#my guy says that and then 10 seconds later is like. well that won't hold forever. whats my plan? that was it.
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Guardian of the Eastern Gate and the One Entrusted with a Flaming Sword by God: Principality Aziraphale
#good omens spoilers#gos2spoilers#good omens season 2#good omens#good omens 2#aziraphale#goodomensedit#gifs#og post#i can't stop thinking about aziraphale so confident and badass saying “i'm prepared to take defensive measures”#and then just. being so useless#my guy says that and then 10 seconds later is like. well that won't hold forever. whats my plan? that was it.#it didn't even last you thirty goddamned seconds aziraphale???#what were the candles for? nothing. to look threatening i guess#shout out to nina for being like. hey. what the fuck man#but still having the kindness to go. well obviously we won't throw fiction#king couldn't hold off more than 10 lowest level demons on his own without committing a war crime#needed humans to come up with plans for him#anyway. this is my first time making a gifset#sorry if it sucks. i don't know what the standards are for gifsets. i followed a tutorial#and reused the same color adjustments for every gif <- lazy
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concept. you get pregnant, then convince me, another trans guy, to get pregnant too. then you bully me about it.
hmm... i'm imagining i convince you to get pregnant not long before i go into labor... maybe when im five months, and already huge because i'm having quints? i give birth at about 30 weeks, and 2 weeks later we find out you're 6 weeks pregnant. by the time you're 10 weeks, i'm pregnant again. but i'm showing before you are, so i make fun of you for that. turns out i'm having sextuplets this time, and you're having a singleton that turns out to be huge, though you're never quite as big as i am. you make it to 42 weeks, and i make it to 32 weeks, so we give birth at just about the same time.
but for your entire pregnancy, i make sure you're eating foods that will make your baby the most active. when we're in public i'll very discreetly shine my phone flashlight on your belly, or i'll draw attention to it by probing it with my fingers to get your baby to move around — the latter making you nervous helps too. and, maybe your baby already would have been an active one, but either way, ultimately my efforts pay off, and you end up with a belly that is moving almost constantly, the movement visible regardless of whether you're wearing a shirt that covers your whole belly or not.
and of course, more and more you go out wearing clothing that doesn't really fit. it's honestly shocking how much bigger it makes you look, when i'm standing there next to you in clothing that DOES fit. even with my belly always being bigger than yours, if you're wearing a shirt that doesn't fit, you always look nearly as big as i am at least. buttondowns that are barely holding together do a lot to emphasize your size, especially if some of the buttons accidentally pop off. the best that i found was when we went to the mall together in cute matching patterned buttondowns in our second trimester, mine fitting very well, despite my belly already looking like i was overdue with triplets at only 17 weeks, and yours fitting so poorly over your 26 week belly that of the buttons that we even managed to do, all but two burst open within about 45 minutes. the one remaining, of course, was the one between your belly and bust and the second one down starting at the collar, between which yawned your tender, engorged tits, which were basically one poorly timed step from spilling out the entire time. (you don't own any maternity bras, of course.)
also, as my body is more accustomed to pregnancy, you start waddling before i do, which i can't get enough of. i'll often use my larger belly as an excuse to have you bring me stuff, just to see your newly-massive ass wobbling over to it and your heavy steps as you slowly turn around. i also don't stop lactating between the last pregnancy and this one, and because i'm careful not to leak in public, i always have a breast pump in my bag... but when you start needing to pump (which i make sure is as early as possible) i say that i havent sterilized it, so it would be unsafe for you to use it. you waddle around with constantly engorged, leaky tits, leaving wet spots on all of your shirts.
don't worry, i'll make sure to talk just a little too loudly about how you're only having one when people ask how many you're having. i'll make sure to tell them you're two weeks overdue with a huge 15 pound baby, too. and don't worry about trying to hide it either, they'll be able to tell you're pregnant nice and early, since i'm make sure your baby is active all the time. and after that... you won't be empty for long, either 😈
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@ashrifts said: "3, 2, 1..." for hanma i GUESS 🙄
Send "3,2,1..." for a new years kiss from my muse
Hanma makes no effort to disguise the fact that he's mainly here for the booze and food over anything else. Which, by all signs that he's seen, seems to be acceptable enough. The fact Hanma has bothered to show up at ALL is more surprising than anything else ; he's a man who ultimately obeys himself before anyone else. Even Tetta Kisaki cannot wrangle him into obedience. Hanma just happens to find his plots fun most of the time. His obedience is contractual to his interest. This event just happens to hold the promise that something funny might happen. Alcohol plus guys who like to right tends to make for an interesting combination.
Although, for how tall he is and the presence he carries, no one can seem to quite pin down the moment the reaper had appeared at the new years eve party decked out in leather and paired with a wolfish grin. Few really care anyways.
So he enjoys the drinks and food, and flashes a particularly sly grin and mocking wink when he catches Ran's scowl across the room at one point in the night just because he knows it'll rile up the older Haitani. It's quickly forgotten though and perhaps it's one last blessing from the old year that Hanma doesn't decide to cross the room to directly antagonize Ran as a source of entertainment. He lets him be and minds his own business.
Or maybe it's one last elaborate trap of the year.
Time stretches and melts together, and before Hanma knows it, the final seconds of the year are approaching. He has no particularly interest in participating in the silly traditions. He'd one it before, but there's little interest. At least, not until he sees who exactly has ended up right next to him. And then his mouth parts into a hyena grin. Well now, this was too good of an opportunity to waste.
Punishment reaches out, draping across Ran's shoulder as he turns his attention solely onto Ran. " Well fancy that ~ Christmas time and New Years? That's seeming like a bit more than chance, Ran. " Hanma draws out, leaning down a bit more to be closer to the other man's level by his ear. " What was that you said? Using holidays as excuses? If you wanted a kiss, you could just say so. "
The countdown strikes 10, but Hanma withdraws is arm, fingertips ghosting cross Ran's spine as he lets his hand fall away. It's rather deceptive, because it seems like Hanma is going to let Ran escape from the moment. It's nothing more than cruel offering, like a cat lifting its paw to let the mouse see freedom but not quite letting go. Because moments later, the same hand comes by to cup under Ran's jaw, fingers holding him captive.
The countdown hits one and Hanma bends to crush their lips together. Yet for as carefree as he makes it seem, there's nothing careless about, nothing clumsy or awkward or off the mark about it. He grins against Ran's softer lips, careless to the cheers that erupt around them as the new year is rung in. The final and first moments belong to the reaper, and that cannot be changed. It might not matter in the grand scheme of everything. Neither he nor Ran view such acts with childish, romanticized sentimentality as far as he's aware. But that doesn't crush the smug streak of satisfaction.
There is the temptation to turn this into a fight in its own right - of lips and teeth and blood that colors their lips. But he withholds ( this time ) from that particular path , though that by no means is to say that its soft or sweet. It isn't. Hanma kisses with command, Sin sneaking to rest a hand against his waist. His tongue slides along Ran's lip, swiping away any traces of alcohol and pressing his lips open. ( It's almost disappoint he doesn't need to pull those handy braids to make it easier. )
Could Ran bite his tongue? Yeah. And he wouldn't put it past him either. But such risks have never dissuaded Hanma and they should both know it won't dissuade Hanma. If anything, the violence will only have him more active. Ran got to have his fun, now it's Hanma's turn as he deepens the kiss further, till his head feels fuzzy and he pulls away with a grin.
" Happy New Years, Ran ~ "
But that isn't quite where Hanma leaves it. Because he knows damn well Ran likes to have the last say or spit out a barbed comment. He expects it, and when Ran goes to say something, Hanma utilizes his height and forcefully pulls Ran forward against him to seal their lips together a second time that night. This one is a little rougher, a tease of teeth and demand before he pulls back. For a moment he holds Ran still in his hand, licking his own lips before he lets go of Ran with a Cheshire cat smile.
" There you go Ran ~ " Hanma coos, voice rich with satisfaction. "Now you're the only one hiding kisses behind holidays. "
#ashrifts#2 for 1 moment deal#Hanma's SO SMUG#who's the coward hiding behind holidays now?#not him! <3#᛭ — [IC] death follows in the wake of the reaper [SHUJI HANMA]
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"10 Seconds"........🎵
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"You got ten seconds..."
"Aight, I know this won't mean much to you, but I really am sorry. What I did was crazy as hell...Just wrong on so many levels. You didn't deserve any of it. You were the perfect package Dana, so don't think otherwise with the next guy. This was all on me."
"Wow...." *looks at him like he lost his damn mind* "While I appreciate the first apology you've ever given to me, you're absolutely right...It means nothing. You may feel bad but, you ain't sorry. You slept with my sister behind my back for years!!!! She's two months pregnant!! There's no sorry with that!" *gets closer* "I just want to know WHY? Why waste six years of my time? Why give me a fuckin ring? Hell, did you ever love me??"
"......." *deafening silence*
"You owe me the truth, Sean!" *trying to hold back emotion*
"I really did care for you, Dana. I just thought feelings would gradually get deeper. Like I said, you were the perfect package. You were good for me and everyone around you. The team and their wives loved you. The whole family dynamic fit. I'm not the only one to look at a relationship like this. I know a few guys in the league that feel the same way about their wives. Don't they say marriage is a business contract anyway?"
"Wow...Just wow...." *shaking her head*
"I know that sounded harsh but, I really did try."
"Well, at what point did you stop? How many years back? Or did you stop when you realized your heart was with her?"
"......" *deafening silence again*
"Humph..." *chuckles* "...That's what I thought. Look, I'm about to go upstairs and get the rest of my things. Now if you would please leave so I can do this? The keys to the house and your car will be on the table."
"You can keep it, Dana. I bought it for you."
"I'm good. I just want to get my things and never look back."
Later on...........
*hears the elevator* "I'm in the kitchen, Sean! Whatever it is you have to say, you have ten seconds to do it."
To Be Continued..........
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Voiceplay Visuals: Sleeping In The Cold Below
If I had a nickel for every time Voiceplay did a song from a videogame, featuring Omar Cardona and arranged by Geoff...
(Well, this was actually a co-arrangement between Geoff and Rob Dietz, but my point still stands! 😝)
Voiceplay's video for Sleeping In The Cold Below was uploaded on the 17th of February, 2024 (which for me typing this, was yesterday), and the song comes from an "action role-playing third-person shooter multiplayer online game" called Warframe, originally released in 2013. I know buggerall about the game, and have never heard the original song before, but as we should all know by now, that doesn't matter when it comes to Voiceplay! I'm very excited to break this one down, so let's get into it!
Very cool mask things! (But also I'm glad they were only for the opening (and closing) shots)
Apparently this was filmed at some place called Optiview 360, and the name checks out tbh, because those are some very cool wall and floor effects, which I will be pointing out multiple times in this post!
(Also very niche little fun fact: the guys are in the exact same lineup order as they were for Dream On and Whiskey In The Jar: Geoff-Eli-Omar-Cesar-Layne!)
The contact lenses were definitely a great touch for this video, I must say
Cesar is wearing two different coloured contact lenses, because apparently he (and Omar too) couldn't decide which colour to go with (valid), and in fact Cesar and Omar are wearing one each of two pairs! (So basically their contact lenses match up)
Geoff's hair looks greyer than usual here, and I can't for the life of me figure out whether it was coloured grey for the video, or if it's just the lighting, or if this is more of his natural colour nowadays. I'm certainly not complaining though, and I'll just have to wait for more videos from him and Voiceplay this year to hopefully figure it out!
Also, even though I love his hazel eyes, whether you can actually see a tinge of green in them or whether they just look a dark-chocolate-brown colour, I'm not gonna lie, the contacts he's wearing here are really doing things for me 👀👌
(And his outfit in this video seems to fit *really well* on him and he looks fantastic in it okay bye)
Eli's wearing two different coloured contacts as well! (This Is Halloween flashbacks anybody?)
This is almost pure-white lighting, and I reckon this is his natural hair colour at the current moment. You can definitely see his grey-white streak here, and his hair does still have a notable bit of brown to it, but it's almost definitely getting greyer (embrace it! Love it! I know I sure do!)
(Actually I might do a Geoff hair study for this video, but later, and not as part of this post)
Everyone is now unmasked, and more cool background visuals!
Swear I won't point out every single background change in this video, because there seem to be a fair amount of them, but still! So many cool ones!
Notice Omar's different coloured contacts as well!
Is that a freaking black hole?
"It can hurt you, it can hold you, he can kick you or console you"
(Not shown here are Cesar's cool little head movements during the third shot pictured above)
Omar's got some moves! (Also background change yet again!)
Layne looking like he knows full well that he's just showing off at this point 😝😁
Complete and utter superstars!!!
(Also that hand next to/under the head movement is definitely on my list of "movements I mimic when (re)watching Voiceplay videos")
I mean WOW!
Also the background design changes at least 18 times, that's quicker than once every 10 seconds!
I loved this song and video so much I rewatched it almost immediately after my first watch, and then that night, I went and rewatched it again two more times! And honestly I'd have to say that out of all the videogame song covers Voiceplay has done (Enemy, Halo Theme, Dragonborn Comes, etc), this is 100% my favourite! Everything about this cover and video is so absolutely top-notch high quality, and the song absolutely slaps! Well done Voiceplay, you've knocked it out of the park again! Honestly the fact that they're just an independent acapella group on YouTube blows my mind sometimes.
So I'm finally up-to-date on all the full-length Voiceplay videos that I wanted to talk about, although by the time you're reading this, there will probably be a brand new Voiceplay video (edit from future me: there's not),But for now? Well either tomorrow or the day after (depending on whether there's a new VP video to talk about first (there ain't)), you will be seeing a handful of "Voiceplay-Adjacent Visuals" posts, where I'll be talking about the visuals of some of Geoff's solo videos! But that's all for now, and stay tuned!
#voiceplay#acapella#sleeping in the cold below#geoff castellucci#eli jacobson#layne stein#cesar de la rosa#omar cardona
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My Immortal/ 10
Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader
Word count- 3k
Includes- protective Hwa, violence, sex, missionary, riding, love making
This is the last chapter of this Seonghwa fanfic. Hongjoong's is the next fic in this series and it should be released in September - October 2022.
Series Masterlist
Seonghwa POV
I don't know what the hell is going on or what I walked into
I was on stage, Hongjoong talking to ATINYS when I heard her yelling and a crash
It wasn't loud for human ears but all of us heard it
I slowly backed away from the stage and once I was out of sight, I ran to her immediately
Nothing could prepare me for seeing her holding the slayer against the wall by the neck, two other people sitting on the couch and one unconscious man on the floor
But I could tell, from her body language she was about to kill the slayer
She hasn't killed anyone ever and I won't let her start now
I got her to let go of the slayer's neck and she backs away
Ok good
I turn to the slayer, grab her neck and slam her against the wall
"I won't let her kill you but I have no problem killing you", I growl, "Jagi what's going on?"
"She came with her little band of friends to come kill you and me"
I narrow my eyes at the slayer and ask, "Why?"
"Because she's pissed off that I was a slayer and chose to be a vampire to be with you"
I raise my eyebrow
How is that any of her business?
"We had a whole chat about it with her throwing accusations around and not getting anything I was saying. Then she got mad, tried to hit me and well I hit her, she went flying into the table and I choked her. Then you came"
I nod, so angry
And honestly terrified that this girl came to hurt my baby
The slayer tries to hit me but I catch her hand, shoving it down
"You want another broken arm?", I snarl
She narrows her eyes but shakes her head
"Then stop moving or I will snap your neck"
She glares at me but she does stop moving
Good, she should listen and maybe I'll let her live
"What the fuck is happening?", Hongjoong yells, coming in with the guys and the girls
"Slayer tried to kill Joanne and wants to kill me", I answer, "And probably all of you too"
"Another slayer?", Hongjoong whines, "We had enough with Jo all those years ago"
"Hey!", she barks, "I never hurt any of you!"
"Anyway didn't you tell her to stay away from you like last week?", Yeosang asks
"Yeah but she didn't listen. Obviously", Joanne answers
"So what should we do?", Yunho asks
I think for a few seconds
I don't really want a body on our hands right now even though I'm enraged this girl tried to hurt my jagi
"Oohhh", I hear a moan behind me
"Giles!", a girl's voice calls
"Who is Giles?", Jongho asks
"The guy on the floor", Joanne answers, "Her watcher"
I stiffen and rage flies into me hearing the word watcher
It just reminds me of Joseph and the image of the stake in her chest flies into my head
I push the images away, focusing on the present
"Is he awake?", Joanne asks
"Uh yeah", Mingi answers
"Oh ok. I have to compel him. Don't let him kill himself"
Ok she's going to have to explain that later
"Hwa just let her go", Hongjoong says
"She tried to kill my wife. Again"
"Please! She was never even close!", Joanne calls
Still
She came here with the intention to kill my jagi
"Look, let her and them go this time. If she comes back then you can kill them all", Yunho suggests
Joanne comes back to my side , "I compelled the three of her friends to kill themselves if she tries to find any of us again"
I nod
Alright
I want to kill her and if we weren't in the middle of a concert I would
It's her lucky day
Looking at the slayer, I tell her, "If you ever come back, if you ever hurt her, I will kill every one you love and make you watch"
Her eyes widen, fear in them
Good
She should be afraid
I have no problem wiping anyone off the face of this earth for my jagi
"I will kill these three here, their whole families, your whole family, anyone you ever spoken to, looked at, I will kill them and then I will slowly kill you. Do you understand?"
She nods
"Nothing will stop me. If I don't have her, I have nothing to lose. You will die, everyone you know will die. That's not a question. So for the last time, do not ever come back. Do not try to find us. Stay away. Understand?"
I loosen my hand around he throat so she can answer
"Yes", she chokes out
"Good"
I pull my arm back, punching her in the face hard, knocking her out
"Buffy!", the older man calls
Buffy?
That's her name?
What kind of name is that?
I let go of her and she drops to the floor
"No fair Hwa! You get to hit her but I can't?", Joanne whines
I turn to her, pulling her into my arms, hugging her tightly, kissing her forehead
"I'm sorry jagi. If she comes back you can hit her", I promise
"Ok", she answers
"Let me get to her!", I hear the man yelling
I face the watcher, walking to him, San and Wooyoung blocking him from moving
They stand aside for me
"You're her watcher?", I ask, pissed off
He nods, scared
"You heard what I told her?"
"About you killing everyone she's ever known? Yes I heard that"
I narrow my eyes
This is no time for him to try to be funny
"I hate watchers", I snap, "A fucking watcher killed my wife. Tried to convince her I could compel her to love me. Tried to tell her I didn't love her when that is the complete opposite of how I felt then and now."
He stares at me, not moving and not saying any stupid quips
Good
"I'm not killing you right now so you can keep your slayer in check. You take her and keep her away from us. I can't compel her to leave us alone so you're going to have to keep tabs on her"
"You can't compel her?", he asks
Oh god this again
"What is it with you watchers and not telling your slayers they can't be compelled?", I snap
"What are you talking about?"
He really doesn't know?
"What kind of watcher are you? Slayers cannot be compelled. It's one of their abilities. That is why it's your job to keep her away from us"
"I did not....I was not told of that. Many of the vampires she fights are new world and do not have the compulsion power."
Guess the watchers council is still the shit show it was hundreds of years ago
"Well now you know. Take her and get the fuck out"
He nods, running past me to the slayer
Joanne walks over to the two on the couch and tells them they can get up and leave
They run to the watcher and slayer, helping him lift the slayer, then rush out of the room
I listen to their footsteps until I can't hear them anymore
Then I immediately go back to her
"Jagi-", I call, taking her hand, the panic still running through me
"Baby I'm ok", she says
"Are you sure? She didn't hurt you?"
She giggles, "No Hwa. I heard her and her friends from a mile away. I disarmed and compelled them in under a minute. They were never going to hurt me or you"
I nod, but inside I'm still scared
And worried
They came all the way here from Sunnydale just to kill her and me
This watcher could find a way around the compulsion and the slayer could come back
She seems to hate Joanne and me, most likely because Joanne was a slayer and I'm the vampire who turned her
"Hwa", she says softly, touching my face
I move my gaze to hers, in her eyes
"I am fine Hwa. Nothing happened and nothing will ok?"
Moving my hand to hers, I hold on to it
"Ok. But come with me? Stay near me?", I ask
"But you have to go on stage", she says
"Stay at the side of the stage where I can see you. Please"
She nods, "Ok Hwa. I will"
"Ok", I agree
"You have to get changed baby. Finish the concert"
I nod, taking her hand and leading her with me
She stays next to me while I change and the stylists fix my hair and makeup
Leading her to the stage, I lean down and press a kiss to her lips
"I love you", I tell her
"I love you", she says, smiling softly, "Now go be amazing"
I smile softly, "I will jagi"
I really don't want to go on stage and leave her here
I want to be wrapped up with her in the hotel room, holding her tightly
Instead I take a breath, push the panic down, let her hand go and walk on stage
----------------------------------------------------
"Hwa what's wrong?", she asks, sitting next to me on the bed
She takes my hand, her other running through my hair, worry on her face
"You're being very quiet. Are you mad? Did I do something wrong?"
"No jagi. Never"
I know I've been quiet since the concert ended, having her at my side every second
I'm just terrified something is going to happen to her
The slayer completely blindsided me
Just the thought of losing her....I can't....I don't even want to think about it
"Baby please. Talk to me"
I look at her, the tears in my eyes making her image blurry
"Don't cry Hwa", she whispers, wiping my eyes, "Tell me what's bothering you"
"I just....I'm scared"
"Of what baby?"
"Being without you", I answer, "I'm scared something is going to happen to you"
Her face softens, softly stroking my cheek, "Nothing is going to happen baby. Kinda a super vamp over here"
I know she is but still, she's not permanently immortal
None of us are
Nothing is truly immortal
"I know baby but...it's just....now I get why you were so upset when she attacked me. Why you were worried and scared. I'm scared she going to come back"
"She's not baby", she shakes her head, "I compelled her friends to kill themselves if she even mentions trying to find us"
I know but I tell her my fears anyway
"What if the watcher finds a way around the compulsion? Or tries to break it?"
"Hwa" she says softly, "You know that isn't possible. Only I can undo the compulsion. It won't stop even if I die"
I know but right now my mind is coming up with anything to worry about
Today just really scared me
No one has ever actively come after her or me
This time nothing happened but next time we might not be so lucky
And the thought of being without her for even a nanosecond....no
I can't
She hugs me tightly, rubbing my back
"Don't worry baby, nothing will happen to us. I'll always protect you and I know you'll always protect me"
"Always", I whisper wrapping my arms around her and holding her tightly
"Nothing happened today baby ok, so please don't worry. I'm here. You're here. We're ok"
I nod
She's right
We're both fine, we're both here together
This has shaken me and I need to be more alert from now on
She's my jagi and I will keep her safe
She pulls back, looking in my eyes, her hand on my cheek, "Ok baby?"
"Yeah", I answer softly
"I love you Seonghwa"
"I love you Joanne. Always"
She smiles softly, then leans forward, her lips against mine
I kiss her back hard, passionately, so grateful that she's here and I can kiss her
Her hand move into my hair, softly running through the strands and sending shivers down my spine
Her other hand moves under my shirt, touching my back
I moan at her touch, loving how her small hands feel on me
Over five hundred years together and her touch is still the best thing I've ever felt and still effects my body like nothing else
Moving my hands to her waist, I slide them up, pushing her shirt up and feeling her soft smooth skin
She pulls away so I can get her shirt and bra off, then she takes me shirt off
I grab her, turning her and laying her on the bed, hovering over her
Moving my head down, I kiss her, her arms around me, both of her hands on my back this time
She slowly moves her hands down, her fingers lighting up every nerve in my body
When she gets to my pants, she pushes them and my boxers down
I get out of them quickly then relieve her of her pants and panties
Her legs open for me, her hands on my hips, pulling me to her
Sheathing my length inside her, she stretches around me, moaning in pleasure
Wrapping my arm around her, I lift her slightly, her skin against mine
Slowly I pull back, then enter her again slowly
Keeping up the momentum, I make love to her, sliding in and out of her, feeling her clench me hard as my head brushes against her spot every stroke
"Seonghwa", she moans, her fingers gripping my back hard, "Baby, oh god, baby. Don't stop"
I'm not stopping
It feels too good, she feels amazing
Leaning down, I press my lips against her neck, her moans getting louder
I know the spots she loves the best and I keep kissing her, running my tongue on her skin, sucking on her neck as I move my hand around her breast, squeezing softly
"Seonghwa, oh god, Hwa"
Moving into her, I make sure I'm rubbing her clit at the same time, all of me just wanting to pleasure her
Her pussy spasms around me, drenching me in her wetness
She's close and I move a little faster, into her spot
Her body arches as she yells my name, her pussy, squeezing my length as she cums on me
"Seonghwa!"
I breathe hard, the pleasure from her orgasm mind blowing
Always fucking amazing
I keep moving, making her orgasm last longer
Making her feel better
"Oh Hwa", she moans, shaking under me as the last of her orgasm dissipates
Her arms hug me to her as she rolls us over
I'm still inside her as she sits up
Her body moves immediately, rocking and grinding on my dick, my head against her spot, her pussy squeezing around my length over and over
"Fuck jagi", I whisper, holding her hips hard, my eyes on her body, feeling the pleasure she's giving me
My beautiful jagi
I can stare at her for hours and not get tired
Her movements change to small bounces, up and down my cock, leaving me soaked with every move
She leans back, her hand on my leg, riding my cock perfectly
"Seonghwa", she moans, moving a little faster
"Baby fuck. You feel so good", I praise her, "My perfect baby"
I reach for her hand, taking it and lacing our fingers together
She holds on tightly, making me smile
I move my hand to her, my thumb against her clit, rubbing softly
She whimpers loudly, biting her lip and looking so fucking sexy
"Cum on me jagi. Please", I beg, wanting to feel that pleasure so much
She moves a few more times, rubbing her spot on my head
Her body trembles as she moans and I watch her cum
Her chest heaving as she calls my name, the immense pleasure her pussy is giving me is all pushing me over the edge
Ecstasy takes over my body and she keeps riding me as I cum inside her, prolonging my orgasm
"Joanne, baby girl. Fuck", I moan, gripping her hips hard, feeling her perfect pussy suck and milk my cum into her, "Don't stop baby, fuck keep going. It feels so good"
I feel her throb around me faster, her hand gripping my leg hard
When the pleasure ebbs away, I sink into the bed trying to catch my breath
She moves off me, laying next to me and I turn to my side to face her
She smiles at me and I can't help smile back
Running my fingers through her hair, I tell her, "I love you. I can't live without you jagi"
She moves closer to him, her arm around my body, "You don't have to baby. It's you and me. Together. Literally forever"
A smile bursts on my face, "Yeah jagi. Me and you. Forever"
"Always Hwa. We'll always be together. We will get through anything and everything together. I'll follow you anywhere and I'll be by your side forever"
I nod, "Me too baby. I'll always be right next to you and I'll always protect you. Always."
"I love you so much Hwa"
"I love you so much Jo. More than anything in the world"
I know she knows this
I tell her everyday of our lives
I will always tell her and make sure she feels my love every day
She presses her lips to mine, kissing me deeply
I sigh into the kiss, feeling her love for me
It awes me every time
She gave up everything for me and she never made me feel bad about anything
She doesn't regret anything and neither do I
She really is my everything, my life and I wouldn't change that for anything
"Sleep time", she says when the kiss ends, cuddling into me and laying in my arms
"Night jagi", I tell her, kissing the top of her head
"Night baby", she says sleepily
Watching her as she falls asleep, I thank whoever is out there that I met her and that she willingly wants to be with me forever
I always knew from the second I met her that she's my one and I will do everything in my power to keep her safe and to love her every moment of everyday
She's right, it's me and her forever
Me and my jagi
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Some more about Marlene & Jake and boundaries
Jake has pretty clear boundaries to respect. The others do too but it's less...you have less chances to stumble into them by mistake I'd say?
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With Jake and his SOs, they have to understand, even if he did some progress there, that he won't be as physically affectionate as most people.
Frenchie understood it pretty well, so did Layla. He just had to tell them that he didn't like it/it made him uncomfortable without going into more detail and they respected it. Layla had Steven and Marc for that, so she had no problem not being physically affectionate with Jake.
Frenchie made sure to respect Jake's boundaries even though he did miss that kind of intimacy. Jake ended up trying to work through some of his touch anxiety in therapy and with both of them for Frenchie.
After almost two years of work, he was able to be physically affectionate for more than 10 seconds, but he still needed a heads-up and not being taken by surprise. And it usually didn't last more than a handful of minutes. If they were cuddling on the couch, he had to move, not stay in the same position for too long, but it was mostly alright. He still got anxious, but it was manageable, not that overwhelming panic anymore.
Marlene, of course, had been with Marc so she didn't know about that. Jake told her pretty early on since she was very handsy. With her, he told her the closest thing from the truth, and the earliest than any of his previous relationships. He had been as honest as he could be so she could understand.
When she said 'you weren't like that before'
He responded 'some memories came back to me, few years ago, they're really bad ones'
All this was technically true, while still making Jake look like he was Marc, and still giving the message across that it was pretty serious. She was studying psychology, she should know about repressed memories right ?
She did seem to get it, at first. Then later on she seemed to behave like she had forgotten what he told her, like his boundaries with physical intimacy were some new quirks, that he was just being difficult.
Every time she touched him without warning and he tensed up, or he told her to move after she had been sitting on him for more than 5 minutes, she rolled her eyes, or sighted loudly or made a snide comment. And she'd do it again.
Jake hated making - visibly - a fuss, especially out in public. He could hold her clothes, the fabric in the little of her back, the sleeves of her shirts, so they'd still be close while walking together. He thought it'd be enough. But she often grabbed his hand, and held it until he had to slid it away - and then crossed his arms so she wouldn't grab it again.
She started to question him, saying he didn't love her enough, that he was ashamed of her, that her friends' boyfriends didn't do that sort of things.
She invited him to outings with her friends, and told him to not be 'so cold' in front of them, to not embarass her.
Jake was at a loss with what to do, he thought not going at his own pace would be counterproductive. He didn't want to regress there, he didn't want his panic attacks to come back.
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So he tried explaining it to her again. She seemed to get it, she didn't push for more physical affection...for a while. And then it was all back to square one. Where she was physical with him whenever she wanted, and if he said something or pushed her away she would roll her eyes, whine or sulk.
Marlene 'Why can't we just hold hands, you're telling me that's too much for you?'
Jake 'I can hold hands, just...not as much as you want. I'm doing my best, it's still difficult for me okay ?'
Marlene 'What could possibly have happened since we dated that you can't even hold hands? You're not the only army guy I've known, or even the only guy in the black market, none of them had that.'
Jake 'Yeah, well life's experiences different. Told you it wasn't about the army...'
Marlene 'So where was it? Did you get abused as a child or what?'
Jake barely felt something break in his hand, what had he been holding? A...glass? A glass of...oh a glass of wine. His thoughts seemed far away, echoing in his head. He was thinking things but he couldn't remember them as soon as they came out. Marlene wasn't in front of him anymore, she moved? Did she say something else?
He felt the familiar fog plaguing his mind, he felt his grip loosening.
No! He couldn't leave! They didn't know he was with her, they couldn't know. They'd be so mad, they wouldn't understand!
...
Coming into an unfamiliar place again, brilliant, just what he needed today. He didn't miss that at all. The apartment was well lit, and big. There was a blonde woman he could see in the kitchen.
Ow
His hand was burning. The sharpness of the pain came to him in an instant.
Bloody hell
He looked at his right hand, it was bleeding. A lot. Blood dripping down on the carpet underneath. Big shards of glass were still in their hand. A glass of wine in pieces.
Ow ow ow bloody...fuck it hurts
Steven had to take those pieces of glass immediately off of their hand and clean this up and...
Marlene : 'honey...oh my god what did you do?'
...ask Jake a lot of questions.
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the state this relationship is
the state that you've acknowledged it is in
the contributions you've taken full responsibility and accountability for
the effect you've recognised verbally
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the standalone situation:
we tell each other about our days, lying in bed together after work. we both have a headache and are both tired. you know im suffering more than usual today because i told you. i know you have a headache.
i say i want to take a nap, but i also recognise that neither of us have eaten and if i take a nap now it's just going to be a sleep.
you say let's take a 30 min nap, if we're both napping then ill be accountable for getting back up too
i say i won't nap, bc i won't want to get up again
you say ok well i will set a timer and nap and get up after
timer goes off
you don't wake up
timer rings for over 10 seconds
you get up, pick up your phone and turn it off.
you go back to sleep.
i don't say anything bc maybe you've set a second timer
20 minutes later i check your phone
there's no timer
I set 1 for 1 minute
it goes off, you're awake
it takes you 10 minutes to even fully open your eyes
i start getting impatient
i say "if you wanted to sleep you could have just said so instead of telling me the opposite"
you don't respond, you are fighting to be awake
after another 10 minutes of underminimal response i get annoyed
"im no longer sleepy bc i thought you were getting up so i stayed up so we could eat together
now i get to be upset and im not allowed to be because you have a headache"
you say "i told you i had a headache, i would've thought you would be more understanding"
i say "this is exactly what i mean"
you start getting annoyed at me. you say "we're going to have to reschedule this conversation because i don't want to say anything mean"
i start getting more upset
you start getting more defensive
i say "my feelings are only valid the next day"
you say "i can't help you with that"
context:
you often don't communicate what you actually want and instead promise something you can't deliver
this always leads to disappointment and every time it happens it feels like I'm feeling the weight of every single other time it's happened because of how long it's gone unaddressed
how i feel about you and sleep is that you sleeping is used against me so you sleeping through alarms and conveniently foregoing any prior commitments is a common pain point for me
you getting mad at me because im upset by something you did is also a common pain point and im always left to wait until it's been at least several hours for you to be open to acting like im not the villain. this has left me with ptsd about expressing emotions bc it won't get addressed and ill have to deal with being the bad guy for the next however long it takes for you to stop being a cold wall
how ive told you this can be fixed:
acknowledging the situation and verbalising that you're not doing this because you don't love me
reminding me that just bc youre mad does not mean that you don't love me
still treat me with love and respect
how you're being rn is not a reflection of how you feel about me
remembering that i have no qualms about putting chats on hold and coming back to things and the only thing stopping me from feeling like i can settle down is your aggression
remembering that your emotions are still valid and real without taking it out on me or exhibiting it in a hurtful way
when i first got upset and said "if you just wanted to sleep you should have just said"
responding by acknowledging, apologising/validating, and then reminding me that you love me, you have a headache, and you do want to sleep
is all that needed to happen to stop the situation from escalating
bc the bid had been answered
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thinking about this conversation from when etho and bdubs were going with scar to finalise the contract after etho killed scar, but specifically this line
scar: you know what? when i killed mumbo, you know, i felt really bad. and i assume you really, really feel bad about killing me, right, like you have a tear that you're holding back right now, and you're like "gosh, love you, scar!"
this line really made the cogs in my brain start turning, as does literally everything else that scar says in last life.
because what scar says here is not at all consistent with what we saw in session 2, the one where he killed mumbo. let's compare with some lines from that session.
directly after killing mumbo:
*laughing for about 10 seconds straight* guys, welcome to magical mountain, can i sell you a free enchanting pass? come on over!
and later, to joel
i did avenge you, to be fair. mumbo, i burned him to death, which was enjoyable. i heard him cry, so it was.. that was a thing.
so there are a couple different interpretations i can get from this.
the first would be that scar was simply lying about feeling bad about it, trying to evoke some sympathy from etho. that'd definitely be consistent with my initial assessment of scar's character, but i do think there's something deeper to this.
well, don't get me wrong, i think scar was just saying things to get sympathy either way (he gets being the boogeyman, he was honestly way more mad about the enchanting table than he was about dying lol), but i'm wondering if there was maybe a grain of truth to him saying he felt bad.
the thing about scar is, he puts on a persona - i don't mean this in the "cc!scar is roleplaying" sense, i mean that the character scar puts on this facade of being a businessman, who cares for no one but himself and only himself. he's confident in his skills, his ability to talk his way into (or out of) anything. even when he's addressing his audience - when he's talking to himself, technically - he keeps this up, with his "wizard business tips". his confidence that he'd outsmarted the southlands and that they wouldn't actually hurt yellow snow, for instance.
but occasionally, scar lets things slip. his upset over losing yellow snow, for instance - his overconfidence in himself cost him his pet. session 4, he never says to anyone that he's upset over the horse. but he asks grian to get him a new horse nonetheless. (in session 5 he does openly talk about being upset about it, but in session 4, that was the one moment he made any kind of reference to it)
and until session 5, scar is on top of the world: seven lives, no deaths, only one lost to grian's "horcrux". he's never experienced any real loss - he's never died, he's as far removed from death as he can get with such a high life count. he's too high up to even be able to remember what it must feel like to fall.
after etho killed him, scar finally understood what he did to mumbo. he's not going to just openly say it, that he finally knows the weight of losing a life. but he'll drop offhand hints at it, hoping that he's not alone, that etho understands this remorse he's suddenly feeling. can't let the entire mask slip, but sometimes you can see the cracks in it.
(but then etho's second betrayal of scar is revealed, and scar knows that he won't feel any of that guilt when it's etho's life that he takes.)
#or maybe i'm just crazy and have made reading far too much into him my job#but i'm having fun :)#last life#last life smp#goodtimeswithscar#ethoslab#mae analyses
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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨 | 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐧𝐞𝐫
Warnings: mention of assassination, graphic smut, adult content, mentions of murder, pervy men in the workplace, falling for a villain, guns, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, alcohol.
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Summary: Jackson just wants a normal life but thanks to his business, his chances were slim. but after meeting you, his chances it doesn't seem like such a long shot anymore.
A/N: Reading Jack's Villian wiki gave me the idea, and the personality section is what really set it in motion. He's more human than we thought, folks. I felt VERY inclined to write this. :)
Jack wasn't proud of his work. He never was. But he knew that once he got into the business, he could never get out. And as fate would have it, you met him on the job.
Your boss was a ruthless, lying, manipulative son of a bitch, and you just so happened to be his receptionist. You hated your job and the way your pig of a boss would always make it sickeningly obvious he was starring at your breasts when asking you to make a call. You hated him. Sometimes you would imagine ways to kill the bastard and get away with it too.
Apparently, someone else had the same idea, but actually took the initiative of hiring an assassin. That's where you came in.
It was a late Friday night, and after a long grueling day of putting up with your boss's demands, you were so happy to see the front door of your home. You couldn't wait to collapse on the couch with a glass of red wine and have a leisurely weekend.
You fiddled with your keys as you tried to find the right one. 'Why the hell did I have all those keys anyways?' you thought to yourself bitterly as you shuffled them around.
But the sound of a gun cocking from behind you made you freeze. Air caught in your throat as you tried to convince yourself you didn't just hear what you thought you heard.
"Don't let me stop you," a smooth masculine voice from behind you sneered, pressing what you presumed to be the barrel of the gun point-blank onto your back, "Unlock the door, step inside. Scream and you die."
You gave a small nod, your search for the right key more frantic now, and once you found it, your shaking hand fumbled with it before finally slipping it into the keyhole, your trembling hand opening the door, and you felt yourself get pushed inside.
The door slammed behind you, and that's when you whipped around, now face to face with your captor. The gun was still pointed at you, but the man who was holding it was what stopped you in your tracks.
If someone told you that morning that you were going to be held at gunpoint by one of the most attractive men you had ever seen in your life, you would have laughed in their face. But you weren't laughing now.
"What do you want?" you managed to squeak out, his piercing blue eyes bore into yours.
"Well, I have a job to do, to put it plainly, and you're one of the only people that can help me complete it," he began to explain, "And you don't have a choice."
"What are you wanting from me?"
"Your boss. I want you to call him and tell him that there's something going on and he needs to swing by the office. Once he obliges, my guys who are waiting outside the building as we speak will take it from there."
"You're going to kill him?" you gasped. Sure, you considered doing it yourself, but you never thought anyone would actually try to do it.
"You don't need to worry about that. What you need to worry about is the gun that's pointed at you right now," he concluded, reaching for your home phone, politely holding it out for you to take.
You paused, and he raised a brow. Out of instinct, you tried to bolt past him to the front door, but when you realized it wasn't going to work, it was too late. He grabbed you violently as you thrashed in his grasp before he collapsed the two of you on the couch. He held you in one position until he felt your breathing calm, your neck in a headlock as you faced away from him, panting like an angry dog.
"Stop getting cute," he hissed next to your ear, and even though you couldn't see his face, you knew his teeth were gritting.
He finally trusted you wouldn't pull anything else after he gave a harsh squeeze to your trapped throat, and he let you go, and you immediately scooted to the other side of the couch.
You felt his eyes on you, and with a sudden jerked movement, he held out what you thought was the gun, making you flinch. But with a double-take, you realized it was just the phone.
You reached out, taking it, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt as if you could see something in his gaze. Something longing. Something not quite there. Reluctance.
Shaken fingers press the numbers as you click 'dial', but before you could hold it up to your ear, your captor stopped you.
"Nuh-uh. Speaker."
You nodded, pressing the speaker button before the dial tone echoed through your home. After three times, the line was suddenly picked up.
"What the hell are you doing calling at this hour?" your boss's harsh voice hissed through the phone.
"Yeah, Mr. Snider, there seems to be something happening at the office. Someone from the administration is here and demanding to see you," you tried your best to sound convincing.
"What do they fucking want?" he scorned, his tone making you flinch.
"I wish I knew, sir. They won't tell me anything," you tried to force a smile in your voice.
"Fucking useless," he grunted, making you shift uncomfortably.
"Should I tell them you're on your way?" you proposed.
"Fuck. Fine. I'll be there in 15. And hey, don't get bitchy with me, yeah? Don't forget, you work for me."
"Yes sir," you muttered, loud enough for him to hear.
All the while Jack was watching your reactions. He saw how you flinched at strong tones and saddened at the insults.
The sound of the line going dead was what snapped him back to reality, your still shaking hand setting it down on the coffee table.
"Is that all you needed?" you finally spoke.
"I wish I could say yes," his words made your gaze shift to the floor in disappointment, "I need to stay here until the deed is done."
"How long will that be?"
"After I make this phone call to let the guys know the target is on his merry way, we'll wait until I get a call back. Then we can part ways and you'll never speak of it to anyone. Or else I will have no other choice but to come back and kill you."
You curled in on yourself, resting your chin on your knees as you didn't answer, the sounds of a number being dialed making you cringe.
The sudden movement of him standing up made you flinch, and for a second you thought you almost saw a look of sympathy flash through his eyes before he held the phone to his ear, waiting for the other line to pick up.
"Stu? Yeah. Yeah, she called. He's on his way. He'll be there in 10. Make it look believable, yeah? Clients aren't paying us for anything that looks tacky."
Jack continued his conversation on the phone as he made his way to your kitchen, still in clear view of you. A few moments later he came back, the phone now hung up, a glass of water in his hand.
"Drink," he commanded.
"I'm not thirsty,"
He suddenly set the phone down, taking one of your hands and wrapping it around the cup, "I don't want you passing out on me. Drink," he commanded again.
Now it felt as if you had no choice. You lifted the cups to your lips, gently sipping as he watched you like a hawk until all the water was down your throat.
"Good girl," he praised jokingly, setting the glass on the table.
He then sat down with you on the couch. There was a prolonged silence.
"What's your name?" you finally asked.
He turned to you and cocked a brow.
"Sorry... just trying to make conversation," with an assassin you added bitterly in your head.
He scoffed, the room going back to silence, the two of you waiting... listening.
"Jackson."
"What?" you questioned, looking at him.
"My name. It's Jackson."
"Oh," you replied, "Well, I'm (name)."
"I know," he smirked.
You mentally facepalmed. Of course he did. He was an or assassin for fuck's sake.
"Can I call you Jack?" you asked meekly.
"Seeing as you won't ever see me again, sure. I haven't been called Jack since I was a kid though."
You could tell he was trying to open up. Just a little. Besides, he was right. It wasn't like he was ever going to see you again.
"Why?"
"Rippner. It's my last name," he explained.
"Oh shit," you said in spite of it not being lady-like, "That was a dick move on your parent's part."
"Tell me about it."
The conversation unfolded. You spoke about names, childhood experiences, hell, even what your favorite ice cream flavor was. It was a careless conversation with the mentality of getting everything out there.
You almost forgot that your boss was being killed right as you spoke. You felt the man in front of you open up. He was okay with being vulnerable with you.
That was until the phone rang, Jack rushing to pick it up.
"Yeah?"
His facial expression was unreadable as you watched him. Finally, he hung up the phone, his face returning to the same cold and distant look it had the moment you two had met.
"Well, (name), this is where we part ways," he began, but before he could walk to the front entryway, you grabbed his hand.
He looked startled as he turned around, his eyes searching your face for an answer. Your move was bold. Risky. But you were willing to take it.
"Don't go." your mouth moved before you could stop it.
He narrowed his eyes, almost as if he didn't believe it was you talking. Yet his hand was still being held tightly in yours.
"Please don't go."
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1 Year Later
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You flipped in your sleep, half awake when you realized the spot next to you was bare, the indent of the once sleepless man in his place. You sighed as you flipped back over, looking at the clock.
2:15 am.
You pulled yourself away from your kingdom of soft pillows and blankets and slipped out of bed, your feet pressing against the hardwood of your home. You left the bedroom, crept down the hallway, and when you were finally met with the living area of your home, you were met with the form of your lover.
He was hunched over on the couch, hovering over a glass of red wine that rested in his hand. He seemed to be lost in thought, his blue eyes no longer piercing but distant.
The creak of the floorboards under you gave your position away, the man glancing up at you, spooked.
An instant look of regret graced his beautiful features, "Honey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
"Hush," you sighed, "It's warmer out here anyway," you concluded.
"Even without your mountain of blankets?" he smirked, thinking of how adorable you looked cuddled up under the mound of linen.
"The bed is always cold when you're not in it," you whined, stilling next to him as he continued to nurse his glass of red liquid.
"Sorry love," he sighed, setting down the glass before wrapping his arms around you, your head resting on his chest as you listened in on his heartbeat. It was soft and lulling as you felt your eyes begin to droop.
That was, until you felt his hard-on press up against your back. A smirk crossed your lips.
"Is this why you couldn't sleep?" you questioned, subtly rubbing up against his bulge as you heard his breath catch in his throat.
"As I said," he muttered, "Didn't want to wake you."
"You could have just said so," you sat up, giving him a passionate kiss, one hand going in his hair, the other going down to his crotch, where he let out a primal groan at the feeling of your touch.
"I'm gonna be honest, I'm not really in the mood for foreplay," he stated, his hand reaching your lace panties and ripping them off, pulling you on his lap so you straddled him.
He pulled his boxers down to his knees, his cock springing up. The tip was flushed and angry, pre-cum leaking from the tip, the ridges of his veins pumping.
You bit your lip as you hovered over his gorgeous cock before sinking down slowly, the both of you moaning as you become one. Not long after you began to bounce up and down on his cock.
Jack growled as he grabbed a hold of your hips, helping you as he lifted you on and off his cock, searching for solace in orgasm. His eyes locked with yours as you rode him, and in his eyes, you found nothing but love and admiration, every part of him screaming in appreciation for you.
To put it plainly, he loved the way you loved.
You felt yourself tighten, yet to your disdain, your lover found his release first, a loud groan escaping his lips as he poured himself into you, the warmth in your belly growing as you felt him let go.
By the time he was finished, he was completely blissed out, but you weren't done yet. You wanted to cum. You pulled him out of you, and he watched as his spend dripped out of your swollen mound.
Before he could ask if you were okay, you were already back on him, your thighs now straddling one of his.
"What are you doing?" he asked darkly, raising a brow.
"Shut up," you hissed, rubbing your clit on the meat of his thigh, not wanting to lose any fraction that was already built up.
He caught the hint, his hands finding your hips once again as he helped you drag your throbbing cunt against the skin of his leg. All the while, he whispered filthy things in your ear, knowing it would get you there faster.
"Look at you go. Bet you're not so tired now, eh? Humping my leg like a little bunny. Such a good girl, huh?" he coaxed in your ear, and you nodded desperately, immediately agreeing with whatever he was saying. You just wanted to cum.
Finally, you felt yourself come right up to the edge. Jack knew all your body language perfectly, smirking at you as he began to speak.
"Come on, cum for me, baby. Let me watch you cum,"
And you did. Oh, you did. Your ears rang as your eyes shut tight, feeling your body tense and shake as you let your orgasm sweep you away.
Jack helped you ride through it, his words of praise now seeping into your brain.
"Good girl, there you go," he crooned as you began to catch your breath.
You panted as you slumped against him, hearing his heartbeat once more, matching your breathing with his. You felt him press a small kiss to the crown of your head.
"Thank you," he whispered, and all you could do was nod.
Then he began to stand, "Now come on. Let's go take a shower."
"Can I bring the wine?" you asked intently.
"Fuck it," he laughed.
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3 Months Later
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"You're doing it again,"
Jack looked up at you at the sound of your voice. He was sitting there, his hands folded and his jaw clenched, his leg bouncing up and down in anxiety as he went back to staring at the developing pregnancy test on the table.
"What?" he finally said.
"You're overthinking. I can see it in your face."
He rolled his eyes, seeming harsher than he intended. But he was nervous. In complete honesty, you were the first thing Jack had that had any semblance of normal. and after the things he's done and after the things he'd seen, normal was everything he wanted. And that's what this baby meant.
He craved normal. Life as an assassin didn't really scream domestic. But with you, everything he had ever wanted was wherever you were.
"Whatever the test reads, we'll be okay," you ensured, walking behind him and wrapping your arms around the anxious man, doing your best to calm his rapturing nerves.
"Yeah," he agreed, taking a deep breath, "We'll be okay."
The timer suddenly went off, the both of you perking up, chomping at the bit to get to the test, your fingers clutching it as you looked at it.
You gasped.
Jack froze.
You bolted into his arms, test in hand, bawling like a baby.
"You're gonna be a dad, Jack! You're gonna be a dad!!" you squealed, your arms wrapped tightly around him as he held you tight.
He began to tear up, "Really?"
You pulled back and nodded, showing him the test that read positive. He took it in his hands as a means to do a double-take, looking at the two little blue lines.
Without a word, he embraced you again, holding you tighter. His voice was muffled against your shoulder. From him came a small:
"Thank you."
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delivery for. . . @jijimoons and felix!
JAY!! thank u for the req oh em gee
felix will be slow with physical touch at first to make sure you're comfortable. he asks before he does anything, letting you know he won't be offended if you'd rather he didn't. he understands the nerves that come with it and reminds you that he loves you and can show you that with things other than kissing or hugging!
but if you feel comfortable...he kisses your freckles..."i have so many" ok? and he will kiss them. sort of absentmindedly while you're laying together, very purposeful while he wants to spoil and love you. i'm thinking holding and kissing your hand, up an arm while holding the other hand, then over your face! that is simply my truth
felix as a theatre kid would love to see you perform something, even if it's just a little scene. he'd definitely ask about any roles you had or characters/plays you liked from earth, willing to share his own opinions with you. he'd probably try to act something out with you, though it'd be in the privacy in one of your rooms and while he's a little tired and more relaxed
he actually Quite enjoys your sense of humour. it works with his own wit and he'll laugh even if other people don't. he also really likes the chaos that comes with getting to know you better just because he's always up for a little fun. felix was very happy to see you open up around him and did not take it for granted—he made sure to bounce back your energy and keep it going
felix always asks if you'd like to join him on little shopping trips, walks, or just relaxing in one of your rooms together. it's definitely what he turns to near the beginning of your relationship while he's figuring out boundaries, confidence, what you enjoy doing, etc. later on it's really just because he loves your company and wants to spend as much time as possible with you
keeps you away from large crowds, choosing quieter areas and standing on the side that's closer to people. if you start to get anxious, he'll pull you somewhere quiet to make sure you're alright. he scopes out possible date spots himself before bringing them up with you and takes note of when they're quieter.
felix loves the petnames that you love !! once he finds out which ones they are, he'll greet you with them, say goodnight, call you using them, etc. "good morning, darling." "hon, can you pass me my novel?" "i think it's time for us to rest, sweetheart. we'll have plenty of time in the morning to finish."
in a modern au, i think felix would also love dates where you stay in and watch movies! this guy would have very strong opinions on everything you guys want to watch. he loves being able to be comfortable, cuddling and eating, talking without worrying about strangers overhearing odd comments or being trouble.
would gift you a piece of jewelry himself once he sees your collection and finds out about your necklace. "not because i want to take its place or anything, but because i...i hope you're able to remember and have me at all times as well."
felix Loves seeing your art or writing if you feel comfortable sharing it with him by the way. you can feel the sincerity in his words whenever he compliments it (after a solid 10 seconds of just taking in the piece/thinking after he's read it). tell him about the details you're super proud of!! he'll build on them and be super excited to notice them as you point them out
tries to give you space when you're upset, but if he knows you're doing more harm than good, felix will gently try to comfort you in any way he can. will push your hair behind your ear and cup your cheek before reassuring you that he wants to help because he loves you, and that he'll always be here
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How it’d be to watch animes with them
A/N: While i’m working on my Mikasa x reader royal au, this little idea came to my mind. I tried to put the links when i mentioned a specific scene and speak a little about the anime in case you don’t know it. So here it’s:
Warnings: Me exposing my otaku self, mentions of 18+ animes (Not hentais)
Eren - Kaguya-sama wa Kokurasetai: Tensai-tachi no Renai Zunousen (13+)
A / N: The main characters like each other, but none wants to confess because being the person who takes the first step would also represent being the defeated person. The anime develops in a series of plans that both elaborate to make the other confess their love.
Warnings: None
It was his idea to watch an anime together since the two of you liked it a lot. You saw no harm and agreed to go to sleep with your boyfriend on Friday night. So, you would have the dawn and the weekend to see everything.
“We could watch One piece! Everybody likes"
“In three days ?! We will not finish even if we do not take breaks ”
"Naruto then?"
“Haven't you seen it all five times or more?
"But it is a classic!"
"It is also too long!"
He would sulk when he saw you reject each of his suggestions for being too big animes. The truth was, he was trying to convince you to stay longer. After much searching in the catalog, you choose to watch a short comedy of 12 episodes.
Biggest mistake ever
Eren is already annoying by nature, and after watching Kaguya-sama's two seasons he would spend the day and night trying to get you to confess to him EVEN IF YOU'VE BEEN IN LOVE FOR TWO YEARS AND HE HAS BEEN THE FIRST TO DECLARE. HIT HIM, PLEASE.
"Do you think that using such a low trick will make me give in?"
“Eren, I just got out of the shower. What trick? Wear an outfit? ”
“Showing off your skin won't make you win”
If you wanted to play with him, great. You are going to spend the day in this little game until he gets tired and just hugs you or something because he can't spend a lot of time without touching you. But if you didn't want to, just you could use that touchy side of him against him too.
"Maybe I shouldn't show you anything else then"
"Yes, of course, do- Wait what?"
"You heard"
“NO, BABE! YOU WON! I CONFESS! I LOVE YOU"
Watching anime with him would be quite an experience. For being very verbal, Eren would be the type of person who doesn't shut up watching anything. Especially, something that makes him laugh. You would see him laughing out loud and throwing himself back on the couch or on you, whether you were with him or not. You may even complain, but it would be fun to see him react to everything as immediately and naturally as an unfiltered child.
He will sing ALL the openings for the rest of the days around the house until you are humming some without realizing it.
For some reason, can I imagine him doing Chika dance ?? Yes, please film this big bear dancing like a little girl.
Levi - Death parade
A / N: Do you want to cry and hurt yourself? This is the right place. Death Parade is a story about what happens after death. The characters are sent to mysterious bars where they will be judged to decide the fate of the souls themselves. (18+)
Warnings: Suicide, depressive themes, mentions of rape and domestic violence
I don't see Levi watching many animes. In fact, I don't see him watching much anything at all. He would be the type of person who can't spend a lot of time in front of the television without feeling like he's wasting time. Which would result in a very selective and demanding taste.
He would always read the reviews about the film, and after watching it, he would make his own. Ever. No exceptions. Unlike Impossible-to-be-quiet-Eren, Levi would be silent to be able to capture and understand all the details. This is interesting because getting his attention is a difficult task. But once it's done, he is 100% focused on the story and immersed in the characters.
So, after reading about it, he would agree to watch Death Parade with you.
He would have low expectations at first, and if the anime failed to hold his very difficult attention in three episodes, he wouldn't even try with the rest.
So when in the first episode, all suspense and doubts left to the viewer entered Ackerman's head, he would finish the other 11 without realizing it.
As a rational person, he would love things that make him think and reflect on the proposed theme. In the case: Life and death.
For some reason, I imagine him as someone who would like to study and read philosophy as a hobby and that he would love Nietzsche? So, you could expect deep conversations after each episode.
But without any arrogance, humanity's strongest soldier might not be the most talkative man in humanity, but surely when he opened his mouth to it, it wouldn’t be to show himself off with something that he knows and you don’t. On the contrary, he would be more than happy to explain if you asked and added your opinion.
He wouldn't cry, but he would be touched by the way the emotions were shown and created in the characters.
He would probably see the scene where Decim cries more than once for being impressed with how the pain of a character who is supposedly not flesh and blood is expressed so well.
And after the anime is over, you would always see him listening to the music of the ice skating scene around the house while doing something.
When you were finished watching everything, you would talk again about the anime. You lying on his chest and he touching his hair, smelling him.
"Do you believe in reincarnation, Levi?"
“If so, I wouldn't go back to this shit a second time. No matter what they offered me ”
"Levi!"
"Unless it was to have you again"
“What a cliché” He would roll his eyes after hearing your response “But I like clichés”
Again, he wouldn't cry, but he would be thinking about how ephemeral things can be, including being alive. Then you can expect a more touchy Levi for a few days.
Jean - Banana Fish
N / A: Another one to cry and get hurt. Banana Fish is way more than just a story about one character just is hard to define. So in case, you didn’t watch it, here’s the trailer. (18+)
warnings: pedophilia, rape, violence, drugs, your heart being destroyed
You know that guy who says that no yaoi is good, it's just a way to feed a bunch of fujoshi and stuff like that? Jean. It's him. I just know it. So when you suggested Banana Fish and said it was a BL / yaoi, he would probably laugh and ignore the idea.
But after insisting a little and showing him the many compliments that both the anime and the manga received, he would accept.
At first, he wouldn't pay much attention. He really thought it would be just another bad anime. But by the end of the first episode, he would be too involved in the story to stop.
I think he would love crime novels for the same reason that Levi: To think. Try to find out how things are going to end and pick up any clues that the author has left about the ending. So the plot would hold him so much because he would make a ton of theories about the end.
He will ship Ash and Eiji with all his soul. I mean, how can he not ship? To see an anime in which the physical touch between the couple doesn't really happen and still builds a well-developed and healthy relationship would be a new experience for him.
Jean is somewhat similar to Eren in this respect. So you can expect to see him huffing in anger, cursing one of the characters, throwing a pillow away, or using it to hide a tear or two that he would let go of you. The kind of person who gets emotionally involved with the things he watches.
He would cry an entire river after watching the last episode and deny it later.
“I was not crying. The cushion fabric made my eyes itch a lot ”
Show him again and he will cry the same amount and intensity
Armin - Haikyuu
A / N: Considering all the texts on Tumblr for haikyuu characters, I’m pretty sure you know what anime it’s lol (10+)
Armin is an otaku with a license card and no one can change my mind. He would probably start watching it as a child. So, his first animes would be everyone's classics: Naruto, Dragon Ball Z, Bleach, etc.
So it would be normal that as the vast majority, he would continue to have a preference for shounen when he grew up. So it would be your idea to see Haikyuu.
He would have low expectations because he thought it would be just another anime with cute characters for everyone to be thirsty as an inverted harem. And also because the synopsis does not create a strong impression, especially for those who consume shounen daily.
"So we are just gonna see a little boy trying to catch a ball?"
“It's gonna be good! Everyone is talking about it now ”
"Does he have some superpower?"
"No"
"Something scary?"
"Armin, just give a chance!"
He would like it. Did I say he would like it? Because he would love it. The atmosphere created and well developed with such a simple plot would hold his attention well. (Is it possible to dislike Hinata in the first episode?)
It would be a great anime for him to watch because 1. It is different from what he usually sees. Unlike shounen, Haikyuu deals only with real and tangible scenarios. Of course, still with that touch of anime, but it is very easy to recognize yourself in the characters and learn from them and therefore reflect on yourself as well.
It would be great to make him think about his own insecurities and how most of them were inside his head.
He would be so immersed in the anime universe that he would have to pause the game scenes because he would be too nervous waiting for the ball to fall.
You will probably see him taking a deep breath in each drawing scene of the characters and see him truly cheering for the team as if it were a real national game.
More than that, you will see his eyes full of tears when Yamaguchi hit the serve in the match against Aoba johsai.
In fact, Yamaguchi would be his favorite character. No discussions.
"I said it would be good"
"Shut up"
"Make me"
Mikasa - Heaven’s official blessing
A / N: I'm going to leave the trailer here because I don't know how to define it very well. It's a novel, but the story doesn't focus ONLY on that. (14+)
Okay, you didn't suggest. She did not suggest. So how do you end up watching together? You catch her watching when you come home by surprise lol
Until then, you would know that she watched some anime, but nothing romantic. Never. In fact, that was her little secret.
Although common sense is that Mikasa would be cold even in a modern au (and I agree in parts). I think she would be the type of person who loves to see the sweetest and softest things to melt alone on the couch without anyone seeing. A moment for herself and a part of her that she would not show to anyone.
You would already know about her romantic side, but seeing her under the covers sighing while watching the Netflix special episode is a totally different story.
Please don’t mock her!!. She would be red enough by the time she was discovered.
When she was less shy, she would ask if you want to watch with her. She would say she saw no problem watching it with you again since doing it with you would be a different experience.
If you accept, you would spend the rest of the night in the room sharing a blanket and absorbing the soft atmosphere, the soundtrack, and the Chinese culture so present in history.
She would not speak a lot because she was paying attention, but she would hug you all the time. In the romantic scenes, she would tighten her arms around you a little and sometimes left a kiss on your shoulder.
I think she could relate to Hua Cheng's way of loving. He is always there to protect, care for and see his lover even if sometimes Xie Lian doesn't even know.
And that is what she wants to show you, that more than a girlfriend, she is also someone you can count on.
Days later, you will see her reading the rest of the work around the house because she couldn't stand to wait for a second season.
And later, SURELY melting and vibrating while watching Mo Dao Zu Shi.
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The Trouble With Wanting
Chapter One | Chapter Two
Summary: It’s the summer of 1975, and AJ and her three best friends are trying their best to wade through their mid-twenties as unscathed as possible. Though so far they're divorced, addicted, stuck in dead-end jobs, lost in their direction, but thankful for each other. When AJ meets a guy she never expected, will it help change her perspective on life and love?
Pairing: Artie (Henry Cavill) x OFC (AJ)
Word count: 5k
Warnings: Mentions of death, mourning, marijuana use (I mean, it’s 1975 🤪), alcohol use at a party, language
Beta: None! It's just me! So, I sit in all my mistakes! Maybe one day I'll have someone beta it. Any takers?
A/N: Hey y’all! Man. Okay. So this story is my baby. Literally. I love the ever-loving FUCK out of this thing. Eventually, I might get it published, who knows? I just want people to read it because I love it, and those who HAVE read it say it’s good and should be out there. So here I am. 🤷🏻♀️ I have the first 10 chapters written so I’ll be posting those intermittently whilst trying to work on chapter 11! But there will be LOTS for you all to read before then. Love you all. 🥰
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Death is an odd thing. Especially when you mourn someone’s death one day, and one day later you celebrate someone’s birth. Yesterday was my grandma's funeral, and tonight I’m celebrating one of my best friend’s birthdays. Ivy felt bad that her party was the day after but I told her not to feel bad. It’s not her fault she’s had this party planned for months and my just grandma happened to die in the last week.
Grandma Betty’s funeral was nice? It was only the second funeral I’d ever been to. The first being Dot’s mom’s funeral a few years back. But somehow in my 25 years, I’ve only managed two funerals. I figured that was probably good odds.
The funeral was short and sweet though, just the way Grandma Betty would have wanted it. The funeral for Dot’s mom was so long. It was a Catholic funeral, so it was just like a Mass, but with death added in. It was beautiful and emotional, but long. Grandma Betty’s was much better. The pastor of her church got up and spoke, I spoke, one of her friends spoke and that was it. I was thankful my friends were there. Well, they wouldn’t have not been there. Ivy, Dot, and Bonnie were more or less her ’bonus grandchildren’ as she liked to call them.
I was a complete emotional wreck, though. I sat between Ivy and Bonnie, each of them holding one of my hands. I don’t think I’ve ever cried that much, ever. Grandma Betty was the one who raised me, so part of me felt like I was losing my best friend. I’m pretty sure everyone in the church could hear me sniffling.
“Are you okay?” Dot asked me after the service. I shrugged at her.
“I honestly don’t feel anything right now,” I told her. She gave me a half-smile.
“I understand. That’s how I felt at my mom's funeral, too.”
I had both people I knew and didn’t know coming up and giving me their condolences. I can say with confidence that I don’t know how many people came up and talked to me. It was all just kind of a blur. I was so relieved to go back to the apartment, smoke a joint and go to sleep. Did I go to bed at 5 in the afternoon? Yes. I was so emotionally exhausted, I couldn’t stand to be awake any longer.
The next morning I spent most of the day sitting on our lounge chair with Bonnie. I was sitting upright in it, she faced the opposite. Her feet with her freshly painted red toes up by my head, the bright red complimenting her pale skin. We laid lazily as Dot and Ivy ran around the apartment getting ready for the party later that night. Bonnie and I probably should have been helping, but I wasn’t in any mood to rush around and prepare for a party. Her excuse was that she was keeping me company.
“How are you doing?” she asked, looking up from her book for a moment. She was reading some random book she found on our most recent trip to Powell’s on astrology. To say she was slightly enthralled with astrology and knowing your sign was an understatement.
“Eh, I’m alright. I feel like I should be happier than I am for Ivy’s sake, but I can’t help it,” I told her. She looked up at me from her reading.
“That’s more than understandable. Your grandma, the woman who raised you just passed this week, and you mourned her yesterday in heaps. I don’t think Ivy is going to be upset about that. It’s a party, it’s not like it’s the birth of her child or her wedding or something. Which, you were there for the latter. So I think she’ll forgive you if you’re not in high spirits.”
Bonnie was someone I was very grateful was in my life. When we were young, she and I became pen pals through our Girl Scout troops. We hit it off instantly, writing what seemed like multiple letters a week back and forth. Talking about everything we could. School, boys, clothes, our parents. She was my first true best friend.
She lived in Washington, and me here in Oregon. As we got older, letters turned into phone calls and not too long after that we would visit each other during the summer holidays. At the end of high school, she decided that she wanted to go to school to become a fashion coordinator. Instead of going to school in her home state, she decided to move down here and go to school in Portland. Which I can confidently say I was very thankful for. Especially when we ended up getting apartments in the same building.
She wanted to be a fashion coordinator for tv or movies but didn’t want to move to LA to do so. So a few years ago she started working at Macy’s as an assistant make up counter attendant, but now she’s the assistant manager. If her buffoon of a boss would quit or leave she would easily run the joint. Hell, she pretty much does that already.
“Oh girl. Your horoscope for this month is very, very good,” she said excitedly. She swung her legs around off the head of the chaise to sit up. “Do you want to hear it?”
“Do I have a choice?” I joked. She glared at me before looking back to the book to read it.
“With Uranus in your sign, things happen suddenly and your life is reflecting this. Good and bad, with true miracles in between. It feels like everything is blowing up, but really everything is rearranging itself, and for a much better outcome. Transformation is at hand and more inside yourself than anywhere else!”
“Well, I’ve had a lot of bad recently so I’m interested in seeing what the good is,” I said with a sigh.
“Oh don’t be such a negative Nancy. I know things suck right now, but things will get better I promise. There are peaks and valleys in life, and since you're currently in a very low valley, a very high peak is coming your way,” she said in a very matter-of-fact tone. I sighed again.
“You’re probably right. I think I’m going to smoke a joint, take a nap and then get ready. When are you starting to get ready?”
She looked up at the clock. “Well, it’s 4:30 now and the party doesn’t start until 8, so I am going to go home and take a nap as well before getting ready. I’ll probably start sometime around 6:30 if you want to come up and get ready with me,” she said.
“I probably will. Sleep well,” I said.
“Bye Ivy! Bye Dot!”
They said goodbye in unison in return as Bonnie exited through the window out onto the fire escape, and climbed the steep metal staircase up to her apartment above us.
I let out a breathy groan as I got up from my seat and made my way into the kitchen to see if Ivy and Dot needed any help. Dot was cutting up what seemed to be a meat and cheese platter, and Ivy was unpacking all of the booze she had gotten over the last couple of weeks. She was a bartender at the bar down the road, so she was able to buy booze from their distributor at cost without any markup. My eyes widened as she kept pulling bottle after bottle out of the case.
“How much booze did you get? Are we even going to have enough room in the freezer for that?” I asked. She was pulling out full-sized bottles of whiskey, vodka, rum, gin, and tequila. She turned around with said tequila in her hand and waved it excitedly at me.
“I got this just for yoooou,” she said, “I know how much you love tequila and you like this tequila specifically, so this has your name all over it.”
“That’s sweet of you Ivy, but I don’t know if I’m going to drink tonight,” I told them. Both of their eyes widened at me.
“You aren’t going to drink? You really must not be okay. You never turn down the opportunity to have a drink,” Ivy said, her brow furrowing as she spoke.
“I just don’t know if it will be the best idea. Just after yesterday-”
“And that is all the more reason to. You’ve had such a stressful week with Grandma Betty passing and then having to plan her funeral and then go to said funeral yesterday. You need to let loose and have some fun. Forget about all of that for a night,” Dot said. I shrugged at her.
“You’re probably right, but we’ll see. I’m going to go take a nap before I get ready for the party. I love you both.”
I exited the kitchen and made my way to my room. After entering and shutting my door, I plopped down on my bed, letting out a deep groan. Dot was probably right. I needed to just have a carefree fun night after the week of hell I had. As I got under my covers I decided that I would decide later, sleep was the only thing I needed to focus on right now.
I felt like such a let down at the party. I wanted to be up and dancing and celebrating Ivy’s birthday just like everyone else, but I just wasn’t in it. Dot tried a few times to get me up off of the couch, but I refused each time. Instead, I just sat there on the couch with my legs curled up against me, knees held near to my chest. I sipped on whatever the drink Dot had brought me was, probably a gin and tonic; telling apart booze wasn’t one of my strong points. Part of me wanted to go and lay down in my bed. Or, should I say the bed I was currently sharing with Ivy.
Last year Ivy got married, and it was not something I had expected. Sure, she and her now ex-husband had been dating for a few years at that point, but nonetheless, her being tied down and married was not something I ever saw her doing. After she got married, Ivy started to become not herself. She had become a shell of her former feisty, loud and outspoken self. The married version of herself was very tame, it seemed as though the fire behind her eyes had been put out. The title of ‘wife’ did not suit her at all.
They were married for less than a year, deciding together that getting a divorce was best suited for them. After they split up, Ivy moved in with me and Dot for the time being. That was four months ago, but I honestly love having her here. As far as I’m concerned she can stay as long as she likes.
Seeing the Ivy I grew up and went to high school with again was such a refreshing change. I could tell she was happier, too. The domestic married life was not something for her, and I highly doubt she’d ever get married again.
“AJ! What are you doing over here on the couch by yourself?”
I looked up and saw a very intoxicated Bonnie coming my way. She plopped down next to me, making the cushion slope down and my body lean against her own. I took the drink that was in her swaying hand away from her and set it down next to us on the side table.
“Hey! I wasn’t done with that!” she pouted. I breathed out a laugh and shook my head.
“And that’s how we’re going to keep it. I promise you, honey, you don’t need to finish this drink. You’ll thank me in the morning,” I told her as she continued to pout at me.
“I know you’re probably right, but that drink still needs to be finished,” she told me. The fact that her normal speaking voice was slurring, I figured I made the right call.
“Fine, it will get finished,” I told her. I picked the drink back up and chugged down the last two-thirds of it, the strong liquid stinging my throat as it went down. An involuntary wincing noise escaped me as I brought the glass back down from my lips. Not only did it burn my throat, but I could also feel it go all the way down into my stomach, the way you can feel a warm drink go down on a cold day.
“God ‘nee, what the fuck was in that? Was that supposed to be a mixed drink?” I asked as I wiped the corner of my mouth. She just nodded at me.
“Did Dot make it? Because if so, that was pure alcohol. Good god, go get some water,” I told her.
“Yes mom,” she said before begrudgingly getting up and slinking her way over to the kitchen.
I picked up the drink Dot had made me and stared at it, trying to decide if I was going to drink it or not.
“Oh come on AJ! Stop ogling at your drunk and just drink it!”
“Yeah, just drink it!”
I looked up from the drink and saw Donna, Richard, and Jackie sitting on the floor on the other side of the living room. They were passing a bottle of what looked like whiskey between them, taking turns drinking from the bottle.
“I didn’t realize I had an audience,” I told them, a playful smirk on my lips.
“Think of us less as an audience and more of your own personal cheerleading squad,” Donna said, her words slurring almost as badly as Bonnie’s. I shook my head, my face lighting up with a smile.
“You guys are too much, I swear.”
“We’re serious though! Drink it!”
Before I could reply Richard started chanting ‘CHUG CHUG CHUG’ at me. A chant that everyone in the apartment started yelling drunkenly. There was nothing quite like 25 or so people cheering you on to drink something.
“WHO IS CHUGGING?” I heard Ivy shout from the kitchen. She stumbled her way out, saw that everyone was chanting at me and pointed a finger at me sloppily.
“You better chug that drink, AJ. It’s my motherfucking birthday, my way goes,” she said with a devilish grin.
“Okay, okay, fine! I’ll drink it!” I shouted, causing everyone to stop their chanting. Ivy must have been drinking tequila. She always got so sassy when she drank that. I let out a sigh, trying to up my confidence, and then began to gulp down the burning liquid, cheers erupting as I did so. Once I was done I slammed the glass down in haste onto the coffee table.
“‘atta, girl AJ!” Ivy shouted happily, “get this girl a shot of tequila!”
I woke up the next morning in the bathtub. How I got into the bathtub, I’m not entirely sure, but I was thankful I had fallen asleep in a somewhat comfortable spot. As I stood up I got a slight pain in my temples and thick saliva in my throat. I quickly stepped out of the tub in just enough time to puke into the open toilet. Maybe this had been drunk me thinking ahead? Drunk AJ knew hungover me was going to be sick in the morning. The more I thought about it the more the drunk logic made sense: the bathroom has the toilet so may as well sleep there.
After quickly brushing my teeth to get the taste of last night’s tequila and this morning's bile out of my mouth, I ventured out into the apartment to see what havoc had been made the night before. I peeked my head out the door and sure enough, there were two people laying down asleep with pillows and blankets in the hallway. I didn’t know their names, but I recognized them as two of Dot’s coworkers.
Carefully stepping over them I made my way down the hall to my room. The door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open to get a better look inside. In my bed was a very asleep Ivy cuddled up with the girl I saw her talking to and was very flirty with the night before, Michelle. They both looked so peaceful and cute together. Ivy had briefly talked to me about being attracted to girls as well, so this definitely made me happy. It means she was being her confident sure of herself person again.
I squinted my eyes to try and see better my alarm clock next to my bed. It read 9:27. Considering the last time I remember looking at the clock last night it was sometime around two in the morning it was very apparent I had not gotten much sleep. I’m sure sleeping in a tub had something to do with that.
Quietly I made my way to my closet and changed out of my clothes from the night before. Apparently, something had spilled on me because there was a dark stain on my white shirt and it reeked of alcohol. I threw my old clothes into my hamper, pulled out a pair of shorts and a sweater before lazily putting on both. I snuck out of the room, successfully having not woken up either girl, and made my way out to the kitchen. On the way there I peeked into Dot’s room and saw her and Bonnie sprawled out on Dot’s bed, also very very asleep.
The living room had our regular ‘fall asleep where they landed last night’ people asleep in various places amongst the empty cups and bottles scattered on all surfaces. All people who lived too far away and were too drunk or high to drive last night. Jackie and Ken asleep cuddled up on the couch. Donna was on the floor beneath them. I chuckled to myself as I made my way into the kitchen and saw Richard fast asleep under the kitchen table, curled up in the fetal position with a blanket and pillow as well.
I walked over to the bread box, pulled out two pieces of bread, and popped them in the toaster. As awful as food sounded at the moment, I knew I needed something in my stomach. While my bread toasted, I pulled out a plate, a glass and poured myself some orange juice. I winced slightly as I took my first sip. Freshly brushed teeth directly followed by orange juice was not a good mix.
Once the toast popped out, I spread butter and strawberry jam on the two pieces, plated them before taking my food and my orange juice with me as I headed to the fire escape. I didn’t want to sit in silence while people slept. The outside hustle and bustle of the city would be much better company.
I was taken aback when I stepped through the window and saw that someone was already sitting at the small table and chair we had set out on our fire escape.
“Oh, um, hi,” I said awkwardly. The man looked up at me from the book in his hand.
I couldn’t help but be slightly shocked at the sight of him but in a good way. He had dark brown hair that was short and neat, except for the soft set of loose curls at the top. His dark hair was complemented by bright blue eyes. His squared jawline and dimple chin were slightly hidden by the scruffy beginning of a beard. He had a mustache very reminiscent of Burt Reynolds, which I was very much keen on. His shoulders were very broad and almost rounded. I’m assuming his dark blue t-shirt was hiding a very muscular torso.
“Oh, hi, sorry,” he said quickly, closing his book and standing up from the seat. I breathed out a laugh, mentally making a note of how he towered over me in height.
“You can stay sitting, it’s fine. I’ll sit on the stairs,” I said.
“No, you should have the chair-”
“It’s fine, I promise. Bonnie or Ivy usually steal it so I sit here.” I sat down on the third or fourth step up, setting my glass down next to me. We sat in silence for a minute, the only noise between us was the sound of me chewing on my toast. The whole time I kept trying to remember him from the night before, but I couldn’t place him.
“Um, this might come off seeming rude, but were you at the party last night? I don’t remember you,” I said, cocking my head to the side slightly. “I mean, even if you weren't, you are a welcome company out here. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve come out to random people sitting at the table.”
He chuckled lightly to himself. “Yes, I was. I got to the party late. Everyone was already very, very intoxicated when I arrived. Including you,” he said with a smirk. My mouth fell open, a shocked chuckle escaping my mouth.
“Well excuse you, sir. I feel like we need to be at least on a first-name basis before you make fun of me,” I said, taking another bite of my toast. He smirked again.
“I’m Arthur, but call me Artie,” he said. Before I could stop myself a snort came out of my nose at the mention of him being called Artie. That is not a name I would have paired with him. “Is there something wrong with my name?”
“No, no not at all. I just wouldn’t have pegged you as an ‘Artie’ is all,” I said with a reassuring smile, “you definitely seem to be more of an Arthur or even an Art.”
“Why wouldn’t you peg me as an Artie, huh?” he asked, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
I felt my heart begin to beat faster as his smile widened. His smile was the kind that took over his whole face and crinkled around his eyes as they lit up. My brain raced as I tried to come up with a fake reason as to why he didn’t seem like his nickname. I couldn’t tell him, ‘Oh, Artie isn't a name I’d expect from this exceptionally handsome and who seems to be built like a Greek god.’
I took the last bite of my toast and shrugged.
“I dunno. You just don’t,” I tried to state as nonchalantly as possible through my toast.
“Well, now that we’ve thoroughly dissected my name, what’s yours?” he asked, his large smile turning into a slightly cheeky one.
“Oh, I’m AJ. But you can call me AJ,” I told him. I stood up from my seat on the stairs and placed my empty place and half-full glass on the table in front of him.
“Just, AJ? You don’t really seem like an AJ to me,” he said with a breathy laugh, obviously mocking me. I gave him a narrow look as I sat back down on the steps.
“Obviously AJ is short for my awful first name and even worse middle name that I was given,” I said.
“They can’t be that bad, can they?” he asked.
“You have no idea.”
“Well, are you going to tell me what they are?” he asked with a smirk.
“No, I think you’d get too much enjoyment out of that, Artie,” I said, crinkling my nose at him.
“Then you’ve only left me one choice.”
“What could that be?”
“I’m just going to call you random first and middle names until I figure out what your real name is.”
My mouth fell open at him slightly before forming into a shocked smile. I had never had anyone do that before, and there were plenty of people in my life who only knew me as AJ.
Before I was able to retort at him, Bonnie came through the window and joined us on the fire escape, looking very disheveled. Her shaggy brown hair was all over the place, large sunglasses covered what I assumed to be bloodshot brown eyes. She was wearing one of my cardigans, which was very baggy on her small, short frame, covering her blue shimmery mini dress from the night before.
“You feeling okay, Bonnie?” Artie asked as she sat down on the windowsill.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said, rubbing her temples. Artie and I shared a knowing glance and grin.
“Do you want the rest of my orange juice?” I offered, gesturing to the glass. She simply nodded her head and Artie handed it to her. She chugged it down, grimacing when she was done.
“Are Ivy or Dot awake yet?” I asked.
“Ivy is, Dot isn’t yet. I think I saw Donna stirring. I can’t believe Richard actually fell asleep under the table last night and is still there,” she said with a shake of her head.
“Oh shit, what time is it?” Artie murmured to himself. He looked down at his watch and uttered another ‘shit’ under his breath.
“Everything okay?” Bonnie asked.
“Yeah, I’ve just got to get going. Richard and I have a thing at 10:30 and it’s almost 10 now,” he said standing up. Even though he had stood up before, I was still astounded by his height.
“Ivy put on a pot of coffee for everyone,” Bonnie told him, “so you should make him a cup of coffee before you go.”
“You can take one of the mugs to go if you'd like. I more or less trust that one of you will bring it back. Richard more so than you,” I said with a sly smile. He raised his eyebrows at me, putting a hand on his chest in an exaggerated fashion.
“Why would you trust Richard more than me?” he asked. I laughed and shook my head.
“Because I actually know Richard, have for a long time now. I’ve only known you for about twenty minutes,” I said with a shrug.
“Well, I guess we’ll have to change that, huh? See you around Augusta Juniper,” he said with what I could have sworn was a wink. He turned to Bonnie, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Bye Bonnie, I hope your hangover gets better.”
He went through the window back into the apartment. Bonnie watched as he went inside before turning to me, tilting her head down and peeking at me with wide eyes from behind her sunglasses.
“What was that?” she uttered under her breath at me, glancing inside as if to make sure he wasn’t around to hear her.
“What?” I said, trying to be as casual as possible. “What uh- what was what?”
“I didn’t realize you were into the hunky muscular type,” she said with a knowing smirk.
“I’m not. I was just being polite and nice to someone I was meeting.”
“Oh, I call bullshit on that,” she said with a scoff.
“What are you calling bullshit on?”
Bonnie and I turned to see Ivy coming through the window, a mug of coffee in her hand. She handed it to me before taking Artie's former spot at the table. I muttered a thank you to her.
“Well, I came out here to say hi to AJ and Artie and didn’t realize I would be walking into a thick cloud of sexual tension,” she said right as I took a sip of my coffee, causing me to cough on it slightly.
“Well, well, well. I didn’t pin you as liking the hunky brooding type,” she said, her lips pursed together in a smile. I rolled my eyes.
“That’s what I said!” Bonnie added with a chuckle.
“We were just being friendly,” I insisted. That was met with a chorus of ‘sures’ and ‘rights’ from them. I rolled my eyes again, letting out a small giggle.
“Also, why did he call you ‘Augusta Juniper?’” Bonnie asked.
“Oh, um, he asked me what my name was, and I told him AJ. But when he asked what AJ stood for I wouldn’t tell him. So he said he was going to call me different names until he figures it out,” I said with an innocent shrug. Bonnie and Ivy looked at each other, before looking at me with their mouths open, adorned with astonished smiles. “What?”
“That is the cutest fucking thing I have ever heard,” Ivy said in an excited high pitched tone. My cheeks blushed.
“I think I’m going to go enjoy my coffee inside if you guys keep this up,” I told them. “Oh, by the way, Ivy? Is Michelle still in my bed, or can I go in and change my sheets now?”
Ivy’s cheeks turned crimson at my words. Bonnie turned to look at Ivy, her wide astonished face returned.
“Did you score with Michelle?” Bonnie asked.
“Honestly, I’m not totally sure? I remember kissing her and then waking up this morning to being cuddled up with her mostly naked. So, I don’t fully know what happened. I’m kind of embarrassed,” she said, crossing her arms across her middle.
“Oh doll, don’t be embarrassed. She was flirting with you all last night. I’m sure if you two did anything it was mutual and consensual,” I told her reassuringly.
“Yeah, I know. I still wish that I would have remembered.”
“It happens. Don’t fret about it. You and Michelle can have a conversation about it when she wakes up,” I told her. “So to answer my question, is she awake?”
“She wasn’t before, but she might be now. I don’t want her to think I ditched her. Also, thank you for being okay with waking up and seeing us in your bed. Where did you sleep?”
“The tub.”
My answer was met with laughs from Bonnie and Ivy before they decided to head back inside. Before I headed back in, I picked up my plate and glass from the table and noticed that the book Artie had been reading on the floor of the fire escape.
I leaned down and picked it up with my free hand and turned it over to see the cover. It was Spock Must Die!. I breathed out a laugh to myself. He was this handsome, brooding, very muscular jock-looking guy, yet here he was reading a Star Trek novel. There was definitely more to him than I initially thought.
Continue to… Chapter Two
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The Soldier of the Night
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summary: y/n finally takes matters into her own hands and escapes hydra. but it won't be as easy as she tought...
warnings: mentions of blood and child neglect
pairings: avengers x teen!reader (platonic)
genre: angst-ish, fluff at the end
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Y/N Y/LN, but no one calls you by that name. To the world you are known as The Soldier of the Night, the merciless murderer. Mothers all over the world use you to teach their kids about most dreadful dangers. People gather around campfire in woods and share scary stories of your cold heart and homicides you don't feel guilty about. You are the biggest fear of each and every government there is in world.
And you always wonder what all those people would say if they knew how old you were. Or that you never kill willingly. Or that you silently pray every night for the victims you harmed or killed in your brainwashed state.
Or that hydra has no control over you anymore. You are currently running, without exact destination, just to get as far from hydra as you can. They are probably alerted of your absence by this point, but you are already in New York, so you can maybe find a hiding spot before they find you.
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-Avengers pov
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Nick Fury hurried to the avengers tower, where he called a sudden meeting this morning.
When he came in Steve and Sam were sweaty, probably just came from their morning jog. Bucky was still fighting sleep in his pyjamas, hair sticking out in different directions. Wanda was starring daggers at him for waking her up so early. Tony and Bruce were in lab coats, probably didn't sleep at all. All other avengers were at their respective missions.
"I called this meeting because my resources told me infamous Soldier of the Night is out of hydra HQ. We don't know why, but it's probably another killing mission for hydra. He is currently laying low, somewhere around south entrance to the city. Your mission is to stop him from harming anyone and bring him here. Alive if possible, it would benefit us to know what are hydra's plans at the moment." he finished.
"Alright." said Steve dutifully. "Any information we can get on him before we go?"
"Not much. Only that he is dangerous, and doesn't spare anyone. He is a ghost story. We don't even know if it's a he, that's just a guess."
"Very well. Everyone suit up, I expect you in front of tower in 10." Steve said and left, other avengers following behind.
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They came back that evening, exhausted of their unsuccessful search. There was no trace of the soldier. But they had to keep looking as long as there's hope to get rid of the monster.
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-2nd person pov
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Your heart was racing a hundred miles. You were well aware of the possibility of hydra finding you. But you didn't expect it to be this soon. You were in hiding for only 2 months and they already tracked you down.
Windows broke on your left side and hydra agents started piling in. At the same time on your right side the door broke down revealing whole avengers team, with few additions. You faintly remember one of them as The Winter Soldier, but what was he doing with avengers? Your toughts were cut short by a punch in your face delivered by one of hydra agents.
That's when it snapped: you had to fight for your life. And you probably had to fight both sides.
You started fighting hydra agents, harming them as much as you can without killing.
The avengers stand at the doorstep, and you faintly hear one of them saying "What the actual fuck?". They seemed belivered.
But they soon join the fight knocking out hydra agents. A fist connected with the back of your head, knocking you out into pool of darkness.
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Light clacking of bottles was the first thing you hear when you wake up. You squint your eyes open, panic finnaly kicking in to where you are. Your first tought was that you were back in hydra HQ, but the room was way too light for that, and hydra wanted you dead.
You started panicking and franatically got out of the bed, trying to escape. Whoever this is, they nean no good. Even avengers want to kill you. But as soon as you got up, black dots invaded your vision, causing you to fall. But before you hit the groung a pair of arms caught you, leading you to sit back in bed.
"Hey, hey sweetie calm down. No one will harm you here. Don't make any sudden movements, your head is still not completely healed." a man told you.
You just layed back and watched him bandage your wrist.
"I am Bruce Banner, by the way. What is your name?" he asked kindly.
"Y/N Y/LN" you whispered, almost inaudibly but he heard it.
"Alright, Y/N. I think I bandaged all your bruises. Rest of the team is waiting out, do you maybe want to meet them?"
By 'team' he probably meant rest of the avengers. You saw a big 'A' painted on the wasll, so that had to be it, right? You immediately shook your head no, eyes widening in fear. You still weren't sure they won't harm you, and meeting them seemed overwhelming in your current state.
"It's okay, calm down. You can meet them later. I will stay with you a little. We could talk if you want?"
You just shrugged your shoulders, not particularly fond of talking with anyone, but not wanting to seem rude because he did help you.
"Okay. How old are you Y/N?" he asked slowly.
"(your age)" you quietly said.
"Dear lord, you really are just a kid. I'm so sorry for everything you've gone through."
You just zoned out, thinking about everything that happened, when something poped up in your mind.
"Mr. Banner?" you asked shyly.
"Call me Bruce kiddo. What is it?"
"I tought I saw The Winter Soldier at the door when you guys came to get me?"
"Oh yes. Bucky. He was also in hydra, as you probably know. He was brainwashed. I suppose you were too?"
"I was, every time I killed somebody. Sometimes I went to missions with other agents and they didn't brainwash me, but I never killed anyone when I was in my senses." You started thinking about your victims as teers pooled in your eyes.
"We supposed so. Do you want me to bring Bucky in a little? Maybe he can help you feel better, because he knows what you're going through."
You slowly nodded, not wanting to reject meeting avengers the second time.
"Alright, he'll be here in a minute." Bruce gave you a gentle smile and patted your shoulder.
A minute after he exited, in came Bucky. He looked better than when you saw him last, but you doubted he's seen you. You were sneaking out, tryna find some food, when you heard and saw agents torturing him. That's about only memory you have of him, along with stories you've heard from other people.
"Hello there doll. How are you? Bruce told me you remember me." he said gently, sitting at the edge of your bed.
"I-I am alright, i guess. Th-thanks. And yes, I do. A little. I was passing by door, when I saw them torturing y-yo-you." you started sobbing a little, the memory bringing back others. Memories of them torturing you. And you torturing other people in your brainwashed state.
"Hey don't cry. It's okay, shhh. Come here." he opened his arms, and you hesitantly scooted closer, not exactly sure what he wanted. He circled his arms around you, and you flinched, thinking he's gonna attack you. But he just gently kept his arms wrapped around you, soothingly rubbing you back. after some time you wraoed your arms around his middle, still not sure what's going on.
But it was a nice feeling. You never felt something like it before. You felt so safe, like nothing could harm you as long as you two stay like that. You wanted to know what was all this about.
"Wha-at are you do-oing?" you asked after you stopped sobbing, but still hiccuping a little.
"Oh, I'm hugging you. Are you uncomfortable? I will stop if you are. Sorry." he said starting to draw back.
"No!" you quickly said, clutching onto him like koala. You were afraid the sense of comfort will leave you as soon as he withdraws from you.
"Shhh, doll. I won't let go. Never. Nothing will ever harm you here kiddo. We will take care of you. You can live normal life, like all other kids. Maybe go to school after you adapt to your surroundings. Here is a kid Peter he is about your age. You can make friends your age. And of course we will be your friends. For as long as you want it."
"Wait, I can live here? I'm not a burden?"
"No, of course not. Don't ever think that, please."
"B-Bu-Bru" you struggled to remember what Bruce told you his name was.
"Bucky. Or James, whichever you prefer kid."
"Oh okay. What are hugs Bucky?"
"Well I'm hugging you right now. You hug people ti show your emotions. Like comfort, thankfulness, happiness, love. It's what friends do."
"Wait wait wait. You never had a hug before?? Like ever????" a new voice boomed. It sounded genuine but way too loud. You flinched instinctively and hid your face in Bucky's shoulder. He tightened his hold on you for comfort.
"Can you be any louder Thor? And no she was practically raised in hydra, they don't exactly hug around." Bucky said.
"I am sorry, lady Y/N. For frightening you, and for my inappropriate question. I am Thor Odinson." he said coming closer to you.
"It's okay Mr. Thor. I'm Y/N Y/LN, nice to meet you." you said shyly.
"Oh it's lovely meeting you too. I came here because brother Stark asked me to ask you if our presence is wished upon now."
"Huh, what do you think, doll? Ready to meet 'em now? No pressure." Bucky quietly asked, only for you to hear.
You tought about it for a second, but if everyone is nice as three you already met, you'd like to meet them all. And with quiet "okay", Bucky nodded to Thor and he left to call the others in.
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That night you layed in your bed, thinking of that day's events. You met everyone, since no one had missions assigned. They were all really nice to you. Even Loki, which surprised every avenger. You were not sure why tho, Loki was nice, and his voice was comforting. The Maximoff twins were really funny, and Tony already started making you your own room! Everyone else you've met was aweosme: Natasha, Clint, Steve, Sam and Rhodey. Peter was shy but nice, he promised to show you some good movies and he was belivered when you said you don't know what those are.
Bucky was still you favorite. He stayed the longest, promising to come and visit you first thing in the morning. You hoped he'll hug you again, you were quite fond of hugs now.
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Few months passed since avengers saved you. Life couldn't be better at this point. You were home schooling, or rather preparing to go to real school next year. Peter already introduced you to his friends from school you are going to attend. You were training to become an avenger, and it was so exciting.
You were currently having breakfast tho, sitting in between Sam and Bucky who were bickering about one thing or other. Tony was dancing funnily while making pancakes, while Nat was trying to throw as many blueberries as possible at him. You heard Clint somewhere in wents above you, probably setting up a prank. You smiled to yourself. Even though you never knew love, or had a family until two months prior, avengers accepted you. They were slowly becoming your family, and you couldn't imagine your life without them. ;)
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Amoreena | Chapter fourteen
Chapter fourteen
main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.
Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.
Chapter Warnings: talks of spencers major anxiety, parental death tw (not Diana or bob and Linda), trauma talks, computer hacking and new members joining the family...
word count: 4k
from the beginning <3
Taylors biggest surprise that weekend was what she had planned for Amoreena that night.
She set up a fort in the theatre room, they had every snack imaginable and any movie of her choice to watch. Karaoke in the corner, popcorn being popped in a theatre-style machine, and 3 different, matching child and adult, princess dresses for them to choose from.
It was all an elaborate plan to keep her preoccupied until bedtime, which Taylor offered to handle so that her parents could have a little wedding night date alone.
They’re all ready for a wonderful night when Spencer’s phone started ringing.
“Hello?” Spencer answers, sneaking away from the girls so he could hear better.
“Spencer, I am so sorry to interrupt you this late, but we have a situation… it’s not something that should be discussed over the phone. Do you have someone to watch Amoreena while you and Y/N come into the bureau? As soon as you can?”
His stomach drops, he feels instantly sick. “Not until you tell me who’s dead, who’s dying or who’s trying to kill us.”
“No one is, Spencer, it’s not a case or criminal related, it’s… personal, someone is here to see you,” she sounds serious and Spencer is still just as worried.
“I’ll tell the girls,” he responds before hanging up.
Y/N is standing right behind him, listening with wide eyes as she waits to soothe his panic. They worked like a well-oiled machine, she could physically feel his anxiety and in return, something about her just being there made him physically feel better.
“What’s wrong?” Taylor asks as she appears behind Y/N, Amoreena now off changing into one of the dresses she picked.
“They won't tell me on the phone but they need me and Y/N back at Quantico as soon as possible,” Spencer explained with a pale face, “we can go in the morning.”
“I’m fine watching Amoreena for the night, there’s a hanger down the road with a few of my dad’s planes, I can have someone take you to Virginia within the next hour? It's only 7 pm, I’m sure you can be back before bedtime?” Taylor offered her services for the 100th time that day, “It’s not a problem, really, and they wouldn’t call if it wasn’t serious, they’re the FBI after all.”
With that, they said goodbye to Amoreena and told her they’d be back before she woke up in the morning. If not, she had Y/N’s cellphone for the night to call them before she goes to sleep and when she wakes up, so she won't bother Taylor that early. (Even though Taylor said she wouldn’t mind early morning Amoreena cuddles.)
He was anxious on the drive to the small airport, the old man named Norman, chartering them that night was incredibly kind, they were granted lading access in Quantico and before he could prepare, they were up in the air. He chatted up a storm with Y/N on the headset radio as Spencer overthought the upcoming chat with JJ and stared out at the world below them.
On queue, he jumped from anxious to scared when they land, before getting in the shuttle from the airstrip to the front entrance, but he’s so incredibly terrified when it comes time to actually start the walk to the bullpen.
“Will you come in with me?” His small voice asks as she is pinning a visitors tag on her shirt.
“Of course,” she smiled, taking his hand as they walked into the elevator together.
He grips her hand tighter as the elevator stops, dipping and returning to the right height and making his stomach drop the same way a rollercoaster would. He hated that feeling more than anything, having it alongside the anxiety wasn’t helpful.
He can see JJ and another girl sitting together at his old desk. She’s smiling at whatever JJ says, she looks exactly like Amoreena just with box-dyed black hair that shines purple under the lighting. She’s in all black, she pushes her glasses up her nose with her sweater hiding her hands, Spencer knows she’s a foster kid from just her posture.
“JJ,” Spencer makes their presence clear and the little girl turns to him with a huge smile, running to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. “Hi?”
She’s sobbing ten and he doesn’t know why or even who she is, he lightly holds her with complete shock on his face. He stares at JJ with wide eyes and a gaping mouth as he communicates the confusion and terror with his eyes.
“This is Josephine Elliot, or Jo as she likes to be called, her parents passed away a few months ago and she recently found out her biological father was actually a sperm donor and not her moms husband,” JJ explains a little before sighing and sitting on the edge of the desk.
“She hacked into the sperm bank and found your name, and google led her to the FBI and they stopped her at the second gate, the first only let her in thinking she was your other daughter, Amoreena.”
“I’m so sorry,” the poor girl wipes her tears with her sweater sleeves, “I don’t know why I hugged you when you don’t even know me, ew sorry.”
Spencer pulls her back into a hug, “it’s okay, you don’t have to worry about wanting a hug ever again. You can have whatever you need from me.”
She cries more, holding on to his shirt as he holds her, shushing her softly and rubbing his hand over her back. It’s weird how safe she seems this early in their acquaintance with one another, but he understands it. She’s so desperate for someone related to her to love her again, to replace what she was missing from her parents, that she’s already accepted him as a father without thinking it through. Without even know what he would be like to her.
When she finally calmed down enough, Spencer led her towards the briefing room so they could have a moment alone to talk. He wanted to know her, and she needed to know him before she made another big decision. He let her know who he was, what he used to do and the rundown on his relationship with Y/N and Amoreena.
“So you met her at the park and got married a week later because you both have dead exes and somehow through fate, you made a kid together?” She summed it up in a way that made it sound ridiculous.
“Mutual trauma is a great bonding tool, I’m sure you probably listen to rock music or anything sad and angry because you know someone feels the exact same way you do? I was like that when I was a teenager. We've both lost someone we loved and then made Amoreena out of pure luck,” he combated her snarky summary with his own profile of her.
“I actually like Taylor Swift, Paramore, Evanescence and Olivia Rodrigo when I need to scream about being sad, thank you very much,” she teased him, finding a very easy rhythm as they got to know one another.
“You’re going to lose your mind when you find out who’s with Amoreena right now,” Spencer smiles, somehow everything just fits together.
“What?” She looks so confused, scrunching her face the same way he did to push her glasses up without her hands.
“It’s a long story, but essentially we were at Taylor Swift’s house when JJ called, she’s watching Amoreena still,” Spencer explained, watching her jaw drop.
“Who the fuck are you, dude?” She whispered, and it took Spencer by surprise. “Sorry, I’m so used to swearing in front of adults lately to get my point across. But seriously, you’re so interesting…”
“Understandable,” Spencer laughs lightly at her strange compliment. “I have a lot of connections, and I’ll do anything to see the people I love, smile, that includes you now.”
“You barely know me and you’re just ready to accept that I’m your kid? Didn’t this just happen to you last week?” She laughs at the insanity of it all, “you’re going to have a million kids at this rate, dude.”
Again, she calls him dude and he knows she’s just trying to distance her emotions as they grow fonder and fonder. A coping mechanism so that she doesn’t get hurt anymore, she’s lost too much and she’s not going to love him just to lose him too.
“My dad ran out on me when I was a kid, I basically raised myself when my mom’s schizophrenia got bad, I know what it’s like to feel alone even when you’re with people who are supposed to love you,” he makes sure she knows who he is inside.
“I’m sorry,” she reaches a hand out for him, holding it softly. “I never really liked my dad growing up, he always felt off… I can’t explain it, but he was never the same guy twice he was either angry, miserable or scarily happy," she explains him and all Spencer can think is how he sounds like an unsub.
"I do miss my mom a lot, I didn’t know what else to do when I found out they couldn’t have babies together and she went to a Sperm bank without telling him. I know the names of your other kids too, besides Amoreena, I’m really surprised you found her mom without hacking the system too but, yeah, Dylan is 6 and Alice is 10, they’re both in DC with the same 2 mom’s, so if you didn’t want me, I was going to see if they would cause I’m technically their stepdaughter in a weird way and if I spent one more day in that foster home I would have ended it all,” it's a Reid rant, she's his for sure.
It takes him a minute to absorb it all, “wait, Amoreena is mine for sure?”
She nods like it’s a stupid question, “could you not tell my just looking at her? The 3 of us have the same face.”
“No, they wouldn’t tell us at the clinic,” Spencer is still in shock but more so that she got into the database so easily, “how did you do it?”
“It was easy, I had all the information about the sample my mom used so I just encrypted an email to the secretary of the sperm bank so as soon as she clicked the link to read more I’d have access to her computer, they didn’t even know I was in the system, they probably still don’t know I was there,” she explains it exactly how Penelope would.
“I don’t want you to think I’d ever not want you,” Spencer holds her hand a little tighter, “I’m not sure what the process will be like trying to get the foster agency to agree to me taking you home with us, but I’ll see what I can do. We have a big house and enough room for you in our hearts if this is where you’d like to be. I’m not saying it’ll be easy, you might hate the farm life and the isolation and all the cousins you now have, but you’re a piece of me and I’m not letting you go.”
She uses her free hand to wipe her tears on her sleeve again, “please, I know it’s not going to be the same but I miss having a family so much.”
He wraps her up in his arms, he knows the feeling all too well. One day his mom was there, the next day she was gone and no one prepared him for that. She never had to do this alone, Spencer wasn’t going to let that happen to her.
“Y/N is wonderful, you’ll love her and Amoreena. We live on a huge farm and there’s a lot to do during the day and people to spend time with, believe me, you’re going to feel so surrounded by the love you won’t know what to do with it all,” he shares from personal experience.
“Okay,” she hugged him tighter, pressing her face into his neck as he talked more, feeling the vibrations of his voice on her forehead to know that he was real. That his words were true and she was going to be taken care of.
“Is there anything about yourself that you’d like me to know? Or any questions you have? I’m sure this is going to be an interesting adjustment,” Spencer asked as he pulled away, looking down into her sweet eyes and seeing the hope she was still hanging on to.
“Is Y/N even okay with all of this? It’s her house isn’t it?”
“I’m sure she’ll be fine with it, she knew I had you and the other 2 out there somewhere, we just never expected to meet you so soon,” he’s as honest as possible, talking to her the same way he would with Henry, she seemed even more mature than him.
“Can she come in here too? I’d like to get to know her as well, see if she’s really as lovely as you say she is,” she smiled, coping with her trauma the same way he and Y/N did, with humour.
Almost like Y/N could feel him thinking about her, she knocked on the door before opening it a crack, “sorry, I have some updates,” she smiled.
Josephine smiled at her, “come in.”
Y/N sat down close to her and placed her hand on her shoulder, “my sister is a foster parent, she called her caseworker and they were able to rush the emergency next of kin paperwork, you can stay with us for as long as you would like to.”
“You’re serious? You barely know me?” She kept repeating that as if she convinced herself earlier in the day that they wouldn’t want to know her.
Y/N wrapped her up in a soft hug and Spencer saw all the tension leave Josephines body as she settled against her. It had been a long time since a mother held her, she didn’t realize how much she needed it until she was in her arms.
“You’re half Spencer, so by default you have a portion of my heart now too. I’m not going to love you as an obligation or because I feel like I have to, I love you because you’re part of him and our family,” she whispers into her hair, “I know what it’s like to be alone, you never have to be... unless we’re smothering you then I get it, but you know what I mean.”
She laughed in Y/N’s arms before pulling back. Y/N held her face in her hands and looked at her gently. She ran her fingers through her dyed hair, “you’re going to fit right in with the 4 of us.”
“Four?” She repeats, wondering who else they lived with.
“I’m pregnant,” Y/N smiles as Josephine lights up.
“I’ve always wanted to be a big sister,” she cried a little, “my mom named me after Jo from Little Women, she said she always planned to give me lots of sisters.”
“If this one is a girl she’ll be Eleonora like—“
“Like the poem, Edgar Allan Poe is one of my favourites,” Jo smiled again.
Somehow, without even being there, Amoreena’s mess of glitter glue was able to patch her older sister's broken heart right then and there too.
“I read really fast, my mom said she was going to go bankrupt buying books for me,” she opened up more and more, the hurt of the memories fading as she remembered them with happiness instead of mourning.
Her mom was gone, but the love of a mother filled her space once more. Y/N took her under her wing, keeping her warm and making sure he grew to be as happy healthy and wonderful as all her other babies.
—
They arrive at Taylor's door once again at 11:30. Amoreena is sound asleep in the spare room, not even able to change out of her princess costume or phone them to say goodnight. Taylor said she had a sugar crash and just asked to go to sleep, reminding Taylor that she had the best day ever before closing her tired little eyes.
Jo was very anxious to meet Taylor too, telling her a similar story to Y/N’s from just a few hours prior. Taylor made sure she was comfortable for the night in another spare room, making her a hot chocolate and some snacks from earlier that day at lunch. She was the best host, a wonderful friend and an even better honorary godparent to these girls of Spencer’s.
“Can I have a hug?” She sheepishly asks before she has to turn down the hall to her bedroom for the night.
Spencer answers by wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to his chest once more, he wasn’t sure how his heart could hold so much love for these girls, and still have room left to make more one day. It was a dream come true to have a family this big, no one was going to believe that he gained 3 kids and a wife in under a month.
He kissed her on the forehead gently, seeing her smile at the contact let him know it was fine. “Goodnight dad,” she whispers, pressing her lips together awkwardly the same way he did before turning down the hall and disappearing into her room.
She had only a backpack of things currently, not expecting everything to go as smoothly as it did. She had enough clothes to sleep in, and Taylor happily provided some old tour perch to her just in case she needed something new to wear. Something to help her ease to sleep that didn’t feel like she was going back to her old life in the morning.
Amoreena was going to have a field day tomorrow when she met her big sister, the beautiful girl who was busy covering her scars with bandaids provided by Spencer, but it would take a lot of time, effort and care to make her feel truly healed again. It was going to be interesting seeing Amoreena adjust to sharing him so early, especially since he knew Jo would need so much more attention to ease her anxiety moving forward.
Spencer sat on the guest bed beside Y/N, noticing all the rose petals and candles on the dresser and night tables, “oh she really had a lot planned for us.”
“She’s the fairy godmother of our dreams,” Y/N agreed with a laugh. “I don’t mind staying up late tonight if you don’t mind leaving on Monday instead?”
“I was going on suggest the same thing,” he smiled at her, leaning in to press their lips together gently for the first time since the wedding that afternoon.
“let's get into our comfy’s and go for a walk on the beach, Taylor left me the keys to lock up when we come back,” she whispered the words against his lips before smiling.
“Can I call Derek before we go? I really need to talk to him,” he’s honest with her as he pulls away, feeling really anxious and shook up at the events of the day. He needed his best friend.
“Yeah, I’ll go check out the rest of the guest house, come find me when you’re done?” She says softly, getting off the bed with a smile and stepping out of the room with a small wave.
He takes his phone out and dials the number, waiting with the phone pressed against his ear as it rings. Again and again, every new hum in his ear making his heart beat faster, “hello?” He’s finally rescued.
“Have you talked to anyone on the team lately?”
“Who died?” It was everyone’s go-to question when they got a phone call like this one.
“No one, quite the opposite actually—“
“She’s pregnant!” Derek shouts, cutting him off and Spencer can hear Savannah asking who from the background.
“Well, yeah, but that’s not why I'm calling,” Spencer replies only to be met with Derek's laughter.
“Penny and I had a bet on how long it would take.”
“She cheated because she knew we were trying,” Spencer takes the fun from him, Penelope always won. “I have another kid.”
“I know man, birth is so cool— well I’m telling him anyway,” Derek is clearly talking to Savannah and him at the same time, “we’re pregnant again too.”
“No, Derek, I’m pregnant and sick as hell while you’re perfectly fine,” she snaps back at him as she takes the phone. “You better be so kind to her Doctor Spencer Reid; rub her feet, make her breakfast, thank every god on earth and the ground she walks on for being willing to make another version of you, do you hear me?”
“Yes ma’am,” Spencer hold back a laugh, wondering when Y/N would have a hormonal switch like that, “but I didn’t mean the one in her stomach, another fully formed human of my creation walked into the BAU looking for me today.”
There’s a rustling through the phone as Derek takes it back from her, “what the fuck did you just say?”
“Her name is Jo, she’s exactly a month younger than Henry and her parents died 7 months ago,” he continues without even repeating the last part, “Derek I have 3 kids now and I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Where are you right now?”
“In Taylor Swift's guest house.”
“Spencer, be serious with me, are you doing drugs again?"
“Ask Penelope, she contacted Portia, Rossi’s stepdaughter, who contacted Taylor so I could help Y/N and Amoreena meet her, then JJ called and made us fly all the way to Quantico and now I have 2 children living with me and one on the way. Not to mention, child 1 is extremely jealous about sharing me with people and hasn’t even gotten accustomed to being a big sister, and child 2 is so traumatized she hacked the fucking sperm bank and explained it to me like it was as easy as making a sandwich. I am in over my head here, Derek.”
“Okay, that sounded more like Spencer Reid,” Derek’s calm and happy voice calms him slightly and prompts him to take a deep breath. “If she’s able to hack she’s most likely like Penelope, we can introduce them. She’ll need someone who understands the loss of a parent. Amoreena, on the other hand, you need to spend a day with just her. Take her to the movies, or to see a play or something. Let her know she’s always going to be your little girl no matter how many siblings she gets.”
“Thank you, I needed someone who wasn’t my overly optimistic wife to tell me if I could do it,” he’s overly honest, Derek is his person and will always be his person.
“I get it, thanks for calling me, I’m really glad you’re okay,” he can hear Derek's smile and all he wants is a hug from him. “How was the wedding?”
“Good, we all cried a lot,” he laughs then, “we were supposed to have a big dinner on the beach before we got called into Quantico, so I’m going to go spend time with her now, I love you, Derek,” he rushes the words out so he doesn’t get overly emotional.
“I love you too, Spencer, have a good night,” Derek hands up before they both get too emotional. They always had a knack for making the other cry in times like this.
He lets out a deep sigh before tossing his phone on the bedside table. 3 of his 5 kids were here with him and Y/N now, safe and sound. If anyone else needed him, they could wait.
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RE: JUNGKOOK CHANGED IN RUN
Anon:
Why did Jungkook not want to be on Jimin's team in the last run episode? He has changed a lot from before. Thoughts.
My first thought is, you don't gotta interpret everything in a negative light.
Not every strong reaction is a bad reaction.
I'd be a phony ass fraud if I sat here and told you with my two thumbs that I didn't raise a brow at that moment. I did.
Especially when you contrast that episode with run 112 which falls on all fours with this current situation- ok may not all fours.
But in that video, like many others, RM had suggested they form teams based on the sunglasses they wore, just as he had suggested they form teams based on the seating arrangements.
Of course he'd meant it as a Joke just as we discussed in a previous blog post. Personally, I expected they make a draw, rock papers or even dance in circles like they did in the other episode to decide who got who in the competition.
But it seems in all the times he's been paired with JM he's been supper thrilled about it. He even warned the members not to underestimate him and JM when they'd unanimously concluded they were the disadvantaged team in the game- Jin not even bothering to ask them what their scores were on Korean.
He reset the timer to 10 seconds when Jk pointed out he wasn't good at reading fast
When the time stopped and they were asked to make a team of four, he turned to find JM almost immediately as if to make sure JM was part of the four, he held on to his arm to prevent RM from breaking the link.
He was supposed to pair with Yoongi and Jimin with Tae but he didn't even try to find Suga. At least V did try to find Jimin. He moved towards JM and when he realized JK was hugging him he went for Suga.
Throughout the episode he was giving JM tips on how to cheat and shot when he wasn't sure of the answers.
Yet in the last run, he didn't seem as enthusiastic about being paired with JM- or so, he'd have us believe. Smirk.
He ain't slick. Lol.
To me he seemed, on the surface of it, either really salty about the others having Jin or RM on their teams or upon reflection, just plain ass overcompensating for something.
I'd go with the later.
It's similar to how, Jimin got the Sauna card and he'd complained about not liking the Sauna but then swapped cards with Tae so he could be on JM's team.
Or how he'd make a theatrical show of wanting to win a competition but smirk satisfactorily to himself when he loses.
I really don't think it's a big deal.
Personally, I love watching them paired up and doing such activities. It's a great way to see how they work together as partners and as a team.
It's also a great way for them to spend time with eachother, enjoy eachother, nurture their bond and strengthen their relationship.
Fanservice or not, scripted or not, you cannot deny that spending time together doing activities together is good for building a relationship.
They spend a considerable about of time together off cameras but a lot of their time is spent on cameras and at work.
They gotta find a way to make their relationship work on the work as I keep saying. All that 'fanservice' people say they are doing? That's them making it work. They gotta find a way to go on dates, feed eachother, hold each other's hands, tell Jokes, laugh at eachother's jokes, express their attraction for each other, flirt, share eachother's interests and do things couples do without inviting public scrutiny to their every interaction and invasion of their privacy.
So where they see an opportunity they go for it. For JK it's the the little decisions he makes on their behalf like choosing where they will sleep, what activities they can do together, wanting the bigger room, making sure JM wins the presidential suite, or choosing a room detached from the other rooms.
He invests in his relationship the best way he can. Same goes for Jimin.
I keep saying this whole fanservice culture is a win win situation for them- for even any queer idol couple in the same band.
What seem like a challenge could technically be an opportunity for a date for them without dispatch breathing down their necks.
A typical example would be this. Jimin said he wanted to go get Yoga with the others but ended up going with YoonKook on their brewery excursion.
The more time they spend together, on and off cameras the more closer they get and the more they get to know eachother on a deeper level.
But you have to bare in mind, they need their personal spaces too in order for their relationship to function properly.
Jimin used can be very needy in his relationship but for the most part he enjoys his independence too.
Jk has always had a strong sense of independence but he can equally be quote needy and over attached once he is in a relationship- especially when things are going great for him.
Spending time apart, persuing personal goals and interest is good for them.
If it helps, think of moments when they hang around eachother as Jikook dates and when they hang quietly in the background of videos do think of those as them having their me times at work...
Would they miss an opportunity to 'date' or hang privately with eachother? I don't think so.
It's in their dicks interests and the interest of whole production team and crew to allow them to be around eachother as often and as much as they want and can.
I for one, I'm not prepared to sit through yet another excruciating episode of Jungkook wanting Jimin- physically and emotionally. I'm still dealing with the PTSD from the last BonV four episodes.
Y'all buy me Ko-fi please. I don't intend to sit through that shit sober.
If Jk is pushing to be on JM's team and what not it's mostly because he feels he needs to spend more time with him. If he's not pushing for that it just means he or they are both allowing for space and room in their relationship for eachother to pursue other activities and interests or even connect with other members- unless of course they are having relationship problems which I don't think is the case.
Jimin is particularly good at this.
He goes out of his way to nurture his relationship with the others even on set.
He does this especially with Tae.
He'd take Tae to go see places he and JK had already been to, he'd request to take pirate rides with Tae- even though JK is available and won't hesitate to let him know, he often make plans involving Tae or even the others- in Soop when Tae asked him to go ride around the town with him he chose to stay and manspread on Jin and Yoongi. *I'm cackling. Lmho.
Jimin is a funny guy.
Now does this mean he doesn't like spending time with Tae or that he's changed? Hell no.
Hell, Tae does the same thing from time to time too. I mean when he found out he had picked a Sauna card he asked to swap it knowing very well Jimin had picked that card too. Soulmates coulda soulmated that shit in hot piles of steamy.
Sure JK lurks around sometimes. He is the resident intruder stepping on Jimin's other ships' neck. Love him for this. Lol.
Perfect Disney villian.
Tae had to drag his ass away from the kitchen for intruding when he and JM were cooking in the Kitchen. Let's not talk about him physically removing him from JM's car or all the times he's complained about JK raining on his Vmin agenda.
When V wanted to be on a team with JM this man literally sabotaged him, hugging Jimin first. It's his laughter afterwards for me. Lmho.
V needs to insure his Jimin cos at this point it's trademark infringement. Hashtag soulmates. Lololol.
Jk needs to go ahead and free Vmin.
But JM does this too, in much more subtle ways- I'll never forget the look he had on his face when he had to get off the bus and walk home as punishment. It was the most heart breaking thing I ever seen.
Then he had to hang off Hobi to get JK to leave his friends and come to him.
It's why I used an ellipsis the last time I talked about Jimin being very mature now. Old Jimin would have, clapped back, made JK pay for that outburst if he genuinely thought JK meant what he said or believed JK really wanted to be on a team with someone else.
Y'all don't see him when JK compliments other people? He stays kicking his feet under the table🤣🤣🤣🤣
I used to pinch a gurl I liked when other gals talked to her when I was little- In my defense, I didn't even know I liked her or that it was straight up abuse💀
Jimin can be pretty scary and petty when he's mad or offended.
If it helps you sleep at might, think of this moment as just another one of those 'we've been a unit for so long do you wanna be with someone else now' scene from February last year.
Jk answered yes when JM asked him that. But do you really think he meant it?
Jikook is complex, not complicated.
They love eachother.
We can't be looking at their interactions as either or. Grey areas exist and it's not a negative thing.
Signed,
GOLDY
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