#They were born from a conversation and I just wanted to see em

[bejeweledblondie]

Captain John Price Headcannons

A/N: these are as realistic as I can make ‘em about to be, all of the headcannons I have are inspired by my personal experiences living on a military base & the experiences I’ve had with foreign military (even the Brits, playing cards against humanity with them was interesting)

Captain John Price x F! Reader

• You & Price met through Laswell, you were her intern turned assistant you had gone to college for international relations

• Your intelligence sparked his interest, Laswell had to do a whole presentation on their Task Force should interact with the women in some of the countries they completed missions in

• He was fully attentive & took notes the entire time

• When Price had asked you to dinner it took you by surprise initially, you were oblivious to his small gestures

• He’d bring you coffee, always visit you at least once a day, & would offer to carry your bag into the office

• He took you to a nice little Italian restaurant

• He opened the car door, made you walk on the inside of the street, pulled you chair out etc.

• His parents & grandparents raised him to be a proper gentleman

• He ordered the nicest wine for the both of you

• Afterwards, you guys walked around & just chatted, the conversation flowed beautifully

• When he drove you home he walked you to your door & you kissed him goodnight, once you closed the door he had a shit eating grin

• That following Monday a giant bouquet of roses sitting on your desk with a sweet note from him

• He’s so sweet on you, a true gentleman

•He found out how much you loved dogs & gifted you a golden retriever puppy

• You cried when he gifted the puppy to you

• After a year & a half of being together he proposed to you

• He used the Diamond from his grandmothers ring as your center stone, & he spent months with a jeweler custom making

• Laswell knew the entire time while he was planning the proposal & the ring

• Your wedding was a winter one the week after Christmas so everyone was able to take leave

• Soap, Simon, & other men he had served with were all part of the Saber exit you had at the end of your ceremony

• Soap was the one who cheekily tapped your behind with his saber to “properly” welcome you into the military

• “Mrs. Captain Jonathan Price, welcome to His Majesty’s Army”

• You guys opted for a nice cottage near post because on post housing absolutely sucks

• Shortly after you two had moved in, you had found out you were pregnant

• It terrified you initially & you came up with a creative way to tell John

• You picked up some Army themed baby onesies at the on post NAAFI (the British equivalent of the U.S. Militaries Post Exchange)

• You told him once he got home he had a gift waiting for him & he initially looked confused at the baby onesies, then it clicked

• The both of you decided to hold off on telling everyone until you were far enough long & starting to show

• You both decided to wait to find out the gender

• He treats you like a China doll while you’re pregnant (along with everyone else)

• You’d wake up to him talking to your stomach, he’d tell your baby all about his day

• In office surprise baby shower happened & everyone went ham with the gift buying

• An emergency hostage rescue operation came across Laswell’s desk the week you were due

• You sobbed into him when he told you, he absolutely hated seeing you this sad

• Like clockwork the night he was already mid-mission, once he got back Laswell informed him you were in full blown labor

• John was crushed, one of the nurses held your phone up so he could at least watch his baby being born on screen

• He broke down once he heard the cries of their infant coming into world

• It was a boy, you decided to name him John as well both after his father & grandfather

• He met you in the hospital 12 hours later still in his gear

• As soon as he possibly could this man brought y’all’s son to work

• Laswell was all over him, constantly wanting to hold him

• You do own Tactical Baby Gear with “Price” plastered all over it

• I don’t think you’d return to work after having your first kid tbh… it would’ve been too stressful with Price’s job

• You two definitely have more children, two boys & one girl

• Price 100% coaches your sons soccer (or if you’re not American; football) team

• Your little girl has him wrapped around her finger (along with her “uncles)

• He would sport a tiara & boa for her tea parties (any “uncle” that came over would too)

• He brought his daughter & her little friends to the Eras Tour (he had a blast btw)

• I think your two sons would join the army to follow in their father’s footsteps

• He was so proud when they graduated from Basic Training

• Price on the battlefield is a hardened man but as soon as he walked into your home his hard exterior dropped & he’d go full on domestic he truly loves you & the life you two had built

✨NSFW✨

• Price was the one who had been your first, due to the fact you focused more on school & your studies you hadn’t been with anyone else

• He wears that like a badge of honor, knowing he was the first & only one to show you how you should be treated in bed

• somewhat discreet office sex

• you’d like out a whimper or a moan & he’d whisper “mmmm you gotta be quiet sweetheart, you don’t want anyone to walk in hmmm”

• you have sucked him off while he’d been on calls in his own office

• he smokes cigars while you ride him in your backyard’s hot tub

• you’re a moaning mess on his cock & he’s just taking in the view of you bouncing up & down on him

• he’s 100% an ass man

• has a HUGE corruption kink, & loves being called “daddy” or “captain”

• he has a collection of nude Polaroids of you hidden in his bucket hat, Soap accidentally found one that had fallen out & Price immediately ripped it from his hands

• He definitely bought you sex toys before he leaves for deployment

• you two go at it like rabbits when he comes home (makes sense how y’all have three kids)

• you gave him a blow job after he was honored at a military ball in the bathroom, as a thank you for his service 😏

• People assume you two are vanilla & bland in the bedroom as oatmeal but boy looks can be deceiving

[lightlycareless]

Omg the toji threesome fic is just...wtf there's no other worlds to describe it it's wtf in a good way omg what if she gets pregnant? What if it's not naoya's?! WHAT WILL TOJI FJCKING SAY?! GET RID OF IT?! GIVE BIRTH AND GIVE IT TO ME?! WHAT WILL NAOYA DO?! OMGGGGG PLEASE MAKE A FIC ABOUT THE AFTERMATH AHHHH!!!!! if you want baby no pressure <3

Hello! :>

I don't know if you saw my sneak peak, but I ended up writing a sequel to this heheh I'm so glad you liked it!!

Ngl, I wasn't planning on writing more of it, but then I saw this ask and... you know, I just had to do it to 'em.

Anyways I won't say anything more; except for the warnings: mentions of infidelity. mentions of smut (the word cunt is used) angst I believe. it's sad at the end, or I try to make it sad lol. Mentions of pregnancy. Also, I am no expert relating to pregnancy matters so take it with a grain of salt and lots of plot convenience 😅.

Happy reading!!

sequel to this.

Toji’s not to disclose if you or Naoya came back for a repeat of that night’s succession, though he will admit your pregnancy was not surprising.

It’s not like he could run away from it either, for as soon as news graced the elders’ ears, it’s all the estate spoke of.

From enthusiasm to welcome the next generation of Zen’in sorcerers, to the ever-growing hope of recovering their prized cursed technique, which has been absent for hundreds of years…

Expectations for this child were at an all-time high.

But to you and Naoya, all you could care about was the blessing this baby represented.

A family.

The pinnacle of all their yearnings, the fruits of their never-ending efforts finally appearing as the positive pregnancy test you took one morning after feeling particularly nauseous…

Or Toji’s, perhaps.

Toji initially didn’t think much of the “shocking” announcement. Not even after his behavior that night—they were just heat of the moment things, nothing that he meant nor really cared about, simply said to get a rise out of Naoya; and oh, was his reaction satisfying.

In other words, he really, genuinely, couldn’t care less about what the wimpy heir and his ditzy wife were to face from that point forward.

But when their behavior towards him, the engaging conversations, invitations to drink tea, amongst other activities, drastically ceased, to the point of them turning on their heel and going the opposite way when bumping into him…

It didn’t take long for the pieces to fall into place, and when the puzzle was complete, Toji could only laugh.

It’s like an open secret, albeit solely for those involved.

The baby inside you wasn’t Naoya’s.

It was Toji’s.

And this filled him with morbid fascination no other high had been able to provide.

To know that the baby everyone was praising as the future of the Zen’in, a promising sorcerer, as expected of the heir, was the ultimate irony, the exact anti-thesis of all they once declared of Toji.

He was very tempted to let everyone know.

Proudly announce the truth to the world, screaming to the top of his lungs that that baby isn’t Naoya’s, it’s mine.

The scandal this revelation would bring was nothing short of earth-shattering, and more likely than not, the elders wouldn’t even know where to start from. Although your infidelity could be a good reference.

Followed by the fact that no matter how much they try to get rid of him, he’ll always find a way to haunt them—like a ghost shackled to the estate walls, Toji would always remain in the back of their minds, unsettling them whenever they did as much as breathe.

Although for this to work, he’d have to wait until the child was born, officiated as son of Naoya, before he could do any true damage.

To see the kind of face the Zen’in would make upon finding out the truth… is one that makes his prolonged stay all but worthwhile.

As well as knowing your reaction towards the whole ordeal—if you’ve even been able to sleep knowing well that your life was on the line by carrying such a frightening secret in your womb.

Considering the way you frequently sought him out during those lonely nights where your husband would be away for long periods of time, this probably didn’t perturb you as much. After all, what did you expect after receiving his seed as constantly as you did? That nothing would happen? No consequences to be suffered?

You were many things, but he never thought you as delusional.

Or perhaps, you were hoping for this. To have his child. He’d come to believe so after the tight way your cunt squeezed him.

Well, that would only make him the delusional one.

Either way, he suspects that while your secret might’ve prickled the back of your mind from time to time, it didn’t bother you as much as he hoped—not with the way your staff coddled your every move, how the clan would gift you expensive items to celebrate the future head of the clan, per tradition, or how happy you appeared to be with your growing bump, gently caressing it and beaming while confessing oh how much you longed to finally hold your baby.

It irked him.

To see that even through this deceit, you were still blissful.

It was undeserving. Wrong.

At least to the man who has been sentenced to nothing but pain and disgrace since the moment he was born, that’s how it was.

Because it was impossible for him to grasp the innocence of others—To accept that some were just simply… with better luck. Free to live as they desired, and without having to pay for the prejudice of others.

Toji, now more than ever, felt that he was being used. Plucked from his misery, toyed with, and discarded once dried out of his benefits.

Thus, his motivation to ruin your and Naoya’s happiness became as palpable as ever—hastily making his way towards you once catching you by one of the many gardens, intending to remind you of the power he had, how easily it would be for him to plant the seed of doubt amongst the staff, let it flourish up to the elders, and ruin your and Naoya’s life forever.

Unless your anguished face was to stop him.

It was abrupt, happening in less than a second, yet enough for him to understand it wasn’t because you were upset by some redundant folly, but rather, of pain.

With one of your hands rushing up to your stomach while the other to your back, it was as if the weight of your baby had suddenly become too much to handle; you’d then anxiously looked for a chance to sit down, frowning when realizing the only option was the strenuous engawa in front of you…

Before freezing, face quickly void of any color, when seeing Toji abruptly standing by your side, with mysterious intentions you were not interested in finding out.

“Toji, you— You breathe as you do your best to walk away from him, just for him to keep up with you. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Gee, that’s the thanks I get for getting you pregnant?” he sneers. “Never thought you to be as prejudiced as the rest—”

“What—what is wrong with you?!” you condemned, snatching your arm from his grasp. “How dare you?! Don’t you ever say something like ever aga—ah!”

“Y/N.” Toji’s eyes widen when he sees you lean forward, wrapping your arms around your stomach as you hiss and cuss, while tightly closing your eyes in what he recognizes strenuous pain. “What is happening?! Are you—”

No.

Could it be? And so soon?!

”Are you having the baby??”

“What? N—No—!” you whimper, squeezing tears out of the corners of your eyes. “It’s just—it’s just this pain that comes and goes sometimes—I—I need to sit down—”

Toji doesn’t hesitate to help you onto the engawa by firmly, yet gently, holding your arms and lowering you down to the wooden floor. You didn’t plan on accepting his help at first, but when a sharp pain reminds you that you couldn’t really pick and choose in this situation, you end up agreeing.

Once seated, Toji concludes this was much better off in the hands of a staff member, or even a doctor if he could somehow manage to do that, so he quickly stands up and turns towards the hallways—but the moment you see him take as little as a step away from you, your hands fly to grab his sleeve, stopping him on his tracks before looking up to him with the most pitiable look on your face.

“Stay.” You breathe, swallowing. “Please.”

And whether because of your pleading, teary eyes, or because it had been so long since he’d basked in your warm company, Toji obliges, soon taking the spot besides you as your hand now securely gripped his, with such an unprecedented force that has him both amused and concerned by your pain, while offering whatever little comfort he could with his touch.

It’s in these quiet yet tense moments that he finally gets to see the certainty of your situation.

While you expected to happily enjoy your future life as a mother, relish on the compliments of those around you, the praises of your in-laws, and the company and support of your husband…

Reality had been nothing short of deviant from your dreams—starting from the high risk your pregnancy was labeled as…

To the haunting consequences of your past actions.

“Are you sure this is normal?” Toji asks, seeing that your pain was not subsiding. “I think you need help—”

“No shit, Toji!” you gasp, he raises an eyebrow. “I mean—I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize, princess. It’s nothing I’m not used to already.”

“… is that—is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“No. Not really.” He snickers, a smile that’s quickly wiped off his mouth when hearing you hiss. “But I’ve seen it work with others, so why not give it a shot?”

“I’m not—I’m not going to do that.” You huffed. “I—I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“But you’d ignore me?”

“If you’re here to scold me, this is not the right time.” You hiss again, feeling a sharp pain attack your lower back, making you press your lips and whine.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to do something? Bring you something to drink—or… something?”

“Yes, but—but it’s not like you can help me anyways.”  You confess, he frowns.

“What? Why? How hard is it to get something for you to take?” he scoffs.

“They don’t want me to—they say—they say it might hurt the baby.”

Toji blinks.

“And so, what? They’re just going to leave you to suffer?”

You don’t respond.

He sighs. Toji should’ve known better.

“Where does it hurt?”

“My—my back and stomach” you breathe, another sharp bolt of pain on those places precisely, making you hold his hand even tighter, once again, he’s surprised someone like you could even dent his skin. “And no matter what I do—nothing helps! Not even that stupid warm bath, or the massages Junko-san told me to do—”

The desperation for failed solutions after failed solutions is clear in your voice, a consistency that effectively shows your growing frustration at being reminded again and again that not even when carrying the future of the Zen’in, are you respected as a person.

It’s always the needs of others first, the beliefs of the rest—only this time around it was your baby, although through the twisted words of your in-laws.

“I’m so, so tired of feeling exhausted, I just want to—”

“Let me try.” Toji interrupts, offering a solution that initially catches you by surprise, a part of your mind urging you to decline and get away as far as possible, the dangers his closeness could give are far bigger than you’re willing to put up with—

Yet, another part of you is telling you to allow him, if only for a moment, to help you.

To enjoy his company, something you’ve been unjustifiably deprived of.

Something you should’ve had now more than ever due to your pregnancy, but for many painful reasons, you didn’t.

But just because you wanted it, does it mean you should?

…

…

…

It wouldn’t be the first time you succumbed to these desires.

Thus, the decision is made when freeing his hand and gesturing to him to proceed with a nod. Toji then places his hands over your shoulders, firmly pressing his fingertips against them before beginning to ease the tensions and stresses away from your body through circular motions.

Had you known of Toji’s talent, you would’ve asked for massages more than anything else from him—for the way he carefully worked over your knots, starting from your neck and shoulders, down to your spine and to your lower back… it was simply amazing.

And for a moment, it’s like you’ve forgotten the strained relationship you had with him in favor of wondering where he even learned to do something like that.

“Oh my god—” you sigh, shoulders relaxing as Toji continues to massage you. “This is so much better…”

“Well, know you can always count on me to make you feel better, right?” He teases, your satisfaction dwindles for a moment with a frown. “It’s just a joke.”

“It’s not the time for jokes.” You respond. “but at least my back doesn’t hurt anymore….”

“That’s the reason why you’re so tense— it’s because you can’t take a joke.” Toji adds, as if he were finding out how much he could push it before you snapped. So much for his concern… or perhaps it was his way to lighten up your mood?

“Yeah, how horrible of me—it’s not like I’m carrying a baby.” You chided, and once again, his arrogance is smacked out of him.

After a moment of silence and brief repentance, Toji speaks.

“How did Naoya take it?”

“…I don’t want to talk about that.”

It went bad. If not horrible.

Naoya was excited at first, over the moon to know that he was finally to be a father after all their attempts.

But when doubts began to plague his mind, eventually leading to the DNA test… his absence was the clear indication of his feelings.

However,  if his reaction hurt you and your marriage so badly, then why did you keep the—

“I always wanted a family.” You say, succumbing to one of the many questions you rightfully assumed Toji to have. “From the moment I married, no, even before that, I knew that’s what I wanted in life. To have a little girl, or boy, that I could endlessly dote and spoil on… And once I got with Naoya, realizing he too shared my dream, I literally felt it was only a matter of weeks before we’d have our own family.

But, when we began to try, and try, and try… what I once felt just by my fingertips was slowly transforming into an impossible dream.

People say that these things happen unexpectedly, just when you need them the most.

… and I wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt. Remain hopeful and believe that the gods had other plans for me in the meantime. But… the two of us knew it. There was something wrong, and we didn’t know what—

Or more like we didn’t want to know.

Naoya couldn’t even consider himself as the possible cause. And I… I also didn’t want to believe I was the obstacle between me and my dreams.

And then, you came along.

I guess it’s the weight of our actions that eventually made Naoya… hesitant for the baby.

We always knew that it was yours, it’s just that maybe… maybe we hoped it wasn’t. We so desperately wanted to believe the baby was his, ours, and not fruit of something we perhaps should’ve never done.”

Feeling both confused and slightly angered, Toji scowls.

“I can understand one thing—I was used. Fine, whatever. Nothing new. But the rest? If it was such a big issue your marriage, then why did you keep the baby? Surely Naoya considered getting an aborti—”

“Because I wanted to keep the baby.” You confess. “I was growing so desperate and lonely—to be married and yet be as isolated as I’ve never felt before, what was I supposed to do?! In a house full of people… do you even know how that feels?!”

“Like you wouldn’t imagine.”

Your eyes widen, and soon, a crushing wave of regret inundates your mind.

“I’m sorry.” You murmur, Toji sighs. “I didn’t mean to.”

“You’re just stressed.” He concludes. “Pregnancy stuff, I guess.”

“…I want my husband, here, with me.” You quietly admit. “I don’t want him to work anymore, spend days and weeks far away. But instead, he’s out there, angry with me and the baby…”

“He’ll come around.” Toji doesn’t know why he said that, only that he had to. You frown.

“How do you even know that? How do you know he won’t divorce me—or worse, cheat on me?”

“Do you hear yourself?” he scoffs, partially holding back his laughter. “Do you actually believe he’d be capable of cheating on you?”

A woman as special as you?

“Everyone else did at one point.” You remind him, he rolls his eyes. “Well, what else am I supposed to think after his absence?! He doesn’t even love me anymore for all I care!”

“That’s stupid.”

“Maybe for you it is.” You cry, tears begin to pool in your eyes. “It’s just a matter of time before he files for divorce and leaves me for someone else! Someone that can give him children of his own! Oh, I should’ve never allowed—"

“Naoya isn’t going to divorce you because I’ve seen how he treats you.” Toji interrupts, hurt by your blatant disregard of him, and yet, something about seeing you so distressed like this, heartbroken, makes him want to console you even more. “He could’ve divorced you the moment he saw the results, but he didn’t. Have you thought about that?”

“Perhaps he’s waiting for the right moment to humiliate me before his family—”

“Naoya loves you.” Toji says, and the words hurt him more than he anticipated. But… why? “I’ve known the kid since he was born—I’ve seen how he treats the people he doesn’t care about. And you’re nothing like that, not even close. So no, he won’t humiliate you.”

“And what makes you think that?”

Toji goes silent.

He’s acting as if he doesn’t know why he’s out here insisting so much on comforting you. And honestly? It made sense, for just a few hours ago he couldn’t care less any for a woman that played with two men and now had to pay the consequences—

But the truth wasn’t as cryptic as he liked to believe. All that he needed to do was dive a little deeper into his own thoughts and he’d soon find out why, as clear as day, he was fighting so hard to make you feel better.

And it all started the moment he accepted one crucial detail:

You were the mother of his child, his firstborn, and so… it unknowingly evoked a sense of protection towards you, deep underneath the layers of his disbelief and mockery…

Or more like further developed.

Since the first night the two spent together without Naoya, or perhaps even before, there was something brewing inside him, slowly, but surely. The first foundations of the feelings that would only flourish the night he had you alone, completely for himself.

In those moments of solitude, Toji liked to imagine that you were his wife; accompanying him underneath the covers, seeking his embrace, his touch, while telling him of your tedious day and how you so desperately looked forward to seeing him again—

And not Naoya.

The possibility of coming home to a warm bed, with a wife that treated him like an actual person, not a stain in the long history of the clan, contrary to the cold, empty room he has been condemned to since birth… is something he didn’t know he wanted, until you stumbled onto his path.

To be able to seek your figure whenever walking across the estate, hoping to catch you just around the corner, gossiping with your ladies about whatever it is that you liked to talk about with them, before you notice him by the corner of your eyes, lifting your gaze and seeing the lovely way your eyes would brighten at his presence—

A wide smile adorning your face, cheeks quickly turning red as you shyly dismiss your staff in favor of receiving him. Running to him to tightly embrace him, subsequently standing on your tip toes to land a kiss on his lips before murmuring the sweetest welcome home and tending to him.

And eventually… getting to hear your moving cries upon learning you’re expecting a baby. After many weeks of trying, both their efforts are finally met with the most beautiful reward life could give, letting your imagination run wild with all the things you wanted to do as a future mother—and yet, you’d still find a way to reassure him that he’d be a good dad.

That the disgrace of the Zen’in, the wretched man no one deemed respectable, less capable of harboring love, was still capable of being a good father. A caring husband.

…

But this was nothing but a silly desire of his, a response to the horrible things he’s endured.

…Perhaps if things had been different, had he been born as literally anyone else but himself… or maybe even met you under different circumstances, his life would’ve been completely different.

One with you, hopefully.

“Toji!” you suddenly gasp, startling him and concernedly looking at you.

“What is it now?” he frowns.

“The baby.” You say, which does nothing to ease his worries. “It’s—”

“It’s what? What’s happening??”

“The baby is kicking.” You reveal, swiftly taking his hand and placing it over your round stomach and onto the area you feel their kicks to be. “I can’t—I can’t believe it, look!”

“What do you mean they’re—”

Toji’s eyes widen.

A kick.

And another. And another one.

You weren’t lying, the baby was kicking.

And unbeknownst to him, this was their first time doing it too.

“Can you feel that?” you say, and all past worries were now replaced with excitement and overwhelming happiness for this special moment. “The baby is finally kicking!”

“I… can.” He demurs, trying his best to comprehend what was happening just beneath his palm, before noting the peculiarity of your sentence. “What do you mean finally?”

“It’s the first time he does it.” You reveal. “It’s supposed to happen around this time, but I didn’t know when, of course. I guess… now’s the day.”

“That means…”

Naoya didn’t get the privilege of feeling the baby’s first kicks.

No.

Not any baby.

His baby.

And now that this truth settled in his mind, it quickly became the sweetest moment he had ever experienced in his life. Something he wishes to preserve for all eternity…

Just after dealing with the enormous sense of guilt and shame settling in his heart.

For how could he ever consider bestowing the same fate as his to this innocent child, just to get a rise of the family that wronged him? Towards someone whom he hasn’t even met… simply because he couldn’t deal with his own emotions?

Just when did he turn so despicable? Embracing the kind of malice as his clan?

He should be ashamed to even be beside you.

“It’s a boy.” You say, abruptly cutting through his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“The baby—it’s a boy.” You repeat. “We’re having a boy.”

Toji doesn’t know why, nor thought it possible, but the news somehow makes him feel even happier.

“A boy.” He repeats. “A son.”

“We haven’t decided a name yet” you confess. “I was thinking something in honor of Naoya, continue the tradition like him and his father.”

“Why not something for you?” Toji suggests instead; his concern might be disguised in favor of your emotions (and partially, he was) but it was mainly the distaste of having Naoya’s, or technically Noabito’s, name anywhere near him.

But he wasn’t going to tell you that, obviously.

“After the way he’s acting, you deserve that much.”

You press your lips together before lightly chuckling, finding some truth behind his words.

“I guess so… but then, which name?” you ponder, frowning as you go deep into thought, yet nothing seems to arise for the occasion, certainly not when you’ve done nothing but consider names with the same kanji as your husband whenever touching the subject.

Thinking you needed more time to consider, or perhaps needing to admit there was nothing else you wanted but honor your husband, you accept defeat with a sigh.

“I don’t know, Toji. Maybe I should just name him after Nao—”

“Megumi.”

“What?”

“Megumi. Blessing.” Toji explains. “I thought it’d be fitting with what you told me.”

“That’s… very straight forward.” You say after a few seconds of quiet consideration, “Unusual, since it’s mostly used as a girl’s name, and I don’t know if the elders would approve—”

“Look, if it’s that much of a problem you don’t have to use—” Never one to happily accept rejection, Toji quickly feels both embarrassed and frustrated by you, which he does not hesitate to let you know.

Only to be surprised yet again.

“But also, very sweet.” You smile, briefly looking up to him before glancing back to your stomach and onto your hand resting on top of his.

He blinks, perplexed by your sudden admittance—and such, all he can do is stare at you while you keep pouring your heart out.

“Even with the things I had to endure to have him here… he’s still my blessing, and I wouldn’t want him any other way.”

At your declaration, Toji is pushed down onto another turmoil of emotions.

It shouldn’t be that hard to conclude this is something he should isolate himself from.

Remember that he isn’t part of this marriage, no matter if he had permission of the other two involved, or how much he tries to convince himself—Understand that his blood means nothing, both inside and outside the clan, and that’s how it’ll always be.

But when your hand gently squeezes his for a moment, thumbs caressing his knuckles as you let him know your pains are slowly disappearing and how grateful you are for his help—all his worries are quickly discarded, allowing him to once again imagine live out this faux reality a bit longer.  

A happiness that comes from the notion of being your husband, simply enjoying a quiet afternoon, the refreshing spring breeze, while sitting by the engawa, in front of your favorite garden, trying to make up for all the time he spent away from you.

Time Toji knew he should’ve spent either way by trying to get close to you, see your growth firsthand, check on you from time to time, assist whenever possible— instead of plotting a stupid plan to ensure your and the baby’s downfall.

He reproached himself for having fallen for such an arrogant trap, and convinced himself this was the way to go.

Yet, he didn’t allow that thought to interfere much with the present. He shouldn’t either way—not with the lovely bumps of his son’s kicking against his hand, almost as if he recognized it was his father finally acknowledging him…

And certainly not with your warmth reminding him of what could’ve been.

A moment he’ll preserve in his memories for the rest of his days, because while relishing in your company, he had already made up his mind.

One that fitted with the idea that all good things must come to an end.

Especially those that are simply not meant to be, less for someone as disgraceful as him.

It hurt him to come to this conclusion. To acknowledge what his mind, and existenceconstantly reminded him about.

But he knew he had to do it.

From that point forward, he’ll do everything in his power to keep away from you.

Toji would no longer watch you from afar, nor ask for your whereabouts, whether directly or indirectly.

He’ll simply limit himself to hearing of your wellbeing, or how your relationship began to flourish yet again, through rumors of the staff, if he was ever around the estate to acknowledge them.

He was right when he said Naoya would come along, you know? He might be wrong in some things, or most, but when it comes to judging other’s character, Toji never misses.

It was nothing but obvious that Naoya loved you very much, after all, if he no longer wanted to know anything from you, you wouldn’t have lasted as long as you did.

Naoya kept you at the estate, fed, warm, tended for, because he loved you—to the point of going against his own clan to provide you with the much-needed assistance you required for your oscillating pains.

With such gestures, it shouldn’t come to him as a surprise that you also loved Naoya very much.

And yet, it hurt him to realize such a thing.

But who was he trying to fool?

At the end, he had always knew he had no place in that marriage. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that the reason you kept returning to him was because you wanted something more from him—it was never the truth to begin with:

Your mind was always in Naoya’s wellbeing, and in his love.

He was ultimately a step towards your goals. Whether for pleasure, or for something deeper, it didn’t matter—they all went to the same target.

So, when he hears from the gossiping staff that you’ve named your child Megumi, he doesn’t get his hope ups anymore.

Instead, Toji simply takes it as what it is: a way to thank him for the blessing he’s given you, honor him one last time, before cutting ties with him forever.

Because the moment anyone catches wind of his relationship to your son… everything will collapse, and that is something he is no longer willing to allow.

Thus, he stays away. Keeps his distance from you and Naoya as both continue to tend for their growing family, giving Megumi things he had only dreamed of getting:

A warm, cozy bed to sleep in, where he’d be able to dream about all kinds of things he’d like to do when the following day arrives.

A roof over his head, guarding him from the cold pours of the rain, or the burning rays of the sun, as he watches the world go by.

Food to fill his stomach, every day, whenever and whatever he wanted, ensuring his healthy growth or an occasional craving.

A set future that would reassure him of any misgivings, permitting him to fail and not worry if he’ll have anyone to back him up, or start from zero.

But most importantly—

Love.

To remind him that no matter what happens, whatever he does or doesn’t do, he’ll always have a family to support him just the way he is.

…

…

…

Yeah.

It’s clear to him now.

It had always been better this way.

In other words, Toji disappears from your and Naoya's life to ensure your safety. Woaaah. I hope I was able to convey that kind of sad redemption (?)

Also, I was debating whether to actually name the baby Megumi or not, since it's a whole other character—but then I thought, why not? and thus this happened.

I guess we get to the conclusion that if there's one person that's most deprived (and in need) of love, it would be Toji. We all saw how he got after mamaguro died... so I think him doing an 180 to protect the mother of his child and son is 100% accurate and sad omg. jesus, how different from the Toji I portrayed in the previous oneshot.

Anyways, I hope it was to your liking :3 Thank you for sending in this ask, I really enjoyed writing it!

Take care, and hope to see you soon ❤️❤️

[ohdorothea]

If you’d like to send in interpretations or propaganda for a specific song you can send them to my inbox! All interpretations are welcome and let’s be open and kind in response to all interpretations <3

This tournament is being run by and for queer fans so please keep that in mind! Homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More polls here and more info and lyrics for the songs under the cut!

The question is which song is queerer to you! Queerer can mean whatever you want it to mean; you might consider a song queer because you think it was written that way, or because of Swiftian lore. It might be queer to you because of how you relate it to your own life. Maybe you think from a purely literary standpoint the lyrics have queer themes; maybe you're just thinking about vibes

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End Game Lyrics

I wanna be your end game

I wanna be your first string

I wanna be your A-Team (Whoa, whoa, whoa)

I wanna be your end game, end game

Big reputation, big reputation

Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations, ah

And you heard about me, ooh

I got some big enemies (Yeah)

Big reputation, big reputation

Ooh, you and me would be a big conversation, ah (Git, git)

And I heard about you, ooh (Yeah)

You like the bad ones, too

[Future:]

You so dope, don't overdose, I'm so stoked, I need a toast

We do the most, I'm in the Ghost like I'm whippin' a boat

I got a reputation, girl that don't precede me (Yeah)

I'm one call away whenever you need me (Yeah)

I'm in a G5 (Yeah), come to the A-Side (Yeah)

I got a bad boy persona, that's what they like (What they like)

You love it, I love it too 'cause you're my type (You're my type)

You hold me down and I protect you with my life

[Taylor Swift and Future:]

I don't wanna touch you, I don't wanna be

Just another ex-love you don't wanna see

I don't wanna miss you (I don't wanna miss you)

Like the other girls do

I don't wanna hurt you, I just wanna be

Drinking on a beach with you all over me

I know what they all say (I know what they all say)

But I ain't tryna play

I wanna be your end game (End game)

I wanna be your first string (First string)

I wanna be your A-Team (A-Team)

I wanna be your end game, end game

[Ed Sheeran:]

Knew her when I was young, reconnected when we were little bit older

Both sprung, I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders

Reputation precedes me, in rumors, I'm knee-deep

The truth is, it's easier to ignore it, believe me

Even when we'd argue, we'd not do it for long

And you understand the good and bad end up in the song

For all your beautiful traits, and the way you do it with ease

For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities

I've made mistakes and made some choices, that's hard to deny

After the storm, something was born on the 4th of July

I've passed days without fun, this end game is the one

With four words on the tip of my tongue, I'll never say it

[Taylor Swift:]

I don't wanna touch you, I don't wanna be

Just another ex-love you don't wanna see

I don't wanna miss you (I don't wanna miss you)

Like the other girls do

I don't wanna hurt you, I just wanna be

Drinking on a beach with you all over me

I know what they all say, yeah

But I ain't tryna play

I wanna be your end game (End game)

I wanna be your first string (Wanna be your first string)

I wanna be your A-Team (A-Team)

I wanna be your end game, end game

[Taylor Swift and Future:]

Big reputation, big reputation

Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations, ah

And you heard about me, ooh

I got some big enemies

Hey, big reputation, big reputation

Ooh, you and me would be a big conversation, ah

And I heard about you, ooh

You like the bad ones, too

[Taylor Swift:]

I hit you like bang, we tried to forget it, but we just couldn't

And I bury hatchets, but I keep maps of where I put 'em

Reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy

I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me

And I can't let you go, your hand prints on my soul

It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold

You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks

So here's the truth from my red lips

[Swift, Future, and Ed Sheeran:]

I wanna be your end game (End game)

I wanna be your first string (Me and you, first string)

I wanna be your A-Team (Be your A-Team now, A-Team)

I wanna be your end game, end game

I wanna be your end game (Oh, I do)

I wanna be your first string (First string)

I wanna be your A-Team (A-Team)

I wanna be your end game, end game

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I Don't Wanna Live Forever lyrics

Been sittin' eyes wide open behind these four walls, hopin' you'll call

It's just a cruel existence like it's no point hopin' at all

Baby, baby, I feel crazy

Up all night, all night and every day

Give me somethin', oh, but you say nothin'

What is happenin' to me?

I don't wanna live forever

'Cause I know I'll be livin' in vain

And I don't wanna fit wherever

I just wanna keep callin' your name

Until you come back home

I just wanna keep callin' your name

Until you come back home

I just wanna keep callin' your name

Until you come back home

I'm sittin' eyes wide open and I got one thing stuck in my mind

Wondering if I dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life

Baby, baby, I feel crazy

Up all night, all night and every day

I gave you something, but you gave me nothing

What is happening to me?

I don't wanna live forever

'Cause I know I'll be livin' in vain

And I don't wanna fit (fit, babe) wherever (wherever)

I just wanna keep callin' your name

Until you come back home

I just wanna keep callin' your name

Until you come back home

I just wanna keep callin' your name

Until you come back home

I've been looking sad in all the nicest places

(Baby, baby, I feel crazy)

I see you around in all these empty faces

(Up all night, all night and every day)

I've been looking sad in all the nicest places

(Give me somethin', oh, but you say nothin')

Now I'm in a cab, I tell him where your place is

What is happenin' to me?

I don't wanna live forever

'Cause I know I'll be livin' in vain

And I don't wanna fit wherever

I just wanna keep callin' your name

Until you come back home

I just wanna keep callin' your name

Until you come back home

I just wanna keep callin' your name

Until you come back home

I just wanna keep callin' your name

Until you come back home

I just wanna keep callin' your name

Until you come back home

I just wanna keep callin' your name

Until you come back home

Until you come back home

[thesupernaturalhouse]

Okay uhh, chalries design, Saint Peter's role in the au, and the Alastor vs Emily thing which oneee to doo

It's Peter. So, ahem

Emily and Saint Peter were best friends in heaven, and when she's forced to go back up there, he just stares at her knowingly until she looks away In a silent 'I'll tell you later I PROMISE-' and he's satisfied

I imagine their like twins or smth, not actually bit in a found family sense- Emily would be that very intense older sister, and Peter would be that obedient little brother

I think he'd be the only heaven born from lucifers' time to have never misnamed her or called her lucifers replacement :)

"Peter if Adam ever comes near me when I'm alone again I need you to make up and excuse and get me out of there because it is not a wanted conversation' okay???" "....aye-aye ma'am!!" "Okay, okay....thank you Pete" "course Em!"

They would platonically cuddle, I am telling you- best friends, sibling coded in this au!!

Now then, Peter's role is the same but in the finale episode instead of pentiouse showing up infront of Wmilt amd Sera, he shows up at the gates and Peter flisp through his book

"...I'm not see you on the ksit but you....look the part....oh wait! It's on the last page, "HAZBINS" in red lettering, there's your name! Sor pentious!.....huh....Em mentioned something about being redemption....."

[captain-lessship]

Young Mountain Man Pt. 1

It was damn near predetermined that you would be close with William. Being born within just a few months of each other, your mothers became friends. Exchanging blankets and advice on how to care for you both. Due to their closeness, you two were left to play together.

You and him would have hopscotch competitions, kick a ball back and forth and race to the apple tree that was out behind your house.

Your youth was spent with him. Up until he was old enough to go to work with his Pa and you were settling into your own self.

Of course, he still came to visit and you couldn’t help but feel your heart begin to grow attached to him in a new way. Your eyes lingered on his and your gaze would dip to his lips as he was talking. He was becoming very handsome and you couldn’t help but appreciate it.

The reality that you were in love came to under that very apple tree you used to race to. He was sweet and good to you. He had grown into quite the gentleman: holding doors open, picking up some of your dress so you wouldn’t drag it through the mud, helping you on and off your horse and even helping with chores like wood chopping and helping you carry in any heavy objects.

He also was a fantastic person to converse with. He had many ideas and thoughts about the world and how he would run things or opt to change them. He never shut down your opinions on any subject, even if they were a direct contradiction to his view. He had nothing but respect and compassion for you and you had nothing but the same for him.

You were just sitting under the tree, smiling as you thought of your beautiful blonde boy, working on your embroidered dress when you saw the Hatfield’s coming for a visit. You waved to them and began to pick up your things and headed down to meet them.

“Hey there,” Anse said, hopping down from the wagon, “Your Pa home?” He asked.

“Yes sir, he just got back from the store. Hi Levicy! How are you?”

“I am doing fine, how about yourself?” She said as Anse helped her down from the wagon.

William had to have learned it from somewhere, you thought. “I am doing great! Almost done with the dress!” You held it out to the lady and she smiled at the handy work.

“It’s so beautiful. I bet you pricked yourself a few times making it,” she joked, “But it looks like it’ll be worth it.”

Anse looked at the dress, “It’s rather pretty, any special reason?”

“Oh,” you folded it back up as you walked to the door to let your guests in, “I thought it would be a nice dress to wear for birthdays, parties and holidays. No other girl will have a dress like it.”

You opened the door to the house, “Mama! Pa! The Hatfields are here!” You walked to your room and put away the dress and your threads.

“Ah! Anse! Been a while?” You heard your father say, being as loud and boisterous as ever.

“Well Bill, you know how logging is. Busy work. Hear you ain’t doing so bad yourself?”

Your family had gotten its wealth from clothing, textiles and furniture. Your father made wooden furniture that was so beautiful that you couldn’t help but want a piece in your house. The clothing was made by his team of tailors and seamstresses. It was there in his store that you learned your own skills.

“Winters are cold so you need layers and in summer you still gotta be decent. And might as well take a new wardrobe to store it all!”

As you walked out of your room, Levicy was next to speak, “Sylvia! Just the lady I was wanting to see. I heard your apples and peaches have come in heavy this year. Would it bother you if I just picked some for a pie and eating?”

Your Mama was a very giving person, when she had excess that is, “Of course! Bill is already sick of apples.”

Your Pa laughed, “You put ‘em in everything! Sit down you two, rest yourselves.” He motioned for them to sit down in the living room.

“Say,” your Mama began, “It’s been a few months. Where’s your William? Has he got sick of us?”

There was a silence that gave it away that something had happened. You felt your heart begin to quicken.

“Well, we were cutting timber and the tree fell. Some of the splinters caught his eye.”

“Oh goodness,” your mama whispered, “Is he alright now?”

“We thought he was going to have to lose the eye but he won’t. Though, it’s going milky.”

He had been send you letters during those months and hadn’t mentioned it. You frowned, “Did he think that we would say something about it?”

Levicy shook her head, “He doesn’t even like us looking at it right now. It still has redness to it. In a week or two, it’ll be capped over.”

And in a few weeks, you were riding your way up to the Hatfields with the peaches and apples for Levicy. You were excited to see William or Cap as they were now calling him.

It was a good ride and you reached there in time to help Levicy with some dishes before supper, talking about the days of when you were young to pass the time.

“You couldn’t say William so you called him Illy,” she laughed, “It was cute.”

You smiled, “I couldn’t say Anse either.”

“Oh lord! He got so mad that you were calling him Ann but you were just a little thing. Too sweet to be mad at.”

You giggled at little. Thinking and reminiscing always put you in a good mood.

“I want to talk to you about something.” She calmly said.

“Yes?”

“You’re a real sweet girl. Caring and understanding. I know that you and Cap have spent many days together as friends but,” her brown eyes looked into yours, “Do you love him?”

You thought only for a moment before answering, “I do. He’s always there when I need him.”

“Well, that’s good because he’s asked us if he could ask your parents to marry you. I wanted to know if you would be willing before I said yes.”

“He wants to marry me?” You asked, excitement filling your voice.

“Yes. He’s planning on asking them after church tomorrow. I don’t know when exactly he’ll ask you if they say yes but I guess it would be soon.”

Your face began to hurt due to the smile on your face, “I- That’s wonderful!”

“Do you think your parents will approve?”

“Yes! Mama loves him ‘cause he never denies having a second plate and is always sweet to her, says he’s a real gentleman. Pa has said that the only thing he wants for me is to be happy and marry a hard worker! He’s one! Cap is as hard working as any man in West Virginia or even Kentucky.”

“He is!” Levicy said, hugging you. “Now we just gotta wait! Ooh! It’s gonna kill me.”

“It might kill me too!”

Then a small fleet of men came through the door, the Hatfield men were back from logging. Your eyes caught Cap’s and you smiled. He was just as handsome as you remembered. He turned his face to look at you, letting you look at his eye.

It looked like a pearl one of those fancy ladies up in New York and places like that would wear. True that you missed the pair of baby blues but the mismatched set had their own charm. You liked them.

He smiled at you and nodded to you as he took off his hat, a shyness coming to him.

“Hello! Work good today?” You asked the group.

“As well as it always is.” Anse said, taking his hat off.

“Hey,” Cap said, looking at you, “Are you staying for supper or are you heading home?”

“I gotta head home. Mama is busy baking up pies for the Sunday Dinner tomorrow.”

“Your Ma is baking? Oh boy, better wear the pants a size too big tomorrow. She’s one of the best pie bakers in this county.” Johnse joked. It was true. Her secret? A dash of sugar in the egg wash for the crust. A extra sweet hint.

“It’s getting late, I could go with you to make sure you make it home.” Cap offered, his voice had a twinge of hope in it.

“I would like the company and Mama would like an unbiased opinion on her new creation.”

“Aw, can I come too?”

“No, Johnse, but I’ll be sure to tell you about it.” Cap poked at him. A light laugh leaving him.

You and Cap bid the family goodbye, beginning your descent to your house.

The crickets chirped and a faint hoot of an owl sounded ever so often.

“It’s so peaceful.” You said, voice just above a whisper.

“Yeah, real calming.” He responded. “You like looking at the stars?”

“Yeah, but you know how people say you can see pictures in them? I guess I just don’t know which ones to look at.”

“All I know is the Big Dipper an’ Little Dipper. That’s the main two.”

“The big one points north, right?”

“Yup!” He looked over at you, “I know this might be an odd question but, do you have anyone after you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like boys. Wanting to court you and stuff?”

“No, why?” You asked, knowing damn well why.

“Well I- You’re a very pretty girl and pretty girls get asked by many boys.”

“Not a one is coming for me.” You laughed lightly, “They all like that Rosanna McCoy and that red headed girl that’s originally from Georgia.”

Cap was silent, thinking about it. “Well, if you were to have your pick, what kind of man would you pick?”

You smiled, “I like when they do things just to do it, not expect nothing in return. I also like them smart, reading and writing smart. And I guess he’d have to be very fun to be around. What kind of woman would you want?”

“Kind. Peaceable too, some people just argue for the sake of arguing and I don’t like it. I like when girls smile, it’s very pretty. I like pretty things.”

You both talked about your figurative romances til you got home, the sun fully gone from the sky.

“I will let you go in before I leave. Goodnight.”

You smiled at him, “Goodnight, Cap. I will see you Sunday. Oh! And just make something up for the creation.”

He grinned, “I will.”

You walked up the pathway and through the door, turning to look out the small window atop the door to watch him leave.

[buckrogers]

15 questions for 15 friends

Tagged by @steveybucky! 😘

Are you named after anyone? from what I'm told, my mother was going through a french phase and loved the name jacqueline so, here I be! though extra lore nobody asked for: because it's got so many letters, I typically go by jacqui unless it's a ~fancy official thing or I'm in trouble, hah

When was the last time you cried? it would probably be easier to ask me when I'm not crying (anxiety club cardholder)

Do you have kids? nada! I am not parental material, but I do enjoy being the fun cool aunt to three nephews

What sports do you play/have you played? uh, bench warmer if we're being literal about it I don't think I was ever picked for a team willingly a day in my life I am both short and require glasses to see anything long distance - but! I was more interested in drama and books anyway so y'know battles, pick 'em.

Do you use sarcasm? frequently and with flourish!

What’s the first thing you notice about people? I'm actually a big one for vibes, I tend to gravitate toward the folks who put out the chill, easy going vibes. I'm very cerebral by nature, I live in my head so anybody who wants or digs conversations is also a big drawcard for me, I dunno! I like nice people who are funny and a bit different and aren't terribly concerned about what the masses are doing (idk hashtag just aquarius things I suppose) but also - hands! love expressive talkers, love hands. People with big smiles and the ability to poke a bit of good natured fun at themselves and the craziness of the world.

What’s your eye color? blue!

Scary movies or happy endings? oh ya girl is a sap so give me a happy ending every time, although points if it's a scary movie with some sort of happy(ish) ending

Any talents? hm, I guess I can string a coherent sentence together! I used to really enjoy acting in drama class, does making people laugh count as a talent? I like making people feel good I suppose, I'm the biggest cheerleader for people I'm close with

Where were you born? ACT, Australia

What are your hobbies? reading, wasting hours on the internet, RPing, sometimes graphic design/website design (just for funsies), writing, cross stitch

Do you have any pets? I wish I did! can't really have them where I'm renting atm so I yearn and admire all the neighborhood cats

How tall are you? what is height? is it nice? 5'3 repping for the shorties club here

Favorite subject in school? we had a subject called literature which was my absolute jam since it meant spending time studying all my favorite authors

Dream job? well I always wanted to be a writer, or an actor possibly but my anxiety said lmao no to the latter and the former I suppose I am in the way everybody who writes is a writer, just y'know, not so much in the way that it pays my bills

do I even know 15 people stress free tag (this is just a list of people I think are neat):

@toniestank @obiwho @meidui @yourbuckies @sparkagrace @musette22 @somanywords @maplefiasco @cable-knit-sweater @voylitscope @vivelarevolution13 @fandomfluffandfuck @dharmasharks @rillils

[impossiblescissorspeachpaper]

i’ll follow you anywhere

prompt nine: what if?

I hope everyone has enjoyed Elriel Month- I’ve loved it!! The sheer number and quality of all the content everyone created, shared and loved has been incredible! I love the elriel community so much. I have so many fics to still catch up on so if you have any I missed, please let me know! Many are already on the tbr :).

I’ll also be putting up a little EM Masterlist soon for anyone that missed any of my fics and would like to catch up 🥰

So, something a little different for this prompt. Sometimes, during moments of agony, it helps to go to another place and make up stories. This story was born from one such time when I was struggling through my own spin class. It’s trashy, enjoy 💚

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Angel Face was back. 

She’d just walked in, scanning her tag at the front desk, offering the muscle clad guy behind the reception desk a dazzling smile. He truly did look dazed, his eyes following her curvy form all the way across the gym to where the lockers were. 

Azriel glowered. He wanted to go and punch him in the face for staring at her like that. Not that he could talk, or blame him. Angel Face in form fitting workout tights threatened to send grown men to their knees.

Him. He was grown men. It threatened to send him to his knees.

Every time he caught sight of her at the gym, Azriel lost IQ points. His brain turned to marshmallow in her presence. He couldn’t help it.

He'd been coming to this gym for years with Rhys and Cass. It was central to all of their apartment blocks, clean enough, and had all the equipment they needed. Five and a half months ago, though, Angel Face had walked in for the first time. 

He had no idea who she was, where she had come from, what her name was. But she was fucking beautiful. She had the shiniest hair he had ever seen, and her eyes, God. Her eyes! If he could dive into them and swim forever, he would. And she always smiled. She had an air about her that was so…warm. He could just tell she was warm. She was like the fucking sun, and he couldn’t help but bend toward her light.

At first, she had started coming alone, her AirPods visible in her ears when she tied her hair up in that high ponytail that knotted his stomach and did salacious things to his thoughts. That ponytail made him want to run his tongue over every inch of her body and see what part produced the sweetest sounds.

But she had since made a couple friends, of course she had. Who wouldn’t be drawn to her? She was the fucking sun.

Azriel watched her greeting those friends with a bright smile, her head tilted back in laughter as the twins she had started working out with conversed with her across the massive floor.

It was 5:45pm, which meant Angel Face had come in for a class. Whenever he saw her here in the evening, it was always for one of the classes taken up on the mezzanine floor of the gym.

“Az. AZRIEL! Earth to fucking Azriel!!”  Cassian’s voice broke his little hopeless bubble of lust.

Azriel startled, tearing his eyes reluctantly off the brunette beauty, remembering he was supposed to be counting Cassian’s reps. “Yeah, twelve. Good job.”

Cassian huffed out a final rep. “Don’t act like you were paying attention to me you prick. I’ve been bench pressing for at least four minutes. Twelve reps my fucking ass. Worst spotter ever,” Cassian grumbled, placing the barbell back on the hooks himself and sitting up from the bench he was supine on.

“You should have known better brother,” Rhys grinned from the neighbouring bench, a set of heavy dumbbells gripped in his fists as he finished his set of chest flys.

“Wifey just walked in,” he finished, his face split with a shit eating grin, violet eyes sparkling.

Cassian followed Rhys’ gaze until he spotted the object of Azriel’s attention, her long golden-brown hair flowing down her back in soft waves, clad in a cute powder blue crop and tights set.

“Oh my god,” Cassian lamented with a long-suffering eyeroll, “stop being a pussy and just go talk to her. Put us all out of our misery.”

Azriel finally peeled his eyes away from Angel Face, reluctantly turning to his brothers beside him. Cassian’s look of annoyance overshadowed by Rhys’ utter fucking glee. Even though he encouraged others to stay out of business that wasn’t theirs, Rhys was the captain of the meddler ship.

“Women don’t come to the gym to be hit on Cass. That’s fucking creepy,” Az retorted. As he had many times before. 

“And you staring daggers at her fucking ass isn’t?” Cassian pointed a thick finger in his face, his mouth tilting up in a crooked smile.

“If you don’t go over there, I fucking will.” He’d fucking do it too. Bastard.

Azriel wasn’t sure if Cassian was so perturbed simply because it had been almost six months that Azriel had been quietly obsessing over the gorgeous brunette without making a single move, or, if he just wanted his spotter back. He took chest day very seriously.

Azriel simply stood rooted to the spot, going through every scenario possible; talk to her and possibly come off as a gym creep, or never talk to her and live with that regret forever. 

Women really hated being hit on at the gym, didn’t they? But then, what was he going to do, pine after her forever? And it would be forever because he was certain he’d never find another like Angel Face.

It didn’t seem like such a bad idea, pining. Except the thought of never knowing her name would haunt Azriel for eternity.

He could offer to help her with her workout? No, that was even creepier. He could walk past and smile, that shouldn’t be too hard. She might strike up a conversation with him, she seemed friendly and outgoing enough. But what if she didn’t?

Fuck. Why was he acting like a scared teenager? Go, Azriel. Go and fucking talk to her, you pussy. Put one motherfucking foot in front of the other and go.

“Do you think he short circuited?” he heard Rhys murmur from behind him.

“Either that, or fantasy has taken over reality and he’s half-way through fucking her brains out in the locker room in his mind,” Cassian answered without missing a beat.

“I can fucking hear you, assholes,” Azriel shot over his shoulder, still not taking his eyes off the side of Angel Face’s profile as she milled about the bottom of the stairs, waiting for her class to start.

“Oh good,” Rhys drawled, “we haven’t lost him completely.”

Just then, the group fitness instructor came waltzing out in lycra bike shorts and tank top, her headset hooked around her neck as she greeted her class. The group followed, ascending the stairs onto the mezzanine floor, taking their places for their class.

Angel Face started heading up, still animatedly laughing with her friends, her delicate hand resting on the banister as she followed the group.

“Ahhh. Too late bro, maybe next time,” Cassian mocked behind him, knowing very well that it was just another example of when Azriel had not gone over to talk to the woman he’d been lusting over for months.

Fuck. Azriel exhaled harshly, running a scarred hand through his hair. It’s not that hard! 

Before he could change his mind, Azriel grabbed his water bottle off the floor and jogged over to the bottom of the stairs where the latecomers were still piling into the group fitness room.

“Oh, so now you decide to make a move?” He heard Cassian squawk behind him, his arms splayed about wide as his voice boomed across the gym floor “Az! Who’s gonna spot my next set?” 

“You’ve got tweedle dum right there,” Azriel retorted, spinning to face his brothers as he jogged backwards, pointing a scarred finger at Rhys. His brother’s violet eyes glimmered as he laughed at the quip.

Darting up the stairs to the group fitness room Azriel halted suddenly as he came face to face with a room full of stationary bikes. Fuck. Spin class? 

Turning desperately to his brothers for help, a look of utter horror on his face, he was only met with their smug fucking expressions, challenging him silently from the level below. He couldn’t back down now. Fucking spin class.

Wandering into the room cluelessly, he spotted Angel Face in the third row, slowly rotating her legs, her feet already strapped into the pedals, the bike to her left still unoccupied. Here goes fucking nothing.

Striding over to the bike, he placed his water bottle in the holder and sat down, and immediately leapt back off. What the fuck was up with this seat?! Was it supposed to be this uncomfortable? And his knees knocked painfully into the handlebars. He groaned. He did not belong here.

“You’re tall, you’ll need to adjust your position.”

The voice that spoke was silken and soft, like a breeze dancing across the delicate petals of a rose. It melted his insides whilst simultaneously igniting them, if that were possible.

Snapping his face to the right, he was pretty sure he looked deranged. His mouth was agape, flapping noiselessly like a fucking fish out of water. 

Holy fuck. Angel Face also had an Angel Voice.

She was so stunning up close. Her eyes were like molten chocolate. She had the prettiest nose. He spotted a little beauty mark under her left eye, high on her cheek bone that he had never been close enough to see before. Marry me. 

Realising his mouth was still hanging open like an imbecile he snapped his jaw shut, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Yeah. Right.”

Climbing back off the bike he stood beside it, eyeing off all the knobs and levers. He yanked what he thought would adjust his seat height. Nothing happened. Fuck. Maybe he should just walk back out. Why was this was so fucking awkward.

“Twist it first, then pull.”

Azriel gulped. She didn’t mean it to be sexual, she didn’t mean it to be sexual. Don’t make it weird, you fucking bastard.

Following her instructions, the seat eased and allowed him to adjust the height.

“It should reach your hip bone, keep going,” she assisted from beside him. “You might want to pull it back, away from the handlebars too.

Azriel just nodded, eyes roving over the frame of the bike.

“That lever there,” she pointed, “flick it to the right and slide the seat back,” she supplied with a smile, sensing he was lost.

Azriel swallowed. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” she replied, her smile blinding him with the light she emanated around her.

Fuck she was so beautiful. He couldn’t help but stare. He also knew he was making this interaction anything but normal. Say something. Say something and stop making it weird. JUST. SAY. ANYTHING.

“Azriel.” 

Oh my god, did he just blurt out his name like that? That wasn’t even a sentence. SHE DIDN’T ASK!! Abort! Abort! 

Alarms went off in his mind, but he schooled his face into one that he hoped conveyed a cool, calm demeanour. He was sure he just looked like a blubbering fucking idiot.

Angel Face just looked back at him, mildly perplexed, her perfect brows knitted together delicately.

He cleared his throat again. “I’m Azriel. That’s my name.”

Holy fuuuuuck dude just shut up!

She smiled back at him kindly. “I’m Elain. It’s nice to meet you, Azriel.”

Azriel’s mind went utterly blank. He was pretty sure he looked mentally deranged right now but how could he possibly function like a normal human being when Angel Face— Elain— had just uttered his name for the first time ever. So casually. Azriel. Like it belonged on her lips. Like she had wrapped her tongue around the L many times before. He couldn’t wait to hear her say it again. He wanted her to say it for the rest of his life.

Just then, the instructors voice boomed across the room, having hooked up her mic to the speakers. Taking a seat back on his bike, Azriel winced.

The bike seat truly was the fucking worst, it felt like it was making its home way too high up his ass. And he felt too big to be allowed, leaning like that towards the handlebars. Were they supposed to be so low? But he was here now, and he was doing this… the shit you do for love.

Fifteen minutes later, Azriel was in agony. Sweat was dripping down his back, and the bike seat had truly set up camp in between his ass cheeks.

Elain barely looked like she had broken a sweat. She was still smiling, somehow still able to sing along to the songs the instructor played at some points.

Another thirty minutes later and Azriel was straight up dying. He was certain blood had been cut off to his nuts, surely rendering him infertile.

Bye-bye kids, the family jewels were crushed when daddy went chasing after mommy. His breathing also rattled embarrassingly. Fuck, he really needed to work on his cardio. 

Elain on the other hand looked radiant. She didn’t sweat, she sparkled. She fucking glistened and looked like the blinding sun after a storm. He looked like the storm. A drowned rat in the storm. That couldn’t breathe. Holy fuck, how did she do this three times a week?

“Good job everyone, up off your bikes and stretch it out!”

The fitness instructor looked way too fucking chipper for someone that had just conducted a forty-five-minute torture session. Azriel’s eyes threw daggers at her as he unstrapped his feet from the pedals and gingerly stood up on shaky legs. His ass felt violated. That was gonna hurt tomorrow.

Grabbing his ankle, he tucked his foot up toward his behind, stretching out his quad, the pull causing a slight wince.

“It’s always hard the first few times,” came Elain’s kind voice from besides him, one foot hooked on the bike seat as she leaned forward to stretch out her hamstring. She bent over her outstretched leg, her body lithe and strong. Her cheeks were delicately flushed from her exertions, her chest glistening beneath a thin layer of sweat. He was going to burst at the seams.

“I admit, I didn’t think it was going to be that hard.” Good job Az. Finally, a full sentence. Albeit a slightly pompous one, but a full one all the same.

Elain chuckled. “Men never do.”

Azriel’s face fell. Fuck, she thought he was a pig. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

“Oh! No! that’s not what I meant, only that— I just assumed. Fuck.” A scarred hand ran through his hair, tugging at the ends as his mind scrambled for the words to make it better.

Elain just laughed again, that light, breezy laugh fluttering over his anxiety. 

“I’m just teasing,” she continued with a mischievous smile, her eyes lighting up with mirth as she reached for her towel and water bottle, preparing to head out.

Panic clawed at his chest; he couldn’t let her get away. Not yet. He’d barely spoken to her. 

“I’ll see you around, then?” He blurted, throwing the question out desperately, like a buoy uselessly floating in the roughest of seas.

Elain glanced at him over her shoulder, her big brown doe eyes wide, a sparkle winking in them like she had a secret.

“I hope so. Have a nice evening, Azriel.”

Her lips lifted into an adorable, crooked little smile before he watched her turn around and walk out of the class. Her svelte curves swayed deliciously, the light sheen of sweat across her skin only adding to her ethereal glow.

I hope so. 

She hoped to see him around.

He smiled. It was worth it. The last forty-five fucking minutes was worth it. She now knew he existed.

I hope so. 

Azriel was on cloud fucking nine.

~

Rhys was finishing his last three reps when Azriel floated back over to them. Literally floated.

Cassian nudged his brother, nodding his head in Azriel’s direction, and Rhys sat up, both watching their quietest brother make his way back over to them.

Azriel’s hair was dishevelled, beads of sweat running down his temples and his tank top was drenched. Absolutely fucking drenched. But the bastards’ face the epitome of wistful bliss as he wandered over to them at the squat racks where they had continued working out.

Noting his dopey expression, Cassian gave Rhys a disbelieving look, pointing a thumb at Az as he asked, “Do you think she blew him in the locker room?”

Rhys snorted, face lined with mock concern, and waved a hand in front of Azriel’s glassy eyes.

“Honestly, it looks more like he’s been lobotomised. Maybe Angel Face is a neurosurgeon from 1941?”

They only knew Az’s girl as Angel Face, since that’s what he always sighed when she appeared at the gym. The hold this girl had on his brother was something else. It was kind of cute though, he’d never thought Azriel would be the kind of guy to be down so bad.

“Fuck you guys,” Azriel retorted, but it had no bite, a goofy grin spreading across his face. Cassian had never seen him so…giddy. It was fucking hilarious.

“Did you ask her out, then?” Cassian prodded, growing impatient and needing to know what had happened.

“Her name is Elain,” Azriel stated, like it was the most important thing in the world. This fool was truly on another planet right now.

“And?” Rhys prompted, hoping for something juicier than her name.

“And she said she hopes she sees me around.”

Cassian and Rhys both groaned, turning back to their workout, clearly resigned to the fact that they won’t be getting any exciting news today.

Azriel just smiled.

*******

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[thehomophobe]

Trouble Comes in Threes Chapter 4: My New Romance

Written by me

In the mystery of the night, the resort patio lights illuminated the pathways in and out of the rooms. The palm trees sway slowly with the cool breeze, the smell of the ocean carried with the wind. Chilly, but not too cold now. Hand in hand, Eclipse and (Y/N) have a delight chat together; why it's only been a few minutes and they already sound like a lovely couple. 

"So, what do people call you Miss (L/N) when they get to know and love you? I imagine the process is more or less automatic." Eclipse asked. (Y/N) laughed sweetly. Was she charmed, or just chuckling about his little quip at the end.

"(Y/N)." She answered. "And what do I call the man with the audacity to invited me to my own party?" She quipped back, stunning Eclispe for a bit. The girl's got sass now does she? Eclipse chuckled back as he answered with his own name. 

"Edwin. Edwin Stellato." Having his own joke handed back to him from a broad makes him smile, and a little hot 'n bothered. The two made it to the lanai, where multiple people sleep in the soft chairs near the entrance. Couples lay next to each other, doused in the sand of the Sandman. The lights shine brighter here now that the present of a dance floor, a band, tables and chairs with umbrellas closed since the sun wasn't gone.

"Just a few friends that dropped in." (Y/N) let Eclipse inside a foyer were multiple people slept in the chairs; their conversation ended a long time ago. "Just a few friends that dropped, period. You want to talk to them? I'll wake 'em up." (Y/N) quickly moved from Eclispe's grasp to shake her friends away.

"Oh no not now. They look so peaceful. Let's not disturb them." Eclipse laid a gentle hand on the poor woman's shoulder. "I know what you must think. They're really just exhausted. They're still alive out here." He coaxed her to the center of the party, the outdoor dance hall. (Y/N)'s disappointed melted off like butter on a hot pan as a smile rid her face again. The music lighten the mood of the slow moving night. The couples who were still awake waltz along with each other, swaying with the rhythm of the palm trees. Everyone looked so ritzy. Eclipse felt that he'd fit in well. Probably better than his younger brothers. 

"Shall we dance?" A hand was given to the fair maiden by his side. 

"Of course." The maiden smiled. With fingers clutching each other and a hand placed on a hip and shoulder, the two sway to the music. Sweet, loving eyes connect with golden ones. (Y/N) smiled at the gentleman. Eclispe tried to bubble up a question to start another conversation but (Y/N) beat him to it.

"Have you ever been here in Miami before?"

"No, never in my years. In fact I got lost here along the way." said Eclipse.

"Sounds like you in a map."

"I think a tour guide would be better." A hand swiped over a strand of hair on (Y/N)'s face. She chuckled at the quip again before staring into the warm gold lovingly again. 

"Too bad all the tour guide here are con men. Trying to get your clams and leaving you in alley alone." (Y/N) added. Sounds like she speaks from experience. "$500 stolen in a second. And a dress drenched by the rain."

"Sounds like you had a run-in with the wrong guy." said Eclipse. It takes a con artist to know one. It's sickening to see poor women swindled these days. That's why he only steals from men, and leaves the false charisma to the ladies. He never stole money or jewelry, only the hearts of dames and dolls alike. Then disappear in a flash, leaving them dazed and confused. Better than poor and unhappy. 

"So what is it that you do Ms. (Y/N)?" Eclispe changed the subject. 

"I'm not really interested in that." (Y/N) looked down. "Talking about business bores me." A dame not into business huh? Probably born with a silver spoon. Her daddy must be the one in charge then. "I rather pop champagne and cut room floor."

"Ah like to jive don't we?" Eclipse said cheekily.

"Why of course. Music is my life. I'd be dead if I didn't put the gramphone on." (Y/N) laughed at her own quip. Speaking of music, the music stopped. The band started packing up their instruments, looks like their shift's over. (Y/N) looked toward the departing band in confusion. If music was her life, she'd be on life support now. 

"What's going on?"

"I'm sorry, Ms. (Y/N) The union won't allow us to play longer than 16 hours." said the pianist.

"Oh. When's the next shift come on?" Eclipse asked.

"The other band oughta be here any minute. Sorry."

"That's all right." The pianist lefted along with his band members, deserting the night-owls with no music. (Y/N) grimaced, and all that talk about loving to party and music. 

"Well it's late anyways. I don't want you to fall sleep during your time here." She spoke to Eclipse, the words were laced with disenchantment; which is horrible since she's so enchanting. Eclispe can't have her leaving so soon now. Why they just started to get to know each other, and the night is still young.

"Who said that this party was over?" He smirked as his headed over to the piano. 

"Edwin, you know how to play piano?"

"'Course I do." Eclipse had to teach himself piano for a joint right before he got the job a the grease bucket in Texas. According to the many people who visited, the music was gas. It's been a while though, let's see if he still got it. A few keys were pressed, helping the new pianist find the scale of an old song.

(The song cuz I'm not one for songfics too much.)

Once the little piano found the rhythm, (Y/N) jived to the new, more lively music. As said before, she loved to dance, and cutting a rug was what she was doing. The cognizant couples joined the revived ritz and the once somnolent rose from their slumber, startled by the new fangle noise. 

In other words, we're cooking with gas.

Some men headed to the deserted instruments to assist the neo-pianist left alone on stage. Guests danced along the rhythm, some were jive bombers like (Y/N), others were real dead hoofers. Duckin’ and divin’, blippin’ and jivin’, hopping and singing, tapping and swinging. Everyone was awake now. But Eclipse's eyes were on (Y/N), who was currently dancing with a bum. He swiftly led another man play the baby blue piano for him and made his through the crowd. A tap on the shoulder alerted the old geezer. 

"I think take it from here sir."

"Ay wait your turn now son. I'm having a lull here."

"Well, uh, personally, I wouldn't mind a little lull with Miss (L/N)." Said Eclipse. Such way that made (Y/N) smile and the bum scowl. A suave hand enclosed the space between the two, briskly moving away from the bum with the chrome dome. 

The two danced; swinged to the music. The other couples must've noticed something, because the crowd clears away for the two. They leave the floor to the joyful pair. Eclipse didn't know why the misters and misses moved for the them, until (Y/N) showed him why. See, a guy like Eclipse really was not one for dancing. Sure he'll waltz with a dame for a bit, but nothing to serious. What didn't help was that (Y/N) was a dancer. Professionally is still up in the air. But whatever it takes, especially since that he looked like a complete idiot standing there. 

Matching the dame's rhythm, the two danced the night away. The newfound audience watched from the background, a show illuminating brighter than the artificial lighting of the resort. (Y/N) was having fun. Eclipse was having fun. It was just for show though.

Once the song ended, (Y/N) took a bow like a performer on stage. Incredibly proud of her performance and beloved by all. Eclipse though took her hand again. "Tonight was a wonderful night Ms. (L/N)." He kissed it with the upmost chastity and chivalry. (Y/N) blushed slightly at the sight. Meanwhile, Claire arrived with a white shawl in hand, for the lovely lady on her right.  

"Well I had a wonderful partner to past the time." She retorts. 

"Shall I walk you back to your bungalow?" 

"Oh no thank you Mr. Stellato. I know my way back." (Y/N) took the shawl from Claire's hand and wrapped herself up. "Besides, I don't want you to get lost." She winked. Sly fox ain't she? Eclipse hasn't met a woman with spunk since his mother died. Looks like he's got to try harder to woo her. 

(Y/N) had already made it to her bungalow before she could speak with Eclispe for one last time, "goodnight Mr. Stellato" was the final words before entering her temporary humble abode. Which left Eclipse walking alone. He thought for a bit. What a night. First impressions could do many things for a person, that's why they're always important. She did blushed at him kissing her hand, but she also emphasized the gall he had inviting her to her own party.

Ah forget about it. Tomorrow's a new day and he can't sleep with all this buzz in his head. He's not like Sun anyways. Speaking of which, that boy better be in bed, and his brother too. Moon's know to stay awake in the dead of night. He can't have him bumping in the night. 

Finally, bungalow C. 

*Click Click*

"Ooo how was it?"

"Was she a drag?

"Did you kiss?"

"Did you scare her off?"

"Get to bed you two." Eclipse ordered his brothers softly. He's was too tired for storytelling. He promised the boys the whole spiel tomorrow, for tonight was over. 

[truly-yours-matilda]

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧)

summary: life and the dynamics with the team as jj’s teenage daughter 🫶

warnings: none, i think <3

note: i know that aaron, jack, tara and luke aren’t in the same seasons, but i wanted to include everyone (almost everyone) | any mistakes are mine!

• growing up as jj’s daughter was never boring

• it was filled with excitement and a whole lot of love

• so much that sometimes, you were scared of losing it

• you always worried for your mom when she wasn’t by your side

• but you would both make sure to call and text whenever her schedule wasn’t too hectic which caused you to feel the smallest bit of relief

• being a part of the team in a way, you’ve had a second, very loving family since you were born

• you cherish it with everything you are

• everyone loves you and your presence is always welcome

• whether it’s doing homework at the office after school or just short visits here and there

• your relationship with spencer is special

• spencer is one of your mom’s absolute best friends and naturally, you became close to him too

• you often have deep conversations about life and the human mind

• you both info dump to each other and can discuss the topic for hours

• you show each other books and recommend books to each other, and the team jokes about it (in a loving way)

• you see spencer kind of as a big brother in a way

• the family nights, very much encouraged by rossi and garcia, is a thing you’re included in (unless it involves alcohol some nights)

• ^^ cause then you’re with your brothers

• but when you’re allowed to be with them on family nights, you’re the only one rossi allows to cook with him

• you learn quickly and become quite the chef

• he may or may not have let you taste one of his many wines a few times (just a few) when the others were sent to the living room

• your relationship with emily is the CUTEST

• she loves you and you love her

• she’s the best (self proclaimed) aunt in the world and you often come to her for advice or to just hang out

• you’re with her a lot

• her hugs are AMAZING and so cozy and comforting

• you love how affectionate she is to you

• especially since she’s not like that with a lot of people, just the people she really cares about and loves

• it makes you feel special

• she’s always there to listen to you

• so when you’re having a bad day, your mom tells emily and she comes over with your favorite ice cream and you watch comfort movies

• emily’s hugs are even more comforting at these times

• em’s like a security blanket for you

• as you begin to discover who you are as you grow into a teenager, she’s there like a pillar in a storm

• being a teenager is hard and she, more than anyone, knows just how difficult it is

• she’s there for you with unconditional support and so much love

• penelope garcia <3

• she’s such a personality and you love her so much

• she’s so kind and caring and sweet and funny and comforting

• and on girl’s nights with your mom and emily, she makes you laugh so much

• she has a special way of making you feel good and happy

• even though there’s a significant age gap, you’re like best friends

• garcia sees a lot of jj in you, so she’s always been protective of you

• when you start dating, she secretly does the thing she’s best at and finds out just about everything there is to know about this certain person

• she definitely spoils you with gifts and books and everything you like, even though you protest that she’s going to become poor soon

• you love to bake and you do it all the time, so when you bring whatever you’ve baked to the office, penelope is your go-to taste tester

• the team loves coming back from a case and eat whatever you’ve baked

• you and hotch (plus jack) <3

• aaron is definitely like a father figure to you

• so naturally, jack becomes like a second older brother to you

• you, your biological brothers and jack had formed your own little friend group over the years

• you look up to aaron a lot

• he’s so brave and so determined

• you remember wanting to be like him when you were a little girl

• he’s there if you have games and he’s there if you even just have practice

• the rest of the team is too

• they cheer you on the loudest

• and your mom looks at you with proud eyes

• you, your mom and your brothers have lunch or dinner with aaron and jack sometimes

• as a way to catch up and just hang out

• jj and aaron loves watching their children having fun together, laughing and smiling

• you and morgan !!!

• you’re his baby, angel, sweetheart

• he’s “rerek” to you and that’s what you’ve been calling him since you were a little girl and couldn’t pronounce his name right

• he’s like a very protective, older brother to you

• derek is a bit of a pushover when it came to you

• he would do anything for you, even if it meant going against your mother's rules

• you knew this and would sometimes use it to your advantage, especially if you wanted to sneak out of the house and see your friends

• derek could never say no to your piercing, blue puppy dog eyes

• you and derek's relationship was one of a kind - filled with love, trust, and a bond that could never be broken

• you love his hugs so much

• they’re strong, comforting and genuine

• they’re never loose and you’re often i’m his arms

• luke and you

• you’re more mature than luke and it shows pretty much all the time

• of course, you can be silly and funny, you get that from your mom

• but luke can be like a 12 year old boy sometimes

• you love him anyway

• you have a secret handshake that’s not so secret anymore because you do it like every time you meet

• the handshake has been alive since you were a little girl and it wasn’t going away anytime soon, no matter how old you get

• you and garcia spoil roxy all.the.time

• luke more times than not likes the things you get roxy

• and he’s very grateful for you and garcia

• you and tara have mutual respect and admiration for each other

• you have so much fun when you’re together, no matter how much time you’ve spent apart

• not that much time goes by without you seeing your second family

• tara is a great role model for you

• you admire the way she carries herself and the way she works, while still keeping her humorous and silly side when she’s with the people she loves

• tara is a great listener, and you come to her for guidance and advice

• you love to play pranks on spencer, and tara always joins in on the fun

• tara has definitely taught you self defense, and jj is eternally grateful for that

• (your mom has taught you some moves herself)

• you’re clever, more clever than most people your age, and tara is in awe of how you think and how your mind works

• you’re so grateful to have grown up with such a loving family

• a found family isn’t something every person has and you’re so happy to have them all by your side

• they’re such a great support system

• even though every day was a whirlwind of mixed emotions because of cases, the one thing that remained constant was the unconditional love you all share

• you’re so grateful for your mom for just being herself

• you have an overwhelming amount of love for her, your brothers and the team

[oldguardleatherdog]

For Father's Day:

"The One Decent Thing I Ever Did"

This is a monograph from 2015, previously posted here some time ago, a tale of my maternal grandmother, a below-zero winter night, the New York City subway West Side express during post-9/11, that mentions my father only in passing... and it's about my father.

THE ONE DECENT THING I EVER DID.

I.

A long time ago, during a time of struggle, I did one decent thing:

I'd just gotten on the subway in Midtown Manhattan on a brutal winter night, the No. 2 uptown express, when a couple with a small child boarded the car I was riding.

They were having a very loud conversation with their child (about four years old, I think) who was crying or somehow behaving in a way that was "bad". The mother took the belt from her jeans and raised her arm to strike her child with it.

Don’t ask me why I did this, but I rose from my seat, grabbed the mother’s arm mid-swing, and said, “As long as I am on this train, you will not hit that child with that belt.” She and the child’s father were stunned into silence for a moment as I made my way back to my seat.

Immediately after I sat down, the mother and father began leveling all kinds of vitriol my way, calling me every name in the book, including all the variations of “faggot” in use at the time. I just sat there, smiled wide, laughed loud, and shined ‘em on:

“You can call me ‘faggot.’ You can call me anything you like. Because every minute you focus on me, you are not beating that child with that belt.”

The crowded train car fell silent.

II.

Yuletide, 1982. I was in the service in Germany and took leave to see my grandmother in Florida. My grandfather had passed away the previous March, and something told me to seize the chance to see Grandma while she was still with us. I was only 20, born late in life to my parents, and never got to know my grandparents in the way my older brothers did.

We were in my Grandma's airy, air-conditioned Fort Lauderdale kitchen having coffee one morning when the rest of the family had gone out for breakfast. “Would you like a little pick-me-up in your cup, dear?” I laughed. “No thanks, Gramma, it's a little early for me.” The joys of Florida.

I'd had a rough upbringing by any measure - my father was first-gen shanty Irish born in the early 1920's with a mean spirit and a violent edge, mother not Irish but still violent - but at age 20 I hadn't yet realized just how rough it had been.

“You know,” I said to Grandma, “Harold and Evelyn did the best they could. I mean, I turned out all right, right?”

Grandma leaned back in her chair, took a nice drag off one of her unfiltered Camels, and said in her declarative New England way the words that always meant Listen up, you're about to hear gospel truth:

“Well, I'll tell ya, Joe.” I was all ears.

She took another hit off of her cigarette. “I held my tongue. More than once, I held my tongue.

“But one day, your mother and father were in the front yard with your grandfather and me, and I walked up to your father and said, “Harold, I just want to tell you something. It takes a real man to beat a child with a belt.”

...Wow.

I only wish she hadn’t held her tongue!

I sipped my coffee, looked for palmetto bugs on the lanai. “Grandma,” I said, “I'm all right.”

She looked away, and I saw the colors of the rainbow in the prism of her pendant.

III.

What was I doing on the 2 train heading uptown in the bitter blistering freezing cold New York winter?

Heading “home” – that is, to one of the many rundown firetrap SRO hotels paid by the City of New York to house homeless people with HIV. The City's AIDS regulations set the policy: if you showed up at the HIV center at 30th and 8th before 7 PM on a given day, New York City was obliged to find you housing for the same night and for the next 30 days in a row at the very least.

Strange - in those days, New York would house you but not feed you, and San Francisco would feed you but not house you. Come to think of it, that's the way it is these days.

My dank, filthy, crawling with roaches and vermin crack-house "shelter" was way uptown, near 96th and Broadway. (I had always dreamed about making it to Broadway, ha ha.)

96th Street and Broadway stop was next. The train car was still silent as the parents sat sullenly and the child - Jesus, he can't be older than 3 or 4 years old, I thought - was staring at me, no expression on his little face, but eyes wide as saucers.

The train screeched to a stop. I got up and headed to the door, passing the couple with the small child and the loose belt. They were silent and did not regard me as I passed; the child, I think, might have glanced at me, but I’m not sure. I knew that after I got off the train, or after they got off the train, that poor kid was probably going to get beaten. Severely.

Out the door and onto the bone-chilling platform at 96th Street. A young woman who had witnessed the mother wield that belt came up to me and said, “I’m so glad you did that, I wanted to say something, but I was too…” Her voice trailed off as the pained look on her face finished her thought.

“I understand,” I said to her as our eyes met in that New York way of speaking the unspeakable, then made my way up the stairs into the below-zero winter breezes of the Upper West Side of Manhattan.

What the hell, I thought as I made my way out of the station, I had nothing to lose. Those were dark times, desperate days. I'm no angel. But just once, on that long-ago Number 2 train, I was granted the grace to do one decent thing.

Animal J. Smith San Francisco, California July 22, 2015 and June 18, 2023 v2.0

My maternal grandparents, Ed and Ethel (Schirmer) Olson, Fort Lauderdale, Florida, c. 1980

[metalheadcowboy]

Turning a Harringrove Cowboy/Farm AU I wrote A LONGGGG time ago into an actual multi part/chapter fic, so here's the first part, enjoy!

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It was the spring of '84 when Steve Harrington first decided he hated Billy Hargrove with every damn bone in his body.

The beginning of that spring had been particularly rough in many ways. 

Steve's second senior year of high school was going quite a ways away from great, it seemed like no matter what his old man was pissed off about something or another, the calving season had only just started and it was going straight to shit. Oh, and on top of that, it was hotter than a witches tit outside, a record high in southern Indiana that year, great.

"Gah lee," Steve huffed as he fell flat on his rear, wiping the sweat off his forehead, with the part of his arm that wasn't covered in cow crap and god knows what, "That 'as one big son 've a bitch." The force of his collapse knocked his Stetson hat clean off, but he was quick to recover the rather expensive item he’d received for Christmas not too long ago. 

He slowly collected himself, pushing the medium tan leather down upon his dark, messy waves. He couldn’t help but blink his eyes a few times as he practically panted like a dog to will any form of cold into his body, "Yeah, 'll least this one's livin'," his dad remarked, and he couldn't disagree with that. Seemed like they'd had more still born calves than live ones this season.

" 'Ts only March, we've got a few months," The teen reminded, manifesting at least a shred of hope for the coming weeks. It wasn't that they didn't have calves other times of the year, they were just few and far between. Now was the time when they started raising a good sized herd to sell of at the beginning of next spring to support them most of the year round, besides the practical penny change they made selling their cows milk local, "Good job, mama," he praised the brown and white blotched animal next to him, already akin to new motherhood, licking her almost identical oversized calf like she knew nothing else.

Steve willed himself up off the ground onto shaky knees, this day had been one of his longest in a while. School on top of all the heifers seeming to want to calf at the exact same time. But as he looked past their property line, out into the marvelous bubblegum pink and creamsicle sunset, he found some sliver of peace.

Only the voice of his father snapped him out of his blissful moment of zoning out, seemed like he was doing a lot more of that lately "You best go wash up 'fer dinner, you know your ma ain't gon' have you at the table lookin' that way." He was right and Steve knew it, but he couldn't lie, a hot shower did sound pleasant on his aching joints.

He gave a quick "Yes sir," ending what was probably the tamest conversation they'd had in weeks, before making the short, yet long trek back to their homestead. He could see the lights on in the kitchen and living room, and as he got closer he came upon the silhouette of his mother washing her hands in the kitchen sink in the small window next to their side door.

He trotted up the last few stairs, smiling as he walked through the door to someone just as happy to greet him, "Well, look what the hot mess express brought in, my word sweetie," she said with no real malice, grinning at him like he was her pride and joy, which he was.

"Hi mama," he replied plainly, chuckling softly as she came over and pulled his nearly six foot frame down to her 5 '2 height for a kiss on the side of his head.

His chuckle turned into a full chested laugh when she made a fake gag of disgust, "You smell just 'bout right rank, son. You sure the heifers weren't the ones hackin' it up at your stink?" she teased and Steve just shook his head.

"Had my arm so far up one of 'em I'm prolly 'bout half cow any how," The brunette boy mimicked the struggle sticking his arm up the back end of a cow, to which Annette Harrington grimaced, "That's why I let you boys do your thing and I do mine," she gestured to the kitchen, which is what first alerted Steve to the smell of freshly made chicken pot pie sitting ready on the ceramic countertop. 

His eyes immediately lit up with pure delight, like a kid on Christmas morning, except he was nineteen and to some sad extent pot pie was the highlight of his week, “Mama you didn’t!” he exclaimed, about to go in for a big hug before remembering what he was covered in. 

Mrs. Harrington just shook her head, “Alright, go get cleaned up, the pie ain’t gon’ grow legs.” Within an instant Steve was racing off to his bedroom to grab a pair of pajamas and then to his bathroom to shower. 

And to say he was right would have been an understatement. Steve swore the hot stream of water that cascaded down his spine sent him into seventh heaven, easing out his jammed knee and stiff elbow with ease. 

He enjoyed his escape for about as long as the hot water lasted, a mere few minutes, but that was long enough for him. When he stepped out of the shower he shook his hair out like a wet dog, letting the towel he scrubbed his head with next catch the excess. Shortly after, he grabbed the comb up next to his sink, swiping the steam off the mirror to give his unruly mop a good brush through before quickly throwing on the pajamas he had grabbed prior. 

Steve practically burst through the bathroom door, following the promising scent of dinner, blatantly stopping in his tracks when he found something that was definitely not chicken pot pie. 

“Oh, Steven,” Oh boy, “We have someone we’d like ‘fer you to meet.” The smile on his moms face was sickeningly different from that she had on when welcoming him in from his chores. A lot less genuine and a lot more plastic, but still warm in the way it always was, it was just her nature. 

Steve didn’t say anything for a few seconds, taking in the atmosphere, his parents, that boy. He would be lying if he said the golden-haired figure standing between his folks didn’t look straight out of one of the magazines he’d seen the few times they went into the city. 

Striking icy blue eyes, rimmed with lashes that damn near put any woman’s to shame. Thick brows somehow shaped to perfection, lain a top skin so perfectly sun kissed and freckled with intent. Steve had to force himself to shake these thoughts, knowing how damn stupid he must have looked gawking like an idiot. But that didn’t push away the confusion he felt as his heart seemed to pick up at the statuesque mystery man standing before him. 

“If they’d ‘a told me we were having’ company I would’ve thought to dress a ‘lil nicer ‘n this,” he remarked, cheeks burning a bit with embarrassment, feeling almost stark naked in his pajama pants and plain white t-shirt. He huffed out a short breath when the guy in front of him gave him a rather unconvincing pity laugh, parents following suit, “Ain’t no skin off my back, ‘m sure we’ll see each other in worse,” the radiant boy replied, once again leaving Steve baffled, but maybe that’s just what he did. 

“Names Billy by the way, Billy Hargrove” the boy- Billy extended his hand for Steve to take and he did, taking the few steps forward to give his hand a proper shake before returning the favor, “Steve Harrington, pleasure’s mine,” he replied simply with a short nod of his head. 

His father seemed pleased enough by this interaction, though Steve could never really tell, he always had this sort of stone cold thing going on. 

There was a beat of somewhat awkward silence before Annette interjected, “How about some homemade pot pie?” she offered, with a prompt clap of her hands, sending her boys and their guest to the dinner table. Normally Steve would have been beaming, ready to talk and talk and talk about anything and everything under the sun, but suddenly he wasn’t exactly in the mood. 

“Well, Billy we really are glad to have ya here,” Mr. Harrington continued in the tone he only used around guests or, really, people he was trying to impress. The sickeningly sweet, layered on false happiness and enthusiasm that made Steve’s stomach hurt, “Yeah, ‘ll y’know my old man’s been rearin’ to get me out of the house since the second I stepped foot outta school,” Hm, so he was older, “Since I graduated early ‘n all, couldn’t happen fast ‘nough.” The lanky boy nearly spit out his water, choking in an awkward way to where it came halfway up his nose and made his eyes water. 

Steve coughed it out a bit before bringing his napkin up to his face, watery eyes of shame blinking themselves dry, “Y’ alright there cowboy?” Cowboy, Steve looked up at the smirk on the other boy’s face and had to hold back a sneer. The last thing he needed tonight was to get into it with his dad while they had company over. 

“ ‘M fine, thanks,” he mumbled, feeling the short- lived rage in his stomach settle when his mother brought the meal over just in time, “Shall we?” she chimed in a sing-song tone, that wasn’t anything like his fathers, hers was genuine. Because if there was one thing about Annette Harrington, she didn’t have a mean bone in her body for anyone, unless they messed with her family. 

Steve tuned out the prayer, forehead pressed solidly against his hands clasped so tight his knuckles were about ghostly white. He was just wondering when this Billy guy was going to leave so this night could be over. But of course, just when the brunette thought the topic might change, of course, even after the prayer, his father, John, had to dwell. 

“I’ll say that’s right impressive, y’know Steve here’s held back a year, he’s ‘sposed to have graduated by now, but,” Mr. Harrington shrugged as he dug into his dinner. His son sat there halfway gobsmacked, halfway offended, but he should’ve expected such. 

Steve scoffed, “Only ‘cus you got me doin’ half your work every day. I barely got time for anythin’ else,” he mumbled under his breath just loud enough for the table to hear as he stared down at his mashed potatoes. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel his fathers eyes boring into his skull like laser beams. 

Steve’s mom just looked at him with a disappointed expression, but didn’t interject because she knew good and well it was true, “ ‘F that’s whatcha really think ‘n you’ll be happy to hear you won’t have to do it no more.” Steve’s eyebrows practically shot up his forehead and through his hairline. 

What the hell was he talkin’ ‘bout?

“Huh?” Was all he could manage before his dad excitedly cut off whatever he was planning to say next, “Well what else do you think we got Billy here for, looks?” This gave everyone but Steve a good laugh, he didn’t see any reason to be laughing right now. 

“ ‘N just what ‘o you mean by that?” He was so blinded by anger that he couldn’t even think about eating the pot pie his sweet mother had made, but he’d get over that guilt. He couldn’t say the same for the fury burning deep within him. He looked over at Billy who looked smug as ever, chewing on a bit of his food, sneaky eyes peeking out of the rim of his rather ratty looking Resistol. Oh what he would give right now to punch that smug look right off that pretty boy face. 

John Harrington gave Steve the look, his signature look that said ‘I dare you to go testin’ me, boy’ and if there was ever a time for that it would be now, “Steve, you’ve been slacking lately ‘n we both know it, son.” Steve went to open his mouth but got cut off, again, “ ‘N I figured having Billy stay here ‘n work with me ‘d give you the time off to do sumn else. Like helpin’ your mom ‘round the house, you did always seem… better suited for those things.” 

This couldn’t be fuckin’ for real, “John-,” his mom tried to scold. 

There’s no way his dad just basically called him a sissy, not after-

“I had my hand up a cow’s ass ‘fer you today, ‘n then you’re gonna go sayin’ that- that bullshit?” Steve burst, knowing he would no doubt have to pay for these words later. He felt tears pricking the corners of his eyes, not from guilt, not from shame, but of pure, unfiltered rage. But what really put salt in the wound was looking over at Billy, whose subtle smirk had far faltered, turning into something more innocent, more regretful. Like this wasn’t all his own damn fault in the first place. 

Everything’s so unfair, this is so unfair. Not only did he feel hurt, but he felt embarrassed, having his dad say those things about him, basically calling him a sissy, in front of his own mother. 

“Steven-” he heard his father try to reprimand, but Steve refused to take it. Instead, he stood up abruptly, the straightening of his knees sent his chair flying backwards against the wall. He would have cringed at the sound if he weren’t so genuinely pissed. 

He was able to hold the tears in until he turned around, then it was like the dam just… burst. He felt a whine work its way up his throat, but he willed it back down, swallowing what last bit of pride he had left down with it. 

Could a sissy do that? Maybe Steve didn’t want the answer to that. 

He didn’t know what was going on, he’d never felt this was, this upset, this angry. He didn’t understand. He practically glid to his room, socked feet moving so fast he wasn’t sure whether or not he was actually taking real steps. And, frankly, he didn’t care, just wanted to be away. 

When he made it to his room, he closed his door behind him and flopped down onto his bed, stomach down, choking on his own hushed sobs. It made him feel like a child again, pathetic, small, lonely. He turned on his side and curled in on himself a bit, clinging on to whatever little bit of comfort he could. 

Through wallowing in his own self pity, he barely heard the faint mewl coming from behind him. He just groaned, hoping maybe if he ignored it long enough it, or rather she, would go away. 

“Meooowww.” He should’ve known better, it was his fault for locking her in there with him anyways. 

“Oh, Ginger,” he sighed, stuffy nose making him sound all nasally. And it was as if that was the permission the rather plump orange tabby needed to jump up on top of him like he was her human pillow, “Cain’t a man even have a few seconds alone.” To that, of course, she meowed at him in protest, ever the chatterbox. 

Steve quickly accepted his defeat to the tubby cat when she somehow still gracefully jumped off his ribs and onto the empty spot in bed next to him. The pale light of bright stars shining through his window, reflecting off of Ginger’s big round saucer eyes were the only thing giving his room any light. But it didn’t matter because soon after he shut his own eyes, focusing on the purring of the seemingly content cat next to him, half wishing to disappear, half wishing to go back out there and beat Billy to a pulp. Even if only for existing.

Billy, stupid Billy and his stupid white teeth and his stupid pretty eyes and his stupid everything.

Fuck this dinner, fuck this day, and most importantly fuck Billy Hargrove.

[elvhenprince]

enduring love

one night while camping, blackwall asks sulevin about his vallaslin 485 words

Another night out in the wilderness wasn't a foreign thing to Sulevin. He returned to camp from his bath at the river with a loose tunic, minding that the others were far more bothered by his nudity than he himself.

Blackwall and Solas seemed to be in casual conversation by the campfire. As Sulevin sat down with them, the Warden seemed intrigued by the way the light danced on his vallaslin, the glow of the flame illuminating the sheen of gold ink.

“Those tattoos.. did it hurt getting em?” Blackwall asked curiously.

From his periphery, he saw Solas raising a brow at Blackwall, but he answered anyway. “Yes, it did.”

Blackwall ducked his head, sheepishly looking down at his hands when he realised the answer was rather obvious. “Right. Stupid question.”

“You wish to learn,” Sulevin said. If he had any judgement, he did not show it. “Ask and I will answer.”

Blackwall hesitated, seeming to feel enough of a fool for a night. But Sulevin’s gaze never left him, and eventually he spoke again.

“Right. Usually, your people only have ‘em on the face. Is there some meaning to having it all the way down to your chest?”

“To me alone it does. It was my choice. I wanted to show my dedication to my people. That I am willing to endure for them.”

“...Makes sense. It’s a worthy goal.”

“It is quite the statement,” Solas agreed. “What was your clan's reaction to your choice?”

“My father - the Keeper - disagreed at first,” Sulevin admitted. “Pain does not make people, he said. Love does. He would only agree if I vowed to allow him to guide me through the whole process, in the preparation, the rite itself, and the healing after. And he would stop immediately if he felt the need to.”

‘You are a child of the people as much as any other born to us,’ Keeper Deshanna had said, a hand cupping his son’s jaw. ‘I do not wish to see my son in pain. Trust me to guide you through hardship, instead. And trust me to care for you as you heal.’

It was only then Sulevin realised what he was asking of his own father - to inflict needless pain on him.

“When the rite was done, I had shown not only my ability to endure, but to trust. I let him care for me as I healed.”

His words seemed to have quite the effect on the older men, both of them contemplating his father’s words in silence. Blackwall took a sip of his tankard in thought.

“My sister thought I was stupid,” he continued drily. “Now she thinks I just wanted to get people looking at my chest.”

Blackwall spewed out his drink, and the flames crackled higher as the alcohol fuelled it.

“No reason why it cannot serve both purposes,” Solas spoke in jest, waving a hand to calm the campfire.

[beuhakkaka]

🌊The Sirens Song🌊

The legend of the siren had been born of the sea, hatching from her vast mystery and deadly depths. In turn, this tale was often told on the sea. It was a story that pirates and sailors alike would share with their crewmates on stormy, dark nights; spinning the tale of the siren. 

It was quite a terrifying legend, one filled with fear and death. The tale was often accompanied with one too many cups of rum and a hearty laugh. But the legend was just that, a legend. Such a fantastical creature could never truly ever exist; it simply wasn't logically possible.

But the ocean...the ocean did not care for logic and lie. 

The ocean was the ocean, and science had no dwelling there.

The drunken old captain let out a hearty chuckle, his grin spreading beneath his beard. He slammed his mug against the wooden counter, rum drops splattering onto the wood.  

"Ohoh! Yes, the tale of the ocean beast, a mighty good one if ye ask me.”  

He held up his burly hands, using them to gesture.  

“The ferocious creatures 're called sirens you see, and they be said to be bigger than even a boat! Big fellows they be, even bigger teeth,” He chuckled darkly as one of his newest crewmates paled. He leaned in, enunciating his every word with a dramatic flair. “That ain't even all of it. They sing ye woes, tugging at ye’r deepest desire with their song. They promise to give ye joy, but the moment you get close enough” He slapped his hands together as he yelled “BAM! They snatch you up in their big clawed hands, dragging the unsuspecting folk down, then they disappear into the briney deep, never to be heard of again..." 

The captain finished off his words with a dramatic emphasis, chuckling as he stroked his beard. A young sailor shivered, grasping his sides as he responded. 

"Blimey, don't matter how many times I hear it, still shakes me to me bone..." 

The captain slapped his back, nearly throwing the young sailor off his seat as he began laughing loudly. 

"Aye! As it should young lad, don't want ye guard to be let down..."

The bar maiden smiled tiredly. The captain really enjoyed making his new crewmates nervous, didn't he? She wondered why. 

She wiped at the splattered rum with a rag, chuckling softly and shaking her head. At least it was entertaining, sure did brighten up the normally dreary bar. 

Before she could run off to wipe down the other side of the bar, the captain directed a question at her.  

“Say lassie, you live round these parts don't ye? Tell me, ever seen a siren?” He grins.  

The woman's eyes widened a little, she wasn't used to the pirates addressing her, especially if it's just for her opinion. She quickly recovered from the momentary shock and plastered on an award winning smile, 

“Ah, well, I've seen plenty of fish in my life, but sirens? N-none Im aware of” she chuckled nervously. 

The captain sighed, “shame, I was thinkin’ since you live near the deep, you may have seen one”  

She simply shrugged, giving the captain another nervous smile. “Well, it's possible other folks have seen ‘em. I’ve just been a tad bit too busy to go siren seeing…”  

She was met with silence.  

Taking note of the lull in the conversation, she bid her goodbye to the old pirate, rushing off to go clean more tables.  

Manning a bar that pirates often congregated around wasn't an easy one, and the young lass could be considered quite brave for it. But she didnt think it all that difficult. Not compared to other occupations atleast.

The young woman's name was Annora, and she was quite the unique figure; both physically and socially. She had long, vibrant red hair, and equally vibrant green eyes. 

Yet despite how fiery her hair was, she was a very quiet individual. Quiet, but diligent, making sure the customers had plenty to drink and eat if requested.

These pirates were quite a lot for one quiet girl to handle, loud too- but, at least they drank a lot. Meant her pay may go up a few mora today. 

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When the pirates finally left, the woman sighed. 

She was exhausted, yes, but they had tipped well so she didn't mind. Plus, the bonus she may receive from their drunken habits made her mood lift even more. Mora always made things better.  

So as she was closing up, she had a happy tune playing in her head, whistling as she locked the door. 

She inhaled the crisp salty air, and then took a pause. 

Her keys dangled at her side as she stared at the oceans dark waters.

She had just finished work, and was completely wiped out; yet the sea beckoned her. 

...maybe she could squeeze in some time for star gazing.

She looked up at the starry sky, taking in the stars positions and assuming the time. 

She smiled. 

She would have ample time to stargaze before sunrise. She ought to get to it though if she wanted a decent view. 

She smiled to herself and skipped along the pavement to her little cabin.

She lived in a quaint little town on the coast, it was quite an isolated area, and was mainly known for its delicious fish. It was also known as a great checkpoint for sailors. 

Out of all the little sea towns bordering Mondstat, this place was frequented most by sailors and pirates. It was a great place to refill supplies while also enjoying the delicious fish cuisine.

The frequent visits to the small town meant sightings of "merfolk" and "sirens" were quite rampant. She wouldn't be surprised if the place the legends all began was here.  

Annora knew they were all merely fairy tales, as she had lived here her whole life and had never seen something even close to what people describe. 

But even if all those sightings were just drunken hallucinations, Annora quite enjoyed listening to the ramblings. It was fun to imagine the world being filled with mystique and magic. Even if that magic happened to lure people to their death. 

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With Annoras stargazing supplies all in order, she began her trek to her favorite lookout spot. Many liked to stargaze at the forest, but she knew better than to stargaze there. If you really want a good view, the cliffs are where you should go. It was clear up there, and the light pollution was nonexistent. Most of the time people were a little too nervous to dare the hike, and the isolation was rather nerve wracking, but she didn't mind. She quite enjoyed the long trek, even if she normally ended up with a scrape or two; and the silence only added to the ambience. But even if she didnt like being so far away from town, the view was completely worth it. 

Basking in the moonlight, she stepped out from the bushy trees and onto the cliff's edge.

The view was stunning. 

Dark, nearly black water reflected the stars and moon. Giving the whole environment an almost dream like glow. 

Staring out at the vast oceans rippling blue, she let out a happy sigh. She never felt at home, not truly, unless she was here.  

She trudged through the tall grass, nearly tripping a few times as she navigated the uneven terrain. 

She walked to the very edge, staring down at the rocky banks. The waves crashed against the boulders, frothing as it was pulled back in.  

Truthfully, the heights were the only thing about this location that made her nervous. That's why she preferred to sit a few feet back. She took a step back, shaking her head to shove away any anxiety. She can't get all anxious when she has stars to chart! 

Once she found a nice place, she began to set herself up. 

She flipped the bucket she held upside down for a makeshift seat, and pulled out her spyglass, her arguably most valuable possession.

She plucked her little note pad up from her bag, and got her feather pen ready to write. 

Once everything was unpacked and set up, she held the spyglass up to her eye, and aimed it towards the sky. She smiled, naming the stars she knew by heart quietly to herself. 

The ones she didnt recognize she jotted down for later research. 

She settled in for a long night of sky searching with a calm smile on her lips. 

Hours passed by and Annora simply continued to watch, jotting down interesting observations. 

Once she was ready to head home, she stood up to collect her things. 

But...something made her take pause. 

Subtly, and quietly, a breeze blew by. But this breeze wasnt silent as all the others had been. 

No, this one was carrying along a sound she had never heard before.

Was it a song? 

She focused in. 

The mystique to it made her question its origin, and what it even was. 

It wasn't a sound any human would ever be able to make. Nor did it sound like any instrument she had ever heard. 

But she could tell clearly enough that it was indeed a *voice*. 

The tongue of this voice was also something she had heard before, yet her heart lurched immediately, like somewhere deep down, she did know what it was. 

To say it was strange was an unsettling, yet she couldnt find it in herself to leave. 

The voice was almost eerily beautiful, drawing her soul towards it and cradling her in warmth; plucking gently at her heart, resonating with her very being. 

She gently placed down her spyglass, standing up slowly with wide, watery eyes.  

She needed to know what, or who was creating this melody. 

She wiped at her eyes, looking around. 

The song was all encompassing, yet so subtle. She couldnt tell where it was coming from... 

She took a step forward, and the song suddenly became louder. Her heart thrummed alongside the rhythm.

There.

She took another step, her eyes glazing over as her hair began to billow in the wind.  

Every step she took, the song became louder, encompassing her very soul.  

She stood there on the cliff's edge, tiny pebbles shaken loose and falling to the crashing waves. 

Here. The sound was coming from here. 

But she didnt see anyone. 

Annoras gaze slowly tilted downwards. 

There, right below the cliff's edge, leaning against the mountain like a tiger ready to pounce, lay a creature. A creature beyond Annoras wildest nightmares. Its body easily scaled the cliff she stood atop, his head only stopping a few feet below the edge. 

Its eyes snapped to hers, giant turquoise pupils swimming with something she could only describe as animalistic hunger. Its entire form was so massive, she was unable to even fully comprehend it.  

Before she could even attempt to understand what she was seeing, that giant realized he had been seen, and suddenly that creature's hand was shooting upwards towards her.  

The moment he moved, a shrill shriek ripped out from her throat. Any trance she had been put in shattered immediately as she threw herself back, tumbling backwards into the dirt.  

She fell on her back with a thud, just narrowly avoiding the massive hand as it  slammed into the cliff side's surface with a loud thud. She stifled another scream as the ground beneath her rumbled at the strength. 

Its fingers were comparable to nothing except maybe tree trunks, being both wider and taller than her. They curved against the dirt; scraping at the earth's flesh with its shovel like nails as it searched for her. Those claws were not nearly as dull as a shovel's edge though, no, they looked like razors, honed to perfection for hunting.  

The nails dug deep into the dirt, wide lines of division following the creatures recede. The hand slowly slipped off the cliff's edge, and a massive sigh erupted from the horrifying creature below.  

“I missed…”  

The voice…she recognized it. That sweet melody had come from the same creature. But how could something so terrifying sound so wonderful?

That didnt didnt matter though. Not right now. Not when she could feel death knocking at her door. 

She scrambled up onto her feet, nearly tripping over herself as she made a hasty escape. Not even daring to look back as she feared meeting those hunrgy eyes again.

She dashed away, chest heaving as her feet carried her far from danger. 

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I've been utterly destroyed by Siren Venti so I had to write, even if it isnt mermay yet!!! Y'all just have to put up with it.

Thanks @slumberingiant for inspiring and fueling my disaster

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[moosekateer13]

Chapter 6: Lover

2 weeks later…

I'm back at work but it's been hard working. Jared is being such a worrywart. Even if I look a little tired, he stops filming and tells me to go sit down.

“Jared love I'm fine we are wasting daylight we have one more scene before lunch. I'll take my break then.” I said.

Heat rises in cheeks clearly embarrassed at his actions.

“Sorry Y/N I just wasn't around as much with my other 3 kids before they were born. Since I was out-of-town filming. I want to be more involved this time,” Jared replied. 

“I completely understand and I don't have any issues with that. Just don't overdo it.” I said with a smile.

20 mins later…

The scene was finally filmed and we had to go to Jensen's brewery for lunch.

Gen, Misha, Mark and Jensen for lunch. It feels good to finally have some time together. Danneel and Holy would have joined us but they had other things that needed to be looked after. The twins came home early because they started feeling sick. So Danneel is home with them. Holy got a call from a production company to talk about the script she wrote for her latest project. It's too bad I was looking forward to seeing them.

Gen greets me with a hug as soon as I get there. We've gotten pretty close. It feels good that we are friends. I didn't know how things would turn out when Jared and I started dating.

Jared has already pulled out my chair for me to sit down. 

Gen smiles and giggles.

“He's overdoing it again, isn't he? Jared dotes on people he cares about. Even more so when they are pregnant.” Gen said nonchalantly.

I feel the heat rising in my cheeks at her remarks. We didn't tell anyone apart from our parents. She's pretty perceptive about things. 

“Perceptive as always Gen. We are expecting about a month along now,” I replied with a smile. She seems extra excited more than us. She gives us a list of stores to go to and insists on throwing us a baby shower. An orange tabby brushing against my leg interrupts our conversation. It's Jensen and Holy’s cat Tangerine. I pick her up and set her on my lap.

Gino comes running in. 

“Oh, sorry Y/N I had her in the break room and she just ran off,” Gino said.

“It's okay I don't mind, I've always liked cats and wanted one. Just never got the chance between my career and Em. It didn't give me much time. Aren't you gorgeous Tangerine? You can sit on my lap for a bit, I don't mind.” I said. She happily purrs in my lap.

Jared smiles at me. I know that look all too well. It means he's up to something. I wonder what it is this time.

Chapter 7:

[thehoneybuzz]

I got my first tattoo when I was 22 years old. My big brother came for a visit - we’d been best friends living on opposite coasts for 2 years by then. A giant Samoan gentleman named Buffalo kept the shop open late to bestow my first ink - a small elephant on my rib cage. Elephants communicate across continents, and it felt good to capture that kind of forever with my brother by my side. We’d always be there for each other - even if just through rumblings. My first tattoo meant “I love you” to my brother.

Just a year later I’d get the country of Iceland tattooed on my calf. I wanted to memorialize the trip I’d taken there. I had traveled by myself to a foreign country and scuba dived between the earth's tectonic plates in a glacial lake. I put the Icelandic word for love - “elska” in the outline of the continent because Iceland wasn’t just the setting of my first solo adventure. A boy named Ian Tanzer would show up 5 days into that trip and bend what he could of his broken knees. He proposed behind a waterfall. We celebrated in hot springs and by feeding Oreos to Icelandic horses. I felt I found my whole heart in Iceland. I found myself and my soul mate on its shores. My second tattoo meant “I love you” to me and the man I’d marry.

My third tattoo was a symbol from the Harry Potter series - the Deathly Hallows. I got it at 24 when my best friend, Reece, and I found ourselves back home together. Reece and I became best friends in the fifth grade when he was told to clean the chalkboard at recess. I offered to stay behind and help, a real Hermione Granger. Somehow our board cleaning devolved into a 409 war. We shot the cleaning material across the entire classroom, and when class resumed we were all but doused in bleach. Our friendship was born of mischief. He and I would wait in line together at every midnight release of the Potter series - at bookstores and movie theaters, alike. We’d be in Europe together, as sophomores in high school, for the release of the 5th movie. Not to spoil it for you - but Sirius Black dies. I sobbed into Reece’s shoulder outside the London theater. It wouldn’t be the last time I’d need that shoulder. My third tattoo - which later grew to read “mischief managed” meant “I love you” to my best friend.

That’s when it happened.

About 6 months later I was marrying my husband, and I couldn’t keep the secret anymore. I couldn’t walk into that next phase of my life without being honest. So. 3 days before my wedding I told my dad I had tattoos. I knew he wouldn’t like it. My brother's tattoos had strained their relationship - but my brother was also living under my fathers roof. I reasoned that since I was independent and doing well on my own (at 22, 23, and 24) that his usual arguments wouldn’t apply. I knew he’d be mad. I didn’t know it would be our last real conversation - that he wouldn’t attend my wedding. At 30 we are fully estranged.

And today is his birthday.

And five years after he’s turned his heart from me I still wish I could wish him a happy birthday. That’s grief.

I’ve got more tattoos now then I did five years ago. I added the flowers of my wedding bouquet to my rib cage. I covered my Iceland tattoo, but I love that it’s still almost there. It sits beneath Mount Rainier, a compass that points NorthWest, and a triangle outlined by lilacs. I missed my home more than I loved Iceland. Now I’ve climbed the mountain I honored on my skin. I got a bee on my ass that reminds me to “live one life” as an homage to a spirit quest taken solo in Peru. Not to mention the pilot I’ve got on my quad - I think that one might be more of a self-portrait than any of ‘em. Who I see myself as when I fly. The color wheel on my forearm is my favorite and most useful. Oh - and a few stars on my wrist as another nod to Harry Potter. I know. One Harry Potter tattoo is enough, but two felt better. Reece got a matching one within a week of mine, of course.

I wear myself on my skin, and at the site of it my creator turned from me. That hurts. It also gives you superpowers. I have been made stronger for this - so I have to be grateful for it. The last words I said to my father were this.

He asked if I would do it differently now. Knowing what I know - knowing how hurt he was - knowing that it would lead to (at that point) a year of not speaking - would I do it all the same?

I looked him in the eye and said, “I would not change the tenets of my character for you or anyone.” And that was that.

If someone turns from you in your power - they are not meant for you. And it’s not wrong for you to let them go. That’s the lesson I learned from my father. I don’t know why - but he could not see me. He likely never will. And that’s okay.

Because I am okay. I am healing and grieving. But - also - creating something beautiful.

So Happy Birthday, Dad. And fuck you

[midwestmade29]

My first request 🥰

This little number was written for the anonymous request I received the other day! I hope that they enjoy what I came up with. While this story lacks the spicy content I usually write, it was nice to branch out and try something new. So, thank you for the request…let’s hope I did this right 😂

(Here is the original request from anonymous:

I personally would love to see a Christian Cage x (Possibly?) A Pregnant!Wife Reader, maybe the reader is pregnant and Christian’s valet (kinda like the Miz & Maryse) and she’s stressing at Ringside during a match that happens involving Christian’s little Crew (Him, Lucha, & Nick)?)

This story contains minor swearing, pregnancy, slight description of labor pain(s). Read at your own discretion.

Y/N- your name

O/B- obstetrician (A physician who cares for women and their baby during pregnancy and childbirth)

Word count: 1,343

Divider is from @saradika

GIF credit: @junglehooks

A Labor of Love 💕

Christian and I had countless conversations about me joining him, Luchasaurus and Nick for his “write off” match that was happening next week on Dynamite. I wanted nothing more than to be ringside supporting him, cheering him and the guys on (and maybe even causing a little mischief for their opponents) but Christian was 100% against it. I know he was just being protective of me and our baby growing inside of me, but I knew this would be the last match I would be able to accompany him to the ring before our baby would be born. He also knew that I wasn’t going to give up on this until I got him to change his mind. To the rest of the world Christian was the biggest ill-tempered asshole, but when it came to me (and our baby) he was a complete softie. I loved being able to know that side of him.

“Y/N, what if something were to happen and go wrong? I just want you and the baby to be safe. It’s too risky for you to be out there with all 6 of us in the middle of the chaos. I won’t be able to keep an eye on you or keep you out of harm’s way.” He explained.

I couldn’t help but to let out a frustrated sigh. “This isn’t my first rodeo, Christian. I know what to do and where I need to be. I really want to be there since neither of us will be traveling with AEW after this match because the baby will be here soon. Please, just trust me. I need to do this for you and for me.” I pleaded. We sat in silence for a few minutes before I spoke again. “What if we ask my O/B at my appointment in a couple days if they think it’s a good idea or not? Let them decide if I’m in the clear to join you. Would that help make you feel better about it?” “I don’t think it would take all my worry away, but yes that’s a good idea. If the doctor says it’s okay, then I will trust their judgement, and yours.” I squealed with delight and threw my arms around Christian’s neck, causing my baby bump to nudge his stomach. Christian smiled at my excitement and placed his hand on my bump, marveling at the sudden kicks he felt against it. “Your mother is the most stubborn and determined person I’ve ever met. If you come out with the same fiery qualities she has, I’m in trouble.”

“You ready baby?” I asked Christian as we stood backstage in gorilla position. I knew how nervous he still was about having me ringside even though my doctor gave us the green light last week. Christian would be missing the next 6-8 weeks because of the baby, and I was bound and determined to make tonight special for him. Little did I know how “special” the night was going to turn out…

Luchasaurus and Nick stood nearby, stretching, and psyching themselves up while I tried my best to calm Christian’s mind. “You’ve worked so hard to get here baby. I’m so proud of you! I’ll be fine, and so will the baby. Now get your DILF ass out there and give em’ hell!” He kissed me fiercely before leaning down and kissing my baby bump too. The opponent’s music hit right before they went through their tunnel and down the ramp towards the ring. There was a small pause before Christian’s music started vibrating through the arena, causing him to instantly tap even more into his villainous persona before leading the 4 of us up the steps to the tunnel. Performing was like a second nature to me, so just like Christian had done, I flipped a switch and turned on the bad bitch persona I was so good at portraying. I placed my hands on Luchasaurus and Nick, parting them as I made my way in between and took my place right next to Christian. I plastered the biggest and brightest smile on my face while lacing my fingers with Christian’s as we walked down the ramp.

It was about 8 minutes into the match and the guys were rocking and rolling. I kept my distance from the busy spots in and around the ring while playing my part perfectly. Right on cue, I started distracting the ref so Christian could hit his opponent with the TNT belt Nick had tossed to him. I was yelling and waving my arms in the air manically, doing my best to keep the ref’s eyes on me for a few moments longer. When he threatened to throw me out from ringside, I hopped up and down throwing a tantrum, pleading my case for him to let me stay. The damage in the ring was already done, so I waved off the ref, allowing him to return his focus to the match.

Everything was going smoothly until Luchasaurus nailed Christian with a tail whip when the opponent he was aiming for ducked out of the way. Christian stumbled back into the pads of the turnbuckle, completely dazed before sitting down. My first instinct was to go apeshit on the asshole who ducked out of the way, but I went after Luchasaurus instead. (I blame the pregnancy hormones) I had fury in my eyes as I climbed onto the apron and began yelling at Luchasaurus for not being more careful, cursing at him and getting in his face. Nick rushed over and tried to calm me down, but I quickly put that little boy in his place. The more he spoke, the more my urge to slap him grew. When I reared my hand back, Nick recoiled but lucky for him Luchasaurus grabbed hold of my wrist, stopping my hand from making contact with Nick’s face. If looks could kill, that dinosaur would be dead right now because I was staring daggers at him.

The ref had enough of my behavior and tossed my ass out. Of course I threw a fit all the way up the ramp until I reached the backstage area. I was a little winded from all my theatrics, so I tried to catch my breath as I watched the match on the tv in the back. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my lower back, around my hips and to my lower belly. The surprise of it caused me to gasp and white knuckle grip the table next to me so I could steady myself. “What the hell was that?!” I whispered to myself. “This is not happening right now…” Another wave of pain radiated through my lower half, this time causing me to drop to my knees. Kris Statlander saw what had happened and rushed over to my side, full of concern. “Y/N! Are you okay?” “I…I think I’m in labor. Help me stand…p-please. I need to get my phone so I can get ahold of my doctor.” I spoke as calmly as I could through gritted teeth. Kris helped me to my feet, holding on to my arm giving me support. I didn’t even notice that Christian’s match had ended until I saw him running towards me. “Are you alright, Y/N? Is the baby okay? What’s going on?” he asked breathlessly. “I think the little s-show I put on with Luchasaurus and Nick might’ve caused me to go into labor.”

Christian’s face turned a little pale as he stood in front of Kris and I in shock. It took Kris snapping her fingers and a boop on his nose for him to come back down to Earth. “You okay there, Dad?” she asked him playfully. Christian’s brows knitted together as he gave her a dirty look, but his face softened when he turned his attention to me. “I’ll put the fact that I was right about it not being a good idea for you to be ringside tonight on the back burner temporarily. Now, let’s go meet our baby!”

Thanks for reading 🖤