colour it was that bad. Hell, some of the boys looked worse then me. We trained through the night, alternating between combat training and firearms, it was relentless… some of the guys passed out from exhaustion and when they came back ‘round boss put them straight back into training.

I’ll admit, there’s been some intense wars, but they didn’t even come close to this one, everyone was involved, even the bloody cleaners were trained and normally they just clean up the rooms after the guys are done with a prisoner! We had a plan to draw the մոխրագույն օրխիդ out, everyone was to go to the bank and make it look like a heist prep, while I set up shop in the dinner across the road. I was to make sure that none of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ got the jump on our guys and take out as many of em as I could, so there was no bloody pressure there, I’d be lying if I said I was anything but terrified.

It was around 5 AM when training stopped, all of us ordered to get cleaned up and report back to the base at 6:30, one by one we all left for our homes the pistol strapped to my thing reminding me of what was about to happen…

-Tiny Time Skip-

The hour and a half flew by, each member was sorted into a group and bundled off into a car, every group has a different route and arrival time. Of course, I was the only one who didn’t have that luxury, the boss said that it’d seem less suspicious if I took the bus there and arrived last, so there I was on the number 17 bus at 7 in the morning. The street past by me in a blur, kids were making their way to schools with the mothers in tow behind them, mean while I was making my way to a bloody gang war. Not much of a difference between the two is there? Lazily my eyes glanced over the street, bored outta my mind, the stop was still 10 minutes away and the pair behind me talking business weren’t really curing my boredom.

I swear down if I don’t get off this bus soon I’m gonna lose it! letting out a small sigh I turned and looked out the other window. Okay come on could this day get any bloody worse ?! just my luck both Steve and Bucky were on the street the bus stopped on both staring at me, they really need to stop doing that it’s starting to creep me the hell out. I felt my eyes widen before I ducked under the window, wanting nothing more than this blasted bus to hurry up and move, muffled voices started yelling my name from the other side of the window as the bus started to pull away from the stop. Slowly I started rising my head up and dared to look out the window, both the boys were chasing after the bus, Steve lagging behind as Bucky raced ahead, we shared one last look before the bus blended back into the traffic on main street.

That was way too bloody close for my liking, letting out a sigh of relief I cleared my head and concentrating on my up coming task, the next stop was the one I needed, and I still had 10 minutes before I needed to check in. It was a simple plan, I’d walk into the dinner and order a coffee and a sandwich, walk over to the booth closest to the window and signal my gang I was in position, monitor where the մոխրագույն օրխիդ came from and get the registration numbers of the cars they came out of. Simple enough.

Noticing that the bus was nearing my stop, I readied my things and hit the button, mentally preparing myself for the next few hours.

Steve’s POV

Y/n was right in front of us, on that bus, it’d only been a couple of days, but she’s changed so much again. Her cuts had healed but her face, it was littered with fresh marks and bruises, the dark bags under her eyes stood out against her pale skin, she looked like a ghost.

What the hell happened to her? I was still from the shock, manging to break out of the haze when Buck started running after the bus, we chased it down the block for as long as we could but eventually we lost her…again. Slowly, I came to a stop next to him, his face impassive, but his eyes were filled with anger, worry and sadness, a look I knew all to well, “Did ya get the bus number?” he didn’t turn and look at me. He was still staring at where y/n disappeared, his head turned slightly at my question but other than that he kept his gaze ahead of him. “yeah, she’s on the 17, it stops just outside the bank on 4th street… did you see y/ns face Steve? She looked like death warmed up, what the hell is going on with her?” Bucky’s temper started to rise, I knew how he was feeling, the frustration of not being able to help someone who desperately needs it was slowly drivin’ me insane. “That’s somethin we’re gonna have to ask her when we find her, come on Buck lets go find our girl” clapping my hand on his shoulder, we started following the road down.

-20 Minutes later

A silence surrounded us as we walked, both of us thinkin’ about her, why won’t she let me help her? I know what it’s like to not have a family growin’ up, then Bucky came into my life and changed it all, he became my brother and I his. That’s all I wanna do for y/n, give her someone to rely on, someone to trust. Gun fire shattered my inner thoughts, people were running and screamin’ as they tried to get away, the crowd managed to knock both of us to the ground, Buck grabbed me by the collar and dragged me outta the way before I got crushed by all the people. “What the hell is goin’ on?! Steve, you okay?” I didn’t answer him, my eyes followed where the noise was comin’ from, Bucky right behind me, both of us peaking around the corner to see what was going on.

Two groups were firing shots at each other, one group was holed up in a dinner and the others were shooting from behind a couple of cars, a few of em were shooting from inside the bank. “Jesus Christ! We’re in the middle of a goddamn gang war Buck, we gotta find y/n and get the hell away from here!” for once in his life Bucky didn’t argue with me and started pulling us away from the scene. A sudden shout halted our movements, the firing stopped as the dinner door opened, my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach from what I saw next, a man yelling in what I guessed to be Russian walked out the dinner, his gun pointed at the side of y/ns head. Blood was dripping from her nose as he dragged her across the middle of the road, the worse bit was that she didn’t look scared not one bit, instead she looked blank, there was no expression on her face and eyes were dead, the man holding her yelling was nonsense I chose to ignore, keeping my eyes trained on her.

“Steve please tell me that my eyes are tricking me and that isn’t y/n being held hostage by the dickhead with the gun” Bucky’s voice shaking, I didn’t know if it was from anger or fear, “We need to get her outta there Buck”. Both our gazes were trained on the man holding y/n, our minds focused on a plan of getting her back to us.

Readers POV

I knew as soon as I entered the dinner somethin’ was off, the atmosphere didn’t feel right at all, choosing to ignore it and stick to the plan I got in position and signalled to the member sat on the bench outside the bank. One by one, the gangs made their way inside the bank and I waited for the sign, 5 minutes later gun shots were fired from inside the bank as members of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ pulled in cars and opened fire on the guys. People in the dinner started screaming and running for the door, I played my part and hid under the table trying to look terrified, everything was going to plan then shit hit the fan, the guys left in the dinner with me pulled out guns and returned fire on the Црни лабуд.

This is not my F**king day at all! What the hell do I do now?! Shoot at these guys or plan hostage and gain the upper hand?!, the decision was taken outta my hands when one of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ thugs grabbed my upper arm and dragged me over to the back of the room. Guns were trained on all the everyone who were unfortunate enough to get trapped in the building, a young girl was hugging her mother for dear life as the war carried on, keeping my eyes focused on the guy closet to me I waited for an opportunity.

Okay, y/n this is without a doubt one of the stupidest things you are ever going to do, the thug watching us turned to answer another member when I struck, quickly leaping to my feet I grabbed him from behind and forced him to the floor. Clearly surprised the other guys faltered before retaliating, acting purely on adrenaline I pulled my handgun and started firing at them, managing to hit 3 of them, 2 in the arm one in the chest, before I dived underneath the counter. Bullets started flying past me as they fired through the counter attempting to hit me, acting on impulse I laid down, waiting for them to seize fire and check to see if I was alive, one guy peered over the side and tried to tell the other thugs I was still alive. My reaction was to grab is collar and slam his face into the counter the use him as a human shield, the members ended up unintentionally killing their own guy, clearly, I pissed them off for out-smarting them.

I managed to fire a few more shots before a sudden force hit my back, sending me to the floor with only my face to soften my fall, Son of a b*TCH THEY JUST BROKE MY GODDAMN NOSE! A hand grabbed my hair, pulling me to my feet. I came face to face with the ugliest motherf*cker I’d ever seen, Alexi Churnov leader of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ and the monster behind the rise of sexual assault cases in Brooklyn. “My, my what do we have here, it’s the renowned recruiter of the Црни лабуд. Boys, this is little y/n y/l/n, she’s been a part of the Црни лабуд for quite some time now” His voice alone is vile enough to make a Nun swear, “Cut the crap Churnov I haven’t got all day ya know, places to be people to shoot and all that” okay maybe I need to learn when to keep my mouth closed.

The next thing I knew my head was forced backwards and a stinging pain erupted along the right side of my face, I turned my head forwards and what do you know, I was face to face with the devil himself. “Have some respect you insolent child! talk to me in that tone again and I won’t hesitate to kill you. Now down to business, tell me what the Црни лабуд are planning or one by one these people die.” Well, do I have permission to panic now?!, slowly Alexi came closer to my face, scowling as he waited for his answer, my response ? I spat blood in his face and laughed at his stupidity.

A sharp kicked halted my laughter as I was dragged to my feet, a now very pissed off Alexi was dragging me to the dinner entrance, the difference of the light left me temporarily blinded, “Црни лабуд! WE HAVE YOU’RE PRECIOUS LITTLE Y/N! COME OUT AND FACE US OR SHE DIES RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!”. Oh, you have got to be f**king with me. The Црни лабуд shared glances with one another, nobody knew what to do, hell even the boss looked conflicted and unsure with how to solve the situation.

You know how I said that attacking the մոխրագույն օրխիդ with a pistol and no back-up was the stupidest thing I’d ever done? Well this is even stupider. I quickly spun around and grabbed the arm holding the gun to my head and twisted it behind Alexi’s back, curse words flew out of his mouth as the gun fire returned. Shots passed by my head as I dived behind a car, in the distance police cars were closing in on the gangs, not that either side cared all were focused on taking out as many people as possible.

I was happy with staying here until the police got the situation under control, out the corner I noticed something odd, two very familiar faces were crouched down behind a wall, both boys were corned as gun fire rained on either side of them. WHAT THE HELL WERE THOSE IDIOTS DOING?!, my eyes were wide with panic as I watched thugs from մոխրագույն օրխիդ slowly edge closer to them, not thinking of the risks to me I dashed out from my cover and started running over to them. My heart started beating faster, one of Alexi’s men was pointing his gun at Bucky and Steve, Bucky stood slightly in front of Steve to try and protect him.

Using the last of my energy, I ploughed my entire body into the man, sending both of us toppling back over the wall. The impact stunned the both of us for a second, but the fist flying to my face soon knocked some sense into me, literally. What is it with these guys and punching me in the f**king face today? Quickly I rolled off him and sprung to my feet, barely managing to avoid his second attack. I used my size to my advantage, manoeuvring around the thug, punching and kicking wherever I could reach, at some point he landed a kick and sent me flying into the wall of the building behind me, my eyes followed his hands as he trained his gun on the boys again.

I acted on impulse, pushing me body forward and over the wall as he fired his gun, at first, I didn’t feel anything just a little pinch as I landed on the floor in front of Bucky and Steve, the sound of guns cocking behind me had me tense up and turn around, thankfully it was the police aiming at Alexi’s men. I let out a sigh of relief before turning to the boys, both were still on the floor with me, “Jesus Christ what the hell were you two thinking?! You could got shot! Or worse killed!” neither of them said anything, tears started falling down their checks as they looked at me.

“Y/n…Yyour bleeding” I felt my eyebrows scrunch up in confusion as I glanced down at my body, to my horror blood was soaking my shirt and then the pain hit me like a ton of bricks. Black spots filled my vision as I felt my body fall to the floor…the sound of my name being called from somewhere far away as darkness consumed my vision.

Very long Chapter to make up for the really late upload, feel free to leave some constructive criticism and as mentioned before all Imagines and Requests are open :) Thanks for Reading

Rose xx

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hey! yo! you mind talking a bit more about the extended fëanorian family ocs you have? how many there are, how they’re related, when they’re born, the rough arc of their life?

Hello thank you for your ask! No I don't mind talking about them at all! I love them all very much but please be prepared that this is going to be a long one and that I couldn't even fit everything I want to talk about in here

I have talked about Maglor's, Caranthir's and Curufin's wives before so I left them out on purpose. So I'm just going to talk about the third and fourth generation here.

If you exclude Elrond and Elros Maglor and his wife Cellin have four children and in order of their birth their names are Gilloth, Nelladon, Gilrin and Belegur. Gilloth has a son named Arrod, none of the other three are married or have children. Curufin and his wife Aiwë have one more child besides Celebrimbor, Aracundo. Celebrimbor himself has a son named Aenion. Caranthir and Calairie remain childless. I'm not sure yet where Gil-Galad belongs family wise in my headcanon but let's just assume he's Orodreth's son for convenience.

I don't exactly have stories for them all. Aracundo, Nelladon and Aenion are probably the most fleshed out one's when it comes to their stories but I love them all regardless.

A badly drawn family tree for reference. If you want some more details there are about 2k words of bullet points under the cut :)

Gilloth

Daughter of one of Maedhros's guards and Maglor's second in command

Born some time before the Nirnaeth Arnoediad

Both her parents die in the Nirnaeth, and she is taken in by Maglor and his wife Cellin and is raised as their daughter

Loses her voice during the War of Wrath but refuses to tell anyone how it happened (possible Trauma related?)

Helps Celebrimbor run Eregion in the S.A

Is very interested in architecture and has great talent

Also helps with the construction of Rivendell and moves there after Eregion falls

Has great impact on her siblings upbringing

She and Erestor start courting after Glorfindel locks them in a room together and only allows them out after Erestor confesses his feelings

They marry mid Third Age

Their only child is called Araráto or Arrod in Sindarin

Because Maglor has given all his children a father name (be they his real children or not) she got one as well

It's Tintanárë (Sparkling Fire)

She's very close with Aracundo especially during the latter half of the second Age and the early Third Age

Her favourite people in Middle Earth are dwarves. She gets along well with them and even learns some Khuzdul from Narvi because she can't just reveal the secret

She is very strong at Oswanë and uses is constantly to communicate

Elrond has a lot of headaches because she directs her absurd thoughts at him to annoy him

Arrod is her sunshine and she would die for him

Not a very good warrior but she's doing her best

Aracundo

Second Born son of Curufin and Aiwë of the Teleri

Fathername: Artafinwë (Exalted Finwë)

He's my depressed disaster gay

Tall boy™ (maybe even taller than Maedhros?)

Born: 464 F.A (same year as Turin because reasons) in Nargothrond

He doesn't remember his dad because his parents parted ways after the Lúthien incident

He grows up in Cirdans care because that's where his mom took him

His best friend growing up was Ereinion even though the other is several years older than him

He doesn't have a lot of temperament and is more like his mother, calm and sensitive

Fights in the War of Wrath as Ereinion's second in command but is more known for his strategies and not for his actions on the battlefield

He and Ereinion get married early into the Second Age (yes he's Gil-Galad's husband and they love each other very much fight me)

He goes absolutely berserk once he sees his brother used as a banner of Sauron's forces after Eregion falls and probably takes down half their army by himself

People who knew Maedhros had a very very vivid flashback that day

When his mother sails not long after he remains in Middle Earth to fight Sauron

He gets much more quiet and reserved after losing his brother, mother and nephew in one go

He is very much pro Last Alliance and openly supports Elendil but mostly because he wants to avenge Celebrimbor's death

Uh… you know who dies during that battle? Ereinion and Aracundo blames himself for it

He stops speaking and becomes a shadow of himself afterwards

Refuses both the crown and Vilya

Lives with Cirdan for some time but moves to Rivendell after Celebrían sails to support Elrond

Has no big part in the second ring war

He sails alongside Cirdan and Celeborn

His life gets from good to worse to tragic to suffering

But he gets reunited with Ereinion in Valinor so it's not a total tragedy

Nelladon

Maglor's and Cellin's first biological child

Born: 1700 S.A

Died: 2770 T.A.

Has Nerdanel's signature red hair but otherwise full on takes after his mother's side of the family

His fathername is Russanáro (copper fire)

Aso has the epithets Copperhead from the dwarves, Pityatinto (Little Sparkle) from his grandfather and Tyalmahto (Toymaker) from the Numenorians

Self sacrificing idiot (we'll get to that later)

His passion is toymaking but also woodworking but he's also a great singer and loves storytelling

For every new baby family member he makes an abundance of toys and when all of them grow up he travels the world to make toys for the children of other families

The only members of his own family to never receive a toy from him are his younger brother Belegur, as well as his cousins on his mother's side of the family (all of them are born after his death)

A very good boy, only wants to make the people happy

He finds Aenion again with the dwarves of Erebor after they establish their kingdom there

Tries to talk him into visiting their family but stays unsuccessful until his death

Speaking of his death and self sacrificing

He dies during Smaugs attack on Erebor while he tries to make time for Thrain and Thror to escape. He faces Smaug in the throne room with nothing more than a iron shield on him

And burns

He fully knew he was going to die but he did it for his friends

Probably aroace

Also the first member of the House of Fëanor to get re-embodied

Gilrin

Maglor's and Cellin's only biological daughter and Fëanor's only biological granddaughter

Born: 20 T.A.

Like Celegorm she takes after Miriel in terms of appearance but inherited her grandfather Tinwës blonde hair

Not the tallest but still like half an inch taller than Fëanor and Curufin

Has a lot of artistic talent and can paint life like images

She painted the wall painting of Isildur cutting of Sauron's finger only with a very bad sketch from Glorfindel and a mental image provided by Galadriel as a reference

Basically always happy and smiling

Hates it when she has one-sided conversations, feels like she's intruding somehow

Celebrían is her big idol and she was devastated when she got hurt and had to sail

Was even more devastated after Nelladons death and isolated herself for a while

Starts traveling with Gildor and his group from that point on to get some distraction and is among the elves who meet Frodo, Pippin and Sam in the Shire

Will not sail until her parents do

Does her best to support Aragorn as the new king of Gondor because she feels like that's what's she owes to Elrond and partially also Elros even though she never met him

The most Avarian out of her siblings

Belegur

Finwë 2.0

Seriously the boy looks like Finwë as much as Arwen looks like Lúthien

People find it quite disturbing (People are Maglor, Glorfindel and Cirdan)

Fathername: Cuináro (living fire)

Born: either 3019 T.A. or somewhere between 10 and 50 Fourth Age

Youngest member of the House of Fëanor even younger than his youngest nephew

Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen and Arrod call him little uncle and he hates it (he loves it but pretends he hates it)

Spends most of his childhood in Gondor because his parents moved the like almost immediately to be with Aragorn and Arwen

Has a deeper connection to men than all of his other siblings (aside from Elros for obvious reasons)

He feels weird when he sees his best friends from childhood grow up, get children and then see those grow up and have children of their own all while he himself is still a child/teenager/going adult

When Elfwinë's son Éomund II. who he was closest with dies, Belegur is devastated

His relationship with mortality becomes rather complicated afterwards

Dedicated scholar and historian

Also only sails when his parents will

Has a very easy time befriending people

Probably the best warrior out of his biological siblings just because Gilrin hates fighting and Nelladon just doesn't care about weapons

In possession of the one Feanorian Braincell might as well have inherited it from his mother)

Aenion

Celebrimbor's son

Born somewhere between 1620 and 1680 S.A

I have no idea who his mother is, any suggestions?

Thought about making him the love child of Tyelpë and Annatar but this feels kinda weird but also hilarious

Looks like Curufin acts like Caranthir

Cantëacurufinwë™ (blame the fact that Tyelpë is called Nelyacurufinwë)

Aenion probably isn't his real mothername but he calls that himself and everyone just does the same

Grumpy cat™

Raised by dwarves after Eregion fell and stayed with Durin's line until the Sacking of Erebor (Thrain brought him to Rivendell)

Speaks almost no Sindarin but is fluent at Westron and Khuzdul

Has no interest in learning Quenya

Creative use of swear words

A Smith like almost everyone else in his father's line

If he is Sauron's child, he has very much cat eyes and you can't convince me otherwise, also the Ring would probably love him

He goes back to Erebor after the dwarves retake it and helps them rebuild it

Feels very guilty for Nelladons death because he couldn't convince him to flee with him

Can't look Cellin or Maglor in the eye because of this

Fights during the War of the Ring alongside the Dwarves of Erebor

Sails with Gimli and Legolas

Arrod

Son of Gilloth and Erestor

Born sometime after his parents wedding

Takes more after his father in terms of appearance but has been influenced a lot by Glorfindel growing up

A total goof

One of the elves who 'greet' Thorin and company when they arrive in Rivendell

Gets into unnecessary fights very often

Very protective

Loves Estel to death and is very sad when Aragorn grows up and doesn't want to be carried around piggyback style anymore

Does it anyways

Idk I have not thought about him a lot

Here and here are Picrews that visualise them :) || Tolkien OC Overview here

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Dinner Invitation at The Private Book Club

Prologue of the Series : The Private Book Club

Synopsis: You are a 25-year-old struggling writer who spent the last year having writer’s block. One day, a mysterious envelope was slid under your doorstep, an Invitation to a private book club. Thinking that it was from your company, you went and checked it out hoping to help you with your problem. You encounter these 7 young men who for the love of God does everything BUT reading.

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Wc: 1k

Warning: None :)

A/n: Hi!! Thank you for looking forward to my mini-series! Check my Mlist for The Private Book Club upcoming chapters!

“I’m not sending you off to pack, not just yet. I’m just saying that if you don’t get your shit together, I’m going to send you packing.” your boss rolling his eyes on you with his arms crossed, you bite your lip in anticipation of getting fired. “It’s been 7 months since you last submitted something good, then you let yourself be comfortable doing proofreading work.”

You have been having writer’s block for the first time in 25 years when your boyfriend dumped you for a Highschool student. Disgusting crying over a boy like that, I know. But you cried, you begged and cried again. Now you blame him for everything that has gone downhill in your life since. Well, you tried. You keep trying to shift the blame on him when you know you’re not holding yourself accountable for yourself and your career.

You jumped in bed after being scolded and threatened by your boss to fire you, but you know he means well. You owe him much as thinking of you as his own daughter since your parents passed. He took you in after College and you have been taking advantage of him and your job since.

Should you spend another night lying in bed, watching videos of your idols, then realizing it’s dinner time, then you stuff your face, go back to bed browsing your feed, laughing at your idol’s crackhead video edits, then oh well it’s time for bed, or you get up and for once try something to get out of your writer’s block. After a few music videos and an episode of The Good Place, you decided to get up and open your laptop.

You stare at your blank google docs page trying to start on your piece. Wondering if you write about your life, an autobiography, would it sell? If you get rich by experiencing a ton of shit then by all means please let your life be more miserable than it already was. You shake your head as your head starts to daydream on what-ifs. Focus. Focus.

And Nothing.

You slouch in your chair staring at the ceiling, thinking about how you can solve this problem. You’re a problem solver, you’re creative, you write stories and fiction for a living, yet you can’t figure out a way for this one. On the verge of crying, you hear your doorbell ring, checking your phone, 8:35 p.m. You’re not expecting any visitors or for your introverted ass, no food deliveries. You get up and peep at the peephole but you see no one. Just an envelope slid on your doorstep.

Dinner Invitation

The honor of your presence is required for dinner and initiation on Friday, Eleventh October 2021 at nine-thirty in the evening at The Private Book Club.

Call Mr. Kim Seokjin at this number to RSVP (xxxx-xxxx-xx)

The dress code is a black dress and black heels only. Please dress accordingly.

Regards,

The Private Book Club

Your hands began to tremble upon reading the invitation. THE PRIVATE BOOK CLUB, are you kidding me? You’ve been invited to dinner in the most prestigious book club in your city. You remember tirelessly trying to get a story about that club for years even back for your College thesis.

The Private Book club was established 10 years ago by the Kim Family and ever since the founder passed, the club was handed over to his son and his closest friend. Only a few prominent people were ever invited and when you had a chance to interview them, they’re at a total loss for words or half of them don’t remember what happened during their stay.

The members including the owners are 7 brilliant established young men in their 20’s.

Kim Seokjin from the Kim Family and the son of the founder of the club. Their family is well known as the leading land-developer in the country and their handful of small businesses in the culinary side that 4 of their restaurants already hold 2 and 3 Michelin stars.

Kim Namjoon, Seokjin’s closest friend and the co-owner of the club. Their families have been friends for generations and are partners in their land development businesses. Namjoon’s family is notable as the leading real-estate development company in the country and is looking to expand their empire to the neighboring countries.

Jung Hoseok, the club’s bookkeeper and the prominent owner of almost all night clubs in your city and neighboring cities. No one and I mean no one dares to compete with Jung Hoseok’s Night club businesses.

The Half brothers, Min Yoongi and Park Jimin. The Min and Park families merged 7 years ago to further expand their business. From being rival international law firms to being Min Park Law and Associates.

And their current new members, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. Everyone was surprised 2 years ago as the club announced that they have found new members. It’s already been 2 years, but there is no news regarding the new members. About their families or businesses. Nothing. The only news you’ll find about them is in tabloids and their playboy activities on Jung Hoseok’s clubs with only well-known celebrities and models in their arms driving on expensive cars that are not even available in the country yet. Gossip says that when you party with them, you will not spend a thing as they splurge for the other guests as well.

And now you have the opportunity to interview them. This might be the chance your career needed. You fall and stumble in reaching your phone to RSVP.

You feel your hand start to sweat as the other line rings, a man with this deep, sultry voice starts to speak, “We are expecting your call, Ms. y/n” Expecting? Your heart starts to race as you can’t believe what you are hearing “Uh yes, this is y/n, I called because I received your invitation for dinner 2 days from now, is this Mr. Kim Seokjin? A-are you sure that this invitation is for me?” almost stuttering like you’re not valid enough to even mention his name. “Yes, and Yes, the members and I are looking forward to meeting you. Please dress accordingly as specified in the invitation.” and before you say anything else he hangs up.

You drift off to sleep tired of wondering whatever did you do in your life to receive this invitation.

#BTS AU #bts imagines #Kim Namjoon #Kim Seokjin #Min Yoongi #Jung Hoseok #Park Jimin #Kim Taehyung #Jeon Jungkook #BTS #Namjoon smut #Seokjin smut #Yoongi Smut #Hobi Smut #Jimin smut #Taheyung smut #Jungkook smut #The Private Book Club

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21 Questions

I haven’t done one of these in a long-ass time, figured it’d be fun. The theme for this one is “details.” Not your typical one-word answer or yes/no questions. 1. What is the meaning of your name? (first, middle, and/or last, you pick) My first name is Tuấn, which in Vietnamese means bright. My middle name is Minh, which can also mean bright. Both personify a meaning of a beacon of light, which is something I try to live up to. I actually wrote a post about this a while back, haha! 2. What are 3 words you would use to describe yourself? I would have to say resilient, compassionate, and witty. 3. What is your favorite color? (be as specific as you want, down to the exact shade, even) #083060. It’s the shade of blue in the beginning seconds of dawn right before the sun peeks over the horizon as the pinks and oranges of the sunrise begin to mix within the sky. 4. What is one physical attribute about yourself that you think draws people in? Haha! I mean, I don’t know if there really is one, I can just hear guys say, “but he’s got a great personality” when delving into this topic. Hahaha! But I suppose I can say that I have been complimented on my smile, which honestly, I feel like is more tied to my personality than any physical attribute. 5. If you could pick a 3-course meal from anything, what would those courses be? IYKYK: Spinach dip with chips, Fiesta Lime Chicken, and Maple Butter Blondie. 6. What is your favorite verse/line from your favorite song? Gió chiều cứ hắt hiu nghe buồn thiu Cánh cò trắng ấu thơ bay về đâu Mà chẳng thấy ghé qua ghé qua ruộng đồng Để lúa mỏi vẫy tay trong chờ mong... 7. If your life was a movie, what genre would it be? Definitely a comedy. Mixed in with some peril and drama, but it’d be a movie where people laugh a lot at all the stupid shit I’d do. 8. What is one fact about yourself that most people might not know? I was also a Journalism major in college. 9. Where is a place you feel like you are your most authentic self? Any time I am on one of my adventures. 10. Which decade would you have liked to have been born in? Honestly, the decade within which I was born is where I would like it. Despite everything my generation has experienced, the time of my birth and my progression through life seems to be the right time for me to experience these things. 11. What is your favorite quality about the person closest to you? (could be a friend, family member, spouse, etc.) He is a good listener. 12. If you ever have kids, what type of parent do you think you'd be? Oh hell, I always joke about this, but probably in all seriousness, I definitely would probably be the pushover, easy-going parent. Whoever has the unfortunate fate of being my counterpart will have to pick up the slack. Haha! 13. What seemed normal growing up in your family but now seems not normal? Um, being a Republican. -______- 14. What is the "TL;DR" version of your life? Hapless fool narrowly avoids an ill-fated end once again. 15. If you could live in a fictional world, which one would you pick? I actually think I would fare pretty well in the Toy Story world (as a toy). 16. When was a point in your life where you felt the weakest? The eleven years that spanned from when I was 14 until I was 25, when I had the toughest time dealing with my mental illness. 17. What aspect of life do you feel like you have unrealistic expectations about? Gonna be honest, I have some pretty unrealistic expectations about falling in love. I mean, who doesn’t want an epic beginning of a love story, but y’all, that ain’t a healthy dream, I will tell you that much. Haha! 18. What is one memory you can never forget? I think one that sticks in my mind the most is December 15, 2015. This memory, in particular, without going into that much detail, is one that has that rare mix of joy and sadness that, for me, makes it all the more precious. 19. What is one quote you try to live your life by? “Never stop being a good person because of bad people.” 20. No consequences, if you could change one event in your life, what would it be? I would want my best friend to still be alive today. This one is a little complicated of an answer, to be honest. But if I were to pick one event to change that would not cause any consequences, I would pick this one. Every day, I wish that my best friend was still alive and still with me today, that I could text him or call him and just talk to him, tell him about my day, joke about Spongebob, talk about Paris by Night. I know that this loss of mine, in the grand scheme of things, has made me stronger, has made me more appreciative of life, and has taught me a valuable and hard-learned lesson about love. Obviously, no one should ever have to go through life suffering such a heartbreak like this, but it is a heartbreak that I felt like has somehow colored my life and changed my fate in a way that I never could have imagined. But there are a lot of times in my life where I can’t help but think that my life would have a different color and a different fate if my best friend were still alive today. 21. Lastly, what is your most fervent wish right now? No joke, world peace.

#life of tuan #21 questions #details

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The Five Year Promise: Time Heist (8/10)

Summary: Y/N Stark, 20 year old superhero, makes a promise with a 16 year old Peter Parker after being cheated on, that if she hasn’t found love in the next 5 years, they’d finally go on a date. Then the snap happens. Y/N is gone and Peter isn’t.

Warnings: Angst, swearing

The Five Year Promise Masterlist

Based on the events of Avengers: Endgame (2023)

Peter sat down on the roof top as he watched the sun slowly set. He was wearing the white suit that Tony had called ‘Quantum’ suits. It wasn’t similar to yours. Your’s shot quantum energy, healed you and allowed you to fly. This suit was just to help them go back in time.

Back in time, Peter kept thinking in his head. Back to the past, to what he used to be. He didn’t know if he could do it. He obviously agreed to, but he didn’t know if he could emotionally handle the situation. The wind blew back his now long hair, strands in front of his face reaching just below his eye.

He heard the door open behind him, turning to see a familiar red-headed women walk out. He heard about her, seen pictures, seen her fight, but had never actually spoken to her. He knew that you never stopped talking about her. She was like your mother, your Aunt and your bestest and closest friend.

She smiled at him, wearing the same suit as him. Peter instinctively pulled down the sleeve of his suit, trying to cover the tattoos on his arms from sight. Before, Peter never really cared about how he looked. But coming back to the Avengers facility made him self conscious. Like he was finally answering for his sins.

She walked over before she sat next to him, clasping her hands as she too looked over at the sunset. “Peter right?”

Peter nodded, not knowing what to say to the assassin. She was scary, but at the same time held a motherly sense in her. Natasha smiled at herself, her black widow training allowed her to see someone’s emotions.

“You know Peter, Y/N always spoke about you in her letters to me,” Natasha spoke, making Peter’s ears perk up, his attention now on the Romanoff female. She then laughed, mimicking your voice. “‘Nat, you would love Peter!’ she would always say. She’d talk about how smart you are, how attentive and thoughtful you are. But you know what she loved the most about you?”

“What?” Peter gulped, afraid that what ever you loved about him was gone now. He had changed, and maybe you didn’t want the new him. The broken him. The one that killed. The old Peter would’ve gagged at the thought of killing someone. The new Peter wouldn’t think twice.

“That you were fighter,” Natasha replied back, nodding at him. “Point is, no matter who you were and what you’ve become, Y/N will stick by you. And I know this because I’ve seen the letters. She writes as if it’s a novel. She writes to me with her heart as soon as she mentions your name. Someone like that doesn’t give up on the person she loves that easily.”

“You think she loves me?” Peter’s voice croaked as he looked down at his hands. His voice was full of hope, like that’s all he wanted to hear. For five years, it had been lonely for Peter. For five years, Peter was deprived of love. He had no one. Not the motherly touch of his Aunt, the brotherly love of his best friend or the romantic feeling of a women.

“I know so. Why else would she have given you that watch?” Natasha spoke, looking at his watch. Of course you had told Natasha about the watch. You told her everything. From when you got your first period, to when you gave Peter the watch. She knew everything about you.

Peter smiled a little bit for the first time in years. He then looked at Natasha, letting out a sigh. “She also spoke about you. A lot. She looks up to you. She thinks of you as a mother.”

“I know. I thought I’d never have a child, and then there she was,” Natasha trailed off somenly, letting out a laugh as she shook her head. She then looked down at the fields of grass that covered the facility. “She came into my life. It was like life was giving me a secound chance at having my own daughter. My only regret was not staying with her when the Avengers broke up.”

Peter let out a sigh, his turn to shake his head. “We’ve got a shot now to get everyone back. No do overs. We have to get it right or we’re fucked.”

Natasha nodded, getting up to dust her suit. “Cap and Scott to 2012 for the tesseract. Thor and rocket to Asgard for the reality stone. Clint and I to Vormir. Rhoudey and Nebula to 2014. And Tony and you to 2015 for the mind stone. Easy.”

“Yeah,” Peter spoke, scratching his beard as he stood up. “Easy.”

“Five years ago, we lost. All of us. We lost friends, we lost family, we lost a part of ourselves,” Steve spoke, glancing at all the team members, his eyes lingering on Tony and Natasha. “Today, we have a chance to take it all back. You know your teams, you know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. One round trip each. No mistakes. No do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know. But it doesn't mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives. And we're gonna win. Whatever it takes. Good luck.”

Rocket laughed, smiling. “He’s pretty good at that.”

“Right?” Scott spoke, looking like an excited puppy.

“All right. You heard the man,” Tony spoke, now determined more than ever to get his daughter back. “Stroke those keys, jolly green.”

Natasha smiled at Steve excitedly. The girl was estatic, hopeful that she might get everyone back. That she might get you back. “See you in a minute.”

Steve smiles at her warmly. He knew how much this meant to her. They all then shrunk as they entered the Quantum Realm. They all split at different intervals, going to a different place at a different time in history.

Peter felt a rush of strong wind, flashing lights and his whole body felt like elastic before finally stopping. He let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding in. He felt a bit dizzy from entering the quantum realm, before looking around. “W-where are we exactly?”

Peter was now in a lab coat, looking like a Stark worker. Tony however was in his Ironman suit, as he can just pretend to be his past self rather than someone else. After all, he did technically own the building.

Tony walked over to him, looking around the place in fondness. “The Avenger’s Tower, New York. We had just gotten back from a Hydra Base after being attacked by Wanda and her brother.”

“Where’s the mind stone?” Peter asked, his height now towering over Tony’s. Tony shook his head, giving Peter the suitcase.

“Here,” Tony spoke, as Peter grabbed the suitcase. He looked at Tony confusedly, not knowing why the suitcase was given to him. “Y/N’s upstairs looking at the stone right now. She’s about to create ultron.”

“Wait, Y/N created Ultron?” Peter asked, now even more confused. “I thought you were the one that created Ultron.”

“I lied,” Tony bit the bottom of his lip, before letting out a sigh. “I didn’t want anyone to blame her. And it wasn’t hard to blame me since I’m always the crazy one with visions. But truth is, Wanda made her see the future. She was the one who saw Thanos coming.”

“Then what did you see?” Peter had asked, making Tony’s face turn to anguish. He looked around, trying to avoid Peter’s eyes. “Tony?”

“I- I saw Y/N turn into dust. Listen Pete, I can’t do it. I’ll probably end up ruining this whole goddamn mission if I see her. I’ll try to distract the others, including myself from going upstairs. But you need to go get the stone. She hasn’t met you yet,” Tony explained, making Peter nod before turning into the direction that was your previous lab.

He walked down up the stairs, trying hard not to be seen or heard. He then opened the door of the floor that contained the labs and started walking down the corridor quietly.

“C’mon beefcakes, party starts in three hours, get yourselves ready!” He heard Tony speak. Peter quickly hid inside a room, careful not to be seen. He then saw a previous Tony walk down with both a 2015 Steve and Thor. “Especially you goldilocks, you’re gonna need 3 hours just for your hair.”

“You misgardians are foolish,” Thor spoke, while pushing back his hair as Peter watched them walk down the cooridor. “Us beings are born with hair as silky and smooth as the backquaters of a newborn. We do not require your earthly practices to look presentable.”

Peter watched as they took the elevator and walked back out as he saw the doors close. He then straightened his lab coat before finally reaching the Lab. There was no one in it. Peter took a deep breath, before opening the door and walking inside.

Loki’s sceptre was held by what looking like an energy clasp. Peter smiled, walking over it and ready to grab it before a voice stopped him.

“And exactly what do you think you’re doing?” He heard a familiar voice say. In particularly, your familiar voice. He felt his heart drop and his voice stuck in his throat. His body was frozen from shock from the sound of your voice, unable to turn around. “Are you gonna talk or am I gonna have to get security to escort you out?”

“No!” Peter yelled, trying to focus back into his previous mission, which was to get back the stones. He had to save future you, not past you. He had to focus. He turned around, his eyes finally finding yours. You looked a bit young, which was expected as you were only 18. Your hair was a bit straighter than it is in the future and your skin was paler.

“Then what exactly are you doing here?” You spoke, taking a step forward. Who were also donning a lab coat with a black singlet and jeans. Peter gulped, trying to come up with a explanation.

“I need the stone,” Peter confessed, making you scrunch your eyebrows up. You looked at him like he was an idiot. A guy who you didn’t know just wanted to come here and take the stone. “F-for something.”

“Are you kidding me? For something?” You mocked him, before walking passed him and near the spectre. “Leave. Now. Before I escort you out myself and-“

“I’m Peter,” He spoke, his eyes glistening with tears. He needed to tell you. He couldn’t lie to you. That’s the one thing in his entire life that Peter couldn’t do; lie to you. And he also needed to talk you. He missed you so goddamn much. For five years, he only ever wanted this. “You don’t know me, b-but you will.”

“Who the fuck are you-“

“I’m from 2023,” Peter spoke, making your eyes widened, looking at him like he was some sort of lunatic. “And I need the stone, because the fate of the world depends on it. I just need to grab it and I’ll give it back, I promise.”

“And why would I believe some random tatted adult in a lab coat who I haven’t even met?” You spoke, crossing your arms. “How do I know you’re from the future?”

“Because I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to create a shield around the earth. You’re trying to create Ultron,” he spoke, his lips in the break of quivering from the adrenalin rush of seeing you again. He was also trying not to give away too much from the future. “It’s also your birthday today. And every year your father does the planning, Natasha gets you jewellery, Thor tells you an Asguardian story, Bruce gets you tools for your lab, Steve gets you little paintings and Clint bakes you a cake.”

Your mouth was wide opened, now alert. This guy was either telling the truth or he was a threat who knew everything about you. But Ultron? Only you knew about Ultron. “How do you know all this?”

“B-because I-I’m or will be, your friend,” Peter’s voice cracked, feeling like he was a teenager again. He looked down, now playing with his fingers. Your eyes squinted, taking in his appearance. He looked a tad older than you but if he was from 2023, then you were way older than him.

“Let’s say I believe you and you’re actually from the future,” you started, slowly starting to believe him. You walked over to him, now looking at him face to face. “If you wanted the stone, why couldn’t my past self get it herself?”

Peter’s fiddling with his fingers stopped, a lump now present in his throat. He shook his head, looking at the wall next to your right. His eyes started to well up before one tear left. He quickly wiped it before sniffing, his hands now trembling. “I- I can’t-“

“It’s fine,” you spoke, feeling how much this guy had cared about future you. You could tell he had missed you, even though you did not know who he was. You didn’t want to find out what had happened to you or what will happen to the future.

Peter kept sniffing even though there was no more tears. He then had went quiet, a silence befallen you guys both. He had looked like he had it rough, you had thought. And by the way he was avoiding eye contact, it looked like it was because of you. “Do- do you want a hug, Peter?”

Peter’s eyes widened, his heart beating rapidly. You looked at him with a smile, trying your best to make him feel better. Whatever happened to you took a toll on him, and if your past-self can help him smile, then of course you’d do that. Peter nodded, letting out a little sob as he walked over to you and embraced you.

“I’m sorry- I’m so sorry Y/N,” Peter sobbed out as you rubbed his back, not understanding why he was apologising but happy to comfort him. “I- I’m so so sorry. I miss you so much, so fucking much.”

“Hey, Hey it’s fine,” you spoke out, not knowing what you were forgiving him for. “Everything’s fine-“

All the sudden, Peter felt you go limp his arms. He was confused at first, feeling you get heavier by the secound. He pulled back from the hug only to see unconscious, a dart on your neck.

He looked up to see who had thrown the dart at you, only to see an angry looking Stark man. He had his fist pointed towards you, where the dart had left his suit. He shook his head at Peter, letting out a scoff. “You can’t just tell people your from the damn future Parker! You know what that can do?”

“I-I couldn’t lie okay,” Peter defended himself, slowly placing her on the floor as he faced Tony. “I saw her and all the sudden, I felt like I was 16 again. Not the man I am today but the man I was before. And- and I just couldn’t. I couldn’t.”

Tony let out a sigh, shaking his head as he walked over to Loki’s spectre and grabbing it. “It’s fine. Lets just get out of here before I come in which is in about 5 minutes. Hopefully Y/N thinks this was all a dream.”

Peter nodded, glancing at you who was sleeping soundly on the floor. He smiled at you, getting down to move a hair strand from your face. He then heard his and Tony’s watch beep, indicating that it was time to head back to the Avenger’s compound.

Their bodies were sucked back into the Quantum Realm, multiple lights and colours surrounding the Parker boy. He felt the familiar nauseating feeling before his feet landed on a solid surface.

Peter let out a deep breath, smiling excitedly as he looked around. Everyone had the stones. They did it. They actually managed to pull it off. His smile then faltered when he didn’t see Natasha. “Where- where’s Nat?”

The silence from Clint tells them all they need to know. The mission was completed but at a dire cost. Sadness overtakes everyone. Bruce falls to his knees and pounds the floor in grief.

Peter gulps, sadness consuming his body. She was right next to him. A few moments ago, Natasha was right next to him. She was all giddy and happy to finally get you back. But now?

She was never going to see you come back.

Peter looked around, watching all the Avengers mourn the red headed warrior. He didn’t know her much, but he knew she was loved. An assassin who turned out to be a caring, motherly and leader figure.

The sun set along the horizon as the Avengers looked out into the sunset. A tear escaped Steve’s face as he looked down at his hands. Peter was upset, but he wasn’t crying. He didn’t know her all to well. But he knew he didn’t have the heart to let you know if you come back.

“Did, um,” Peter begun, brushing his hair back as he looked at Tony and then to the lake. “Did she have a family”

“Yeah,” Tony spoke, his voice cracking as he shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes. “Us. Y/N. Wanda. Even Vision.”

“You're acting like she's dead. Why are we acting like she's dead?” Thor got up, tears welling up in his eyes as he paced around the room, shaking his head in denial. “We have the stones, right? As long as we have the stones, Cap, we can bring her back, isn't that right? So stop this shit. We're the Avengers, get it together.”

Clint stared at the ground solemnly, his voice lacking emotion. “We can't get her back.”

“Wha- what?” Thor laughed bitterly, now stopping in front of Clint. Tony shook his head, getting up to stand away from the commotion. He had lost a friend, a sister. She may have betrayed him, but he knew that deep down she would die for him. For the whole world. And it was proven today the lengths that Natasha would go through for Humanity.

“It can't be undone. It can't.”

“I'm sorry. No offense, but you're a very earthly being. Okay?” Thor spoke, as Peter watched the God’s way of dealing with grief. “We're talking about space magic. And "can't" seems very definitive don't you think?”

“Look, I know that I'm way outside my paygrade here,” Clint spoke, his voice rising from anger as he too stood up. “But she still isn't here, is she?”

“Now, that’s my point isn’t it-“

“-It can't- be undone. Or that's at least what the, great floating guy had to say,” Clint shouted, his face turning red from anger. “Maybe you wanna go talk to him? Okay? Go grab your hammer, and you go fly and you talk to him.”

Clint's anger is quickly replaced with grief as he slowly sits back down. “It was supposed to be me. She sacrificed her life for that goddamned stone. She bet her life on it so that Y/N would come back.”

In a burst of anger, Bruce grabs a bench and hurls it clear across the lake. His anger spent, he turns to the others with a resigned look on his face. “She's not coming back. We have to make it worth it. We have to.”

Steve stood up, a determined look on his face as he looked at all the Avengers, including Peter who was quiet in the whole ordeal.

“We will.”

“Alright, gloves ready,” Rocket spoke, making Peter’s ears perk up. He had changed into his old Iron-spider suit that Tony had to adjust to fit his now taller and bulkier frame. “Question is, who’s gonna wield it.”

Peter looked around for any volunteers. He saw Thor get up, a smile on his face as he approached Rocket. “I'll do it.”

“Excuse me?” Scott asked, looking confusedly. Thor mustn’t been serious, Scott had thought. He’s mental health has been too damaged for him to wield the gauntlet.

“It's okay.”

“No, no, no,” Tony spoke as everyone else held Thor back. Peter watched behind the sidelines, rubbing his beard. It was a bad habit he had. “Whoa. Stop. Stop. Wait a sec. Hey, hey.”

“Wait, wait, wait, Thor, just wait,” Steve spoke, holding Thor back. “We haven't decided who's gonna put that on yet.”

“Oh, I'm sorry,” Thor scoffed, shaking his head at Steve. “What, were you just sitting around waiting for the right opportunity?”

“We should at least discuss it,” Scott spoke up, looking at the Norse God.

“Look, us sitting here staring at that thing is not gonna bring everybody back,” Thor shot back, trying to walk over to the gauntlet. “I'm the strongest Avenger, okay? So this responsibility falls upon me. It's my duty.”

“It's not that-“

“Stop it! Just let me-“ Thor yelled at Tony, his voice stopping as his eyes teared up. “Just let me do it. Just let me do something good. Something great.”

“Look,” Tony spoke, grabbing Thor gently by the shoulders. “It's not just the fact that that glove is channeling enough energy to light up a continent, I'm telling you you're in no condition.”

“You saw what those stones did to Thanos. It almost killed him. None of you could survive,” Bruce begun speaking, moving forward. “The radiation's mostly gamma. It's like- uh, I was made for this.”

Bruce picks up the gauntlet carefully as everyone was watching him. It was an eerie feeling was being generated within the room. Bruce could die today from snapping his fingers.

Worse, what if half the population couldn’t be brought back? What if they’re really dead? All these hope that was brought back in Peter’s life. His Aunt, Ned and you. If all of you didn’t come back, Peter wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

He had prayed that the hope given to him manifests.

“You remember everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago and just bringing them back to now, today,” Tony spoke as he watched Bruce look at the gauntlet in anticipation. “Don’t change the past 5 years. F.R.I.D.A.Y., do me a favor and activate Protocol 8.”

Peter watched as the Avengers facility goes on lockdown. Metal covers shields the windows, doors are immediately locked and the room he was standing in was now darker than it was before. Bruce looked intently at the Gauntlet, his face now determined. “Everybody comes home.”

Bruce puts on the gauntlet and the power surge overwhelms him. He grunts in pain, his veins now on display in multiple colours of the infinity stones.

“Take it off. Take it off!” Thor yelled at his long time best friend.

“No, wait,” Steve cut him off, running over towards the green giant. “Bruce, are you okay?”

“I'm okay. I'm okay.”

Thor gives a double thumbs up, making Peter roll his eyes at him. He continued watching as Bruce screamed, fighting through the intense pain coursing through his body courtesy of the gauntlet, and manages to snap his fingers. He faints and the gauntlet slides off his arm. Clint kicks it away like it was a toy.

The Avengers run towards Bruce whilst Peter gets up from his position. He looks around, to see if anything looked different, even though he was inside. “Did it work?”

Peter suddenly feels his phone vibrate. He was confused at first, as no one had his phone number after the snap. His eyes widened, his body went cold as he read the name. He pressed answer, his voice stuttering. “H-hello?”

“Peter! Where have you been!” He heard his Aunt’s angry voice yell at him. “The principal called, said you left the school trip! Peter I get you’re Spider-Man but please, let me know where you’re going next time!”

A tear left his eye, quickly wiping it away as he nodded. “O-okay.”

“Guys!” Scott yells as Peter ends the call and puts it back on the table, his hands still shaking from the ordeal. It had worked. His Aunt was back, and you and Ned are also possibly back as well. “I think it worked!”

Peter let out a smile, before the hairs on his arm stood up, faltering the smile. His eyes widened, feeling the missle hurdling towards them before running over and covering Clint with his body.

Peter felt his body go hot as he fell down below the ground. His body hit a rough surface, before Clint’s body had toppled on top of him. Clint was human, he needed the extra protection he could get.

Peter groaned, looking around. Water was quickly trinkling around him. The gauntlet laid right beside him and Clint looked like he was in shock. Peter closed his eyes, knowing there will be a fight that will determine the fate of all mankind.

Whether or not his hope will manifest.

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Torchwood!Tommy Character Profile

Essentials:

1) What name did they go by as a Kine, and what name do they go by now? Why and how did they choose this name, if it’s different?

Born Tomàs Baker, they were primarily called "Tommy" in life and that continues. As it's been 80 years since they were registered legally dead, they have decided to take on a false surname, as well as to keep Torchwood from knowing too much about them. They borrowed "McDonnell" from their crush from when they were alive. Though, this is moot, as due to a backfire of a ritual, Torchwood 2 now knows their real name.

2) What year were they born (or how old would they be in life), and what age do they appear? What age do they feel?

They were born in 1907 and died in 1925, so they look like an 18 year old, though with the infirmity they experienced and just life being what it was at the start of the 20th century, their "18" looks a little older. They can often pass as early-mid 20s without too much difficulty. In truth, they are 101 years old. The year is 2008, the pyramid has just fallen and to some degree they feel so young and vulnerable. Old World Kindred tend to be older. Princes have held these positions since, some of them, the establishment of the Camarilla nearly a millennium ago. But then, among the Kine they work with, they feel ancient. People reference pop culture from any of the time while they were in the Pyramid and it just flies over their head. They feel out of place among these oh so young and fragile humans. Thankfully, Seòras helps them feel a little more okay with it. Agent Lennox, being nearly 50 years old, also doesn't get the references. They sometimes sit there while Cami and Ash talk about some movie or internet trend and just let the conversations wash over the two of them, absorbing nothing.

3) Which Clan do they belong to? How do they feel about their Clan?

They were Embraced into Clan Tremere and House Tremere. Though, lately, people have started questioning the truth of their affiliation. They're a Thinblood, after all, do they really deserve the title of "Tremere"? This all is compounded by the fall of the Pyramid. The House is in chaos and the childer are unreigned. Kindred openly rebel against their sires and the new House Ipsissimi has been formed. Generally, the Anarchs accept both their status as Thinblood, some among the 14th Generation even going so far as to call the term a slur. They are the Duskborn. Duskborn are burgeoning into a new Clan within the Anarch movement and while Tommy is yet to be forced to choose between the two, they know the time is coming. They are yet to make a decision.

4) Which Predator type do they most align with and why?

Currently: Bagger. It's part of the conditions of their employment. No feeding off living humans. Tommy has given a taste for the blood of corpses, its disgusting but, occasionally a welcome change, as well as animals, honestly somehow more unpleasant than the former and coming with the added issue of needing multiple vessels to even lend themself a somewhat satisfying meal. No, bagged blood is the best of the options available. Further, they don't have to steal it. Torchwood buys the bags at the same rate a hospital would pay and it simply comes out of the food budget. Yvonne *does* question why their food budget is so high, but as of yet hasn't pursued the issue too closely. Thankfully, Lukas covers for Tommy. It's a precarious situation, but one that balances for now.

5) Who Sired them, and into what Generation were they Sired? What’s their relationship with their Sire like, and what were the circumstances of their Embrace?

They were sired by their sister: Somhairlín Baker into the 14th Generation. They were scheduled to be Embraced anyway, by Sam's sire, but before the date was supposed to come, they were struck in a motor vehicle accident while in Galway seeking medical treatment for their chronic anemia. Anemia caused by Sam's clandestine use of Tommy as a Cloven Blood Doll. Somhairlín, feeling guilt, Embraced Tommy. Their parents died. The two bonded closer than in life. This would eventually be a source of great pain in Tommy's life as, in early 2008 following the F1rstlight attack on the Vienna Chantry and the Head of the Tremere Pyramid, Tommy felt need to murder their sister.

6) What level of Humanity are they? Has this changed over the years they’ve been dead?

Tommy's Humanity is very low. Due to the practices of the London Chantry and a development of growing Noddist and Cainite practices, Tommy ended up on the Path of Caine during their time in London. They moved to London to escape Thinblood persecution in the post-War era and it was for naught. In London, Tommy hid themself as Sam's ghoul, and Sam, in turn, entered them into a Blood Wedding, a situation where two Vampires bond themselves to the other threw drinking each other's Vitae. This created a feedback loop where both of them sunk to deeper levels of depravity match for match. And, under Hal Grove, Regent of their Chantry, they began doing research into the Thinblood condition.

The research consisted mostly of Embracing new Thinbloods and finding the limits of the condition: could they use disciplines, could they bond, could they be tapped as a source of Vitae... all of these answers proved to be "sometimes" and the Baker siblings lost grip on their humanity with extreme speed. Since the Fall of the Pyramid, they have been slowly clawing their way back; first: onto the Path of Humanty, a dangerous feat to attempt without personal guidance, and then slowly up the ladder of morality. Now, they sit at humanity 5 -- 6 through 8 being the usual extremes of the average human being.

7) Which Disciplines do they possess, and which do they favor using?

They have the traditional disciplines of Clan Tremere: Thaumaturgy, Dominate, Auspex, but they favor Thaumaturgy. In their role as offensive specialist they favor the paths of Flames and Nebulism. The former as a means of attack and the latter to disable enemies or clear a building of civilians.

8) Who are their Touchstones, if any? / 9) What are their Convictions (moral opinions and standings they hold fast to)?

Cami. A fellow Agent of Torchwood who vouched for them to become member of the team. She represents a value of trusting others judgements. As they say "I take pride in the goodness and strength of my friends and that they, being as such, should care for me."

Lukas. Their boss, the head of Torchwood 2. They keep Tommy in line and enforce the value of the preservation of human life. As much as Tommy is frustrated that Engstrom is blackmailing them to keep them in line, to some degree they are thankful.

10) Do they belong to any sect or are they independent?

They belong to the Anarchs. Hard to be a Camarilla Tremere when you collapsed your old Chantry and murdered your sire. No Camarilla Tremere will touch them. They wouldn't bleed on Tommy if they were on fire.

Life

1) What did they do (as a career or in general) before they were Embraced?

They were a Seminarian, studying to be a Priest. Now, that is just completely out of the realm of possibility.

2) Do they still have mortal family or friends, or descendants of those people? Who were they closest to during life, and is there anyone they’ve contacted after their Embrace?

Still, no. Again? Yes. The people they knew are dead and tracking them down would be dangerous. Once, they tried to find their namesake McDonnell's descendants, but lost track of them when they moved to the New World. Thus is unlife. A series of disappointments. And what would they have said anyway? 100 years ago I wanted to kiss your grandfather? That's not going over well. It's as good a reason as any not to keep pursuing.

3) What were their hobbies, skills, and interests?

They knit. They were rarely able to make the trek to the school at the other end of the island in their youth and so they took up crafts. One of the neighbors had sheep and often sold clothes. With Tommy's health the way it was, they sometimes couldn't get out of the chair for days and spinning wool into yarn by hand and kniting the yarn into fabrics. It was nice. They were always cold so now they had sweaters and blankets to keep themself warm. They also sold some of their wares in town, or, the neighbor sold them and split the profits. A necessary source of income when their father was out at sea so long and money became scarce.

4) Did they have any vices, addictions, or mental illnesses? Which carried over into death?

They smoked. The doctors suggested it as means of strengthening the lungs with hopes of helping them build up the energy to walk. Obviously, this was counter intuitive. When they did feel up to it, and the night air was fresh and cool, Tommy and their friend Larry McDonnell would sneak into the chapel and "borrow" a bottle of communion wine. Red-faced and dizzy, they would fall in love with him over and over again, afraid of what it meant, but craving the times when they felt brave enough to reach out for him. Sometimes Tommy felt like maybe Larry felt something in return. It was hard to peel the alcohol from the desires from the truth, and so they never truly acted on it.

5) What were they most afraid of in life? How has this changed?

They were most afraid of their homosexuality. Did this mean they were going to Hell. Did they have to worry about dragging someone else down with them... This has changed in that they have largely given up on the Catholic faith. Perhaps they'll come back to it, they feel a draw to spirituality to fill the hole left by their lapsed Noddism and worship of their Domitor-and-Thrall. They've attended services a few times lately and it seems like some of the opinions within the flock are shifting. They don't want to get too attached but reattajing to their human faith is helping them feel just that much more Human, an addicting feeling.

6) What were their goals and ambitions in life? How has this changed?

Their goal at the time had been to squash their sexuality with faith. Now, they have embraced their queerness. It's a struggle many days to treat themself with kindness in that front. Hell, it's a struggle most days to treat anyone with kindness. But they're getting better.

7) Did they follow any religion or spiritual paths in life? How did that change when they died, if at all?

They were a Catholic in life, hoping to become a Priest and then in Unlife first abandoned religion but then got drawn in by the lures of Cainite Noddism. Now, with the Fall of the Pyramid, they feel a call to that old religion once again. Who knows where it will take them.

8) When they were Embraced, what was the aftermath like? Did they fake their death, do their loved ones think they went missing, etc.?

Their family died along with them so they faked that they died, too. At least they don't have to worry about their parents thinking they're missing.

Death

1) What have they spent most of their years as a Kindred doing?

Most of it has been spent researching their condition. Now, they are one of the most knowledgeable , probably in the world, on what it means to be a Thinblood.

2) What’s the entire lineage of their bloodline, from them all the way back to their Clan’s Antediluvian? Is there anything in particular that they and their grandsires all had in common?

They were primarily raised by their grandsire. Sam's sire took them on as a second childe, even though they had planned to wait maybe 10 years. So, Tommy got the same education as their sister. His sire, however, I haven't thought as much about.

3) How do they adapt to the changing times around them? Do they still uphold values, styles, or other things from the past?

They definitely dress a little bit out of time. And what's not anachronistic is absolutely horrible. They dont, however, adapt very well. They haven't gone through the back catalogue of media Cami gave them, cultural milestones and things that have happened... Just a few months ago, Tommy found out man had touched foot on the moon. They are more than a little behind the times.

4) Do they have a coterie? What position do they take in that group, if so? Otherwise, do they have any notable Kindred (or other creatures) friends?

Their "coterie" is probably the Torchwood 2 team, deapite being Kine. They serve as a blaster with magic on call they can destroy threats and protect their lives -- especially Lukas Engstrom, who, if he dies, will release a catalogue of all the information he has gathered on Kindred to every intelligence agency in the world, a threat Tommy doesn't take lightly.

They are also connected to Alastríona "Cass" Balach. She is Tommy's sponsor in House Ipsissimi and, by human standards, their Sponsor in Alcoholics Anonymous. The disguise is simple wordplay, but the Ipsissimi hide themselves within the Crowleian "Astrum Argenteum" which they in turn have using Alcoholics Anonymous as a front. This also serves as an out for Tommy. They couch their cravings for human blood in terminology based around Alcoholism and thus they are given a space to discuss their emotions. At meetings is also where a Ghouls of Balach's will give them study materials if need be. New rituals and information about the next step on one of their Paths. It's a pretty nice arrangement.

5) Which of their Clan’s stereotypes apply to them? Which do they act against, or embody the opposite of?

They are a neurotic mess. A perfectionist to their core, and sometimes they apply that perfectionism outward becoming a domineering person. They are secretive and dangerous. They have spent decades engaging in unethical magical experiments. Truly, they are quintessential Tremere.

However, they fight to change that. They want to be a better person and a better Kindred. They want to look at a person and not feel a desire to take them apart and find out how they tick. Thankfully, Engstrom keeps them in line on that front, with the actually follow8ng through of it anyway.

6) How do they feel about the Antitribu of their Clan?

Having very nearly been one, they understand the allure. The draw of Vampiric Supremacy and the willingness to bring human kind to their knees, however, they also pulled away. Once their eyes were clear they put their very existence on the line, revealed to the Prince that they had been a Thinblood illegally living in her domain and turned on the Cainites to bring the White Hall Chantry down. They fear the Tremere Antitribu. Their sponsor was also former Goratrix and, bearing the Mark of the Traitor, she was a fullfledged member who partook of the Vaulderie. Whatever brought her out remains to be seen, but Tommy wouldn't have an in at continuing Thaumaturgical Studies without her, and for that, he's grateful.

7) Have they Embraced anyone? Ghouled anyone?

They have, but not to keep around. And having lived in the Blood Bond for decades, they never want to do that to anyone else again.

8) Do they prowl, or is there a city they permanently reside in?

They seem to have settled in Glasgow, as much to be close to their new Sponsor as anything else. And, with their membership in Torchwood 2, they hope to stick around for a long time.

9) What’s their haven like?

They live at the Glasgow Hub: the basement of a nondescript Warehouse in a district of Warehouses, itself hidden by Vampiric magics. They have a private room to live and sleep in near the entrance. When they sleep, they are the first line of defense if something should come in. They protect the themself and their partners with another spell that will wake them immediately if a danger disturbs their residence.

The Hole itself is cozy. Not very big, about the size of a studio apartment. A single room with a bed, a bookshelf, and a fridge to hold Blood Bags. Not too much going on otherwise.

10) Do they believe they are descended from Caine, or do they follow a different path?

They do not believe they are descended from Caine. They have looked at the information Ash has managed to draw from them and it appears that Vampirism may be of extraterrestrial origin. Its exact origin is unknown, but alien stock seems to rule out the concepts purported by Noddism. And, after a period of time otherwise, they are back on the Path of Humanity.

11) How do they feel about Diablerie?

They wonder often. They wonder if they should have Diablerized Sam. Sure, it's a crime in the Camarilla, but they are no longer Camarilla, and they wouldn't be a Thinblood anymore. They would be a stronger force to reckon with, more able to protect their team... But it's a dangerous line of thought. And there's nothing doing, now.

12) Regardless of whether or not they adhere to Camarilla rule, have they ever broken any of the Traditions?

13) Do they believe in Gehenna? How do they feel about Thin-bloods, and do they believe they’re a sign of the end times?

Absolutely. Most of them. Respect of Domain and Hospitality. Their existence is a violation first of all. And they killed their sire. Even with permission, that's still a violation of the Traditions.

14) Have they ever Frenzied? What happened?

Not anymore. Its been a long unlife, and it was even longer thinking their own existence would draw the death of their people closer. But, they have learned to shrug off these kind of Noddist teachings. And they don't think the world is going anywhere any time soon.

The moment the Blood Bond broke, they frenzied and drank someone to death out of rage. An innocent person dead because they couldn't keep their cool. Other than that, no. They have kept themself well fed these years. And tht hope to keep it that way.

#tw!verse #ooc

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your-rose-highness · 4 years

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Tell Me What Is Love (ch-5)

The breakfast was rather awkward. Hye Hee’s post- drunk brain was failing to comprehend the situation and Baekhyun only made small talk with Jane, very interested in her family whereabouts and her struggles of the past. Hye Hee scanned him the entire time, reading his every move. Baekhyun caught her eye a couple of times while he spoke to Jane, only to quickly look away, which made it look even more suspicious.

“What was Baekhyun doing in my dingy apartment so early on a Monday morning?” she thought to herself.

The three of them did the dishes and chilled in the living area before Jane left to go for the shift. Baekhyun and hye hee stayed silent for a long time before Baekhyun asked, “why have you been drinking so much?”

“I’m a grown woman. I can drink when I want to.`` she sternly replied.

“That's not what I meant. And you know that.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I can’t come to visit..?”

Hye Hee sat quietly. Baekhyun began twitching beside her when she looked over at him.

“The sofa is uncomfortable….”, he whimpered.

“I’m sorry it doesn’t suit your royal ass.”

“Why did you drink?”

“... I can't switch things because you don't like them…”

“Hye Hee, stop avoiding the question... Why did you..?”

“... plus why are you here anyway? Go run back to Taeyeon.”

“Excuse me? You were the one who suggested that I pretend harder..`` Baekhyun said, his voice rising.

“Pretend? When the hell…?”

“You know what, I'm leaving. You don't need me.”

“Yeah, run away Baek. That's what you did in the past. Do it again!”

“What did you say?”, Baekhyun looked at her furiously.

Hye Hee left the kitchen and walked to her bedroom, avoiding any confrontation. But Baekhyun wasn't having it.

“I left? Me? You never even tried to come back. That's how much I meant to you huh?”

“Yeah, you’re right!!! You never meant anything.i was happy to have gotten rid of you... Baekhyun this is my room, get out.”

“No.”

She exhaled slowly and began pushing him. Baekhyun didn't budge.

“I’m not leaving. Your place is my place.”

“Why are you doing this?!!” she exploded, even though Baekhyun was smiling.

It was like they were back in school again. He reached out for her hand, his eyes full of concern when he knew his best friend was hiding something really bad, “What’s wrong? Will you tell me now that you’re done yelling?”

Baekhyun was taller than her now, something she still wasn't used to yet. Her shoulders relaxed and she fought the urge to hug him. He was there for her, but he was someone else’s. The thought only made her want to cry but she tried with all her might not to.

“I miss you…”, she barely managed to say, her voice cracking.

Within an instant, his arms wrapped around her, his palm supporting her head, as he rested it against his chest.

“ I do too. Why do you think I'm here? You may be strong enough to avoid seeing me, but you know I'm not.”

He made her tea later, while both chatted about a job possibility in his company.

“Won't that be troublesome?”, She questioned.

“No… not really…” he trailed off, “at least better than someone we don't know. Teacher Sooman is more scared of sasaengs in the disguise of staff than anything else.”

“That's a good point.”

“Anyways, you have my recommendation. So there's a big chance you'll grab the job plus, your resume is a bonus.”, He stated, proud.

“It’s almost past 9 pm, don't you have to go home?”

“Well, I should… but Taeyeon and Sarang both are not home. So …. I'm free for dinner with you…”

“I didn't say I wanted to have dinner with you though,'' Hye hee responded cheekily.

Hye hee offered to make dinner this time, with Baekhyun as her assistant. They were discussing the amount of milk to add in their pasta sauce when he received a call. His expressions gave grim instantly, and he walked out to the balcony. Hye hee didn't want to trespass but she found herself a little too alert, trying to catch some words.

“..... really?... okay… yeah, you know… with the guys…. Don't wait up. Hmm.. okay.”

Hye hee wondered who it was on the other side. Taeyeon maybe? Baekhyun hung up and leaned against the wall for a few minutes before he left a deep sigh.

Hye Hee quickly made her way back to the kitchen and innocently asked, “Who was that?”

“Taeyeon.”

Bingo.

“Oh? I thought you said she was not gonna be back till a few days?”

“Yeah, she decided to come back sooner I suppose. Anyway, let's have dinner and I’ll have to leave..”

“Yeah, sure.”

His one sentence had summarised their position in each other's lives. No matter how much they wished to spend time with each other, no matter how much they meant, Baekhyun was somebody's husband and his priority was never going to be Hye Hee.

They quietly finished dinner and Baekhyun offered to wash the dishes with her, but by this point, Hye Hee didn't want to keep him away from his real family any longer.

After a few days, while Hye hee was shopping for some groceries, Baekhyun called her.

“Hello?”, She took his call, while also trying to put the pack of perilla leaves in her cart.

“Hye hee, do you have time tomorrow?”, his voice sounded urgent.

“Umm. For what??”

“The opening for staff at SM I told you about? I heard a few staff members discuss that it was the last day. What say? You want me to put you in?”

Hye Hee had a hard time saying yes, but a girl's gotta eat right?

“Yeah, okay. Fine. I'll come tomorrow for the interview.”

“Great! Alright, I'll text you the time okay? Okay, gotta go now, bye babe.” He hung up, excited like a puppy.

A faint smile played on Hye Hee's lips.

"What?!", Jane exclaimed over the phone, making Hye Hee move her phone away from her ear. She had called her on the way to her interview the next day.

Reposing herself, Hye Hee continued, "So as I was saying, I have no confirmation about the job! can you calm down?"

"No! No! Okay, do this, once you get in, can you get a spot for me too?"

"Okay, we're going in circles! Look, I'll call you after my interview, my stop is here."

Hye Hee got off in a hurry, only 10 minutes before her expected time.

She found the SM building with ease, no one could miss the tall building with a swarm of fans standing out in the hope of seeing their favorite celebrities. Hye Hee was guided to the staff entrance, on showing her interview mail on her phone.

The office was a beauty. The interiors were largely based on pastel shades and the minimal decoration gave it a very chic appearance.

I could be working here... It's so pretty...

Snapping out of her daydream, a staff scurried over to her, leading her to the exceptionally large waiting area. She and 20 others sat nervously, waiting their turn through the huge glass doors.

After which seemed like an eternity, Hye Hee was finally called in. Taking a deep breath in, she opened the door to an exceptionally large room. Her legs wobbled a little as she took small but decent steps towards the large desk that had some of their artists and also Baekhyun’s manager. Just like her, he seemed taken aback by her presence but quickly reposed himself. Hye hee took the seat in front of the panel after she greeted them all.

She quickly recognized the handsome Yunho at the left of the table and couldn't help being starstruck by his beauty.

“So, Song Hye Hee…”, boomed one of the member’s voices and also snapped her back to reality.

“You’ve quite an impressive resume and also an experience. I hope you know that the current job openings do not call for such expertise. Though we could use you for the international language department occasionally…”, he said, glancing at the other stern panelists with doubt.

“Oh yes, I know that the job doesn't entail or call for my previous work experience. I was looking to enhance my resume when I applied for this job..”

“Have you had any managerial responsibilities at the last post?”, suddenly enquired Yunho, looking straight into her eyes that could make even the non-guilty shiver.

Swinging between forming her sentences to answer and not being able to directly meet eyes with Yunho, “ Yes, I was head of the entertainment reporters team for a year…”

“Well… that’s not the kind of skills we’re looking for…”, mumbled the man on the far left, shuffling through the papers in front of him.

“Yes, sir. I have never said that I can't learn the work. My reporting job wasn't exactly my forte. But I learned the skills required for the job quickly after my supervisor helped me. I am more than sure that the responsibilities you bestow upon me will be dealt with to the end and with the utmost professionalism.” hye hee insisted.

Hye hee’s demeanor vibrated through the room as the panelists thought over what she said. It was rare even for them to have an interviewee be that direct and to the point. The employees at the company were especially strict with their new recruitments due to past such incidents when they had toxic fans pose as recruits.

Yunho seemed to be quietly talking to Baekhyun’s manager, occasionally glancing at her direction. Hye Hee couldn't be sure if it was accidental with the questions being showered on her from either end.

Boarding the bus closest to the company after filling a few more details, she headed to meet Jane for lunch at the closest ramen restaurant. Once again, thoughts clouded her mind and she found herself weighing the consequences if somehow they dug out her history with Baekhyun. Soon her phone lit up from a number she didn't recognize. She quickly dived to pick it up, expecting the company.

“Hello?”

“Song Hye Hee-ssi?”

“Yes, this is she.”

“I’m Jung Mu, Baekhyun’s manager. I was wondering if we could meet later today? I have some things to discuss with you.”

Hye Hee’s heart raced from the moment she heard him say his name. Baekhyun had mentioned his manager hyung's a million times before and continues to do so. Jung Mu had been a very quiet encouragement for him since the day he was assigned to manage EXO. he had helped him from many sticky situations and quite so even when he was out on dates with her.

“Umm sure. There’s this tiny cafe on the 17th..”, she told him but was only cut short.

“Yes, I’m aware of it.”, Jung Mu quickly responded. “I’ve dropped him close to the cafe a million times.”

Hye hee an irritation in his voice that was hard to brush off.

It reminded her of the rare occasions when baekhyun would get mad at her for nothing in particular. The sour memories clouded her, cueing the tears instantly. As she hung up, she contemplated if her working at SM would be the right choice after all. She was denying to herself that this step was taken to stay close to baekhyun and be able to see him every day, lying to herself that it was a big field break into the entertainment agency.

But, the truth was, this would only further the distance more. Materialize it. The celebrity, married to an equally popular singer, and she, a struggling writer. Nothing but a layman.

She hurried over to Minseok’s cafe soon, informing him about everything that had happened. He, being the good friend that he was, agreed in no time, however, did think that working at SM could cause trouble. Not just for her, but baekhyun as well.

“Why do I need to close the cafe for a staff?”

“Fans stalk the manager too, Oppa. I’m sorry. But this is the only safe space I know of.”

He let out a sigh and shook his head in disbelief. He soon handed her the pomegranate tea, her favorite for times when stressed. Minseok was usually very mindful of the people around him. The kind gesture made hye hee smile, he smiled at her and softly tapping her shoulder giving her courage to face what lay ahead.

She watched him walk into the low lit cafe soon, accompanied by someone she hadn't anticipated. The two dark figures approached her as they spotted the only person seated.

“Song Hye Hee?”, asked Jung Mu extending his hand towards her. But Hye Hee’s eyes only followed the other tall man behind him.

Suho.

She couldn't think of him as an old friend at that moment. His expression was too grave to be addressed as the man who would smile so gently at her whenever they met.

When hye hee didn't respond at his words, Jung Mu just drew the chair opposite to her. Suho slid into the chair next to him, without meeting eyes with her the whole time. Hye hee silently tried to read into the situation, partially terrified. Minseok appeared minutes later to ask if anyone needed anything. Suho took one glance at him and said, “Lemonade, no sugar.”

“Can we trust him?”, Jung Mu whispered to hye hee after he left, briefly meeting eyes with hye hee, concerned.

“Minseok is a very close trusted friend of mine. You’re safe here.”

Minseok quickly hurried over with the drinks and left them to talk alone, shutting the small staff door. The room where she had met Baekhyun after all those years.

Sipping from his drink, after which his face scrunched in sourness, he quickly reposed himself.

“Hye Hee why were you at the agency today?”, his clear voice boomed in quiet space.

“Baekhyun said I could apply…”

He smirked with disbelief as she spoke, turning to face Hye hee, his eyes pierced into hers.

“Are you kidding me, Hye hee? After all, this while, don't you know? If someone ever finds out about the two of you, it won't just destroy him and you. It’ll take all of us down.”

He paused for a minute before whipping out his phone, showing her a twitter update.

Hye Hee picked up the phone bewildered.

“He’s already been spotted.”, Suho hissed. “You are VERY lucky that even though they are suspicious, the angle makes it hard to be sure. Isn't this your apartment, Hye Hee? Baekhyun refuses to handle this maturely, but Hye Hee, you? I expected better out of you. I cannot allow this. I’m sorry. I need you to minimize your contact with Baekhyun, and eventually, fade him out.”

He was right. What was she thinking? She was low key yearning for Baekhyun, expecting miracles where he would abandon his family for her. He wouldn't ever. Everything that he had built over the years was at stake and so was the entire group.

“Fine.”, she whispered, a voice soft yet unshaken.

“Fine?” wondered Jung mu.

“I will fade away from his life, his memory. But I will need your help.”, said she, with eyes dark and resolute.

#tell me what is love #baekhyun exo #baekhyun scenario #byun baekhyun #baekhyun angst #baekhyun fanfic #kpop fanfic #exofanfic #baekhyun fanfiction #chapter 5

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ortizobsessed · 4 years

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You’ve Got This

Only 10 MONTHS late, but here is the fic I’ve been promising for a while!

Reader x Juice where you two have a very platonic love for each other, and when you’re about to have a baby (the father is no longer in the picture) Juice is right there by your side.

Warnings: A few swears, mild description of childbirth.

Word Count: 2204

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You’d moved to Charming not long after you graduated high school in your small town in Idaho. Your high school sweetheart, the person you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with, turned out to be a real piece of work. The night before he left for college, he told you that everything that had happened between you two was just a “fling” and that it all meant nothing to him. All he cared about now was going off to college and, as he had so gracefully put it, “drinking and getting laid by as many bitches as possible, since you aren’t giving me any.” You were caught completely off guard. This was something you two had talked about before. He claimed he was fine with waiting until you were ready. Guess that was a lie.

You wanted to get as far away from your home town as possible. As far away from all the memories of him as you could; start fresh. Moving to Charming was nerve-wracking, especially when no one you talked to about it thought it was a good idea. But you took the leap anyway.

Fast forward 7 years and here you were, living in sunny California, surrounded by people you loved, who loved you back. Your best friend, the person who saved you when you were at your lowest, the person who always made sure you saw the value in yourself, was sweet, thoughtful, and caring, Juan Carlos Ortiz. You and Juice loved each other, but not in that way. You had formed an incredible bond, one that felt stronger than anything you’d had with any friend or family member before. No matter what life threw at you, you knew you would be able to handle it, with Juice by your side.

It felt like just yesterday that you’d ran into your ex. The person who broke your heart into more pieces than you thought imaginable. But there you were, in Vegas with some of the guys, and who happened to be there at the same time? Him. It had been years since you last said a word to each other, and when he came over to say hi, you tried to be the bigger person and not spit in his face.

The conversation started with a rather awkward hug, and ended with him apologizing profusely for what he had done to you in the past. He claimed he was there with a friend of his for their bachelor party. Turned out that was yet another one of his lies. As was everything that followed: The sweet talk, the convincing you that he had changed, the empty apologies.

Somewhere along the line that night you had talked yourself into sleeping with him. Was it because you genuinely thought he had changed? Or was it because you didn’t want him to still think of you as that “pathetic” girl in high school who made him leave because you wouldn’t fuck him. How dare he play on those insecurities just to get you into bed?

The day you found out you were pregnant was the scariest day of your life. Here you were, carrying the child of a man who wanted nothing to do with you. Though the decision wasn’t an easy one to make by any means, Juice was there for you through all of it. You were going to keep your baby.

It was now mid-September, and every year when this time of the year rolled around, you found yourself missing home. Something about the beautiful fall weather back home always made you feel safe, and being so close to the end of your pregnancy, safe and comfortable was exactly what you needed to help calm your nerves.

“I think I need to go back home. Just for a couple days.” You found yourself trying to convince Juice that going on this trip was a good idea, but you saw the hesitation on his face. “I need some time to clear my head. Time to right with myself before I become a mother.”

He let out a heavy sigh. “There’s no way I can convince you to stay? Or even to let me come along?”

You shook your head, “I’m sorry Juan, I just really need some time to myself. You know I love you.”

A tiny smirk crept onto his face, “I love you too, Y/N. I just want you to be safe. I want the baby to be safe.” Your expression changed to one of joking disbelief, as he sighed and added, “I know, you’re a smart girl. I’m sure you’ve already figured out where the closest hospital is to where you’ll be staying, haven’t you?”

You let out a light laugh, “You’re damn right I did! It’s only a 20 minute drive.” After a short pause, you reassured him again, “Everything will be fine. I’ll keep you posted the entire way. There, and back.”

As he closed his eyes and nodded his head, you stepped towards him and wrapped your arms around his waist. Resting his chin on the top of your head, he pulled you closer and whispered, “You’re the strongest person I know, Y/N, and I am so proud of you. I hope you know that.”

His words brought tears to your eyes. You leaned back slightly and smiled at him as a single tear rolled down your cheek. Brushing the tear away with his hand, Juice smiled back and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Okay, what can I help you with?”

The two of you spent the next hour or so getting everything ready for you. As you packed a couple bags inside, Juice was outside looking over every inch of your car, making sure it was in good condition for highway driving. After getting the okay from your personal mechanic, you hugged him tight once more and hopped in the driver’s seat.

You were headed to Bear Lake. A beautiful spot right on the border of Utah and Idaho, a place your family used to rent a cabin close by every year when you were a kid. The fresh air and beautiful fall colours were calling your name.

You had to stop every couple hours, damn pregnancy bladder, but Juice was happy about that; more stops meant more check-ins. Before you knew it, the drive was over and you were pulling into the parking lot of that same rental office you knew so well.

The first couple days were very relaxing. You drove the short 10 minutes to the lake front and laid out a blanket at the bottom of a tree. Each day you would read a few chapters of a book, then pack everything up and wander along the water. Spending time alone in a familiar place helped tremendously, just as you imagined it would.

With one last evening before you were going to head home, you planned to go for one last walk along the beach and watch the sun set, but you never got the chance to do that.

It didn’t take you long to figure out what was going on. As soon as the first contraction hit you were dialing Juice’s number. You began frantically pacing back and forth in the bathroom of your cabin muttering, “pick up, pick up, pick up, damn it pick up the phone Juan!”

The second the line clicked, you didn’t give him a chance to say hello, you yelled, “Tomorrow Juan. Tomorrow- Shit- SHIT- This can’t happen right now!”

You barely heard his reply of, “Wait, Y/N, what happened?! Is everything okay?!” over your own thoughts. Juice tried calming you down again, “Breathe Y/N, just take a deep breath-” but you just kept talking over him.

“I was supposed to drive back to Charming TOMORROW. I’m not ready for this! This baby isn’t supposed to be here for another 2 weeks! I can’t do this. I can’t do this!”

The line went silent for a moment, and somehow that caught your attention more than his words had. “Juice- are you sti-“

“Yeah I’m still here Y/N.” Another pause. “You’ve got this.” His words made your shoulders relax, and with that, a wave of calm washed over you. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“I’m on my way.” His words were firm and to the point, making sure you fully grasped that you were not going to be alone much longer.

“Okay. Please hurry,” you pleaded. You could hear keys jingling in the background, mixed with some familiar voices asking where he was going in such a hurry.

He yelled back at the guys, “Y/N’s having her baby, and she’s 11 hours away!! I need to go!!” Then his voice was directed back at you as he said calmly, “I love you. I’ll see you soon.” The line clicked.

You took a couple deep breaths before you made another phone call. You wanted to be at the hospital as soon as possible, but you didn’t trust yourself driving while in labour (writers note: duh). As soon as you got off the phone with the taxi company, your water broke. “Oh great,” you mumbled to yourself.

After quickly cleaning yourself up and changing, you heard a car horn out front. Grabbing the last few things you thought you might need, you rushed out the door. Before you knew it, you were at the hospital getting settled in a bed. As contractions became more and more intense, and closer and closer together, time seemed to slip away from you. You didn’t know how long it had been since you and Juice spoke, all you knew was that you wanted him there with you. Right now.

You found yourself staring out the window, “He’s was supposed to be here for this. I can’t do this by myself. Where the fuck ARE you Juan?” All you could think about was how much you wished you were back in Charming. At least if Tara was here, that would be a small amount of comfort. You didn’t know each other well, but a familiar face in all this chaos would be nice. But here you were, hundreds of miles away from anyone you knew, about to give birth to your first child, all alone.

A new voice grabbed your attention, “Hello Y/N, I’m Doctor Bradley and I’ll be delivering your baby today! It’s nice to meet you.” In all honesty, you weren’t really paying attention to what she was saying, your mind was still too focused on the fact that Juice wasn’t here.

That’s when you heard the nurse at the door speaking firmly, “I’m sorry sir, you can’t be in here right n-,” but you yelled over top of her, “Juice?! Juice is that you?!”

“Yeah it’s me Y/N! I’m here!” He drove all through the night to be there by your side.

You looked over at your doctor with panic in your eyes; Tara would let Juice in. “Please. Please. I need him in here with me. The father-“ your voice cracked, and you could see the look on her face soften as you spoke, “he- isn’t in the picture, he-” Another contraction broke your train of thought. Your whole body was on fire once again, and you couldn’t focus on anything except the excruciating pain.

Your doctor looked from you to the nurse, and the second Juice saw that nod of approval he was pushing his way through the door.

The guttural sounds you were making were pretty much the only thing you could hear, until Juice’s voice broke through. “Hey, hey, it’s okay Y/N, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” A wide grin cracked the stern look on your face as you reached your hand out. The instant Juice grabbed your hand you felt at home.

Another contraction hit and you squeezed his hand with so much strength that he winced. You were able to push through the pain once more, but immediately after you started giggling. Juice did a double take and asked, “Are you..are you laughing?” and your giggle grew into a full on laugh.

“You’re-you’re wincing-” you spoke through a string of short breaths, caused by both the pain you were in, and the fact that you couldn’t stop laughing, “I’m the- I’m the one- in labour- and you’re- YOU’RE wincing-” Once Juice realized that yes, his reaction was definitely comical, he started laughing right along with you. You even noticed a smile creep onto your doctor’s face.

This.

This right here is why you needed Juice by your side. It didn’t matter what you were going through, he always found a way, albeit sometimes unknowingly, to get you to the other side with a smile.

A mere half an hour later, although it felt like a hell of a lot longer than that to you, you were laying in your hospital bed with Juice by your side, cradling your new baby boy. Nothing in the world could have prepared you for just how incredible of a feeling that was. In that moment, as Juice had one arm around your shoulders, and his other hand gently stroking your son’s cheek, you knew that you would in fact, be just fine.

#you've got this #juice imagine #juice ortiz imagine #juan carlos ortiz imagine #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #juice ortiz #juan carlos ortiz #theo rossi #sons of anarchy #soa #samcro #redwood original #men of mayhem #fan fiction

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redisriding · 3 years

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Tell us about yourself!

Yikes! So I didn't really know where to begin with this one, Well I was born on the banks of the river... Nah! So I googled “fun get to know me questions” and the resulting questionnaire had 371 questions. I decided to answer the first 100!

Strap yourself in, because HERE WE GO!

1. What is your full name?

Red is Riding ;)

2. What does your name mean?

Funny story, so I actually created this alias to partake in some underground hedonistic activities. When I went to start my Tumblr I just decided to use the same one because I’m not very creative and didn’t want to make up a new one. I never thought that this blog would become as popular as it has, and now I couldn’t be bothered changing the name. It does make me laugh though, if only you people knew what I used to get up to under this alias.

3. Are you named after anyone?

Little Red Riding Hood?

4. Does your name make any interesting anagrams?

I don’t think so, but maybe someone smarter than me could figure it out.

5. If you had to change your first name, what would you change it to?

I would probably change my real first name if I could as unfortunately I share it with a reasonably well known facist.

6. Where are you from?

A small European country.

7. Where were you born?

In the capital city of that small European country.

8. Where did you grow up?

In the suburbs of the capital of that small European country.

9. Who did you look like growing up?

A member of the band Hanson, if they had red hair and wore those terrible 2000’s wire rimmed glasses.

10.What are your best characteristics?

Oh gosh, isn’t it embarrassing to talk about your good traits? Especially when the way you see yourself is often so different from the way others see you.

11.What are your favorite things about yourself?

Honestly, I’ve great boobs.

12.Which of your parents are you closest to?

Depends on my mood.

13.Which of your parents are you more like?

I think physically I’m more like my mother, but my character is closer to my father.

14.Are your grandparents still married?

Yep, on one side. On the other side my grandad is dead and has been for a very long time.

15.What relative was important to you growing up & why?

I guess my grandparents, they are the only members of the extended family I ever really saw growing up. I was never close to my uncles, and my aunts and cousins all live in different countries.

16.What is one thing that you’ve never revealed to your parents?

Anything about my love life, we just don’t talk about it. Ever!

17.What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender?

I’m actually not sure. I know they had lots of other traditionally female names picked out, but I don’t know any male names they had for me. I’m not sure if they knew early on if I was going to be a girl, would make sense though.

18.What do you call your grandparents?

I call one of my grandmother’s by her first name, and my grandad, grandad.

19.What is your best physical feature?

My boobs!…I have pretty eyes too.

20.What is your biggest accomplishment?

Probably getting into University and graduating top of my class.

21.What is your biggest fear?

Having all my joints simultaneously dislocate.

22.What is your biggest regret?

The way I’ve treated certain people over the years.

23.What is your eye colour?

Blue.

24.What inspires you?

Hope that tomorrow can be better.

25.What is the most important thing in your life?

My family, and my future.

26.What has required the most courage of you in your life so far?

Hummm, I’m really not sure about this one.

27.Who is your favourite actor?

I truly could not name a single actor.

28.Who is your favourite actress?

As above.

29.Who is your favourite celebrity?

I genuinely have no idea.

30.Who is your favourite musician?

Lorde has been getting me through this quarantine, but my favourite singer/band is/are Florence + the Machine. Maybe that dates me.

31.Who’s your favourite person in the world?

I can’t choose just one!

32.What is your favourite childhood memory?

I’m very lucky, I had a really marvellous childhood. I guess I have some great memories of playing with my brother as a child, but I’m not sure I have a favourite memory.

33.What is your favourite colour?

Teal.

34.What is your favourite cultural activity?

I love going to the theatre.

35.What is your favourite drink?

Water is the thing I drink most often. I don’t like tea or coffee, and I only drink alcohol in social settings not alone of an evening.

36.What is your favourite fairytale?

I’m actually not sure. I know it’s not quite the same but I was never allowed to watch the Disney princess films growing up (a lot of which are based on fairytales) so I can’t say I am particularly attached on any. Although, in answering this question I have remembered by blog name so I probably should say Little Red Riding Hood.

37.What is your favourite food?

Potatoes, they are so wonderfully versatile, I will never get bored eating them.

38.What is your favourite holiday destination?

There is so much of the world I have not yet seen and I cannot wait until we’re allowed to travel again. The last big trip I was on was to Canada, Vancouver, and it was amazing.

39.What is your favourite ice-cream flavour?

Ice cream does not agree with me at all, I always thought I was lactose intolerant because of it (I’m not), but I did love a pistachio ice cream as a kid.

40.What is your favourite music genre?

According to Spotify my most listened to genre is “alternative” whatever that means.

41.What is your favourite physical activity?

Hiking.

42.What is your favourite quote?

I don’t believe I have one. I do know someone who has “live laugh love” tattooed on their foot. Take from that what you will.

43.What is your favourite snack?

Tbh I don't really snack (am I coming across as awfully boring in these questions?) I love three big meals a day. I will eat an apple or something if I need something pre dinner.

44.What is your favourite song?

Either Fascination by Alphabeat, Prayer in C by Lily Wood and the Prick, and Robin Schulz, or Brimful of Asha by Cornershop, the Fat Boy Slim Remix. Those songs never fail to put me in a good mood when I need it.

45.What is your favourite sport?

To watch? Rugby. But I am OBSESSED with the Olympics, especially the winter olympics.

46.What is your favourite time of the day?

Early evening.

47.What is your favourite type of clothing?

Dresses…with pockets! Or jumpers, I love a big wooly jumper.

48.What is your favourite way to pass time?

Read.

49.What is the name of your favourite restaurant?

My favourite restaurant is called Dishoom, but unfortunately it has yet to make it to my little European country, so it’s a real treat if I get to eat there.

50.What is your all-time favourite town or city? Why?

I don’t have one.

51.What is your favourite candle scent?

Probably a classic vanilla, but not an overpowering one. The vanilla candle from IKEA is the NICEST.

52.What is your favourite social media channel?

Probably Twitter, although Tumblr is my place for escape.

53.Where’s your favourite place to take an out-of-town guest?

Ugh I hate being the one to choose where we go. I think it’s because I’m a Libra.

54.What was your favourite subject in High School?

Okay now this is a fun fact, I didn’t actually go to school. I was “Home Educated” which is ideologically different form being Home Schooled. There was no curriculum for me to follow so I could basically dick about doing whatever I wanted during the day. I did study Law which I really enjoyed, and I went onto study it at University.

55.What was your least favourite subject in High School?

Again see above. Although I do remember crying every time my father tried to teach me maths. To this day, I’m still not sure how to work out a percentage, let alone anything more advanced than that.

56.What was your favourite TV show when you were a child?

Sabrina the Teenage Witch (the Melissa Joan Heart version) or anything with Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen in it (have I dated myself again?)

57.What do you love about your favourite TV Show?

They were fun. I wanted to be them!

58.Are you scared of heights?

Nope, but I’m scared of falling and shattering all the bones in my legs.

59.Are you high maintenance?

Definitely not.

60.Are you more inclined to “build your own empire” or unleash the potential of others?

I don’t know what this means, but fuck imperialism.

61.Are you more likely to avoid conflict or engage it head-on?

Ugh, I hate conflict, like I go all trembly, but if there is something amiss I can’t not confront it.

62.Are you a dog person or cat person?

I really adore animals, I had hoped to get a cat during this long and lonely lockdown but my landlord wasn’t keen. If I had more time and space I would love to get a dog, it’s just not feasible in my life at the moment.

63.Are you a fan of any sports team?

Just my national team no matter what the sport.

64.Are you a good cook?

I like to think so.

65.Are you an early adopter or late-adopter?

Depends. I don’t always love change.

66.If you had more courage what would you do differently in your life now?

I don’t think having more courage would change anything in my life right now.

67.What is good about how you are living your life right now?

Oh gosh, I’m so incredibly lucky to have the like that I am living right now. Truly blessed, but at the same time, I have got here because of all my hard work and determination.

68.If you could eliminate one weakness or limitation in your life, what would it be?

I’m not sure if this strictly answers the question, but I wish I could be kinder and more sympathetic to people. I can be harsh on people I care about because I want to see them do well in life and get frustrated when they are doing things that so obviously curtails their ability. I’ve lost friends because of it.

69.Who has left the most impact on your life?

I don’t think I can name just one person.

70.What aspect of your life needs tremendous improvement?

My love life. It’s not existent. Truly. I don’t even have a far away crush on anyone at the moment. I desperately want to experience romantic love, but it’s scary and you have to allow yourself to be soft and vulnerable which is not something that I am very good at. I also have a lot of negative thoughts/self doubts about whether I am good enough to be in a relationship, or worthy enough for love. It’s stupid, obviously, everyone, flaws and all is worthy of love, but because of things that have happened/been said to me I do kind of have this negative chatter of “who could ever love me” or fear people thinking “god love the poor guy who ends up with her.” All that said, I have never actually met anyone who I’ve really liked, let alone anyone who has liked me back. The closest I’ve got, is I’ve been in lust twice in my life with guys, who objectively speaking, I would never think I would be attracted to.

71.What’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen in your life?

I’ve see a lot of weird things tbh, but the first one that springs to mind is that every year we used to go to these big gatherings of families who home educate their children. Now, there are two groups of people that tend to home educate their children 1) EXTREMELY religious families who don’t want their children going to secular schools, and 2) new age hippies who don’t want their children to have to conform to the rigours of school. When these two groups meet…it is interesting. The religious families usually have a lot of children (10+ in many cases), while the hippy families wander around semi-nude and breast feed their children until their grown (7+ years in many cases). So at these home education conferences, the hippy parents would be wandering around, leaky boobs out, and the religious babies would be wandering around because their parents have too many children to keep track of. Whenever one of these babies wandered within range of the hippy parents, they’d take them, and latch them onto their breasts. Absolutely bizarre stuff.

72.Who is the best teacher you’ve ever had?

Myself.

73.Who is the biggest pack rat you know?

I don’t know what this means.

74.Who is the first person you call when something exciting happens?

If it’s a big enough deal to call someone, I’ll call my parents, but usually if something exciting happens I’ll just message my friend group.

75.Who is the first person you call when something horrible happens?

Same as above.

76.Who is the worst boss you’ve ever had?

I had to sue her to get her and her husband to pay me for the work I did.

77.Can you close your eyes and raise your eyebrows?

Yep? Can you not?

78.Can you do a split?

No, but I want to learn! I have really tight hamstrings so that would be good to stretch them.

79.Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

No. Can you?

80.Can you whistle?

Yeah.

81.Can you dance?

Everyone can dance, the question is whether you can dance well or not! I have no rhythm or style, but get me on a dance floor and I’ll bop my socks off.

82.Do you remember your dreams?

Sometimes.

83.Do you save old greeting cards and letters? Throw them away?

I save them for a while, but I’m not overly sentimental.

84.Do you sing in the shower?

Never.

85.Do you sleep with the lights on or off?

Off.

86.Do you spell the colour as grey or gray?

Grey you weirdo!

87.Do you take any pills or medication daily?

Never.

88.Do you prefer kissing or cuddling?

I like kissing because it’s hot and fiery and I think I’m reasonably good at it. Cuddling is the best but it’s something I struggle with as I find it far too intimate. See my answer to Q70.

89.Do you prefer that people shoot straight with you or temper their words? Why?

Hit me between the eyeballs with the truth, please! I just like people who are clear and direct about their intentions, it means everyone knows where they stand.

90.Do you prefer Titanic or The Notebook?

I saw a black and white documentary about the Titanic when I was a very small child (maybe about 5 or 6) and for a long time I thought that was the movie Titanic! I have seen neither the real film Titanic nor the Notebook, although from what I know of the latter I don’t think it would be my thing.

91.Do you have a catchphrase?

I don’t think so, but maybe people in my life would be better at answering this question. What is it that I say a lot?

92.Do you have a garden?

I wish!

93.Do you have a hidden dream that you’ve never shared with anyone?

I’m taking this to mean a goal or aspiration, and not something that I have subconsciously dreamed and been too embarrassed to share? I would love to write a book one day. I’m work on something periodically but I’m not sure if anything will ever come from it, a gal can dream though!

94.Do you have a tattoo?

None! I’m kind of a commitment-phobe, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed?

95.Do you have a whole lot of acquaintances or just a few very close friends? Why?

Both! I know lots of people in passing, but the people I consider actual friends, who know what is going on in my life at any given time, I could count on my fingers.

96.Do you have any allergies?

Not that I’m aware of…

97.Do you have any birthmarks? If so, where?

I used to have one on my back, but it’s faded as I’ve aged.

98.Do you have pets?

Not at the moment.

99.Do you hold any convictions that you would be willing to die for?

That is a big question. I think however, if there was a guarantee, that sacrificing my life would make the lives of others immeasurably better, I would be scarified. I have plenty of convictions that I’m willing to protest/riot/go to prison for.

100.Do you carry a donor card?

Bit ominous after Q99 but yes I do, and my driver’s licence states that I’m a donor.

I’m not sure if this is at all what you were hoping for in asking this, but I honestly had the best fun answering these questions! :)

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