#WE ALSO MAYBE GET HER CHILDHOOD???? HELLO!!!!! “BACKGROUND”

[monards]

yet another major W for dovenolia/magnove fans

#WE ALSO MAYBE GET HER CHILDHOOD???? HELLO!!!!! “BACKGROUND” #WE WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #AHHAHAHHAUWHAUH #thankyou to spicaze.... i owe you my life #THEY ARE ALL THAT MATTERS TOO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #MAGNOLIA & DOVE #SYMBIOSIS #SPICAZE

[sashi-ya]

𝑥𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡; 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 ⋆˙⊹ Young! Ishida Ryuuken x f! reader. nsfw

request: @zella07 asked: Hello!! How are you? I hope you are doing well :D I want to request Ryūken Ishida x Female reader NsFw.(Prompt: Snow and Sky) please. Thank you soo much. | tw: nsfw. placed back when Ryu-chan was younger and Uryu wasn't even born. You could say reader became what Katagiri was. (or not, it's up to you). penetration. spanking and slapping. choking. dominant! ryuken | wc: 1.8k | masterlist | taglist: @zella07 @jin-supremacy01 @stygianoir @alexkanroji |

Because every winter you would look at the streets, and then, to the skies. Everything tints in white, like the strands of the slightly wavy hair that covers half of his face.

Ryuuken has left the city to become a doctor, but maybe also to scape from his family. From his family, and her. She, who would represent the sun for him, fell in love with another man, leaving in Ryuuken a hole in his chest, a dark void in his heart. You wonder if, perhaps, he has also left her behind like he did with his old life…

Another new years eve approaches, showing all how cruel and unstoppable the pass of the time is.

You open a pristine white envelope, breaking the Quincy star wax stamp with great pleasure. Once again, the Ishida family is hosting a New Years Eve gathering for you all… the Echt Quincy. However, it was weird enough for you to see that the letter of invitation had a special request added right at the end…

“Dear, (Name). The Ishida family begs for your presence, my son Ryuuken is coming back this year”

You jolt from your seat;  “Ryuu is coming back?!” you scream walking towards the foggy window of your room. You take a look at the sky becoming darker outside with frosted stars all above, and smile pleased… yes, Ryuuken is finally coming back…

The next day had been hectic. Searching for the best dress would have been easier if the Quincy rules weren’t so strict, however you ended up getting the sexiest choice allowed; a white, tight, long dress. Almost as long as the hours passing until you are finally set to meet him again.

“I wonder if his hair is still wavy and white… is he still wearing glasses?” you think, while a car sent by the Ishida family takes you to their manor.

As you take the first step outside, and thank the chauffeur, you breathe the cold air of the year’s last day. “Here we go… I hope you still remember me…”

Inside, everything -as always- looks so perfect and sterile. No fancy decorations, but refined and sad elements that reminds you of how strict that family had been all their life.

A beautiful woman, with black hair and dark attire receives your white coat, a coat only pure Quincies wear. “Welcome, Miss (Name). Please, follow me” she says, smiling with sad eyes.

“Thank you so much, Katagiri…” you mumble, knowing too well who she is; the woman that has taken care of Ryuuken since her childhood.

Music plays in the background, wrapping the notes with the soft bustle of the invitees. A soft mumble that turns into silence when you appear in front of them. Many have an amazed expression on their faces, others, lustful looks bathing your body.

Izumi Ishida, Ryuuken’s mother, older than what you could remember, comes to your rescue. She salutes you, so formal as always.

She doesn’t speak about her son immediately, in fact, many of her questions have to do with you and your life.

“(Name)!” the sudden, and well known, sad voice of Ryuuken pulls you away from his mother. His hair is still as snowlike as always. His blue eyes shine like a winter moon and his expression is still the same… Ryuuken never smiles, Ryuuken still has his heart broken.

“Ryuu-chan!! You are back!!!” you, euphorically, react. Running towards him, remembering those days were you two were kids. A tight hug surrounds his cold embrace, melting for perhaps two or three seconds, his icy stare.

Everybody gasps at your reaction. That isn’t proper of Quincies, much lest Eicht ones. But who cares, who cares about their stupid rules?

Ryuuken does. He really cares. And, just as he pushes you away in a subtle way he also grabs you by your wrist. “(Name), stop. Follow me” he commands under his breathe. Though, you think there is no point in trying not to be loud.

You walk fast, trying to follow his steps into the long hall of the manor. You still smile, he is blushed, and his palm becomes sweaty around your hand.

“Ryuu-chan, what is going on?” you ask, giggling. But soon your smile fades as he pushes you against the wall. “(Name), why are you here?” he asks, rather aggressively with shaky voice.

You widen your eyes, why is he treating you this way? You try to let go off his strong grip, but truth is that you wouldn’t like him to ever let you go.  “Ryuken, why are you hurting me?” you ask, calmly with a deadly smirk.

He swallows and sighs. His stare softens as well as his grip, but he never lets you fully go. “Why are you here? Did my mother call you?” he asks, troubled.

“I- I’ve been invited as always. She told me you were coming back, yes. But it was my decision to come. I missed you… but don’t worry, I’m leaving if it’s a problem to you” you mumble, sad to see how much discomfort your presence seems to be bringing him.

Ryuuken realizes you aren’t the one to blame. “I’m really sorry” he murmurs, letting you go, but keeping his hand on the wall right next to your face. With his head hanging down, he takes his time to sketch a simple answer.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just that my family is desperate for me to marry… and… why must be me?” he says, knowing that the future of the Quincies -again- depends on him.

You bite your lips, and softly approach for his cheek. Carressing with utmost care his chin you pull him up to look at you. His eyes seem a little glossy as if a million of tears were trying to fall at the same time. You smile kindly, taking his glasses off and spreading your arms to receive him in them.

He doubts, but ultimately succumbs to your hug. Ryuken’s forehead rests on your shoulder, and your palm traces circles over his back. You are worried about ruining his white coat with just your touch, but it isn’t important now.

“It’s ok… you can marry me” you suddenly say, surprising him -and frankly yourself-. “What?” he asks, completely dumbfounded.

You laugh lovingly. “I’m an Eicht Quincy… I’m all you need. Let’s get married, let’s give them what they want. I will let you be completely free, you don’t really need to act like a husb-“

He shuts you up with an unexpected, needy kiss. With eyes big as the moon, you let him kiss you and soon your lids fall over them. You enjoy the interaction, the wet tongue of many years of lust…

He doesn’t stop kissing you, and blindly opens the door behind you. None of you know exactly if that was his room or not, but both get inside.

“I- Let’s do it” Ryuken says, resting his forehead on yours. You still have his glasses on your hands, trying not to crush them. You wonder what is he saying… let’s do what?

“Getting married or you fucking me?” you ask, shamelessly. It makes him subtly laugh, you have always been that way with him, since those academy years where he used to “die” for his cousin Masaki.

A smirk on his lips means both, and you let his skilful doctor hands to peel your dress off your body.

“Both?” you ask, once you fall back into a big bed that you assume is for the guests.

“Is it too bad if we have our wedding night before the wedding?” Ryuuken whispers, letting you undress him.

His pale lips travel from the commissure of your lips to your neck; the scent of his skin, as pure as always, invades you. It strikes you with the sweet chocolatey notes of his perfume, and the darkness of his stare now tinted in pure desire. Your legs surrounding his waist, pressing him down harder, joining your sex in wet and hard mixture.

He touches your face when his lips finally unlock from yours. The starcross of his heritage hangs in silver shine from his wrist, metallic reminder of how power can be freeing but also oppressive. A power you delightfully taste by trapping one of the points of the stars with your tongue and into your mouth.

He shivers, and perhaps an out-of-control grunt escapes his throat. “You have always been so tempting, (Name)” he barely murmurs.

“It’s because I’ve always wanted you… but you were too blind to look at me” you recriminate, as he goes down your breasts and bites you hard. It makes you squirm and swear, owning for the second a soft slap on your cheek.

“Don’t talk that way to your future husband” he orders you, turning you around violently. You bury your head on the mattress as Ryuuken pulls you from your hips up. Leaving you on all fours, but with your chest pressed against the bed, he prepares to work you from behind.

You gasp twice. Once for the audacity of turning you around so violently, and two, for the way he acts as you never thought he would.

The white-haired Quincy bends over your curled back, his warm skin against your extra sensitive one. His hand grabbing a full fist of your hair and pulling your head back. “I’ve always wanted you too, let’s keep our bloodline running”.

You smirk looking at him from the side, matching the darkness in which he is immersed in. “Fuck me then, Ryuuken”

No need to tell him to do so, as his white pants go down and his erection nests in between your warm, wet folds. He shivers, his fingers bury in your hips. Ryuuken takes his time to enjoy the embrace of your anatomy without penetrating you right away. He plays with the need of you body, with the way you move in search of his sex invading your insides, stretching you out, filling you…

And only when he is ready to end your suffering is when the tip of his dick dives deep inside your entrance. “Ryuu ~” you mewl, making him spank you hard.

“Shh… it’s almost new year and they will search for us. I don’t want to present my future wife while I fuck her” he grunts, moving in and out of you faster and harder, kissing your back with wet kisses that compete with the sound of his hips slapping yours.  

The words “future wife” sound so good as he fucks you, that you wouldn’t mind if someone else saw you being possessed by Ishida Ryuuken right now.

The cross hanging from his wrists hits yours, giving the doctor a good idea… you don’t carry your Quincy power on your hand, but around your neck. And this man will use the silver chain for a better grip. Pulling from it, you feel every link carving marks on your neck, stopping the air from flowing, choking you like probably the “blue” blood does with him… what a beautiful and dark depiction of his suffering.

Fuck the suffering away, Ryuuken…  

#ryuken ishida #bleach smut #ryuken x smut #sub character #bleach x reader #bleach ryuken #ryuken ishida x reader #bleach #bleach anime #bleach imagines #bleach fanfiction #bleach fanfic #bleach fanart #sashi ya

[vinluco]

What headcanons do you have for the main 4 in max headroom 20 minutes into the future? :)

HELLO HI OHMYGOSH OKAY sorry if this list isnt that expansive!! i cant think of all of mine, might update later djsjsjsjs-

My headcannons for 20 Minutes into the Future (below cut!!)

Max!!

Asexual, but I think he'd also be on the aromantic spectrum too?

Only knows a lot of things because of Edison's memory, and acts like he's a hot-shot know-it-all because of it. Mans has never played golf a DAY in his life.

I completely agree with the headcanmon that he blows tv fuses when he gets mad, but I think if he were to sleep, his background would only show up as a kind of "screensaver." Y'know?

Has a toothgap due to Edison's accident. He doesn't mind it, personally! :3

Cannot physically age unless he chooses to. I stress this because of the Channel 4 Digital Switchover commercial, in which Max is shown to be aged. I, for one, A.) Do not count that as canon, and B.) Don't believe Max can age physically. Though, yes, he is old in our world.

Hates his stutter. Tries not to show that he's insecure (macho, masculine, 80s persona type shit,) but in reality he can't help it and genuinely despises how he talks.

If!! If ever given a body (Bryce prolly built it), he would be taller than Edison. Max would be ECSTATIC.

Doesn't listen to a lot of music, normally. He might put on like, pop or disco sometimes, but its not like he gets too much into it.

AuDHD

Edison !!

I think he'd have a secret soft spot for country. Like, country or jazz, y'know?

Closet Bi. C'monnnnnn, you can't tell me that man isn't the biggest repressed bicon ever.

Doesn't have a tooth gap, unlike Max, but does have a scar from the accident. Doesn't like to talk about it.

Isn't mad at Bryce for the accident, he knows Bryce didn't mean any real harm.

Iced coffee bitch. Embarrased about it.

I think he had a normal childhood,, he feels like he did. Maybe some elements of religious trauma, coming from the related episode,,, Something something,,, Vanna Smith's relationship with Edison is meant to represent his past beliefs and how they still have a grip on him,,,, something something their one night stand was a metaphor for reliving your trauma and coming out of it changed/with a new lens,,,, something something,,,,

,,,I have mixed feelings about him and Theora,,,,

One one hand, yeah! Cool! They have good chemistry, and they have their motives to be in a relationship!

On the other hand, it would do Theora's character a misjustice to simply make her get into a relationship with Edison just cus,,,, i dunno,,,

Edison would HATE that Max would be taller than him. Matt Frewer/Edison is already a tall dude, but,,,, make Max 7'6 you cowards. /hj

Always breaks his vidicams, hides them from Murray and Cheviot but knows they'll eventually find out. Time out for Mr. Digital Sherlock >:P

Hangs out with Blank Reg when he's not covering stories, I think Eddy and the Big Time Television crew would have a great friendship!!

Do not call him Eddy.

Theora!!

Also Bi, but leans towards women :) Maybe like, Biromantic Asexual?

Her and Edison do hang out, like, outside of work, but the thought of "romance in the workplace" icks her out (valid, honestly.)

Sometimes plays into Max's antics, I think they'd have a great dynamic (shame it wasn't explored more.)

Completely meant to slap Murray in "Security Systems." No, she didn't need to sell the bit. No, she didn't need to warn him. Fuck Murray. All my homies hate Murray 😤

I see her liking glam rock,,, or like, some kind of rock (70s and 80s, ofc). She's giving me like, Sweet or The Ramones kinda vibes,,,

I think her childhood was a bit rough, but thata just vibes. We never get specifics, I think, but maybe I'll write a fanfic someday and explore it. (do y'all want Max Headroom fics I'll fuckin DELIVER.)

(( she is so fuckin pretty oh my godddd :O ))

Bryce !!

Aromantic. Not to fall into the trope that like "haha, smart character aro/ace!!" but, seriously. Do you think he wants anything to do with that? Nah, science #1, and y'know? Thats valid, you funky little dude.

Funky Little Dude™️

More of a gremlin than the show lets on. I know if he were around modern-day, dude would be slamming back monsters and talking about The Fog and The Rot.

Troubled childhood. Sent off to a tech school at an early age, didn't grow up woth his family around, or many friends. It's canon, what the f u c k.

iPad baby. Enough said.

Feels guilty about Edison's accident.

Literally says that he "felt fear for the first time" when he was /freezing to death./

Bryce???? Do you need a therapist??? Buddy?????

The only adults in his life want to use his genius to get more ratings. Bryce is but a toy to them. I need to psychoanalyze him. Puts him in a salad spinner.

On a lighter note!! Listens to classical music unironically!! Weirdo!! /pos

You literally can't tell me he isn't autistic. As someone on the spectrum, I bestow him this headcanon. Can't read social queues, doesn't understand figures of speech, flat tone of voice, ect. He's on the spectrum 😤

#max headroom #edison carter #matt frewer #80s #20 minutes into the future #Theora Jones #amanda pays #Bryce Lynch #Chris Young #mitzy garbles #headcanons #RAMBLES ABOUT THEM RAMBLES ABOUT THEM #im sorry if this sucks!! #its my first time making a headcanon post lol #i hope you enjoy! #thanks for submitting <3

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬 ~ 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: It's the time of year when everything gets a little distant, the world a little colder. And sitting in your room, you get to witness the first snow with Alcina by your side. Read it on AO3 here! Warnings: None!! Unless you're allergic to fluff. Notes: Hello~ Tiffany is back again with one of her slightly older fics hehe. I think I've posted this one before but I couldn't find it for my masterlist so I'm posting it again. Also yes, I know this fic is about the first snow smack dab in the middle of summer (at least for Canada) but you know what! I don't care, lol. I absolutely adore winter and the atmosphere it brings, so homely and warm and everything good. So here we are, happy reading!

Today was a quiet one. The mid-afternoon sun streamed through the large windows and the sounds of the castle had settled down to a softer noise in the background after the hecticness that comes with any morning. Glancing up, you look towards one of the windows of Castle Dimitrescu and see the vast expanse of Village spread out before you, but something else catches your eye.

Standing up from the large chaise you had been sitting on, with soft steps you pad over to get a closer look. It was a bit chilly, warm breath sure to make wisps in the cold winter air, and in awe you watch as the first snowfall of the season plays out before your very eyes. Cold weather wasn't anything new in the country of Romania, and yet after all this time, this was still a view you'd never get sick of. The small little snowflakes drifting down to Earth from the skies, painting the world in a sparkling white. It reminded you of the winters of your childhood and how much life has changed since then, and yet you wouldn't change the life you had now for anything.

You adjust your robe slightly, pulling it around more tightly around you for warmth, not that you needed to though. It was more of a comfort than anything else. Your body hardly got cold anymore, not when you yourself were made of fire, a result of the attack all those years past... Sometimes you still felt the lingering ache of being reborn, the old scars forever a reminder despite your healing abilities.

Regardless, you were here now and that's all that matters.

"Darling? Are you in here?" A voice called out just past the door of the room. It was just a courtesy though, you knew Alcina could hear the steady thump of your heart for miles with her supernatural hearing and all.

"Yes, dearest," you call out softly, turning around to look towards your lover as she crouched through the small door. With fluid steps, she's in front of you in seconds, a relaxed smile on her face. She too donned a robe, a rich burgundy colour that matched the golden hue of her eyes perfectly. Despite her relaxed demeanour she still exuded that sort of etherealness you can't find anywhere else on earth, still oozed the authority that comes with being a woman in her position.

And she was all yours.

For a moment you glance down at the shining ring on your left hand before looking up at Alcina, a grin meeting your lips as you will your body to float upwards to match her height, an easy feat when you were made of butterflies you supposed.

"Is this where you've been hiding away, dearest?" she says, an amused look on her face, "I've hardly seen you all day." Lifting her hand she runs it over your cheek gently, her lips upturned in a grin.

That was the thing with Alcina. Despite her stature, she was nothing but gentle with you (well, unless the situation called for... otherwise), as if you were made of ice, delicate. Her little snowdrop, she would call you. It was ironic really, since you were essentially the opposite of snow.

You had asked about it one day, maybe a year after you had gotten your powers, why she still called you that.

You and Alcina were sitting in bed, finally getting a moment of repose after a chaotic day of planning for the upcoming winter solstice festival in the village. You sat in Alcina's lap, your head lying on her chest as you both read the book she held in her hands.

Eventually, the weariness of the day caught up to you, and you yawned loudly. Glancing down at you overtop her reading glasses, Alcina wordlessly closes the book and places it down beside her.

"Are you tired, my little snowdrop?" she asks, running a hand through your hair, the action soothing you so much that you yawn once more.

"Why do you still call me that, Alci?" you ask, wiping away the tears that had formed from repeatedly yawning.

"Whatever do you mean?" she asks, looking down at you with a confused look on her face.

"'My little snowdrop', why do you still call me that? I mean, it doesn't really make sense, not when I'm made of these now," you say, lifting a hand. On it, a little red butterfly fluttered its wings, little wisps of fire left behind in its wake.

"Hm," she pauses momentarily, "well, it's because I think of you as my snowdrop, snowdrop," she says with a chuckle, which makes you snort. She runs her hands through your hair for a moment before speaking again.

"I think it makes sense though, regardless of your butterflies. Snowdrops are small, delicate, beautiful. Everything that embodies you, my darling," she says, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. Turning around slightly, you look up at her and are met with golden eyes filled with nothing but affection.

"But even more so," she continues, "the word snowdrop...snow. There's a sort of strength to snow, isn't there? It's a graceful thing, stunning to look at as each snowflake falls to the floor, individualistic in its own right. From afar it's easy to enjoy, but the moment you step outdoors you're met with the freezing cold that nips any skin left uncovered. Stay out too long and you begin to freeze slowly but in a way, it's also fast, so fast that you don't even notice you're freezing until you're already halfway gone. That in itself is strength isn't it?" You pause for a moment, rendered speechless. Alcina really had a way with words, and it caught you off-guard at times. You soak in her words, tilting your head in contemplation before nodding wordlessly.

"And you're just like that, snowdrop. An ethereal being, easily admired from afar, but step closer and you will see that you're not just beautiful, but full of strength as well, not something so easily stepped on." Alcina finishes with a smile. At her words your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but regardless your heart still fills with warmth.

"I... didn't know you thought of me like that Alcina," you say, albeit a bit embarrassedly.

"Well, I do. Every word I spoke I think to be true, you're stronger than you know," Alcina says, the slightest tint of red on her cheeks at her honesty.

"Well, then I like the name then, darling," you say with a smile.

"I'm glad you do, my little snowdrop," Alcina says, her lips upturning into a smile that matches your own.

Snapping back to the present, you smile a bit at the memory before responding to Alcina.

"It felt like a bit of an antisocial sort of day, darling. I'm sorry," you say, glancing off to the side. Alcina takes one of your hands into her own with a sigh, pressing a kiss onto your palm.

"There's no need to be sorry, my love, how many times must I tell you that. I understand things get overwhelming at times, it's quite alright", she says, which makes you look back up at her fondly.

"Thank you for always being so understanding Alcina, I don't know what I'd do without you," you say before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her lips. The feeling never changed, her full soft lips on yours as your heart filled a bit more with love for this woman. You feel her smile into the kiss before pulling away slightly.

"It's the least I could do, darling," she says before pecking your lips once more. Then her gaze is pulled from your own to the one behind you and she lets out a soft gasp.

"My, it's snowing already?" she asked, more to herself if anything. Her eyes are filled with an almost childlike glimmer, the view before you so pure it made your heart soar with affection. Alcina had always told you winter was her favourite season. It really suited her.

"It is, darling. I noticed it just before you came in," you say.

"Perhaps we should go on a stroll then, my little snowdrop. The first snow is always the most beautiful."

"I'd fit right in then, wouldn't I?" you say with a giggle, making Alcina chuckle before grabbing your waist and pulling you close.

"I would say yes, but you stand out amongst the crowd, my love. My pretty little snowdrop," Alcina says, kissing you once more.

A/N: This fic always gets me so softtttttt. I love Alcina, so much.

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[jackie5656]

Illuminated With; Sirius Black

A/N: Hello again! I know I’m on a James kick atm, but I wrote this in my notes ages ago with Sirius in mind, and it only seemed right to keep it as his. Besides, Sirius is undoubtedly a girl dad, nothing can be said to change my mind. Also, the names of the Black family follow the stars and constellations as many of you know, so if you find the girls’ names unique, that’s why. I really just want to give these characters a happy ending. So this is all absolutely canon in my mind. Anyways, enjoy! 

T/W: Slight, slight mentions of childhood abuse and details of injury. This one is on the shorter side, shockingly. NOT PROOFREAD YET. 

          “It’s her teething Lill’s” you shush your six month old between sentences, “it’s been much worse than what I remember from Nova and Maia.

“Poor thing, Harry had a lot of trouble too.” Lilly is solemn on the other line, you can hear water running from yet another load of dishes. “Hun, would you please-” she’s interrupted with an onload of kisses, giggling the whole time.

“Hi, James.” You smile fondly at his antics, hearing them cease on the other side.

“Whose been preoccupying my lovely wife the past hour? I’m not fond of sharing, you know.”

“She was my best friend first, Prongs.”

“Well Pads was my best friend first.”

“Touché, Potter.” You rummage through the freezer for another teething ring, turning on your heel in realization. “It’s quiet in my house.” You mutter, mostly to yourself.

“Too quiet.” Lilly finishes, any parent aware of it’s meaning.

Just then, your two older daughters waddle into the room. Tiny bodies swamped in ties and suit jackets belonging to their father. Each wearing a pair of his dress shoes on the wrong foot.

“Merlin, they really do grow up so fast. I have two businesswomen in my house.” The girls trip over their own feet, giggling the whole way to the kitchen and smiling big for your camera.

“Take pictures, y/n! I want to see the babies!” James shouts on the other end of the line, no doubt hovering over his wife with excitement. “Lill’s, why don’t we try for another? They have us beat by a landslide!”

“We’re wildly outnumbered, James. Besides, Sirius practically makes a fourth child.”

“Fourth child?” Sirius holds his bike helmet against his waist, kicking off his boots in the mud room before entering. “Is this how I find out you’re pregnant again?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Harry, sweetheart. Don’t touch that-” there’s a clatter on their end, what sounds like, from your unfortunate experience, a drink spill. Harry begins to cry, and there’s immediate cooing from James in the background. “Merlin, I’ll have to catch up with you later. Maybe a visit to the park tomorrow, or some tea at the house?”

“Sounds lovely, the girls miss Harry dearly.”

“Hear that, Harry? Your cousins want to see you.” This calms the distant crying, and there’s a small shout of excitement from Prongs, eager for another round of tea parties.

“Talk to you later, Lill’s. Love you.”

“Love you!” The line drops, and you can give your full attention to the scene going on in front of you. Sirius scans the room in a feigned panic, looking behind couch cushions and cupboard cabinets in search of your daughters.

“Sweetheart, we’ve lost the children!” He shakes your shoulders, pressing a kiss to Ophelia’s head as she drools on her teething ring.

“I’m sure they’re around somewhere.” And, of course, the five and two year old are stood right at your feet, overcome with laughter. Sirius crouched to get to their level, grabbing each one of their hands.

“Young ladies, you must help me find my daughters! Merlin, how could I live a life with only one of my three princesses?”

“We’re right here, daddy.” Maia assures through a mouthful of thumb. Nova frowns, not wanting to blow the cover of what she believes is an effective disguise.

Your husband is still in his biking outfit, never having rid himself of the dangerous hobby. It took a lot of convincing, but you’ve managed to compromise on the motorcycle. You’ve come to understand it’s an outlet for him, a sense of freedom and adventure he needed so badly as a kid, that sometimes still lingers in adulthood. You run your fingers through his dampened, messy locks. Unsurprisingly, even helmet hair looks good on Sirius Black.

“What, where are you?” It even gets you laughing, the melodramatics as he whips his head around the room, utterly confused. Maia slips out her (fathers) jacket, engulfing him in a hug. “Oh, my sweet girl! Where were you?” He lifts her shirt so her belly shows, blowing raspberries into the soft skin as she squeals. “Wait a minute now.” As if he’s put all the pieces together, Sirius tugs off your oldest daughters jacket, gasping at the reveal. He lunges for her, but she’s quick, bolting off down the hall and screaming the whole way.

“What are we gonna do with them, Lia?” You use her bib to wipe the dribble off her chin, overcome with absolute adoration when she beams brightly through her ring, as if she’s understood you. Little white bumps, peeks of oncoming teeth, protruding from her gums.

********

He’s wrestling Nova into her pajamas when you notice. The undeniable wince that flashes across his face when her foot kicks against his rib cage. 

You’re in the nursery across the hall, swaying Ophelia to sleep in hopes to spend time with your older two before their bed time. Sirius recovers quickly, sending you that award-winning smile he’s utilized to get out of any trouble your entire relationship. Pretty privilege works hard, but not hard enough. 

When your youngest settles down, Maia insists on hot chocolate and an episode of Bluey. An accidental the four of you have stumbled upon the past week. Admittedly, the children’s show has even you and your husband hooked. The girls settle on the couch with their assortment of blankets and favorite stuffed animals, hair still damp from the night’s bath. Sirius stalks into the kitchen, watching as you stir the pot of steaming milk on the stove. 

“Would you mind grabbing the cocoa? I can’t reach it on that top shelf.” He’s instant in his obedience, allowing you to finally scope what’s caused him injury. When his shirt rides up and exposes his toned stomach, a flash of deep purple spreads against his skin. You lower the stoves’ heat, wordlessly approaching him. 

“Eager, are we?” He’s got the audacity to crack a joke, unable to push your searching hands away with their swiftness. Pulling up the fabric of his white pajama shirt and exposing the developing bruise. 

“Sirius.” You’re stifling, voice heavy with anger but low enough so the girls enamored with the television can’t hear. 

“Baby, I promise it’s really noth-” He’s interrupted by his own whine when you press into the tender skin, clutching your wrist tightly with no real ill-will. You rip away from his grasp, appalled. 

“That fucking bike.” 

“It was a small spill, honest! I forgot the protection spell because Remus called and-” 

“I’m not interested in a single excuse, Sirius.” His name sounds sour on your lips, his heart twingeing with guilt and hurt. He hates when you use it like that, the usual sweet and soft sound of it far from use. 

“I may be a little out of practice with the healing charms, but-”

“No, Sirius, This is not something magic can fix. You lied to me.” 

“I didn’t lie.” Hie eyes narrow, voice taught in defense. “I just didn’t tell you. Because I knew this would happen.” He presses his lips together, realizing he’s just sorely hammered the nail to the fucking coffin. Your brows shoot up in bewilderment, almost amused with his valor. 

“What would happen? I get right-effing pissed because you’ve been this reckless?” Sometimes you wish he’d yell. But he hasn’t, probably never will. He promised forever ago to never let your children see what he had to, make you feel the way he did all those years ago. It took a long time, for you to be able to argue and not raise your voice at him. The first time he flinched was enough to eternally eradicate the option in your mind. 

“I forgot! I simply forgot one time, love. Don’t you think you’re overreacting just a bit, considering it was just a little spill and I’m fine?” The latter comes out a little frustrated, and he regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth. You snatch a dish towel from the counter, rubbing at an invisible stain in a scattered frenzy. 

“Overreacting? You think I’m overreacting?” You ever think what that conversation would look like for me, Sirius? If you took more than just a ‘little spill’ without the charms and I-” You falter, sick. “And I had to sit our girls down and tell them you-” You stop yourself completely, outright nauseated at the thought. Sirius takes a step forward, any frustration crumbling as soon as he notices your eyes get glossy. You put an arm out, skin singing with anger and hurt. He listens, instead of you he clutches the countertop, knuckles white with need. 

“Love.” He says it gentle, slick with sweetness, hoping to ease the situation if at all possible. “I just forgot, I’m so sorry. If you want me to get rid of the bike-”

“It’s not about the bike, Siri.” You shake your head, forlorn chuckle passing your lips. “You cannot be careless like that. You can’t be reckless anymore. We have babies; they need you. I need you.” It’s a whisper at best, voice cracking with the strain in your throat as you contain your conflicting emotions. 

“I know, I know, baby. I need you too. It was stupid, really stupid.”

“Moronic, thoughtless, daft-”

“Every bad adjective in the book, yeah?” Your head involuntarily perks at his words. What you said to him the first time you met...

 ***********

You were studying in the library when the notorious bachelor of a fifth year approached you. He’d flirted, shamelessly at that. And you hadn’t given him even the slightest time of day. 

“I know you, Sirius Black. You’re that womanizer Gryffindor.”

“So I’m famous amongst you witches then?”

“Something like that.” You clutch your quill in hand, responding to his mischievous smirk with an unamused grimace.

“So what, you won’t give any guy with a reputation a chance? C’mon love, every good bookworm knows you don’t judge one by it’s cover.” He drums a ring-adorned set of fingers against your textbook, whilst you do little to veil the rolling of your eyes. 

“I’m not daft, every witch in Hogwarts knows better than to give the likes of you an opportunity. Charming, evasive, fleeting-”

“Fleeting,” he clutches his chest, lips falling into a pout. “Beautiful stranger, you wound me.” He slides his arms over the table, leaning down so his head is much closer to yours. Hopeful brown eyes searching yours for any signs of surrender. You match his energy, looming over so that the gap between you is even smaller. unrelenting in your distasteful glare. 

“You’re every bad adjective in the book, Sirius Black.”

*********

He smiles. That soft, effortless grin that pulls you out of your daydream and at your heart just as it had when you were kids. Visions of potion classes and laughter-filled common rooms flood your senses. You blink, hard, pushing away the urge to allow yourself to be enveloped in his embrace. “Would you bring them their drinks? It’s almost their bedtime.”

“Baby-” 

“If you read them their story and get them down I’ll finish up in here.” Alluding to the array of dishes in the sink and other remnants of dinner scattered around the kitchen. 

“I could use my favorite girl to help-”

“Sirius, please.” The way his name escapes your lips sends another pang to his chest. Disappointed, strained, exhausted, and worst of all...Wounded. He studies you for a few more moments, deep brown eyes searching your features for any signs of surrender. Tongue brushing over his lips before he bows his head. Collecting the steaming mugs and headed toward the couch without another word. 

************

“Have we finally agreed on a book?” Sirius wipes off the excess toothpaste from the sink of your daughter’s bathroom before he enters the colorful bedroom. 

“Will you tell us one of yours, daddy?” The two stare hopeful at their father, well aware the puppy eyes will reward them with exactly what they want. He tosses them both into one bed, heart warming at the giggles that ensue. If you were here, you’d chastise him half-heartedly for riling them up at bedtime. 

“Alright then,” He slides in next to them, allowing them to shuffle into his sides. “Once upon a time-” Theres a chorus of groans as he pretends to be confused. 

“A real story, dad.” Your oldest shoves at his chest, cheeks rosy with amusement despite the annoyance. 

“This is a real story! The one with the princess and the dragon-” 

“No, a good one! Like how you met mummy!” 

“With the shapes in the sky!” Your toddler chimes in, words muffled between her thumb. Sirius gently pulls the appendage from her mouth with a pointed look, his meek attempt to break her habit. 

“Alright, alright. we’ll do the one where I met mummy.” 

**********

There’s soft voices from the girl’s room as you head upstairs, slightly annoyed to know they’re awake past their bedtime. Your husband’s enchanting voice pulls you out of it, feet taking you to the bedroom down the hall subconsciously. A blue-hued light trickles into the corridor, coming more clear when you push open the door. Your girls are huddled around their father, eyes illuminated with astonishment as they observe the array of holograph-like shapes dancing across the ceiling. Sirius flicks his wand in hand every now and then to keep the spell ongoing during his story. 

“She sent me letters almost every day after we met in the library. Said I was the most charming, handsome wizard in the whole school.” He amuses even himself with the fib-riddled retelling. Satisfied with his own jesting delusions. 

“That’s definitely not how I remember it.” You add from the doorway, all three heads snapping toward you at the interjection. You giggle at their unison, how much your daughter’s mannerisms resemble that of their father. Heart swelling impossibly bigger when the visions above tenfold when Sirius sees you, hears your laugh. 

“You’re making them glow louder, mommy!” Maia shouts, both you and your husband smile fondly at her error of words. 

“She tends to have that effect on me, Dove.” His words are directed toward your daughter, but his eyes are on you. It’s truly a wonder, how after all these years Sirius Black still manages to give you butterflies. 

“Did dad forget to add the time he tried to ask me to the Yule ball in front of all our friends and ended up making it storm in the Great Hall?” 

“It was supposed to be snow, a Slytherin tampered with my spell!”

“Spoilers!” Nova shouts, covering her ears. You both laugh as you make your way toward the bed. Shooting a half-hearted glare at Sirius when he opens his arms and legs for you to sit with him. 

“It’s the only way you’ll fit.” He shrugs, doing little to conceal his need for affection. You give in, under three pairs of hopeful eyes. Carefully, you slip into the bed with them, scooting so you can put your back to Sirius’ chest. He releases a sigh, undoubtedly overcome with relief. 

The girls adjust themselves so they’re nestled on wither side of the pair of you, arguing over what apparition is the brightest when Sirius nudges the top of your head with his chin, a silent ask to look at him. Using his thumb and pointer finger on your jaw to have you face him. 

“I’ll never forget again.” He whispers so only you can hear, sincerity and emotion heavy in his tone. “I’m not going anywhere, my love. I promise.” You study his face, admiring his handsome features with a soft smile. Pressing a kiss to his cheek in wordless response. Mimicking your daughters, you look up at the ceiling so as to not let him see the moisture pricking at your eyes. He nudges at your jaw again, encapturing you in a real kiss. Cementing his promise. 

“Gross, no more!” Nova pushes at her father’s chest, but he insists, aiming to tease the lot of you as he deepens the embrace. 

“It’s making the lights too loud!” Maia covers her eyes, shielding them from the holographs. 

You finally manage to pull away, squinting at the oncoming change in lighting along with your daughters. 

“Siri, they’re right. Relax, I can barely see.” You attempt to push away the attack of kisses to your face and neck. The girls squealing to add to the chaos as Sirius pulls all of you impossibly closer. Managing to bunch together on the un-accommodating mattress. 

“What? I can’t love my girls this much? Is it such a crime to love you all?” A chorus of yelps ensue in response to his incessant pecks. All of you wincing when sounds of the baby’s crying erupt from the nursery. You’re about to hurry off the bed by instinct when a strong grip stops you. 

“I’ll get her, she needs to hear this story anyway.” Sirius scrambles from the bed like a giddy kid, eager to hold your youngest despite her only having been down an hour.  But not before blowing rasberries into your daughters cheek’s, ignoring their shouts in protest. He captures you in another kiss too, as if he’ll be gone any longer than thirty seconds. 

It’s no wonder Sirius is the brightest star in the night sky. 

#sirius x reader #Sirius Black #ben barnes #hogwarts #Harry Potter #marauders fanfiction #Marauders #marauders era #sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fancast #Lilly Evans #James Potter #sirius #sirius orion black #imagines #harry potter imagine #marauders imagine #imagine #fanfic #blurb #dad sirius #padfoot #padfoodblackdog #marauders padfoot #marauders x reader #fluff

[yellowhollyhock]

Donny and Angel stargazing

She comes across very loud and in the show we also see her in loud moments. However. I am thinking about how she warned Ryan not to go back to that building where he found the gold because she had a bad feeling. And something about the way she stops Casey from killing Hun. And I am imagining she can sit quietly with her thoughts for a long time. She has been very independent as a kid, kind of a choice she made to protect herself. I see her sneaking out the window to simply sit outside at night. Just like crouch on the porch. Maybe slip away to a Spot she knows. Her grandmother will of course think she's getting up to something or meeting somebody, and maybe those assumptions are kind of what drives her to that point? Partially boredom but also "okay fine im a bad kid let me prove everyone right." But I think (decided) at first it was just. Wanting to be outside and listen and watch and enjoy the relative quiet of familiar background noise.

I also think that early on after losing her mom, her and Ryan and sometimes Casey did a lot of sitting on porches or docks or empty lots or backs of cars, just chatting. About philosophy, television, shapes in clouds, favorite numbers, moral dilemmas for humor and enrichment.

Angel brings snacks and pillows and blankets and music. Donny brings star charts and a telescope which connects to his computer and all kinds of astronomical tools (and some blankets) (they have too many blankets).

I feel like this is the ideal date for them, easy place to talk about science, childhood, the-stars-are-so-pretty-no-you-are, exchange music. Just a very comfortable way for them to be themselves and get to know each other.

I also feel like, not sure why, but the vibes of the scene in my head are reading very much like Renet's about to show up. And I do think it's a fun idea for a stargazing date to unexpectedly turn into a time travel date. Also so funny because Don's always coming prepared for any and all things and this time his bag was full of telescope and Angel is like 'oh hey good thing I brought snacks! Yes I also have a flashlight and some matches and rope, never know how stargazing with Don will turn out. hehehe I'm like a boy scout :)'

Plus I think it's a fun scene to imagine Renet in. Accidentally shows up half an hour late to fetch the turtles and ends up with one turtle and his girlfriend, now third wheeling, and she would be such a good sport about it too. Like I think Renet, who is used to watching and also just like that, would very much enjoy the third wheel role and try to wingman both of them at once even though they're already together. On the other hand, would not hesitate to say things like "Hello would you two stop staring at each other and help me with this totally urgent situation" absolutely every chance she gets

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #2003 donnie #tmnt angel #tmnt renet #dongel #donnie x angel

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hello! Hope your week has been well. I’ve just watched the show for the first time but unfortunately my Hindi is a little weaker than I would like so I’m not sure if this has been covered on the show or maybe in your asks? I’m sorry if this is a repeat question. I was just wondering if we know about the Raizada family specifically, in terms of whether they’re meant to have generational wealth/is the house ancestral or if Arnav built it. Arnav is “self made” but I’m not sure whether we’re meant to understand the Raizadas as independently wealthy or if the wealth we see is all due to AR doing well as a company. For other Gul shows I’ve noticed class differences are shown thru dialect but Nani seems to be speaking the same dialect as the Guptas so is hard for me to tell. Thank you!

Hello there!

Welcome to Jalebi Weds Bluetooth <3 I love your ask!

I do think I have answered something regarding this but there's never been an in depth answer to this so I'm glad I can think about this!

LONG ANSWER ALERT

Regarding The Raizada's Wealth

Arnav comes from generational wealth from both sides of his family. The Maliks and the Raizadas are incredibly wealthy. I'd say the Raizadas wealth comes from textiles and land. There's nothing concrete here but in Anjali's party Mama-ji does refer to old clients and there seems to be discussion of land, mills in the little business conversations we have in the show.

We know Arnav and Anjali have no wealth from the Maliks' end as Arnav's uncle fraudulently claimed all assets after his brother's death and squandered that away. And I guess by the time Devyani (Nani) brought the kids to her place, the Raizadas were suffering financially as well.

The Raizadas were rich, rich enough to send both the kids - Akash and Arnav - abroad for education (I assume Akash went as well). Harvard is an expensive university - even if we consider Arnav and Akash got scholarship for their degrees.

So I think with the failing wealth of the Raizadas, Arnav probably set up his business idea early on - leaning into the textile background of the Raizadas - and capitalized on that by making a high end fashion brand. And we also know that Mami sold all her jewelry to back Arnav's idea. I'd assume he started thinking of this when he was 18-19. I also feel Arnav never had a childhood after the death of his parents and was very much invested in establishing financial security with the Raizadas ever since he was a teen.

Every memory Arnav brings up of childhood are of days before his parents died, even the ones with Nani and Akash and in the earlier episodes Akash often stated in subtle ways that Arnav grew up very quickly.

So, in the show, Arnav re-establishes the economic status of the family (the Raizadas have always maintained a social status, they never quite disappeared like the Maliks). Arnav only strengthens the social status even further.

Shantivan is a new house. I'd assume the previous Raizada properties were either as a guarantee for loans, sold off or are much smaller compared to what Arnav built for his family.

In the show it is stated several times that Shantivan is Arnav's house (that he bought it) and in lieu of that he is the pseudo head of the family. Which is why Arnav's approval matters so much. And it is also incredibly interesting to watch the struggle Arnav-Nani have at the beginning for she's morally the head of the house, but financially Arnav is.

Also one thing I firmly believe is right in the beginning of the show Arnav is riding on newly found success. He's almost like a young lion who has tasted his first blood. Unlike Shivaay from Ishqbaaz, Arnav's arrogance and fixation with money and status doesn't stem from generational pride and elitism. It stems from financial and social insecurity. His hatred towards conniving middle class people is a direct repercussion of the people he's had to deal with and his own uncle.

Yes, Arnav has never been poor to get to the streets.

But he has faced his assets being stripped away, his family giving up all their money for his education and business idea, and an insecurity over everyone's financial future.

No wonder he was pushed to ensure his family just doesn't get rich, but filthy rich for seven generations.

He is a self made man. Yes he had resources, contacts, backup - but let's simply say that if Arnav didn't exist then the Raizadas wouldn't be having the financial status they had today.

So yes, every sign of wealth we see today is due to Arnav and the empire he built. I think it's very clever how he incorporated his family's textile business.

It's a pity the show really didn't explore this part because it's fascinating! (And Arnav should've been 28 because 26 is an unachievable age for this! If he was a tech guy I'd get it!)

Coming to dialect, I think all the elders in the Raizada household have a strong Lucknowi/UP accent - which is similar to what all the Gupta elders have. While Anjali doesn't have an accent, her Hindi shows her to be very well educated and well versed with the language. She doesn't switch much to English and actually has an incredibly polished Hindi.

Arnav and Akash, Arnav especially, have a very 'returned from abroad' accent that speaks for itself. You know these kids didn't just study at an excellent private school, they definitely went abroad. However, their Hindi is clear enough for you to know that they were raised in India for a significant time.

Also you made an interesting observation about all the elders having similar accents regardless of status. And I think we could factor in what influences accent. I don't think the Raizadas interacted much with foreigners, and learned Hindi in Lucknow - hence the strong Lucknow/UP accent. Definitely they're well versed with English, but prefer not to use it. So since they're usually speaking Hindi - we see their accents. Mamiji tries really hard to speak English because of her fixation with status but we know it works quite the opposite!

Since they all speak Hindi and were very much in their Lucknowi roots, we can see a strong overlap between the way they speak and the Guptas!

The class difference is understandable in the difference of the younger generations' accents. There's hell and heaven difference between Arnav and Khushi's accents. Arnav's Hindi was originally much stronger in the show (in fact there was quite a bit of Urdu there), but he definitely doesn't have the fluency Khushi has (he struggles to read complicated words) whereas Khushi's English has a thick accent and she struggles to speak it fluently (I guess because she had none to speak that language with, you can notice her English get better as she spends time with Arnav because she absorbs a lot with him). Just through dialogues alone you can sense the difference in status between Arnav-Khushi.

However that's not the case with Akash and Payal. Akash has a stronger grip in Hindi and Payal has a stronger grip in English that makes it audio-wise impossible to understand their class difference. Which probably explains how and why their class difference didn't come into the way of them falling in love. It was so easy.

And the Raizadas and Guptas not having a dialect barrier explains why they gel together so well.

Also in other Gul shows it is established that the ML family is established in a metropolitan city for ages which is why their Hindi is incredibly posh while the FL family's dialect is influenced by their locality.

And what's most interesting is that the class difference between the Raizadas and Guptas isn't in their accent but in their vocabulary. Devyani's language is more commanding, direct, polished. She's like "sab ke sab kahaan marr gaye, waqt se aage mat jayiye" - a lot of polished, wise metaphors.

Buaji/Madhumati is like "Sasur ki naati, naas piti, haye re Nandkisore" - phrases that an elite family simply won't utter!

Last thing I love about the language in the show is how Arnav gets better in speaking, wording his emotions over time (especially in Hindi, he usually reverts to English when he's very passionate) and how Khushi absorbs his vocabulary, accent and tone (ugh talk about Sanaya's FANTASTIC acting).

Ok I had A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS.

I hope I made sense?

Best,

JWB

#ask #foolgobi65 #ipkknd #arnav #khushi #arshi #LANGUAGE IN IPKKND #ANALYSIS #UGHHHH I LOVED ANSWERING THIS

[c0ffinshit]

Maybe You Are Prefect (Theo Dimas x Reader)

Maybe You Are Prefect Part Two: Back To December

A/N: hi hiii! this will probably be my last fanfic for a while since school is starting and i’ll be super busy with that. I’ll still try and post fanfics but just know that if you don’t see me post for a while

word count: 833

warnings: pinning, kinda childhood friends to lovers, fluff

“I think it’s weird meeting him again,” I told my mother.

Nothing about this dinner party seemed much like a party at all. It was a group of no less than six people, and it felt very forced. My childhood crush, whom I hadn’t seen in a long while, would be there. I was silently freaking out, my heart gently pounding in my ribcage. Mother looked at me with disapproving eyes.

“I don’t want to hear any complaining while we���re here,” she said as we exited the elevator.

Not really what I was talking about, but she was right.  Whenever we went to parties, I had a bad habit of complaining. It was always parties I never wanted to go to in the first place. Which I don’t blame her for.

“Okay,” I said weakly.

We were finally at Dimas’s door. I gently knocked. God, please don’t be Theo, I thought as my foot tapped against the tile floor. The door opens to reveal a tired-looking Theo. My mother was the first to walk and loudly announce Teddy’s name, Theo’s father. She runs past Theo and goes to Teddy, talking her head off about god knows what. I quietly walk to the large snack table, trying to avoid Theo’s penetrating gaze. My hand takes a multitude of fruit and crackers and places them on a small decorative plate reminiscent of a time long before me. Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see Theo with a soft smile on his face.

“Hello,” I signed, “Been a while?”

I was surprised I could remember any ASL. Only really used it when I needed to keep my mind in check. Unsurprisingly, it was helpful when avoiding either people I knew or total strangers. My brain always told me it was just in case Theo came back into my life. It was one of those crushes that never went away.

“I guess,” he signed back, his eyes avoiding mine.

He wore the brown sweater I gave him one Christmas long ago. Which I don’t remember giving to him. My mother told me that I did. Maybe it’s one of those things my brain didn’t want to keep.

“I missed you,” I signed.

His eyes meet my gaze again. My heart started up again, but I remained as calm.

“I missed you too,” he signed, “Can you follow me for a second? I want to show you something,”

My eyebrows raised as he took my hand and led me into the balcony. They actually had a pretty nice one at that. His slim hand let go of mine and went straight into his pocket. A ring with a gemstone emerges from it, and he places it in my hand. He always used to tell me he would get me one when he got the money. I couldn’t remember why he wanted to get me it in the first place. Maybe as a symbol of our long friendship. Either way, I place the ring on my finger and show him, his eyes sparklingly.

“Do you like it?” he signed.

I gently smiled and pecked his cheek, “I love it, thank you,” I said, signing the “thank you.”

His arms wrap around me, pulling me into a hug. To say the least, I was surprised and slightly jumped when I felt his hands on my waist. I think that made me remember why he got me the ring. The night Zoey died was also the night I met Theo. It was right before she died when I caught Zoey and Theo talking. He told her that he would get her a real ring someday. At the time, I hardly knew Theo, but at that moment, the only thing I knew was I wanted to be with him. I wanted him to wrap his arms around and kiss me, to feel his soft lips touch mine. Zoey seemed like a wonderful girl he loved. And I was just a girl in the background, like Duckie in Pretty in Pink. Pining after a boy who probably wants nothing to do with me.  

It broke my heart and still did as my arms rested on his shoulders. Tears rolled down my face as if they were the leaves in fall. I knew I loved him, and he didn’t even think twice about my existence. He was still hung up on Zoey, still not knowing if he pushed her or she slipped. His hands moved to my upper back, gently rubbing as he went up. His breathing was so soft it was as if he wasn’t breathing. I gently kiss his shoulder, my tears turning into sobs. My hands traced the words “I love you” into his back. A part of me hoped that he wouldn’t feel my feeble hands trace those words I had wanted to say for so long. Suddenly, his hand moves for my back, and his index writes these simply: “I love you too.”

#only murders in the building #theo dimas #theo dimas x reader

[midnightmah07]

Hello Mah! ♡

Of course! Ruthie doesn't really have a background with anyone (other than knowing Trey and Che'nya and vaguely knowing who Riddle is), so she's essentially a clean slate, meaning that she has a lot of shipping potential! And Cater is a character I personally wouldn't have thought of, so it's very refreshing! Makes me think I should start considering other characters I might not have thought of too!

Plus I really appreciate your input and value your opinion, which is why I wanna make sure I fully consider Cater in depths!

Speaking of Cater! After reading up on him a bit, I think that him and Ruthie could potentially work? Maybe?? From what I read, it seems like other than moving around and never really staying one place, his family kind of pushed their own likes and wants onto him?

Like how he doesn't like sweets due to having to constantly eat them in his childhood, and how his sisters kept pushing their likes onto him (cute things, shopping, etc), making him feel like he couldn't be himself/have his own likes and wants. And then with all the moving he never really got close with anyone or anyone really know the real him.

With this in mind, all I can think about is Ruthie wanting him to be happy. Not only with himself, but as himself too. There is nothing wrong with liking certain things, disliking certain things, etc. And she would make it a point to let him know that.

I'm glad you like Adamina! I thought it was a nice name too! I'm having fun developing her and her friendship with Ruthie, it's very sweet!

Awwww double date with Daisy and Ruggie would be so cute! Also I had no idea that Cater and Ruggie commented on date spots in his platinum jacket vignette, that's such a funny coincidence! I love the fact Ruggie said the park since that's where I usually write him having his dates lol And I'm guessing Cater said a popular sight seeing spot due to the MagiCam potential, as I read that even though he doesn't like sweets, he still goes to cafes and such and orders sweets just to take a picture to post. Which honestly Ruthie likes sweets so maybe he takes her there and orders something and gives it to her after it takes the picture? That would be cute...

Oh goodness...yeah I can definitely see how Isabelle and Leona would be harder! I think the first time she would ask without thinking, but after reading the room she probably wouldn't ask again, as she wouldn't want to upset anyone (considering there relationship is complicated)

I also love fairy godmother characters so I thought the connection was cute too!

Sorry for how long this one ended up being!! It's just so fun talking to you!

Thank you! ♡

Don't worry about it being long, I read all of these very happily, I'm glad to be talking so much with you!

Also yes Cater's character is super interesting! Given how little screen time we got with him we really need to dig into his vignettes and some events/main plot scenes to get to know him; his relationship with Ruthie would be so adorable like ugh😔😔 she is so cute, she'd be his no.1 cheerleader I just know it🥺

And to be honest I never expected Ruggie and Cater to talk about their possible date ideas with each other, I was caught do off guard but I was super duper happy (<- insane Ruggie stan😔). Apparently the topic shifted that way bc they say a painting of Aladdin and Jasmine on their date on the magic carpet (aka a whole new world scene), which I thought was so cute!

Help Ruthie feeling bad after asking 😭😭 it's ok sweetheart it's not ur fault, they're just immature and need to grow up and accept their feelings 😔

#💙! mah's answers #💙! sheep<3

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Gritty - sweetbitter fanfiction (Jake x OC) chapter 2

previously:

chapter 1 - Welcome to New York

pairing: Jake x OC

word count: 5.388

warning: swearing

masterlist

Chapter 2

It we ever meet again.

Fuck

-Hello Jake.

Holy fuck.

Well, don’t mind me if I freak out inside a bit after seeing a boy ( a man?) who in fact did break my heart IN THE PAST. Not that I’m gonna let him know of course. I mean, about both freaking out and my broken heart. Collected outside, as usual, since we are going to work together now (whether I like it or not) I decide it’s best to acknowledge him. In that scenario I have at least the tiniest bit of leverage over him, even I feel a sharp pain inside. I just stay in the middle of the kitchen, frozen again while the servers keeps on running around, miraculously avoiding any collision. It’s almost like the time had stopped for me. Jake seemed surprised as well, his eyes gave him away.

-Kestrel? – his voice is as deep and dark as I remember when he calls me by the childhood nickname. I hate it, but it does something to me – What are you …. – he almost dropped the bike he was carrying when he saw me.

- No time for that, now! – Simone chimed in, moving me towards my work place urging to get going– We will catch up later. Same goes for you, Jake. Hurry up!

I just smiled faintly at him and moved away. Focusing on work was exactly what I needed and what I actually was able to do. Tess, however, with her openly and curious attitude starts her usual round of questions.

-Who was that? – she asked Simone while watching Jake walk away. I didn’t blame her – he was hot. Despite his bad boy attire or maybe because of it, he was definitely a sight to watch. Especially for the newbie, who knew nothing about the background and bigger picture. The poor girl seemed to lost her mind and soul at the spot. It was like a stereotypic love story – a good and nice girl from a small town falls for the wrong guy. How cliché.

- That was Jake – Simone answered – he’s the bartender.

- Bartender? – I scoffed – I see he learnt how to use his natural talents, than.

- Mackie ….. – Simone gently warned me and I raised my hands in surrender. – Jake – she turned towards Tess and sighed – is someone you should avoid, you know. He can be a lot to handle if you don’t know him.

Sure as hell he was. I learnt that first hand, so I was torn between warning Tess as well and letting her make her own mistakes. Something was telling me, that once infatuated she would never listen to a voice of reason.

-I want to get to know  him – she muttered, barely audible but I did heard and looked at her carefully. She was already lost in her feelings.

-You will. But not just now. We have a lot to do, ok, little one? After service. And that’s a promise to you too, Mackie.

 - Can’t wait – I grinned sarcastically when she left with the dishes.

- Do you know him too? – Tess asked once she joined me by the sink

-I knew him – I sighed – in the past. Very turbulent past. Look, Tess, I’m not gonna mother you – she saddened at my choice of words – but I agree with Simone on this one. You should be careful around him. Jake can be …. intense.

-I’ll keep that in mind – she turned around gathering some dirty cutlery.

- But you’re gonna do it your own way, don’t you? – I let the question hang between us, both of us well aware of the answer.

What Tess did not notice was that Will was checking her out since the very second she came through the kitchen door. He seemed like a nice guy. She seemed like a nice girl. And that was exactly why they would never really work together. And that was why it never worked between me and Jake – we were toxic for each other. Like a poison. And that was also the reason why I would never engage in anyone’s private life and give any advice. I was not exactly the role model for relationships and living issues. And what I said in the past was still valid – I was the person to watch from the distant and help people imperceptibly rather than making any vivid impact. 

-Service! – Scott, the sous-chef yelled from behind me, but there were no servers to actually get the dish from him. Guess they were busy with the customers. Being at risk of delay, Will, who was in charge of the shift was turning around frantically trying to come up with a solution.

- Oh come, on! We’ve got soigne waiting! – he mutters under his nose. A second later he spotted me. - Mackie! Grab it and go! – Will looked at me making me move as he grabbed some other plates and nudged me to follow.

-Isn’t that beyond my pay level?

- Just come with me, we don’t have time for this. I don’t know why but I trust you to do that.

And so I did it, suddenly remembering everything I learned in the past. The three dish which was the professional word for carrying three plates at once without getting burned or dropping anything, the steady walk to avoid slipping, the smile you put on when you present the meal to the guest. Everything came back so naturally. My first service and I already get out of kitchen, because I’m reliable. Watch me soar, Harold. Of course, when I did enter the front restaurant I had to go through bar where Nicky and Jake were already working their asses off. The older one smiled at me and gave me a thumbs-up while I just nodded at him and without paying any attention to the other guy just followed Will as well as my instincts with the guests.

-This goes to the table 15 – Will pointed – can you handle?

- Of course I can. Besides, is it not a bit late to ask? – I swiftly moved between the tables and served it perfectly.

- With chef’s compliments – I added when all of the guest had their plates in front of them.

-You are a new face, aren’t you pretty one? – one of the man looked at me.

-Indeed I am, sir.

-A natural talent than. Since I’ve been coming here and I am a regular for the last couple years Howard never let any new face serve dishes before learning how to pour drinks and how to put things in order first. The new ones usually just follow the older and more experienced servers. Thank you, miss… ?

- Mackie, sir.

- A pretty name for a pretty girl. You can expect quite the tip my dear.

- Thank you again, sir. – I turned on my heels. Anyone else on my place would probably be full with self-satisfaction but not me. After all, I expected no less than perfection and professionalism from myself. It was my obligation to provide them. But yes, deep inside it was nice to hear those words from the customer.  

The rest of the service just went smoothly. It was fast-paced and involved a lot of effing and jeffing. Got to admit, the staff had the language. At least behind the kitchen door, because when they entered the main space they were transformed into the most gentle and professional people ever.  Shit, the atmosphere I haven’t felt in a while made the blood in my veins rush and I felt alive. All of the smells from the products, the heat from the oven, the steam and the sound of clangorous dinnerware, the muffled conversation between the cooks – I believe it was Spanish….. all that combined together feels like … home, a familiar place where you know you can be yourself, however crazy that may sound. Most of the night I just stayed in the kitchen and honestly didn’t mind. There was however one time when Will asked me for help again.

-Behind you – he warned approaching me at the sink. Another vocational thing which helped in avoiding any damage and abrupt turns – Mackie, can you grab two glasses of Pinot Noir from the bar and follow me to the table? – I just nodded while he grabbed plates and led the way out. As I spotted Nicky and tried to ask him for the wine, Jake waylaid.

- What do you need?

- Pinot.

- How many?

- Two glasses.

Without any unnecessary words and movements he just reached onto the shelf and handed me what I needed. When he did, his hand briefly brushed against mine and lingered there for a second almost like there was something going inside his head. However, I did not gave him any chance to speak his mind as I quickly fled ( yes, I did in fact fled. For work, of course, why else?), doing my best to ignore Jake’s burning stare I almost felt on my back. I was not affected by it. Truly. I was also not affected when I walked back and he was still gazing, this time his eyes fixed on my face with that cold yet gentle expression I knew well enough. The one reserved only for the people he cared about and only for the situations where he felt safe enough to let his guard down. I did not reciprocated.

Before I knew it, the service was over, all of the guest left the premise and we were finally able to catch our breath and maybe celebrate a little. I was tired but full of satisfaction and this little moment of absent-mindedness had to be my undoing as one of the servers (it was Ari or Heather – I wasn’t quite sure of the name) bumped into me.   

-Watch where you going, Mystery – she spat at me.

-I do – I massaged my elbow which got hit pretty hard – but you are the one who bumped into me. Am I invisible?

-I’m sorry, what did you say to me? – she took a step closer clearly angered with a dangerous, cold smile growing her face, showing all the teeth like a predator.  

- Ari, Ari, calm down – Sasha came out of nowhere already holding Tess by her arm – the work for tonight is over, you can relax. We’re gonna have shift drinks! – he snapped his fingers a few times – Party time, bitches!

- What are “shift drinks”? – Tess whispered to me, being nothing but curious.

-Well, where I worked we used to call it “getting wasted time”, but I think it’s the same thing. It’s just unwinding after a service. Enjoying a job well done. You’ll see. – I whispered back while Ari, Heather and Sasha were discussing plans for the rest of the evening and night.

-Baby monster! Are you joining us? – Sasha turned around addressing Tess.– oh, why am I even asking. You are joining us. You too, Mystery, I saw the little trick you pulled with Will. What did you do to him that he let you serve?

-Magic. – I stretched my fingers and tilted my head.

-Well, well, a Mystery is a witch too. I love that – he ginned – now, chop, chop, get dressed and we are going.

- Baby monster? – I hissed at Tess and she shrugged – this guy comes up with the craziest nicknames ever.

-Come on! – Sasha urged impatiently but halted when Will came into his sight – Will! Ready for shifts drinks?

-Not tonight, Sasha.

-You bore! – the older man  came loose. – I’m taking the new girls then.

- One of them. I need to talk to Mackie, now.

- But… - Sasha chimed in.

-It’s ok Russian boy. I’m not really in a party mood.

- You are a bore too!

-No, I’m a Mystery, remember? Besides if you are going to shit-talk me and I know you are – I shook my head  - you’ll be better off without my presence there.

- I like her – Ari grinned – so straightforward. Maybe we can be friends after all.  

- A couple minutes ago you were ready to smash her against the wall – Heather reminded her.

- Really? I can’t remember. She’s got attitude and I can appreciate that.

- Next time I am taking you with us – Sasha assured – and Will won’t stop me. Baby monster, coming? – Tess was quick to follow him while I turned to face Will who was eyeing me carefully and with a bit of suspiciousness in his eyes.   

- Who are you? – he asked making sure everyone was out of sight and out of the earshot.

-I’m sorry? – that was unexpected – what do you mean by that?

- I saw how you acted during the service.

- And how was that?

-Like you did this before a hundred times.

- You called for me, remember? Besides, maybe I did. Did being good got me in trouble now?

-Ok, sorry, his conversation is not going the way I saw it in my head. I apologize. – Oh, so Will truly was the nice and sweet guy. The thought of that just made me smile a bit and it cleared the atmosphere.

- Want to go again? – I asked hopping onto the counter eyeing him carefully.

- Sure – he sighed with relief leaning onto the spot next to me – what I meant was that it was weird for me. You definitely have a lot of experience with customers and service, but even though Howard still put you on the washing – up in the kitchen which is the lowest position here. Why?

- I told you, I don’t want any light treatment.

-Nothing is light treatment here and you know that, Mackie. So why?

- Why does it bother you so much? – I shifted myself slightly so I could face him with my legs crossed on the counter.

- I’m just curious? – he shrugged with an asking tone – I want to get to know you. Your first day and you have already been called the mystery. Sasha is how he is, but he rarely makes mistakes when it comes to people so maybe there is something more to you.

-A lot, actually – I shook my head and looked down smirking.

- Do you wish to share? – he leaned across to meet my eyes, smiling. Wow, his eyes was so sincere and honest and sensitive, I could just feel that. That was …. new for me given my previous relationship with men.

- Not just yet. – he saddened at my words – oh, come on Will, I just met you and even though you seem like a trustworthy guy I usually take my time with sharing secrets, ok? Just give it time. I’m sure I will eventually warm up to you.

- I take that as a promise.

- Of course you do –I nodded - Now, go run after Tess.

-What?

- Do you think I’m blind? You were looking her direction every time she was within your eyeshot.

- I supervise her work so I was supposed to observe.

- Aren’t you my supervisor too? – I squinted

- Mackie, we just literally had a conversation about your level of experience. You don’t need my guidance. Tess does.

- She does – I sighed – she is a bit lost and confused. But you keep telling yourself it’s only about that. – I chucked at his outraged expression – I know your secret now but don’t worry I intend to keep it. And give you some of mine in the future in exchange.

- You are pretty observant too, huh?

- It was nice talking to you Will.

- Same. Hope we can become friends soon.

-Just give it time – I shook my head again – now, go! – I pushed him off the kitchen while staying in the deserted place myself. – You can come out now, you know. Stop hiding – I crossed my arms over my chest and after a minute of silence a tall figure raised from the steps and came into the light to my sight. We were just staying in front of each other, none saying a word and it was getting a bit awkward. However, neither me nor my opponent would ever admit it, let alone break the silence much to the other satisfaction of winning the staring contest. This moment however gave me a while to study his face and whole figure just to check if he has changed a lot since I last talked to him and since we broke up. For sure, he brazened – his jaw was sharper and covered with stubble, muscles ripped and it was showing even under the t-shirt, arms toned and strong. Someone was definitely working out. Apart from that his emerald eyes had the same glow and ironically somewhat dark expression while he was looking at me, most probably also checking out if and how much I changed. He took a step closer into the light and I noticed the same tattoo on his forearm. He could have removed it but I suppose it still reminded him of the past. Sadly, he was stuck there to his own detriment.   

- Do you need a knife? – I was the first one to break the silence, but somehow I wasn’t feeling like I was losing anymore.

- What the fuck are you talking about? – he scoffed taken aback by my first words.

- To cut the atmosphere. It’s pretty tense, don’t you think?

- Kestrel… - he whispered almost softly breaking his bad boy look, but before any more words were spoken we were interrupted.

- Jake! – Simone got into the kitchen. Of course she was the one to come in AGAIN. Some things just never change. – What are you doing here? – he nudged him playfully or rather in attempt of being funny – if you want to catch up with Mackie get in line because I was first. Right, Mackie? – she looked at me.

- You were, Simone. Is now the right time for that?

- Of course. In fact I was waiting for you by the bar. I though you would join me after you finished talking to Will.

- Well, I though you joined the rest in their partying.

­- I prefer different sort of entertainment. However, I’m surprised Jake didn’t follow.

-He is a partygoer now? – I gazed at him – that’s something new given the character and remoteness.

- I’m going. I had enough. – he exited the kitchen.

-Don’t mind him. Your showing might have had some effect on him – Simone smiled – wine at the bar?

- Sure – I followed her outside. – But he was always grumpy and distant, so his attitude has nothing to do with me. I’m sure of that.

- Enough about Jake, Mackie. It’s a girls’ reunion night. Nicky, can we have two glass of sparkling?

-Right at you girls. But Mackie, are you sure you are old enough to drink?

- Do you need an ID? – I grinned

-  I never do here. But asking sometimes comes as the old habit from the previous work.

- Where was it? Liquid store? – I laughed

 - A bar. Not even close to this restaurant’s standard – he answered while pouring the alcohol into the glasses – congratulations on making an impact today by the way. I’ll drink to that.

- It was nothing, really. I just happened to be at the right place in the right time – I took a sip and the taste immediately overwhelmed me – this – I pointed at the beverage – this is exquisite.

- Best of the best. Howard’s special – Nicky patted my shoulder – I’ll leave you two ladies alone. Seems like you have some stories to tell each other.

- Thank you Nicky – Simone smiled with her brightest and most gentle smile. At this point she was looking exactly the way I remembered her – Mackie – she leaned towards me next – how have you been? Last time we spoke you were finishing you studies? When was that?

- Two freaking years ago. Time flies by – I shook my head in disbelief. I never really took notice of how fast it does.  

- I can agree with that. And what where you doing since then? You mentioned some culinary training?

- I did. Just some studies and courses to expand my knowledge in the area. And some ground work, hence the experience some of the stuff seemed to have noticed – I gazed at Nicky.

-That seems a bit unusual, Mack. What does culinary have to do with economy, because that is what you majored at, right?

- You know me – I chuckled – always had a clear vision of my future.

-Wasn’t it your parents’ vision? – she insisted gently and that question made me stop as flashbacks came to me.

- At the beginning, yes. But I molded it to my liking and decided to become a manager in a restaurant in the future.  They weren’t exactly thrilled with the idea. We had… quite a fight which resulted in me moving from the house and completely severing the contacts for a while. It’s a bit better now, but those relations are still rough.

- I’m sorry about that, Mack – Simone gently touched my hand trying to reassure me – Truly.

- I’m not – I shrugged – it’s all water under the bridge after all. I’m a self-made woman. Now, enough about me. How have you been?

- Busy – she laughed – when I moved to New York, I mean, when we moved, since Jake came with me – it was hard at first, but I suppose you can relate to that – I nodded my head remembering first few months. – However, I managed to find us a job at some bar, where I was a waitress and Jake was a bartender. It was … dirty, to say the least.

- With your aspirations I could never imagine you as a waitress.

- It wasn’t long. Like you said I had more ambitions. After a few weeks I came across Howard’s place and charmed our way in – she flashed a smile to prove the point. – I’ve been here for quite a while now. 

- Simone, when … when exactly did you move to New York?

-Oh, you know, it’s like you said – time flies by so fast I can hardly tell.

- Simone – I looked at her – tell me.

- I suppose it was shortly before you graduated. Two years?

-Why did you never reach to me? I mean, my relationship with Jake was obviously broken but not with you. So why?

- I don’t really know, now – she sipped her champagne but it was only to avoid answering straight away – I think it had to do with him. After all, if we have kept in touch, sooner or later he would bumped into you, somewhere. I guess I wanted to protect him. As always.

- Shame it came at my expense, though. Had it ever occurred to you that he was the one who left me? Not the other way round. Without a single word of explanation. I was 22. It did hurt back then.

- Aren’t you over that now?

- Of course I am. Really. But I never got my closure and it bothered me.

-Well you have a chance for a closure now, Mackie.

- Maybe… - I hesitated – I heard you spend some time in France, how was that?

- It was enriching experience. On many, many levels. Both professional and personal. It expanded my knowledge in wines, which as you noticed can be handy in our line of work – she was clearly taking the fifth with that answer – and this restaurant – yes, she definitely skillfully avoiding the whole truth and changing subject -It’s a good place and Howard is a good person, you know. You are at the right spot.

- I surely hope so. – I drank the last drops of the champagne when mentioned boss came out and approached us with his coat hanging from his arm.

- Going home, Howard? – Simone  focused her attention on him, corners of her lips going up.

- I am.

- Mind walking me?

- Not at all, Simone. It would be my pleasure – he smiled lightly. Oh, he definitely likes her. – Goodnight, Mackie. Good job today. But I would like to talk to you first thing tomorrow morning.

- Of course, have a good night boss. – when they left I figured it was time for me to go too. Streets of New York can be dangerous at night and it was safer to walk while there were still pedestrians and cars.

- You want me to drive you home, kiddo?

- Nicky, I’m in my late 20s, stop calling me kiddo.

- You seem like a kiddo to me, kiddo.

- Thanks for the offer but I think I need a walk after today. Some fresh air to clear the mind you know. A lot happened after all. See you tomorrow?

- Sure thing. Have a safe nigh, Mackie.

***

I love New York at night. The city that never sleeps becomes much calmer then. You finally get a chance of catching your breath and if lucky enough – notice some stars. That is – if you know where to look for it. My apartment was localized in Queens, neither far nor close from the work so I really was hoping for some alone-time. Being an introvert I needed a lot of it to recharge and avoid being drained. Sometimes I used music as a tool to help me with that, but on other occasions I didn’t want to suppress my thoughts. And tonight I wanted to think. I was wondering if I’m going to fit in this new place, with those new people who seemed familiar and fond of clubbing and drinking and other stuff. I never felt like a bore before, but being called like that got me thinking that maybe I did not experience my younger, teenage years to the fullest. Perhaps I should have partied more and focused on the studying less, but I did not believed that to be true. I always liked my calmness, observance and steady attitude even if that made me a bit of a precocious child. Being a kid of an always-busy lawyer and a high-level teacher forced me to take care of myself and hence lack of spontaneity and a bit of distance. Funny enough I was both logical, avoiding unnecessary emotions and a dreamer and idealist, which sometimes made it hard to adapt to the environment. This next chapter of my story is surely going to be interesting. Deep inside I knew I would make a connection with Will, he seemed similar to me on so many levels, just generally warmer. Lost in my thoughts I wasn’t focused on where I was going and nearly tripped over the gap in the sidewalk. I managed to regain my balance by grabbing the wall of the building where I noticed some familiar figure clearly vomiting.

-Tess? – I approached the girl who was definitely wasted

- Hi, Mackie – I jumped on a safe distant where another wave of vomits made her shake. – I’m sorry about that.

- Getting drunk on the first night, hmm? Not so wise. And why did the guys let you walk home alone in such state?

- I told them I’ll be fine – she panted trying to stop the dizziness. 

- Fine – I scoffed – bunch of idiots.

- Will insisted but I refused. So finally he gave up.

- Of course he did. And of course you refused. You are just so silly, aren’t you?

- Can you walk me home, Mackie? – she looked at me with the biggest eyes and frankly I wasn’t sure if she was just tired or where there some other substances included.

- Bold enough to ask now? – I shook my head

-Please, Mackie…..

- Of course I will walk you home. How could I not? Where exactly do you live?

- A few blocks down the street, but ….. – she almost tripped over her own feet getting dizzy again.

- No. I live in the next building, so you’re going to stay there.

- But ….

- No buts. You are coming with me Tess.

It took a bit of strength to drag her across the street toward my apartment and a lot less to make her lay down on the couch. Due to the tiredness she was slowly dozing off shifting a couple times to find a comfortable position.

-Tess, how much did you drink? – I could not let her fall asleep before getting some answers.

- Just a couple of drinks. I usually have better resistance for alcohol.

- Not in New York. Sleep. It’s going to be hard in the morning – I put the blanket over her and rubbed my forehead. Silly girl trying to fit in.

Since it was still not so late and Tess was safe for now, I decided I could still take a quick walk before going to bed. I locked the door and went outside, promising myself it would be just a couple of minutes since my rational part was screaming at me that I still had to be bright and energetic in the morning. Guess what, I was never particularly good at keeping the promises I made to myself, so my quick stroll turned into an hour-long, absent-minded journey through the streets. When I came to my senses I realized that I was standing in the middle of an empty, dark alley with no one in sight.

-Shit! – I muttered to myself turning around and heading back as fast as I could hoping for a happy ending and ignoring all the presentiments inside me. How ironic I was calling Tess a silly girl not so long ago and now I was acting like an idiot. 

- Where are you going pretty one? – fuck! – It’s a bit late for a girl like you to roam the streets, isn’t it? – I stopped and calmed my breathing when tall man appeared in front of me, observing his every move and making a rescue plan for myself – are you looking for an adventure? I can provide one – he smiled lustfully at my lack of answer. It was best not to provoke him with any words. I reached inside my bag and clenched my fingers on some small, useful thing inside, now needing the man to come a little bit closer. – I see you are not opposed to the idea, love – he took a few steps forward and a second later was screaming in pain as the pepper spray was hurting his eyes.

- You bitch! – he yelled trashing around in blind rage. – I’m gonna find you and then …. – I wasn’t even listening as I rushed towards the main street. Obviously, not paying attention, again, I was the one to bumped into someone, who grabbed me by my waist on autopilot. Involuntarily I raised the bottle with the spray ready to use it again but the person snatched it from my hand.

- What the fuck, Mack?! – oh yes, what the fuck indeed. Of all of the resident of the city I had to bump into Jake.

- Give me back the spray, please – I tried to yank myself free from his embrace but he did not let me so I banished the effort. – You mind? – I snapped his hand on my waist and that was when he retrieved.

- What the fuck happened?

- A girl, an empty street, an attacker and a pepper spray. You do the math. Now if you excuse me, I’m going home. – I turned around heading back to my apartment and to my surprise he started walking next to me. Without a word. Since I did not feel the urge to break the silence it was pretty intense stroll.  I literally had no idea whether it was his intention to walk me home safely or just get into my head with his behavior. I was betting the second one thought, since messing with people’s head was something he used to do in the past on a regular basis.

- See you tomorrow morning, Mackie – he muttered grumpily at my door and immediately walked away. Asshole.

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Previous. Chapter 40. Missions.

Chapter 41. Woken.

After sitting for several minutes in silence, Scott decided to speak. “Okay, let’s look at the facts… We have Doctor Emily Sanderson, she’s had a very bad childhood, but ended up coming out of it a lot stronger. The only motive we can find so far, is that her father was reported by dad to the police… Then we have Nurse Maria Andrews, she lost both parents at Crest Valley, plus her two youngest brothers were horrifically injured. So, her motive is possible revenge against International Rescue, and possible monetary gain.”

“So, you think it’s Maria then?” Alan questioned.

“I’m really not sure,” Scott frowned, “as I’ve said before, she’s stepped up and took on the parenting role to her three younger brothers. If I was her, then I’d just be grateful that you were alive, and I still feel like there’s more that we don’t know about Emily.”

“I agree Scott,” Jeff sighed, “John, can you do further checks into the backgrounds of Emily’s brother and aunt?”

“Of course!” John confirmed.

“Maybe look at Maria’s other brother as well?” Gordon suggested.

Jeff smiled. “That’s a good idea Gordon… Penny, can you call your Police Commissioner friend, and see if he knows what’s going on with those two women?”

“No problem Jeff, I’ll get on it straight away.”

“Good, then I suggest that once you’ve all seen Virgil, and we know what’s happening at the station, then you should all return to the hotel and see if you can help John,” Jeff stated, “we’ll meet back in the canteen tomorrow morning, and go through everything we have found”

“FAB!” They all chimed.

After each of the boys had spent a short amount of time with Virgil, Penny had informed them that the commissioner had revealed that, because of an ‘anonymous tip-off,’ the Hood’s former hideout had been found. Due to this development, the police had decided to hold both women overnight for further questioning. However, they had all been warned that unless further evidence presented itself, or if upon waking Virgil remembered one of them being there, they would both be released the following day. Upon hearing this their grandmother, alongside both Parker and Penny had returned with the rest of the boys to their hotel, while Jeff had remained at Virgil’s side. All of them determined to help John with the additional background checks on the two women. Hoping that it would yield something that would point them to the correct offender.

… …

The next morning: 7am.

Nurse Carrie Greggs, who was on duty for the day shift, gently shook Jeff’s shoulders to waken him. “Good morning,” she greeted, when Jeff finally opened his eyes.

“Hello,” Jeff yawned.

“I’m sorry to disturb you,” she smiled, “I’m just about to take Virgil of the sedatives.”

“What… You are?” Jeff responded in surprise.

“Yes,” the nurse replied, “his readouts have been good during the night. So, we’d like to give this a try now.”

Jeff pulled himself up into a more comfortable position. “How will this work?”

“We will start by switching his infusion off,” Carrie explained, “because Virgil was on Propofol, he should start waking up soon. We will then check his breathing and see how he’s doing. If he's still needing support, then we will keep him on a lower dowse of sedation so that he can interact with you. If he can breathe on his own, then we will have to ask you to stay in the waiting room while we remove the tube. Once that’s done we will provide him with some oxygen until he’s feeling a bit stronger.”

“I just hope he’s more with it today,” Jeff grimaced.

Carrie smiled sympathetically. “Just be prepared. Even if he his sensible, the tubes will make him cough!”

“Okay,” Jeff replied, gently holding Virgil’s hand in his.

After a short time, Carrie began to speak. “Okay, Virgil is starting to wake. Mr Tracy, we’re going to ask Virgil to squeeze your hand. Please let me know if he does.

Jeff nodded. “Come on Virg, you can do it!” He quietly willed.

“Virgil, can you hear me?” Carrie asked. “If you can, then I want you to squeeze your dad’s hand,” Carrie glanced at Jeff, but he shook his head to confirm that there was no reaction. “Come on Virgil, I know you can hear my voice. Please squeeze your father’s hand for me.”

“He did it!” Jeff grinned, when he received a response. However, his heart immediately sunk when Virgil’s head began shaking from side to side, like it had done the day before.

Carrie immediately took Virgil’s other hand in hers and held it, so he couldn’t pull at the tubes. “Talk to him. Let him know you’re here.” She said.

Jeff nodded and leaned closer to Virgil. “Everything is going to be okay Virg.”

“Keep going,” Carrie said, when Virgil didn’t respond.

“Please son, open your eyes for me,” Jeff pleaded.

Virgil’s eyes, unfocused, slightly cracked open, as he began coughing against the tube.

“Virgil, look at me… You’re in intensive care. There’s a tube in your mouth helping you to breathe. Do you want us to take it out?” Virgil nodded his head, turning red from the amount he was coughing. Nurse Greggs pressed a few buttons on the monitors. “Virgil, I want you to try and take a deep breath for me?” Virgil responded to her command. “Well done, that’s it!”

A doctor, followed by another nurse entered the room and observed the ventilator readouts. “Okay, he’s breathing on his own,” the doctor confirmed, “we can go ahead and remove the tube.”

The new nurse started gathering up equipment, while Carrie addressed Jeff. “As I explained, you will have to leave the room while we extubate. I promise it won’t take long, and as soon as we are done then you’ll be able to return.”

Jeff nodded. “I’ll see you in a bit,” he whispered in Virgil’s ear, before leaving the room.

Virgil, stared at the door watching his dad leave, his focus being brought back by the nurse’s voice who had been in the room with his father.

“Virgil, we’re going to take the tube out now, okay? Come on Virgil, look at me.” Carrie soothed, as the panic and desperation grew more evident on his face. “Everything is going to be okay!” Virgil locked his eyes onto the nurses, as she continued to reassure him that he was indeed safe and secure. “That’s it.” She continued, while the doctor and the other nurse worked together to pull the tube. “You’re doing really well. It will all be over soon.” Carrie smiled at him when they had finished pulling the tube. “There we go, all done now!”

The other nurse placed an oxygen mask over Virgil’s mouth and then adjusted the bed, so he was now in a slightly raised position. While the doctor observed his monitor readouts. After a few more checks they both smiled at Virgil. “Can you say Hello for me?” The doctor asked.

“Hello,” Virgil croaked.

“Well done!” He replied. “Your throat will be sore, you can have some ice chips in a bit, okay?”

“Okay,” Virgil slightly coughed, “where’s my dad?”

“Your father is in the waiting room,” the other nurse replied, “we just need to do a few more checks and we’ll bring him back in. Just try and get some rest for now.”

Virgil nodded and closed his eyes.

… …

Even though Jeff knew the nurses were all doing the best job possible for his son, he had still apprehensively left the room, wanting to remain at Virgil’s side through the extubating process. However, as he had no choice but to leave, to relieve his tension Jeff had gone into the corridor outside of the ICU, and called the hotel. Scott had been the one to answer. His relief at Virgil being awake obvious. He quickly passed on the information to the rest of the family who were in the room with him, and declared that they would all be there as soon as possible. After finishing the call, Jeff anxiously returned to the waiting room, hoping that someone would return for him soon, and he would once more be able to be with his boy. After another five minutes, which had felt like hours, Carrie opened the door and signalled for Jeff to follow her.

“How is he?” Jeff asked as they made their way back towards Virgil’s private room.

Carrie smiled. “Good! The tubes out, he’s breathing well, and he’s able to talk.”

“If there are any side-effects, when will they show,” Jeff questioned.

“Any side-effects should be apparent already. However, because of the sedation he isn’t aware of them yet. As soon as the sedation is out of his system they will hit him. Given the size of the overdose, that’s most likely going to be sooner rather than later!”

Jeff exhaled after taking all this information in. Once Carrie was satisfied that Jeff was ready, she opened the door and allowed him to enter the room. “Hey Virg,” he said softly, gently squeezing his hand.

Virgil opened his eyes and smiled weakly at his father. “Hey,” he mouthed, squeezing his dads hand back.

Jeff stroked his hand through Virgil’s hair. “You gave us all quite a scare!”

“What happened?” Virgil croaked.

“Do you not remember?” Jeff asked.

“Alan gave me my chain,” Virgil muttered.

“And that’s the last thing you recall?” Jeff questioned.

Virgil furrowed his brow in concentration. “Yes… Sorry.”

“Not your fault son... Not your fault at all!” Jeff responded, before looking towards the nurse with understandable concern. “Is that normal?”

“It has been known to happen with Rynax,” Carrie replied, “It sometimes stops the brain laying down a new memory.”

“Any chance they won’t come back?” Jeff questioned.

“Occasionally,” she answered, “give him a bit longer, and once the sedation as worn off, see if anything comes through then.”

Jeff sighed, hoping that now Virgil didn’t remember which woman it was, his brothers had uncovered something in their search.

“Dad,” Virgil muttered, “what did happen?”

Jeff looked towards Virgil who was looking perplexed. “You had a really bad reaction to some drugs you were given… I promise I will explain more later, for now I want you to try and get some rest for me.”

Virgil frowned not wanting to rest, but finding his eyes were naturally shutting as he drifted off to sleep.

… …

A few hours later:

Over 24 hours she had been held for questioning. Over 24 hours, in which, somehow, she had managed to keep her cool, and answer all the questions that had been fired at her. It had been extremely difficult to maintain the façade. Especially when the police had revealed that they had discovered the Hood’s hideout, and had somehow managed to get the computers working. ‘No doubt because of the Tracy’s,’ she inwardly scowled. Knowing, because of information divulged to her by the Hood that they were also International Rescue. Thankfully though, the recorded imagery hadn’t been retrieved, thanks to the help she had received. Plus, when no other evidence had presented itself, and luckily Virgil had woken and not remembered anything, the police had eventually believed that she was an innocent victim, who had been dragged into all this business by the Hood’s insidious lies.

Now as she stood outside of the police station, she beamed an inner smile. It felt amazing knowing that despite the bad luck she had been having she had so far gotten away with everything! All she needed to do now was to make sure that it stayed that way. Plus, she still wanted and needed revenge against Virgil, and his family. She breathed in the fresh air that freedom brought her. Firstly, she needed to go home, shower, and make sure the damn bite that Virgil had inflicted on her hand was healing. Secondly, later that afternoon she would make her way to the hospital for a meeting she and her colleague, who had also been accused, had been asked to attend. Thirdly, she would need to gain access to Virgil Tracy, just in case his memories did come flooding back to him, and silence him once and for all!

Then finally, she would need to make sure that she did continue to look like an innocent victim, not only to the police, but also to her work colleagues. Pondering her thoughts on how to do this, she smiled to herself, maybe the way forward was to make sure the blame was firmly placed onto the other woman. She knew that she could arrange that, she just needed to make sure that the wheels were firmly in motion!

NEXT. Chapter 42

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MAFUSAKI FANFIC!!

HI HELLO I GOT YOU FOR THE CONTROSEKA SECRET SANTA THING AND I LOVE MAFUSAKI NOW SO I WILL WRITE THEM FOR YOU!!!( ALSO WHEN WORDS ARE WRITTEN WITH APOSTROPHES IN THE DIALOGUE IT’S ENGLISH!!!!!) ALSO IM SO SORRY IT’S ON TUMBLR I DONT HAVE AN AO3 ACCOUNT AND I DONT USE WATTPAD

asahina mafuyu, the second year intelligent prodigy that all of her peers both admired and envied. she was not very used to being invited to hang out with people, due to quick assumptions that she would not have time to do such silly things like karaoke or simply study with other people besides herself.

maybe she just didn’t want to, or she really was caught up in her studies so she could make her mom proud of her, just like she wanted.

why though, did she feel so lonely her entire life? why would she often find herself in her childhood years, pondering the feeling of how it would be to have a sleepover with a few friends? was it weird that she had never attended many group events unless they related to academics? 

as she got older, she would begin to understand her emotions less and less, no one would be there to help her, and she was too afraid to ask for assistance. 

although she was able to hold up a facade in front of people, there were still a few people who realized she was too flawless to be real. too kind to not have ulterior motives, yes? 

tenma saki, a girl just one year younger than her. she did not notice her too much for the most part, but she would always make sure to greet her with a smile when she would pass bye her.

“good morning asahina-san!” with a wide smile plastered on her face. mafuyu’s response was normally a nod with a light smile in return. not that she was disinterested, but when they held conversations, she did not seem to talk too much during them. most of the time, it would get cut off by the sound of a bell or she would claim she was needed somewhere, so she would kindly excuse herself and leave.

it wasn’t that saki didn’t mind it, she understood that mafuyu was known to be a very busy student, often being seen busy with club activities or simply studying. although, she wished she could get to know her more sincerely. how was she so kind to everyone? how come there was not too much background information on her? she decided that she would attempt to get to know her better.

saki decided she would come up with a little plan in order to get her to hang out with her, a simple one that she was bound to agree to.

as saki slowly walked, purposely trying to run into mafuyu but making it seem more like a coincidence, she saw dark purple hair tied up neatly into a high ponytail, held in place with a yellow scrunchie.

“asahina-san! are you going to have your lunch now?” saki asked, catching up with her target.

mafuyu turned back and had the same simple gaze, she seemed so bright but why did it feel so fake?

‘“oh, hello tenma-chan, yes i am going to go eat my lunch outside, my classroom is a bit crowded,” she replied, somewhat reluctant but not rudely 

“that’s great! do you mind if i can join you? i have a small request if it’s not too sudden or rude,” this request was a part of her plan as well, yes, a simple but meaningful request

“that’s alright, sure.. what is your request?”

“i’m struggling in english, and i was told that you were known for being an honor student in the class! i’m very behind having missed so much school over these last few years.”

“oh, yes i can help with that. what are you having trouble with?”

“my teachers told me to work on my pronunciation and. ‘pronouns?’ they’re a bit weird.”

“alright, i can help with that. we can sit here,” mafuyu told her as they arrived to an empty bench under a shaded tree.

mafuyu took out her bento which contained a very nice assortment of healthy foods, neatly packed in. saki watched with curious eyes, this girl was really good at everything, wasn’t she?

“wow, did you make that? it looks amazing!” saki asked before they began their mini-lesson

“oh, my lunch? no, my mom makes them for me. she is a great cook,” she replied while beginning to eat part of the meal.

“oh wow, your mom must be great! my older brother helps me with mine!”

saki noticed mafuyu slightly frown at the comment, but only momentarily before she responded with a nod and smile while chewing food.

they began working on saki’s english over the duration of lunch, and saki was able to learn a bit, although not too much, about her upperclassman. she noticed that she was slightly indecisive, hesitating to answer simple questions such as “what’s your favorite color?” but she did not want to push into it too much. she also noted that she was slightly awkward, and didn’t seem to talk too much unless saki asked something or while they were still going over the material on english.

the process might be slow, but if it was worth the wait, saki would be patient to get to know her better. who knows? maybe one day they will be close enough to go by first names, or hug when they see each other. is little saki is beginning to form a hallway crush as they call it? maybe she is.

HIHI THANK YOU FOR READING!!! SORRY IT’S NOT TOO ROMANTIC, I PLANNED ON ADDING MORE TO IT BUT I DONT REALLY KNOW YOUR PERSONAL PREFERENCES SO I JUST STARTED MORE OF A LITTLE SCENARIO ON THE STARTING ACTION OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP!!! ANYWAY I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS BECAUSE IT WAS FUN TO WRITE! MAFUSAKI THE WORLD ☆

[show-us-kaidenshenandoah]

ill eventually make a proper, pretty intro-post

but hello, hi, i am Kaiden-Shenandoah Knapp

also, yes, Kaiden-Shenandoah is my first name. the hyphen is optional, but you still have to type/say the whole thing. no, you may not call me "Kaiden". yes, i am aware it is a mouthful lol

(probably gonna change my surname is "Knapping" in a few years. i wanna distance myself from some shitty family while making the Indigeneity in my surname more apparent. dont be surprised when that happens. im just putting it off bc i got a lot on my plate rn lol)

(also if you knew me as "Kayleen", hi, hello, i no longer go by that childhood nickname. it is retired, wave goodbye, better to have loved and lost and all that)

this is my messily mindless "welcome to my head" blog, we do things very casually here. im making it my new Main (as of 24 March 2024). my professional/art blog is @kaidenshenandoahknapp

but the real point of this post is: i am not a bot lol

and also, stuff is on a queue (until i do a mass-reblog binge but, typically, i am on queue)

everything in my queue is now 2 post per 24 hours (as of: 20 April 2024)

ive been on tumblr before, but since this is a new Main, im just going through my favorite content-creation blogs i know and mass-queueing loads of the op's projects. (if you are one of those said blogs and find this nth new notes a day from me annoying, please let me know; and i will just spam them all to Post Now so i can get out of your hair asap) i'm also just not good at regularly keeping up with creators' new stuff week-by-week, so instead i generally mass-queue because i assume mass-reblogging is a bit more overwhelming, idk, maybe im just overthinking lol

tags guide: (mostly for me, ngl lol i need reminders of what i tag what when i do my mass-queues)

#me - me posting something

#relatable - "omg that is so me" at someone else's post

#aesthetic - me just really liking the vibes, which sometimes just also happens to be pretty to look at lmao

#canines wolves and werewolves i love - i know what i am about. ill probably have more "niche My Special Interest tags" as i find posts that fit them

#nutty nutcrackers / #the nutcracker - another Special Interest tag. pretty self-explanatory, i like The Nutcracker a lot lmao

#betty boop - you would think this belongs with fandom tags, but no. part of why i am obsessed with her (and have been since i was, like, 14) is because she was the popularization of the very next tag's trend

#infantalization in animation - it's when you apply baby facial proportions to an adult bodied character, it's most often done in female characters. i'll be using this tag outside of animated stuff btw. but yeah, anything that examines that visual design choice i am all 👀 over lmao

#other people's art - any individual person, not counting final version of studio work (like ill tag "Lilo and Stitch"'s exploratory concept art with this, sure, but i wont tag stills of the "Lilo and Stitch" film)

↳ #animal art

↳ #background art

↳ #oc art - is all "my original character in a canon piece" kind of ocs, not the "my original character in my original story" type

↳ there are also specifically listed artists here and there if they have influenced me/my style in the past or recently (such as but not limited to: #rvsa). almost all of them are indies with social media (aka: no Van Gogh, no Hayao Miyazaki. if they have their own fandom, i tag said fandom and not the specific artist, usually. it depends. there are some gray areas)

#brushes - the (digital) brushes people i like use

#art tips

#writing tips - is about actually doing the practice

#on writing - is the philsophy about the practice

#[insert fandom here]

#[insert fandom here] analysis

(here are the tags i chose for some fandoms that had multiple possible tags. this is not all of my fandom tags)

● #studio ghibli, #[insert studio ghibli title here] (i tag both the movie itself and studio. because sometimes i want something from the original movie, so i go into those tags; and i also go to the studio to look at overarching things since the studio has such a strong overall aesthetic/visual brand)

● #[insert disney title] (here, i do tag the specific movies and i dont just use the studio. because im usually looking for specific things this one disney movie has)

● #moomin (as opposed to "moominvalley", "tales of moominvalley", or the like)

● #my hero academia (so many different options for one work)

● #trigun (so many different branching creations from one source lmao im just gonna lump them together)

● #into the spiderverse (i dont use "across the spiderverse" for simplicity's sake, and i don't use the hyphen/space between "spider(-)verse" also for simplicity. its easier for me to be consistent if i just go "nah, its all one word")

● #marvel comics (i do not tag the mcu specifically)

● #dc comics, #batman (i tag both. but i dont tag any other dc comics property. i just know im esp obsessed with the batfam enough that, sure, they should get their own tag)

#me

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heyyyyyy *saunters saucily into your ask box* congratulations! you have written a character so appealing that i cant stop thinking about her! and considering shes an alternate version of an already fictional character, i literally have no one else to bother about the brainworms she gives me. so, youre stuck with me. (side note if you do get sick of my endless asks just say the word and i will limit myself to like. two per chapter. probably. i can be normal i promise) ANYWAY i was listening to incredible amazing bigbrained theon playlist this morning and foreigners god by hozier came upand. the way i see it, in asoiaf canon theons one of the characters with the most interesting relationship with religion. he has the conflicting background, and doesnt really seem to connect with either. which isnt bad, not every character needs tk be spiritual, yet he is also some sort of mesiah figure??? like he has visions and talks to the weirwoods and has SO MUCH religious imagery like im not gonna get into it all but dude literally got crucified?? at a stake??? shit idk man. i like it. i like the part where he swears by the seven WHILE AT THE ISLANDS BEFORE HIS DEATH BAPTISM CEREMONY bbg theyre not pagans. but but but back to quenn- i feel like this is more emphasized in her story? maybe thats just me being delusional but (she lights insence in the sept after cat leaves hahahha im normal about this i swear) shes been abandoned by ALL the gods but still prays??? and for what??? stability???? hope?????? shes can seem like such a pessimist at time, a down to earth realist at best, but SHE STILL PRAYS. to what god???? im not very eloquent with words but you should listen to foreigners god the end byeeerer

-TeaInABowl

Why, hello again ;-) You're so nice to me 🥺 I really appreciate it cause I've been dealing with some Family Issues lately ❤️

Also, you do not have to tell ME about the pain of Quen brainworms!!! Thank god I have goddcoward, Ashen_Onion, and, of course, Y'ALL to scream with about Quen with, because otherwise I'd have probably lost my mind by now. Never worry about being normal because I've spent the last year being increasingly Unnormal about Quen, with extensive daydreaming about all of the Saw traps I have/will put her in.

You've reminded me to update my Quen playlist (the link is around here... somewhere...), but I also reallyyyy need to finish my Theon playlist too... eventually...

But back on topic! Yes, Theon's relationship with religion is such an interesting part of his character, and it's something that really drew me to him while reading (as someone with a complicated/agnostic outlook on religion). He has an unusually strong connection with the North's old gods, which is especially apparent in his ADWD chapters (which are some of GRRM's best-ever chapters, I will die on this hill), and I can't wait to see how that (hopefully) intersects with Bran's journey in TWOW.

I took this aspect of Theon's character and ran with it for Quen, as she has a lot of exposure to all three of the main religions in Westeros: the Drowned God during her childhood on the Iron Islands, and the old gods + the Seven during her time with the Starks. Quen has a closer relationship with the Seven in particular, due to her closer relationship with Catelyn/Sansa/Arya/Septa Mordane (by nature of being female in this 'verse), but she oscillates between all three when the occasion calls for it.

What is she praying for? Does she even believe in any of these gods? Who knows! Quen certainly doesn't. But she'll pray to the gods of the people she loves, so their gods might protect them. Also, as my dad would put it: "there are no atheists in foxholes". This is to say, Quen will cling to whatever gods get her the hell outta this clusterfuck in one piece. And, unfortunately, she finds herself in an inordinate amount of clusterfucks. She's clusterfucks Georg, really.

"Foreigner's God" is Thee Theon song fr. We all listened to it and collectively went THEON 🫵 If anyone has any other Theon song recs, I am always open to suggestions... 👀

#ask #another ask??? you're spoiling me ;-))))) #it was also such a relief after some veryyyy unfun Family Stuff :'-) #my parents rock but my brother? call me asha the way i very much Don't Like That Asshole #A LITTLE BROTHER MAY LIVE TO BE A HUNDRED BUT HE WILL ALWAYS BE A LITTLE BROTHER!!!!! #gartin rartin rartin martin was a prophet for that line #anyway. onto chapter 40!

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our love lasts so long

Fluff | Spencer Reid x FEM! Reader

Summary: Pretending to not be in love with your best friend is the hardest thing you had to do in your life. So when life gives you a chance to play pretend couple, you take it. (Heavily inspired by Taylor Swift’s seven.)

Word Count: 4,7k.

Warnings: okay woah there’s a lot to unpack here, lots of self-doubt, pining, alcohol consumption (by reader and other), Alzheimer’s, mentions of food, mentions of getting pregnant, kids, badly translated french, kinda non-canon complaint but like also canon compliant, fake dating, childhood best friends to lovers, a lot of fluff but there is a good amount of angst too.

Writer’s Note: Hello! This fic is written for Rosie’s writing challenge ( @samuel-de-champagne-problems )! When I saw her post saying she wanted TS inspired fics I just knew I needed to make this one for our love of seven. There are a lot of easter eggs in here and basically I went crazy. This is better if you have seven is playing in the background as you read it. To Rosie, I honestly knew how I wanted it to end before I even started and I am hoping you will still love it. Congratulations on the milestone and you deserve everything lovely in this world. I love you! <333

Gif is mine. <3

“JJ and Will are finally getting married.” You gasp, as the chopsticks you were holding drops from your grasp, “Really!? Did she finally say yes!?”

“Apparently, a bomb threat would do it.” Spencer answers, as he chews his egg roll, “Well… are you okay?” You watch as he shrugs.

You can still remember the letter you received after Spencer joined the BAU. The letter is still in the box underneath your bed where all his letters are kept. Spencer writes numerous paragraphs about how he asked the young, kind, beautiful, communications liaison named Jennifer Jareau on a date. How Gideon advised him to go out with her and he was proud that he did. The letter is still stained with your tears as you read it twice, thrice, until you forget how many times you’ve read it.

“I am okay. I am Henry’s godfather, I like Will. He’s family.” Spencer shrugs again, as he takes another bite out of his food before laughing, “Derek made this bet with me though. He says he’s going to do all my paper work for 2 months if I come with a date.”

He looks up from the TV and looks at you, a smile in his face, “Guess I am doing his paper work for 2 months.”

“I can come with you.” Spencer chokes on his roll, before coughing up and gulping down a glass of sweet tea like the idea of dating me repulsed him, “Like my date?”

“Sure. I can pretend we finally got together. That’ll probably get Penelope off my back.” Spencer’s eyes widen, making his eye twitch, “Penelope thinks we should get together?”

“Yeah. She thinks its the perfect childhood best friends love story. You know her, she watches too much tv dramas.” You roll your eyes, looking down at your plate as you play with the rice, not having enough strength to look him in the eye.

“I can’t impose on you like that.” Spencer insists, the uncertainty still obvious in his voice making you pause. Did you want walk down this path? Can you really do one night of fake dating and go back to best friends the next day like nothing has happened? The silence was deafening as you have an inner monologue against yourself.

You look at Spencer as he looks at you, his eyes watching your face to detect any emotion. You’ve been best friends with him for so long, you can now control which ones you want to show him. Spencer stares at you intently, with those bright, brown eyes and sometimes if you look at them long enough you can see the seven year old Spencer. The thought of it makes you smile.

“Oh, its nothing. You’ll just owe me one. Maybe a steak dinner or that green converse I wanted.” You force yourself to break eye contact as Spencer chuckles at your answer, “Sure, maybe we can get matching shoes. Remember that sweater your Mom knitted for us when we were nine?”

You laugh, remembering two nine year olds fuss over the itchy Christmas sweater, “Oh, I remember. That was a good Christmas.” He nods, with a soft smile illuminating his face with nostalgia.

“No, really, it’s okay with me. JJ will probably invite me too, so we’re killing two birds with one stone, I guess.” You managed to choke it out. You can’t believe how lame you were acting over a fake dating act.

“Okay, okay, if you say so. You should know though, we would really have to get in the act. Derek is very serious about bets.” Spencer raises his eyebrows at you. You nod, at him as he returns his focus to the show.

Spencer still has the same features he had when he was thirteen , the same age you realized you were in love with your best friend since you were seven. The next week, Spencer leaves for college, leaving you with a broken heart and a promise that he will write. Spencer did take the letters seriously. He wrote about everything that has happened in his life and you wrote him back in letters, with pieces of your heart wedge between the letters.

When you graduated college, fate brings you all around the country before setting you down at Washington for an English teaching job. It must’ve been almost fifteen years since you saw each other last and you thought all the gross, first love feelings you felt for your best friend was gone. But there it was the feelings you thought was long gone.

You turn your head to the side table, Spencer doesn’t have much decorations aside for one framed picture of the two of you when you were both seven, smiling side by side, on the treehouse your father built for you. Spencer had the same smile and you wear your hair in a braid. You were his best friend and if that was all you can ever be, it was good enough for you.

-

I am coming up. The text reads from Spencer. You take one last glimpse of yourself on the mirror, your hair is in a neat braid, you straightened the dress you were wearing and the heels on your feet giving you an additional height.

“Wear blue. It brings out your eyes.” You chew on your lip as you remember what Spencer wrote to you when you said you were going to prom with Carl Jones. You have worn blue every chance you got since then, even when you thought your feelings were gone for him.

You hear keys jingling before your front door opens, “I am here! Are you ready to go?” You reach for your clutch and wedding gift before looking at the mirror once more, “You look good. You can do this.” You whisper before taking a deep breath.

“Yes! I am ready!” You stand up straight before coming out of you room, “Let’s go!” You stop on tracks when you see him. He was wearing a suit, his tie in a shade of blue you were too familiar with. Right here, right now, your heart skipped a beat.

You snap out of it when a soft smile spreads on his face, “I would say you looked good right now, but you’ve always been beautiful.” Your teeth digs deeper on your lips before trying to collect the composure you have left, “You don’t look too bad yourself, Doctor Reid.” He smiles before taking your hands to his.

The car ride to Rossi’s was fast and before you knew it you were walking towards his mansion. You’ve been here a few times now and you will never get used at how big it is.

“We really have to sell this. If you’re ever uncomfortable, you tell me.” You nod with raised eyebrows, “As long as you buy me what I want, I am good.” He chuckles before you feel his arms twisting around your waist.

“Let’s do this, nugget.” You giggle as he uses the nickname your mom calls you, before smiling up at him, “You better be a good actor, crash.” A smile decorates his face as he hears the nickname Diana used to call him.

“Of course, I am.” He gives your temple a gentle kiss, before ringing the doorbell and all you can do is force smile as your heart beat so loud from the kiss it makes you wonder if he can hear it.

The door opens revealing Penelope. “Well, hello you two,” Penelope pauses, her head tilting, “WAIT! Why is his arm on your waist!? And why are you this close!?” Before you can say a word Penelope gasps before pulling you in, bringing Spencer in with you.

“Are you guys finally together!?” She squeals as she claps her hands making you smile at how happy she looks, “Yes. We went on one date. So calm down, Pen.” She clasps her hand over her mouth to surpass a squeal.

When you first came to the city, Spencer immediately introduced you the BAU team and not surprisingly, you found yourself growing close to one energetic, cheerful Penelope Garcia.

“Wait until Derek hears this!” Before you can stop her, Penelope was gone.

“We should take a seat, the wedding should be starting in a few minutes.” Spencer says, interlacing your hands within his. You’ve always wonder why it has felt so right to hold his hands. You were used to this, holding his hand, you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve held hands through your life.

Tonight was different, maybe its because for the first time in your life you weren’t pretending like you weren’t in love with him since you were seven. Spencer’s hand wrapped tightly in yours, his thumb rubbing circles on the top of your hand as if he’s done it a thousand times before.

“Hey kids,” Rossi sits next to you, scotch in hand. You don’t miss the glance he drops on your interlocked hands and you certainly don’t miss the way it makes him smile wide.

“Hey Rossi. This is a great party.” You gesture to the beautifully decorated wedding. He shrugs, “If I wasn’t in the FBI, I would have been a party planner.” He winks.

“Hey, do you want a drink?” Spencer asks, standing up from his sit but never letting go of your hand, “Yes. Uh.. champagne is okay.”

Spencer smiles before giving the crown of your head a kiss, “I’ll be right back, nug.” You watch him go before turning back to Rossi.

“You kids finally got together, huh?” Rossi smiles as he drinks his drink. You smile and nod, “Yeah. Finally.”

“It was bound to happen, Y/N.” You sigh as you watch the fairy lights blink slowly, “I guess it was.”

Spencer comes back shortly with your drink and the wedding starts a few minutes later. JJ walks down the aisle with a beautiful white dress making her look like a real life angel and its hard to think that you once cried over her and Spencer. This time you reach for Spencer’s hands, taking his hands into yours like it was meant to be that way.

-

“Spencer, is my make up okay? I think I cried too much.” Spencer squints as he looks at your face and suddenly you wished you never asked the question because he’s staring at you too intensely.

“It’s okay. Just a smidge of mascara.” Spencer takes you by surprise when he cups your face using his thumb to remove the smudge. He removes his hands as he gives you, a toothy smile, “All gone.”

“I guess, I lost the bet.” You turn around with Derek looming over you with a huge smile on his face. You squeal before giving him a hug, “If it would have meant you two finally getting together, I could’ve done it sooner.”

“I haven’t seen you for so long!” You exclaim, you haven’t seen any of the members for a long time, aside from Penelope. They’re always busy with cases and you were always busy in teaching.

“I hope I get the same treatment.” Another voice comes and Emily comes from behind him, “Em!” You give her a hug before letting her go, “How are you!?” She asks, excited to catch up with you.

“Wow, its like I don’t exist.” Spencer rolls his eyes, “Shut up. We see each other everyday.” Emily sticks her tongue out making Derek and Spencer laugh.

“I am so happy, you guys are finally got together!” Emily exclaims and Derek nods in agreement, “Two decades too late! I can still remember young Doctor Reid writing letters everywhere we go, wether on the plane, the office or in hotel rooms. He was always writing to you and if he’s not he’s just reading those letters you wrote him.”

You gape before looking up at Spencer with a bright smile, his hands wrapped on your waist, “You did?” He laughs, “Of course, I didn’t want you to wait for too long.” There was a spark in his eyes and if it wasn’t all pretend you would’ve believed he was truly in love with you.

“I am guessing Y/N is the only one that can be able to convince Reid to dance.” Emily teases, before pulling Derek into the dance floor to slow dance.

You look back at him with raised eyebrows and he sighs, “Okay fine. But I am sorry if I step on your toes.” You laugh before pulling him on the dance floor placed in the middle of the garden, “Just follow my lead.” You guide his hand placing it on your waist, your arms snaking around his neck. The song playing is soft and perfect for a slow dance, the lights around the dance floor giving Spencer’s face a majestic glow.

“Blue always looks good on you.” Spencer smiles, his hands tightening around you as you both sway to the music. You feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. “Well, thank you. Diana always said that too.”

“Mom always said that. Even on her bad days, she always said, “Where’s Y/N? Tell her blue looks good on her.” She always loved you.” He smiles, tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear.

You watch over his shoulder as Penelope waves at you, her eyes gleaming with happiness and gives you a thumbs up. Like she genuinely believed that you and Spencer were finally together.

Suddenly, you felt suffocated in the open air. The act of pretending suddenly choking you. You pull yourself off Spencer, “I need to get a drink.” Before he can say anything, you turn and run towards the house. You drink a glass of water from the bar, drinking it in one swift motion, not stopping until its all gone.

One glass wasn’t enough as you reach for another one. Everyones opinion was swimming in your head, everyone thinking you and Spencer was always been bound to happen, Penelope’s proud smile as you and Spencer finally get together. How is this not killing Spencer? How is he okay with all of these? Why did everyone expect that the two of you will somehow get together someday?

“You okay?” Spencer’s voice comes out from nowhere making you choke in the water you’re drinking, “Oh, no. Did I scare you? I am so sorry.” Spencer’s hand finds your back, running it up and down your back as you cough.

Your words spill out like a cough you were holding on, like a cough you were holding on for almost twenty years, “How is this okay with you? How are you okay with pretending that we’re in love with each other?”

Spencer blinks at you, surprised of your outburst. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out of it. You take it as your cue to say more, “You’re holding me like you want to. Like… like you actually love me?” You can hear your heart drumming against your chest and you were sure Spencer can hear it too. You watch as Spencer sighs, you close your eyes, hands tightening against the cold counter.

Decades of friendship just ruined because you can’t pretend anymore. You can’t pretend that you didn’t want hand holding, kisses on the cheeks or temples, the heat of his hand on your back, or to have him in your life as someone more than just a best friend. Was this better than being just a best friend? Was this worth it?

“Y/N, Remember that phase I had when I was younger where I made origamis?” You open your eyes, squinting at him, “How is that related to this?” He raises his hands, stopping you and shakes his head.

“Listen, remember when I left for college, I left you with that star origami and I told you to always have it with you because that was me protecting you.” You nod. You remember it like it was yesterday. Thirteen year old you were sobbing when Spencer gives you a small piece of star.

“Do you have it?” Your forehead creases in confusion. Spencer smiles, “Do you have it, Y/N?”

You sigh in defeat, opening you purse and fishing you car keys. You open the small keychain purse you’ve specifically got for the purpose of keeping the small star safe. You open it and take the small blue star, it was faded now with a few creases due to age, but it was the same star that Spencer gave you when he left.

Spencer takes it in his hands, slowly unrolling the piece of paper, “Wait! Don’t do that! I kept that safe for almost two decades and you’re going to unroll it!?” He chuckles, “I’ll make you a new one, I’ll make you a hundred more if you want it.”

His answer shuts you up, taken back at what he said and overwhelmed to what it could’ve meant. You watch as he unrolls the small star before giving it to you, “Read it.”

You’ve had this star for years, never knowing that something was written in it. Spencer’s chicken like handwriting proves that he did write this when he was thirteen.

“Mon cœur est à toi.” You try to read out, before looking up at him with creased forehead, “I don’t know french, Spence.” Spencer laughs, his eyes full of endearment as he looks at you.

“My heart is yours.” You blink at him, “What?”

“It means, My heart is yours. It has been yours since I was 13, even before I knew what love really is.” You open your mouth to speak but you can’t find a voice to say anything. Spencer takes your hand, “Remember that one time my Dad was so mad, and I came running to your house crying?” You nod, the picture of young Spencer crying because his Dad was mad comes rushing to you.

“You started crying with me and insisting that my house is haunted. You said that was the reason why my Dad was always mad. I stopped crying when you said that because I started telling you that wasn’t scientifically possible.” Spencer chuckles, taking a deep breath before continuing, “You stopped crying because you started dressing up as a pirate and you started asking Mrs. Y/L/N if I can live with you guys instead.”

“I’ve loved you since then. Y/N, you are the innocence in my life. The one thing pure in my life that made me believe that there is good in this world and even if its hard, its worth saving one fight at a time. I never said anything because I was your best friend. I was hoping that one day, you’d just open up the star and see it.”

“It was easy to pretend, because for years I’ve wanted to have you in my arms and tell everybody that I love you,” Spencer smiles before teasing you, “Since before you got braces.” This makes you laugh.

You inch closer to him, his brown eyes staring at you, the love finally evident in it like he pulled a mask off, you pull him down with his tie. Your lips meets his for the first time and it feels like coming home. You’ve wanted this for years, you’ve thought of it many times, and somehow nothing comes close to the real thing. Your hands tangle up in his hair, as his arms brings you closer to his chest. Spencer’s kiss was just like him, soft and rough in the edges, but it was him.

Spencer pulls you back to reality as he pulls back from the kiss.

“I love you, Nugget.” Spencer whispers as he puts his forehead against yours.

“I love you, too, Crash, to the moon and to Saturn.”

-

The bright lights from the glaring sun seeps through the large windows of your living room. The loud noise the vacuum emits is the only thing that can be heard all throughout the house. The whole house is decked in thanksgiving decorations, turkey drawings from various children hanging from the fire place.

Turning off the vacuum, you can hear the oven timer ticking. The second turkey was almost done. It was the last thing you had to prepare, all the sides and fixings are ready to be served. In the distance, you can hear the vinyl player you bought for Spencer’s forty-fifth birthday playing some classic songs. You grab your duster and start dusting the frames displayed on the top of the fire place. A jar full of origamis stars that Spencer gave you for you first anniversary sits on the end of the mantle. Pictures varying from JJ’s wedding to Spencer and yours wedding to the first ever picture you took together.

The picture is yellowish on the sides with cracks on the ends, showing its true age. Spencer was smiling from the treehouse your father built for your seventh birthday and you were on the swing, the picture capturing the giggle bubbling out of you as your braided hair swings with you. The trees in the background are bright green with the sign of summer growing all around the vicinity.

Right beside the childhood picture was the picture from after you first kissed in JJ’s wedding. A soft smile dances over your face, as your fingers run across the picture. You both looked so young and the lights of JJ’s wedding gleaming in the background. You can remember Derek being drunk and Penelope giggling as she takes the picture.

The doorbell snaps you out of the trance. You quickly put away the cleaning items before opening the door.

“Meemaw!” Two small children lunges over you, “Oh my babies! Did you guys miss me?” Agnes nods as she holds up a picture of a turkey.

“Happy Thinksgiving, Meemaw!” You laugh as you accept the drawing kissing her in the cheek before she goes running in the house. You look at Agatha who has a thanksgiving card in her hand, “For Peepaw.” She says shyly.

“Peepaw is still in his study. Later you can give it to him.” She nods before quietly entering the house.

“Hi, Ma.” Diana comes in with her husband, Nathan. She gives you a hug and a kiss in the cheek before coming in, Nathan does the same thing, “We bought pie, Ma.”

“You know where to put it.” You wink as you watch another car drive in the drive away.

Three more cars later, the house was full with children. Diana is your eldest daughter, you had her right after you got married to Spencer. She’s married to Nathan with two children, Agnes and Agatha. Morgan is your second daughter, you had her three years later. She’s single but has a wonderful teenager named Tony. Penny is your third daughter, she’s married to her wonderful wife, Trina. They’ve adopted four siblings, Anna, Pauline, Phil, and Andrew. Jason is your youngest, Spencer wanted to try for a boy one more time and Jason was your little blessing. Jason lives happily with his girlfriend, Leslie and their child named Steve.

“Ma, we’re going to get the table ready. Should you get Pa? or should one of us do it?” Morgan asks as she hands out spoon and fork combos, you shake your head, “I should get him. I don’t want him to get overwhelmed.” The kids nods their heads in understanding.

You sweep you braided hair to the back before wiping your hands and removing the apron you’ve been wearing the whole day. Underneath is a blue sweater Spencer knitted for you for your fiftieth birthday. You stop in front of his study before knocking softly, “Spence, love, are you decent?” You can hear him hum softly, signalling that you can open the door.

The door reveals him, reading a book in his table, he looks up at you tilting his head in confusion, “Who are you?” You smile patiently, “Spencer, its me, Y/N. Your wife. The kids are outside, they brought the grandchildren with them.” You point to the wedding picture hanged in his office as you walk slowly towards him.

Spencer nods his head as he looks at the picture, before looking back at you, “What kids?” You smile brushing through his hair, “Our kids, Crash. Diana, Morgan, Penny and Jason.” His forehead creases in confusion.

“It’s okay, if you can’t remember them. The kids still want to see you, so is it okay if we go out?” Spencer stares at you for a bit, debating if he should go out. He nods, slowly, making you smile.

“Attaboy.” You help him stand up, looping your arm through his. He smiles softly at you, “The blue sweater brings out your eyes.” You nod before giving his cheeks a kiss. You both walk out of the room.

All the kids quietly watch as you help Spencer sit on the couch and taking a sit next to him, “Peepaw isn’t feeling well. But you can still talk to him, just softly and please introduce yourselves.” The children nods before lining up to give him their thanksgiving cards.

Alzheimer’s. You can still remember the day you both went to the doctor, Spencer was starting to forget about things and it was his worst fear bought to life. It’s been five years since then. He’s stayed with you at home, he usually knows who you are most times. Bad days are the days were he doesn’t know who you are, but at the end of the day, he still whispers an I love you to you even if he doesn’t recall who you are. There are moments in the morning where his eyes are just glossed over with uncertainty and he doesn’t know who you are.

The kids have all offered to take him in a home but you insisted he stayed with you. This was the man you loved since you were seven, this was the man you vowed to love for the rest of your life and you will spend the rest of your life loving him even if there were days that he didn’t even know who you were.

“Meemaw! Can you tell the story of how you met Peepaw again?” You snap out of the trance, realizing that all the kids are looking at you. You turn to Spencer and he looks at you with child like anticipation.

“Okay, I will. But go ask your parents for some sweet tea first okay?” They all nod and rush to the kitchen.

You turn to Spencer, watching his face, “Are you okay?” He nods, a soft smile spreading on his face. Spencer looks exactly the same as when you were thirteen, the same face with a few more wrinkles, more freckles and his eyes showing wisdom beyond his age.

“Yes, I am okay.” He nods, quietly before looking around taking in the living room decorations, “The kids are going to come back soon. I am going to tell the story of how we met when were still children. Is that okay?”

“Yes, its okay.” He reaches for your hands, rubbing his thumb on your hand in circular motions. The gesture so familiar after all the years you’ve been together.

“I love you, Spence. To the moon and to Saturn.” You give his temple a kiss, relishing over the quietness before you hear the distant sound of the kids running back to the living room.

Spencer smiles, and for a moment you see his eyes spark with familiarity, “Mon cœur est à toi.” He brings your hand to his lips, giving it a gentle kiss.

Today was a good Spencer day, you’ll be grateful for that. Tomorrow is uncertain. It may be a bad day or a good day, but with Spencer it’s always a perfect life.

The kids come streaming back to the living room with cups of your sweet tea in their hands. The oldest of the grandchildren, Tony, gives you a glass before handing one to Spencer.

“Okay, are you all ready for the story?” The children answers in various way. You look at Spencer as he nods in anticipation, as if it was the first time he will ever hear this story.

“Well, I met your grandfather when I was seven…”

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Family affairs

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A/N: Thank you, sweetheart! I'm glad you're enjoying the series. This one has a bit of OT7 and I hope you like it too. 💜💜💜

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Other parts:

Namjoon

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

Summary: You'd tried so hard to hide your relationship with Yoongi from your father. You knew when he found you were dating someone from a rival club that he'd kill you. You just didn't think it would be literal.

Trigger warnings: Violence, Filicide, Blood, gun usage.

Yoongi

Mafia! Yoongi

Mafia! BTS

"Yes Daddy," you poke your head through the door to his office with a little knock. Normally you would never bother your father while he was working, but one of your brothers came to your room to let you know he was calling for you.

"Ah, Darling. Yes, have a seat." He stands up from his desk, gesturing to the chair ahead of him. "I need your advice on something."

For a moment you get a flutter in your stomach. He never asks you for anything. Your his pretty princess on a pedestal. And he never involves you in anything that a woman wouldn't have been responsible for in the 1950s.

"Of course," you smile, shifting comfortably.

"I know you're tech-savvy, so maybe you can explain this to me. I had some photos printed, but I think there must be something wrong with the camera. Have a look,"

Reaching into his desk drawer as he speaks he pulls out a stack of A4 photos. As he lays them out your eyes jump straight back up at him. Checking for his reaction, a sharp pang of absolute fear hitting you. They're pictures of you and Yoongi, his arm around you when you were coming out of the Bangtan clubhouse.

"I know the camera has to be faulty, because that" he tapes your image, "looks like you. And I know my one and only daughter wouldn't be socializing with those Bulletproof scum."

"Daddy, I-I," you stutter with no idea what to say.

You thought you were so clever, so careful that there was no way he'd ever find out. Even when Yoongi would worry about you possibly being caught you would shrug it off. Your love was invincible and meant to be, and you were smart. No chance your family would ever know you're with Yoongi, and no way his family would ever know you were from a rival gang. As far as they knew, you were just Y/n Brown, the hairdresser from one district over.

But clearly, you weren't careful or clever enough.

Your stark silence is loud enough for your father and he nods a sombre confirmation. "How long Y/n?" He questions.

"Daddy, I don't-"

"How long?!" He's quick to anger, making you jump.

"A few months," you lie, your eyes dropping to your lap. Telling him it's been closer to 18 months is only going to enrage him further.

Slumping back into his office chair he lets out a heavy sigh.

"You think you raise your kids right. To know loyalty and family." He derides looking at you fiercely. "But then you find out your own daughter will open her legs for any cretin. In complete disregard of everything she should know."

You knew it would be awful if he ever found out, you know he is a terrifying dangerous man, but hearing your father's derogatory comments are harder to take than you ever expected.

"What did you tell them?" He sits forward. His demeanour, his expression going from disappointed father to cold mafioso.

Your mouth going dry, you swallow hard. Shaking your head softly. "Nothing."

"Bullshit!" He yells. "You expect me to believe they just let the daughter of Bastille get all cosy with one of the 7 without you giving up something."

This is so bad. You knew your parents, your brothers, the entire Bastille would disown you for this, but they'll actually kill you if they think you've sold them out.

"No. I didn't tell them anything. None of them knows who I am. Only Yoongi knows. And I didn't tell him shit. You know I wouldn't." You defend yourself trying to reign in your distress.

"Well, there's a lot of things I wouldn't think a daughter of mine could do." His voice is so detached. He's stopped looking at you. This is so so bad.

"Dad. I didn't say anything." You restate, fighting to convince him. Feeling like you're trying to prove the case for your own life. "I know the rules. Don't talk to anyone. Not cops. Not friends or enemies." You repeat the words that had been drilled in your entire childhood. You knew nothing, you saw nothing. Those are the rules.

"I don't believe you." He says bitterly.

Your hands are trembling, you're panting heavily. You know being with a rival club member is a stupid thing, but the clubs are in a truce.  And despite your father's opinion, you would never be so stupid as to actually say anything. And Yoongi would never let you, even if you decided to. You did one thing wrong, but you made sure you did everything else right.

Leaning back, he opens his phone book. Searching for a number.

"Dad," You plead for his attention. Raising the phone to his ear he shushes you, placing a finger over his mouth.

You have no idea what to do. You've seen him decimate people for so much less than what he's accusing you of. You don't know how to prove your innocence.

The call answers and you can hear a distant 'hello'.  Putting the phone on speaker he puts the receiver down.

"Warren L/n here. I believe I have something of yours," he says.

"What are you talking about?" You inhale a staggered breath, hearing the familiar gruff voice of Kim Namjoon.

Your dad's plan was simple. If you were telling the truth about Bangtan not knowing who you were, their leader would be confused and concerned that you were with the leader of Bastille. But if they knew who you were, this would be a much more straightforward issue. Namjoon would understand right away why he was calling.

And if you were lying about one thing, he could assume you were lying about more.

"Say hello Y/n." Your dad prompts, his look daring you to refuse.

"Hi," You squeak, nervously chewing the inside of your cheek. Your own safety aside, Namjoon was going to kill Yoongi.

There's a brief pause. The background noise on Namjoon's side disappearing. "Kidnapping women? I didn't realise you were handling that personally now."

"Who said kidnap?" he leads the conversation.

"Then maybe you want to explain what one of our girls is doing with you?" Namjoon growls, sounding protective.

That was enough confirmation for your father. The leader didn't know what was going on. But he was about to.

On Namjoons side of the line, he was pacing back and forth in a closed meeting room at the entrance of the clubhouse. Your father was revealing the secret that you and Yoongi had fought so hard to keep.

The phone call ending, Namjoon was in a rage. Marching across the bar he stormed at the table with other members around it. His maddened expression drawing Yoongi's attention. But the older member didn't have any reason to think this fury was directed at him and so he doesn't react quick enough as Namjoon punches him in the face, knocking him from his chair.

The other boys instantly becoming alert, Jungkook jumps to Namjoons side holding his arm out in front of him, looking ready to intervene. Jimin standing between the floored Yoongi and the enraged leader.

"Hyung, what the hell ar-" Jimin snaps.

"You fucking idiot! Bastille's daughter?!" he roars trying to push through Jimin. Jungkook stepping in to help keep him at bay.

Climbing back to his feet, nursing a split lip, Yoongi's eyes go wide. Completely caught off guard by Namjoon's revelation. "How did you-" he gapes.

"Everything she's seen, everything she knows! Do you have any idea how much you've exposed this club?" He lunges again, bowling the mediating members out of the way. Diving through Yoongi, the two men trade blows as they scuffle on the floor.

The scene quickly gets out of hand, and as Yoongi throws Namjoon through a table, Jin and Hoseok come from a backroom to step in also. The four of them now working to pry the two battling men apart. Jimin and Hoseok holding back Yoongi. The oldest and youngest members trying to keep Namjoon at bay.

"Enough!" Jin scolds with a firm shove to Namjoon's chest. "Someone explain what the hell is going on!"

"Just Suga thinking with his dick, instead of his brain." Namjoon spits.

Shirking off the boys, Yoongi barges forward infuriated by the provocative comment. War breaking out again with a solid hit at Namjoon, a gash opening over his eye. Another difficult struggle beginning for the members, grappling and clawing them apart. Having to fully restrain them to have them stop. Being held as they bleed.

Grabbing both of them by the collar, Jin demands their focus. "The next man who throws a punch leaves here with a bullet in his leg!" He growls. "Am I clear?!" His fist tightens, stiffening their necklines.

"Yes,"

"Yes, Hyung."

The two of them conceded, their energy dropping as their eldest releases them. "Good. Now sit down so we can talk this shit out."

It takes several minutes and a round of drinks, but the room calms down enough for the members to sit down. They send the few 2nd levels out and the 95's girlfriends. The bar remaining with only the 7 original members. Taehyung coming back just as the disclosure began.

Namjoon starts, passing along the information your father had given him. The 6 of them all sharing disappointed, worried or angry glances towards Yoongi.

"She wouldn't have said anything." Yoongi insists, after explaining his side also. Trying to defend his decision. To defend you.

"You can't know that," Jimin argues, flumping back in his seat. Taking a sip with a pissed-off scowl on his face.

"Yeah, we've all been pussy blinded before. You're not thinking clearly." Jungkook snips.

"Maknae-" Yoongi warns. Getting tired of the disrespect that keeps getting thrown his way.

"Hey, watch it." Jin interrupts, correcting Jungkook's blunt attitude. The youngest shrugging, downing the last of his drink.

"Look, if she was giving information to L/n, then why would he call to tell you that he knows." Yoongi disputes. Hoping to bring reason back into the debate.

"He wants to trade. The latest shipment of horse for Y/n." Namjoon answers with a frustrated scoff and a roll of his eyes.

"That's close to 500 K. That's not happening," Hoseok jumps in. The rest of them firmly nodding in agreement.

"Okay, but if that's the case. If he's trying to sell her off, that means she's not working with him. Right?" Taehyung backs Yoongi's point.

"Idiot," Jimin shoves his friend, "It could be a part of the plan. A way to rip us off for half a million."

"Or it could be a set-up," Namjoon adds. "Let's say Hyung's right, and she isn't working with her old man. If we're willing to sit down, if we try to buy her back, it confirms that she knows enough that we're concerned about it."

"I'm telling you, she doesn't know anything. She didn't want to know anything. And even if she did, she's not gonna give it up." Again Yoongi vehemently defends you.

"Well if she doesn't give him anything then L/n kills her." Namjoon finalizes. "To hurt the club, and as retribution for her betrayal."

"What I don't understand is why you would let her go back? If you trust her and you know how ruthless Bastille is, why would you let her keep going back to him?" Jin asks, genuinely baffled.

Standing up Yoongi can't take anymore. He's furious. He's upset. At himself most of all. Feeling to blame for allowing you to be in this situation, he leaves in anger. Needing some time to himself to think.

"I don't know, she seemed pretty cool," Taehyung mutters, leaning into Namjoon. "You don't really think he would kill his own daughter, right?"

It's been 2 days and you've been locked in an empty storage shed at the edge of the property like a captive. Your father turned your world upside down looking for information. His people went through your computer, your phone, your car, your room. Everything that was yours he and his men had raided. And just like you said, there was nothing there. No information about Bastille, and nothing about Bangtan.

"Suga. I'm guessing that's Min Yoongi? Unless you're cheating on him." Your dad muses holding up your phone. That is so humiliating. So many nudes and dirty texts are in that chat. There may not be revealing information, but there was still plenty of personal stuff.

"You know Darling, I don't like to admit when I am wrong, but it looks like you were telling the truth. I can't find any proof that you gave up any family details." He smiles softly, your heart lifting with relief for a moment. "But then I was looking through your camera roll and, in the pictures where you actually have clothes on, it's just full of Bangtan." He comes further into the empty shed, leaning on the wall alongside you. Showing you the screen as he scrolls through. The only entrance being blocked by one of his more grizzly looking men. "See here, there's you and a bunch of them at a restaurant. There's you and the leader. You and the crazy one. Here's a family-style photo, isn't that nice."

He keeps scrolling through shot after shot, exhibiting an entire album full of Bangtan family pictures.

"I'm sure you never expected anyone else to see these. I guess I should have been teaching you not to put the same password for multiple devices." He scoffs. "But the interesting thing, when I'm going through these photos you seem to be really close with all of them. Some of these even go back to last year. Which makes the timeline you gave me a little off."

He shows the details of one of the pictures to you, the time stamp from when you had already been with Yoongi for 6 months.

"This one is from May 2nd. Last year. On the 10th those bastards stole one of my shipping containers. With nearly 100 grand worth of merchandise. Did you know about that?"

"You mean people." You sneer, his characterization of human trafficking as 'merchandise' making your skin crawl.

"So you did know." He smiles coldly.

"I found out- I knew after," you justify. Even as you continue to defend yourself, you have a sick feeling that it's all for nothing.

"I'm really curious what else you know." He hums, walking around the front of you to get back into your eye line.

"I don't know anything," you tell him for the 1000th time with an exasperated shake of your head. Moving away to the far side of the shed.

"Darling, I'm your father and I'm telling you we need to reconcile this. Your mother is worried sick. I'm here losing sleep over this. I'm giving you a chance to repay all the damage you've done. A chance to forget all this. You tell me everything you know about Bangtan, and just like that," he snaps his fingers, "you get to return to your comfortable life."

You don't trust his change in tone or his promises for a minute. You may not have known the darkest parts of who he is, but that's how you can be sure that his offer to forgive and forget is rubbish. Not even the father in him would let you forget a mistake. Especially one this major, not with the way he is reacting. And he's so much more brutal when it comes to Bastille.

"And if I don't?"

"Then you've betrayed your family. And we'll find out what we want to know in other ways." he taps the back of his hand in the other, symbolizing a beat down.

You shake your head hard. You might love your dad. But you don't like him. You've known for most of your life that he was a bad guy. And Yoongi, Bangtan, they might not be the good guys, but they've been the family you've always wanted. There is no way you were telling him even the most insignificant detail.

"Hit me all you want dad, I still don't know anything." You snarl.

"I could never hit my own daughter." He taps his heart, a feigned pained expression on his face. Nodding his head in your direction, he trades places with his man who advances on you.

Breathing hard you step back only to hit the wall.

The tall, square-built man swings. The back of his hand slapping your cheek, the force so strong that it smacks you into the corner sidewall. His hand, like a vice, grabs ahold of your head and mightily slams it into the steel beam running down the sheet metal wall. Pushing your hands against his chest, you weakly attempt to fend him off, but he ends your efforts with another solid wack against the frame.

As blood streams down your head, his focus switches. The majority of his attacks landing on your torso.

With you curled up on the floor, wheezing and gasping for breath, the assault finally stops. But not out of mercy. Even through the ringing in your ears, you can hear the outburst of gunfire in the distance.

Both your dad and his man rush out, leaving you locked away. While it's for an equally terrifying reason, you're thankful to have this time to catch your breath. Although every laborious intake brings agony.

After some time, light floods back into the room, your father standing in the doorway outlined by the setting sun. "I'm sorry Darling. If I had to do this, I hoped it would be a bit more ceremonious. But we don't have the time for that now."

You gasp at him raising his gun at you. He shoots three times. One in your chest, one in your shoulder and one in your stomach.

The shock, the impact takes the breath from you. And you can't draw it back in. Your eyes glassing over, your head filled with nothing but white noise. Feeling a fleeting moment of relief as everything goes quiet and dark.

"Fuck. No!" Yoongi howls. He, Jin and two 2nd ranks had chased after your father as he fled.

Bangtan's siege on his property was highly successful till that point, and he had run downhill to the storage garage. Looking to make a getaway.

The other's continue after him as Yoongi stumbles into you. His steely outer shell crumbling away the moment he sees your body limp and bleeding out.

Falling beside you he leans over shaking and in tears. Kissing your lips gently with heartfelt pleas "I'm sorry Y/n. I'm so sorry. Please don't do this. Please."

Jin doubles back, watching distraught from the entrance as his brother falls apart.

Lifting your head up, Yoongi brings your forehead to his. The movement making you splutter blood. The first sign of life that either of the men had seen.

"Holy fuck, she's alive." Jin gawks, jumping in beside Yoongi pressing on the hole in your stomach. The bullet in your shoulder and chest had both hit bone, stopping the slug from going through, blocking the wounds from severe blood loss. The bullet in your torso shot through your bowls and thankfully not through your vital organs. Meaning your chances of survival were much higher. It was either 3 highly unlucky shots or three precisely placed ones.

"I'm so sorry Y/n." Yoongi's in shock. Devastated and guilt-ridden, and unable to make himself function.

"Dude, get your shit together or she's not gonna make it." Jin smacks the side of his brothers head, snapping him out of his grief-stricken daze.

"Can you save her?" He asks rubbing the tears from his eyes.

"Not a chance. But I can keep her alive for a minute until we get to the clubhouse. Call the doc, tell him to meet us there." Jin orders, having much more clarity at this moment. "And get the boys to bring the car around. We're going to need a few of us to move her."

Yoongi follows Jin's lead, wiping the blood from his hands onto his pants to dial.

"Think of it this way," Jin smiles shortly, trying to soothe Yoongi's fear and panic with an ill-timed joke. "If she survives, at least she'll have proved she's Bangtan."

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