#and how fit n my dad's parenting styles are similar in the way that they are very open about their never ending love n dedication

[lilbirdblu]

i admittedly dont watch fit's streams very often because him & ramon are the sole family that reminds me that i didnt actually survive my childhood w/o some sort of daddy issues

so as im working on his character's playlist it fucking. hits me like a spear to the chest that the song that always reminds me of my dad is also very applicable to q!fit

[beauvibaby]

all I could ever want – t.seguin

a/n: part 2 of there won’t be anyone else!! I definitely prefer the first part of this story, but I also love this one because it’s just straight fluff 😌

Word count: 2.9k

“Mommy!” Willow squealed in delight, running into the kitchen to see you, Tyler had picked her up from preschool on his way home from practice. “Willow!” You mimicked, laughing as she hugged your legs, “did you have a good day?” You asked with a grin, Tyler chuckled, “Miss Laura is having a baby.” Tyler spoke for her. Willow nodded excitedly, “aw, that’s great.” You smiled, hoisting Willow up to sit on the counter. “I want you to have a baby, mommy.” She spoke honestly, giving her dad a weird look when he choked on his water, you snickered at him. “Maybe.” You shrugged her comment off, thankful for her short attention span, she was asking to go play with the dogs as she wiggled her way into your arms to be put down on the ground. “Go ahead.” Tyler nodded her off and she went barreling towards the living room where the dogs were innocently napping, poor boys.

“What was that reaction for?” You asked once it was just the two of you, he mumbled something under his breath, “talk like an adult, Tyler.” You teased him, resting a hand on your hip as you gave him a stern look. “I just didn’t think she was going to want a sibling, she loves having all the attention.” He sighed, “plus my baby is too little to want another baby in the house.” He pouted dramatically. Ah, the real reasoning coming out. “Yeah, but you always said you wanted more kids, and you know I would be happy with a full house, so.” You trailed off, kind of disappointed by his lackluster reaction. “You still want to have more kids right?” You asked when he didn’t speak, finally locking your eyes on his. “Yes, of course.” He rushed, “after the wedding?” He offered, seeing your smile turn up, “really?” You gasped like a child. You wrapped your arms around his neck, “I don’t want you to think I don’t want more babies with you.” He smirked, kissing your pouted lips, “I was just so caught off guard.” He admitted honestly, his normal attitude coming back through.

You had to cut him some slack, thinking of how hard it was for him when Willow’s mom was pregnant, she didn’t want him involved in anything he wasn’t able to be apart of it up until the last second, it was like a switch flipped and suddenly she decided she wasn’t fit to raise a baby. As selfish as it sounds, you were so grateful for how it turned out, because at the end of the day you knew she was getting the best life possible with you and Tyler.

“Me too, honestly, I’m surprised she hasn’t asked how the baby gets in a woman’s stomach.” You quipped, Tyler groaned, “I can’t even think about that.” He muttered in defeat, kissing the side of your head. When he pulled away, you had a giddy smile on your face, “what?” He asked you suspiciously. “I can’t wait to have a baby with you.” You admitted, watching his nerves melt away. You knew Tyler, and you knew he was a worrier, even if he didn’t voice it, right now he was probably running over every horror story he’s heard about complicated pregnancies. “God you’re gonna look so beautiful.” He muttered, a glint in his eyes, you knew then, that it was all going to be ok, even if he was a nervous wreck. Which part of you thought he would be.

***

You stood by the window of your bridal suite, dressed in your gown and veil, one of the photographers getting photos of you looking out, coincidentally, in the open garden below you, Tyler was doing his first look with Willow, something the photographer had brought up to you, and you jumped on it. Those pictures would be cherished forever, Tyler really didn’t know what Willow was going to be dressed in, but you watched as he turned around and saw his little girl, who didn’t look so little, in a dusty rose colored dress, long lace sleeves and a nice puffy skirt, per her request. Her curls tamed beautifully for once as she actually let the hair stylist apply some products to them. Your grin was wide as he gasped, looking at her and she bounced over to him, you could see her mouth moving and you could only imagine how she was rambling on and on about her dress. A habit he swears she picked up from you.

“Y/N? You ready to head down?” Your maid of honor, your best friend Y/F/N asked, giving you a once over. You smoothed out your dress once more, looking down at the trumpet style gown. “Yeah.” You sniffled, fanning at your face. You and Tyler opted not to do a first look, you wanted to see his genuine reaction as you walked down the aisle. “You look stunning.” She assured you, lightly dabbing under your eyes with a tissue, the sound of the camera going off in the background.

As you reached your spot just behind the double doors, any nerves you had melted away, Tyler, the love of your life, was right on the other side of this wall, prepared to say I do to a lifetime with you.

Tyler’s father was walking you down the aisle, neither of your parents here to do it. As he approached, you smiled, hoping Tyler’s reaction would be similar to his dad’s. You’d grown close with his family over the years, they truly loved you, and it showed as his dad grabbed your hand, kissing the top of it as he smiled tearfully. “I’ll never really know how Tyler managed to snag you up, but he could have never made a better choice.” He explained, voice shaking before he cleared his throat. “Let’s get this show on the road.” He broke the silence, chuckling at himself as you looped your arm with his, holding your bouquet with the other.

The wedding March began to play, and the doors were pushed open, revealing you and Paul standing there. Instantly Tyler looked to the ceiling, his eyes watering already, the smile on his face was undeniable as you walked towards him slowly, your own eyes glazed over at the way he was looking at you. “Gorgeous.” He mouthed, your lips parting in a smile, he loved when he got those smiles out of you, the ones where the corners of your eyes would crinkle, and sometimes you would even scrunch your nose a bit. This was definitely one of those moments.

***

The wedding had come and gone, your honeymoon too, a simple trip with just the two of you before the hockey season started again. “Daddy.” Willow whispered, standing on his side of the bed, he stirred, blinking his eyes a couple of times to adjust to the darkness of the room. He turned his lamp on, “what’s wrong baby?” He asked softly, careful not to wake you as he caressed Willow’s face, frowning at the tears coating it. “I had a bad dream.” She whimpered, “come here.” He huffed as he pulled her up onto the bed. “Wanna tell me what happened?” He asked her, turning the lamp off as he let her cuddle with him. “No, just cuddles.” She mumbled sleepily, his heart swelled in his chest at that, “always, princess.” He sighed, kissing the top of her head as she easily laid on top of him, her teddy bear snuggled between them. You flipped over carefully, having woken up during their little conversation. Tyler gave you a tired smile as you placed a kiss on his shoulder before resting back on your pillow, a smile on your face as you listened to her light breathing.

As morning came you groaned in annoyance, morning sickness coming right along with it.

That’s right, you two had no trouble getting pregnant apparently, today was actually the day you were going to tell Willow about the baby. “Is mommy sick?” Willow asked Tyler as they woke up to you bolting out of bed, he held back a chuckle, “no, she’s ok.” He assured her, “stay here.” He demanded gently before coming to check on you as you brushed your teeth. “Hi babe.” He placed a kiss on your cheek, “doing ok?” He asked softly, locking eyes with you in the mirror. “Yeah,” you sighed, leaning into his hold after you rinsed your mouth out. “Are you ready to tell her?” You asked eagerly, “god, yes.” He groaned, giving you a quick kiss.

Willow was sitting in the middle of the bed, adjusting the bow on her teddy bear's head. “Good morning, baby.” You chuckled, sitting beside her, she shot you a smile, just like Tyler’s as she crawled into your lap. “Don’t forget miss bows.” She mumbled with a pout, Tyler snickered as you took the bear and placed a kiss on its head, “good morning, miss bows.” You spoke dramatically, Willow snuggling happily into you. “Hey, Willow.” Tyler spoke softly, sitting beside you, “guess what?” He smiled at her, she sat up a little straighter, “what?” She asked cutely, you shared a look with Tyler. “We’re gonna have a baby.” You told her, relief hitting you as she jumped up screaming in excitement. “A baby?!” She squealed. You quickly pulled out your phone to record her, sending it to Tyler’s parents. “When?” She asked giggling, sitting crossed legged in front of you both. “Oh, it’s still going to be a few months honey.” You explained sweetly, “but you’re going to be a big sister, that means you can help me and mommy get stuff ready for the baby.” Tyler assured her, wanting her to feel involved and not like the baby was going to completely take over.

The months started flying by, you were having a little boy, Tyler thought he wanted another daughter, which of course he would have been just as excited for, but when he heard it was a boy, you could see the way his eyes lit up. Willow had been a little upset at first, wanting a little sister that she could do all her fun girly things with as she got older, but after some long conversations and some explanations, you convinced her of all the reasons it would be fun for her to have a brother.

Tyler was more than nervous as your water broke in the middle of the night, of course you’d thought ahead and had spoken to Tyler’s mom, who had been staying with you guys for about a week, to be here and help with Willow once you had the baby. He swears that your labor went on forever, but really, you’d gotten lucky and progressed quickly. Nearly missing the window to get the epidural, which terrified you, but you got it, and now you had a very healthy, chunky little eight pound baby boy. Much to everyone’s surprise, everyone expected him to be smaller, but you weren’t complaining.

“Oh my god.” You cried out as they put him on your chest, his screams filling the room, it felt like an eternity until he began to cry, but he was sure to make up for it.

“I can’t believe we made him.” Tyler mumbled, unlike Willow, Hunter was born with next to no hair. “I know.” You whispered, running your finger across his chubby cheek, he was peacefully sleeping in your arms, already a hungry baby, having drunk himself right to sleep. “I hope he looks like you.” Tyler muttered, lightly kissing the side of your head, a smile graced your lips, “I hope he looks like you.” You giggled, “but I kind of don’t, because then all the girls will be after him when he’s a teenager.” You added, your husband chuckling beside you. “Let’s worry about his first night home, yeah?” He laughed softly. “Willow is going to be so excited.” You sighed, lacing your fingers with Tyler’s.

***

“Mommy, daddy!” Willow rushed over when you walked in, Tyler having the car seat around his arm. “Hi, sweet girl.” You welcomed her hug, kneeling to her height. “Were you good for grandma?” You asked gently, she nodded eagerly before moving over to hug Tyler once he placed the car seat down. “Hi princess.” He grinned, hugging her tightly, “I missed you.” He kissed the top of her head, laughing as she completely disregarded his comment and looked at Hunter in awe. “He’s so pretty.” She gasped, making you and Jackie both laugh. “He really is a beautiful baby, honey.” Jackie spoke to you, giving you a gentle hug. Tyler moved the car seat up to the table, shushing Willow as he assured her she would get to hold him. “Go wash your hands.” Jackie instructed her, walking over to Tyler as he easily held the newborn in his hands. She kissed her son's cheek before grabbing Hunter’s hand, “hello beautiful boy.” She cooed, running her thumb over his arm. “You did good.” She commented to Tyler, lightly nudging his side, he shot her a smile, “yeah.” He agreed, glancing at you.

“Can I hold him, please, please?” Willow begged, running out with freshly washed hands, you nodded, “go sit on the couch, I’ll bring him to you.” You instructed her softly, she giggled and ran off to the couch, you gently took Hunter from Tyler, “oh, Jackie did you want to hold him fi–“ “No, no, let Willow do it first, she’s just so excited.” Jackie cut you off mid ramble. You smiled in relief, slowly walking over to the couch, Tyler came and sat next to her, he put a pillow on her lap, and had her put arms out on it. “You have to be really gentle, ok?” He told her as he put his arms around her, his hands offering extra support for the baby’s neck. You laid Hunter down, smiling as Willow cooed down to him, “hi baby brother.” She giggled, looking over at you and then to Tyler. “Mommy,” she mumbled as you sat next to them, Tyler picking the baby up as he began to fuss, “I love him.” Willow concluded in the most serious voice. “I love him too.”

***

Hunter gurgled up at you as you dressed him in sweatpants, now two months old, and all of you were missing Tyler as he just had his first away game of the season. You left him shirtless, a pun at how Tyler always walked around the house in his pajamas, “mommy, I wanna match.” Willow pouted, you looked at her in thought for a moment, knowing you couldn’t let her run around in only pants, even if it was only in the house. “Oh, I have an idea.” You grinned, scooping the baby up and going into the back of the closet, where most of Tyler’s old shirts were. “Come here baby!” You called, Willow came bouncing in, one of your fondest memories as a child was wearing your dad's old shirts as pajamas, so why not pass it on to her. “Pick one to wear.” You told her, smiling as she got all excited, flipping through them, she pulled two down off the hangers, “where this one mommy, please.” She gave you her puppy eyes, not that she had to. You nodded, taking the shirt from her and going into the bathroom to change into it, leaving your shorts in underneath.

A loud laugh fell from your lips as you walked out and saw her drowning in his shirt, but there was nothing more adorable. “Come here, let me get a picture.” You made Willow lay on the bed, and put Hunter next to her, you wanted to send the picture to him, but you’d rather him be surprised by your outfit choices for the night. “Hello!” Tyler called from downstairs, Willow giggled carefully moving away from Hunter, “careful, hold the shirt up so you don’t fall!” You called as she took off out of the room, her response faded out as she bounced down the steps, you following with Hunter curled up in your arms. “Hey baby!” You heard Tyler gasp, “what do you think you’re wearing?” He questioned her, lifting her up into his arms. “We missed you so much, we figured why not dress up as you.” You explained, making him look up and see you in one of his shirts and Hunter in little grey sweatpants, Tyler threw his head back in laughter, “are you surprised?” Willow asked him, arms clasped around his neck, he hummed in agreement as he kissed her cheek before coming over to you. “Hi.” He whispered before pecking your lips.

“Hi.” You repeated, smiling as he pulled away, Willow wiggled her way down to the ground, allowing him to take Hunter from you. “Hey bud, looking good.” He mumbled kissing across his chubby cheeks. “And mama, as beautiful as ever.” He winked over at you. He smirked when you rolled your eyes with a smile, “movie night!” He declared, bolting up the stairs with Hunter to go change. You chuckled as you ordered pizza, deciding to make it a fun simple night. You knew that it wouldn’t always be like this, but you knew that whatever life through at you, you two could make it work.

“You know, I’ve got all I could ever want right here.” Tyler mumbled as you sat curled up on the couch with two sleeping kids on your laps. “Me too, Ty.”

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[fantastic-bby]

SKZ vs. their crush

Pairing: Gender neutral Reader x Member

Word count: 3.9k

Genre: Fluff

Summary: It’s just them crushing on you 

Warnings: -

Masterlist

A/n: I tried a different format this time and used bullet points rather than just making it like a full story since my brain was going crazy when I wrote this. Let me know which format you prefer and maybe I might incorporate both bullet points and the essay ones since I actually quite enjoy writing using both.

Chan

You guys only met because you knew Jeongin 

The tiny babie brought you to meet his friends 

Chan was smitten when he first met you 

He thought you were so pretty when he saw you following behind Jeongin 

“Innie,” 

“Yeah?”

“Who is that?” 

He wants Jeongin to introduce you two

Sensing the vibes, the maknae is more than happy to introduce you two 

if he was being honest, he already knew Chan would pretty much fall in love with you immediately

Chan’s flustered when he introduces himself to you 

He’s almost blubbering all over the place 

You find it kinda cute but he’s scared you found him really weird 

He tries to steal little moments to be with you 

Like ‘accidentally’ bumping into you in the hallway 

Or how he just so happens to walk into Jeongin’s room when you’re on a call with him

Or how he just so happens to be lingering around the flea market nearby your college campus 

Chan takes care of you without even realising it 

If you bump into each other he asks whether you’ve eaten or how your day is 

He loves the way you seem to parent his friends like he does 

“Jisung, put the knife down. You’re going to hurt somebody” 

“Hehe, make me” 

“PUT IT DOWN 〴⋋_⋌〵” 

Chan’s surprised he listens to you

He loves how everyone only seems to listen if you’re the one talking too

If you’re hanging out with them at the dorms and Chan can’t seem to control everyone, you just step in 

“Guys, please”

And suddenly the chaos has calmed down 

Chan finds it amazing 

Everyone just… stops when you ask them to

You find it amusing 

It’s like watching a single dad trying to control his seven wild sons

He chases after Felix around the dorm a lot because he’s usually done something weird with Minho and Jisung

He manages to get your number using an excuse of needing you to calm down the boys 

“Please… they don’t listen sometimes” 

Jeongin finds reasons to push you two together 

“Yay! You guys made—oH nO I ComPleTeLy foRgoT!!”

Leaves the two of you alone 

He honestly just thinks you two should get together and so does the rest of the group

So they find excuses to get you two alone together 

But your relationship takes f o r e v e r  

Only because Chan wants to be absolutely certain that he likes you

He doesn’t want to commit to someone he’s worried he’s not sure of yet

Slowly but surely, he starts to ease into the relationship

He sends you music he thinks you’ll like 

Eventually he’ll start sending you his own music 

He only confesses when he’s absolutely sure he’s pretty much falling in love with you 

The way he does it just wins your heart immediately if you weren’t already as whipped for him as he was 

He writes a song for you (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡ 

Minho

Bumped into you at a dance studio he goes to often

He thinks your dancing is amazing 

At first he doesn’t want to bother you 

But then he’s all like “heyyyy I’m Minho” 

And you’re pretty much taken away by how gorgeous the man is 

Minho wouldn’t be too flustered 

He would keep his cool around you 

Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try to impress you with his sexy dance moves 

Tries to win your heart the romantic way which doesn’t work because half the time you’re too busy dancing to actually realise he’s trying to flirt with you

“Hey, baby ;)” 

“Huh?”

“Nothing”

Wonders whether he should just make a dedicated advance towards you 

He likes your humour 

It’s similar to his 

You both just laugh at really weird stuff together 

When you share your numbers, he sends you weird videos that he thinks you’ll like 

Minho’s not much of a texter, but when you do get a message from him, it’s either something he’s really excited about or something really weird 

Only realises he’s actually crushing on you when Changbin points it out 

“Why are you so nice to them” 

“Who?” 

“(Y/n)” 

Then Minho realises that he really likes you

Starts slowly working harder to win your heart 

Helps you with your dancing

“Your body looks a bit stiff” 

Buys you lunch 

“I got you the lunch box from 7 11”

It’s always something you end up liking if you hadn’t tried it before

Buys you drinks from the vending machine 

“What is this???” 

It looks like a double shot coffee 

“Energy?”

Minho doesn’t know either but you both drink it anyway 

And end up being at the studio until 3 a.m. because you’re both so hyped with caffeine

Offers to walk you home if it’s getting late

“It’s not safe on your own”

“Minho, I’ll be fineeeee” 

Doesn’t take no for an answer and forces you to let him

His advances work

You’re pretty much whipped for him by the time he confesses 

Which Minho does by buying you flowers and bringing it to the studio 

Changbin

You work at the music shop that he goes to often 

When he’s browsing the CD’s and the vinyls, he spots you at the counter 

His heart almost explodes when he sees you 

The first thing that caught his eye was the way you were dressed 

:0 

Fits Changbin’s style 

He’s nervous to approach you with the vinyl in his hand 

Why was he so nervous? 

Oh right, he was pretty much completely smitten by you 

“Hi!” 

 He loves your voice even more

“H-Hey,”

Changbin’s so nervous 

He likes your bracelets too 

He thinks they’re really cool 

He ends up coming back a lot and you wonder why this man needs so many CD’s and vinyls 

Eventually, he builds up the courage to talk to you

Changbin comes by every once in a while just to say hi 

Sometimes he just comes in to talk to you during your break

You tell him you’ve always wanted to try making music

He tells you he makes music 

You’re all :0 

Changbin tells you about it 

And you get really interested in his music 

He starts coming after your shift or during your break to play you his songs 

He gets all uwu when he sees the way your eyes shine 

You have him wrapped around your finger without even knowing it 

Doesn’t admit that he’s pretty much whipped 

Even though he visits you almost every other day 

And how he buys you your favourite snacks 

Or how he stays way longer than he expected to just bcs he’s talking to you 

You’re just as whipped tbh 

You love talking to Changbin 

You like his music taste and he’s fun to be around 

Confesses to you by taking you out on a date 

He brings you to his studio 

Shows you how he makes music 

He finds it adorable how you’re so amazed by his equipment

So he teaches you whatever he can in the time you’re together 

You both spend the evening just messing around 

You make a short track that you’re sure sounds really off

Changbin reassures you that it’s nice 

He teaches you how to layer the different tracks 

And eventually teaches you how to edit them despite the few hours you have 

You’re so excited 

He smiles every time he looks at you 

Bcs you’re so adorable he feels like he might burst 

Confesses at the end of the night 

“I like you a lot” 

He blurts it out and it catches you slightly off guard 

But you like him back so it’s fine 

Ends up offering to take you to the studio anytime you’re both free

Hyunjin 

Met you through Felix 

Felix invited you to play a game with him and his friends 

Hyunjin hears your voice the first time and he’s already curious 

He thinks you’re really chill and he likes your vibe 

You end up playing more games with them 

He ends up wanting to get to know you more 

The thing that honestly gets to him the most is the way you take every loss so lightheartedly 

“There’s always another game” 

You don’t rage or stress out over it 

Over time, he starts spending one-on-one time with you 

Until you’re both just doing literally anything else but gaming together 

He denies them as dates whenever his friends ask, claiming that it’s just friend time

Until one night you’re both awake at four a.m. and talking about everything and anything 

He likes the way you think

“Hyunjin, did you know that sometimes in movies, they use trash cans to replicate tiger roars” 

“What???”

He likes how you’re joking talking about starting a revolution 

He knows you won’t

“So, yeah, fuck capitalism!” 

“Yeah!” 

He loves the fact that you’re so open about what you think even if it’s something small or weird

“Mercy’s ass is so thick… for what reason…” 

“She’s a video game character??” 

“Felix, her ass is so thick, she could kill someone with it” 

Hyunjin loves hearing you rant about your day 

“And?? It’s so stupid!!”

“Calm down, (Y/n)”

“Don’t tell me to calm down, you egg!” 

Hyunjin thinks you’re adorable when you’re all riled up

He finds it amusing because he likes hearing you talk 

“You live there too?” 

He didn’t expect to be so close to you

“Yeah, that’s how I met Felix” 

He never realised you and Felix knew each other in real life

You spend more time together 

Talking about whatever comes to mind until the dead of night 

Sometimes you watch movies together 

You stay away from horror movies because he doesn’t like it that much 

But you’re always talking about something with him

The two of you are always the last to leave the call because you end up talking after games 

Hyunjin asks you out without even realising it sounds like a date

“Is that a date??” 

“Sure” 

He didn’t even realise he asked you out until after he’s left the call

?!?!?!?!

Goes into panic mode 

He just asked you out!!!! 

Starts asking Felix about you

He laughs at Hyunjin but helps him anyway

Shows him what you look like on your Instagram 

Hyunjin thinks you’re so pretty on your posts

When he sees you in person for the first time 

He’s so taken away 

You’re gorgeous

Whatever feeling he didn’t realise he had for you comes rushing in 

Hyunjin loves your laugh 

You spend the whole day together just walking around town

It’s nice to hear his voice when it isn’t coming out of your headphones

By the time the date’s over, Hyunjin wants more of you 

So he tells you he wants to take you out again while he’s walking you home 

You accept 

He turns to you with a c: before asking if he can kiss you

Jisung 

You’re a barista at the cafe nearby the JYPe building 

Jisung was designated as the drink buyer that time by the rest of his group 

If he was having trouble remembering all their orders before 

He has even bigger trouble now when he sees you 

YOU LOOK SO CUTE IN YOUR APRON 

He freezes the moment he sees you at the cashier 

“Hi! What would you like?” 

Jisung’s eyes go ◑.◑

“Uhm… sir?” 

“Sorry!” 

He struggles to get his order out properly

But you’re patient with him and even though he barely knows you 

He likes that you are 

Jisung’s watching you the entire time you make his order 

He can’t take his eyes off of you 

You do notice it, but you find him adorable so you don’t say anything 

He seems to be easily flustered

When you hand him his order, he’s still a blubbering mess 

“T-Thank you…” 

Your name tag says (Y/n) 

So he thanks you using your name which you smile 

“Have a great day!” 

Jisung comes back the next day 

He doesn’t even need any drinks, he just wants to see you again 

When he does, he feels all fluttery on the inside 

“Welcome back” 

He orders a dark chocolate smoothie and an iced mocha for Minho

Minho would kill him if he found out Jisung went to the cafe without him 

Jisung sits at an empty table and watches you again 

The next day, the cycle repeats 

And the day after that 

And the day after that 

Minho follows him at some point, wondering why Jisung seems to obsessed with the place 

“Why do you like this place so much?” 

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT”

Something’s definitely up with him 

Minho only finds out when he sees the way Jisung’s face seems to light up when he sees you 

“You like the barista, don’t you” 

“WHAT BARISTA ಠoಠ” 

That’s all he needs to confirm it 

Minho lets Jisung order, seeing just how excited and giddy he is when he’s talking to you 

Jisung’s practically bouncing up and down while you talk to him 

When they leave, Minho’s all up in it 

“You really like them, huh” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about >:c” 

Knowing Jisung, he wouldn’t do anything about it 

So Minho takes it into his own hands to bring you two together 

The group is having a mini event and they need someone to serve drinks 

Who else to ask other than you? 

Jisung’s eyes almost bulge out of his skull when he sees you because 

What are you doing here???? 

He’s so nervous 

Minho practically shoves him your way 

Again, you find him so cute that you don’t even realise he’s practically dying to know you more 

“Hi Jisung!” 

You learned his name over the course of him constantly coming back and Jisung just loves hearing it from you 

“Hi (Y/n)” 

“I can’t make anything ice blended, but I can trade if for an iced dark chocolate” 

“Okay!” 

As long as you make it, he’ll take it 

The event comes to an end but Jisung’s pretty much spent more time with you rather than his group mates 

Even they’re amused by how into you he obviously is 

“Hey Jisung” 

You stop him before you leave and he’s immediately at your side 

“Since you keep coming over, here’s my number” 

◑.◑

“Give me a call before you come in so that I can have your drink ready for you to pick up” 

He’s so happy :D

He sends you pictures of cute animals and random snippets of his music 

Felix 

Met you through League of Legends

You have good synergy so you became friends through that 

At first, he only managed to play with you occasionally 

When he’s able to, he notices how you always sound so bright 

“Hi Felix!” 

He likes playing with you 

You’re laid-back 

You don’t stress over losses too much 

“Ah, what to do?” 

But when you’re irritated, Felix finds it funny

“Fucking asshole!” 

“You were in the way, (Y/n)”

“Shut the fuck up!” 

You’re so funny to him 

“Felix, don’t go into bush” 

“I can bait them” 

“DON’T”

His character dies

“Oops ( ͡° ͜V ͡°)”

“-`д´-” 

You’re easy to game with and that’s what he admires the most right off the bat 

You always seem to be up for games 

Even when he’s not able to play, whenever he logs into Discord he sees you’re online 

Wonders whether you sleep at all 

“I don’t need sleep. I am gamerrrr. Gamers don’t sleep” 

“Please sleep” 

“Lix, sleep is for the weak and I’m not weak” 

“You passed out last night in call” 

Honestly slightly concerned for you 

Overtime he realises that he really looks forward to games with you

Before Felix would just go to sleep after practice or shows 

But he’ll start waiting to see if you’re up for even one game 

Which you always are 

Slowly starts spending time with you just talking 

Eventually it leads to the both of you staying up until 5 a.m. laughing at really stupid memes 

During the day when Felix can’t join call 

He sends you funny tiktoks and memes 

You appreciate it because you like him 

But you don’t admit it because you’ve never met him in person before

Until you both find out that you live only a few hours away from him 

Invites you down to Seoul to spend time with him 

You’re nervous

Felix is nervous

He knows what you look like

You exchanged Snapchats and started streaking a while before 

He sends you funny pictures of his members 

You send him selfies with random filters

But nothing could prepare him for when you appear from around the corner 

He sees you appear and he’s all (゜ロ゜)

Your photos don’t do your natural beauty any justice

Is a bit of a mess when you’re walking around together 

Eventually loosens up around you 

Compliments you a lot and it makes you blush 

You spend the day just wandering around the place 

Felix takes you to his favourite places and favourite cafes 

He wants to share his favourite things with you 

You find it endearing 

Tries to make you laugh a lot because he’s just grown to really like the sound of your voice 

Since you’ve spent most of your time talking over call

Felix just loves hearing your voice 

When the day’s over 

He asks for more nights that aren’t just filled with games because owo he wants to do more with you 

Seungmin

Bumped into you at JYPe because you were visiting a friend 

Hears you singing with Yeji and he immediately falls in love with your voice 

He peeks into the dance studio to see the two of you just sitting on the floor together 

There’s no music 

It’s just the two of you singing together 

Your voice makes him :D 

Seungmin leaves the two of you bcs he doesn’t want to intrude 

But he ends up seeing you more often 

Turns out you’re in Seoul for a while so you’re spending quite some time with Yeji 

He sees you in the hallways a lot

When you walk past each other, it’s always just a polite bow 

You don’t really think much of Seungmin other than the fact that you think he’s pretty handsome 

Yeji teases you for that 

When you’re walking through the building to look for her 

You hear someone singing in one of the rooms 

You peek through the glass 

It’s Seungmin! 

ಠoಠ

And he’s so good

You listen from outside the door 

You knew he was good since he was an idol

But you didn’t think that he was that good

You don’t even realise he’s done when the door swings open and you’re standing there 

When Seungmin sees you, he realises you were most likely listening 

Now you’re just staring at each other like 

(ﾟωﾟ;)

Because now he knows you were listening 

And now you know he knows 

“Uhm…” 

You’re embarrassed 

You’re lucky Yeji pops from around the corner and your eyes plead for her to drag you away 

Which she doesn’t 

“Sunbaenim!”

“Hi Yeji” 

“Have you met (Y/n) before?” 

You actually want to tear her apart

“Not properly, no” 

“Well... “ 

“WELL WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME” 

You drag her away before she can say anything else 

The next time you see Seungmin 

You pass by him in the hallway once again while you’re looking for Yeji

“(Y/n)” 

ಠ_ಠ

“We keep passing each other but we’ve yet to actually meet each other properly” 

“Haha…” 

“I know you were listening the other day” 

“Haaahhhhhhaaaa…”

“I don’t mind that you did.”

“Huh” 

You’re actually bit surprised that he doesn’t mind

“I overheard you and Yeji singing the other day in the dance room” 

༼ : ౦ ‸ ౦ : ༽

“You sing really beautifully, (Y/n)” 

There’s an awkward wall that takes a while before you two actually break it down 

But when you do 

It’s almost like you visit the building to see Seungmin rather than Yeji 

She doesn’t mind since she saw it coming 

Doesn’t mean she can’t tease you about it 

Seungmin looks forward to having lunch with you in the cafeteria 

At this point, the staff don’t even question your now daily appearance 

You end up falling for Seungmin way faster than you thought possible 

The feeling’s mutual 

He just likes everything about you 

You’re so sweet 

You’re also really caring 

He notices that when you follow him to the practice room where Stray Kids are 

Changbin trips over Hyunjin’s legs 

You’re rushing over to help without any of them really realising it 

He loves how nice your voice is too 

“Can you sing for me?”

You’re shook 

You wonder why he wants to hear your voice specifically

“Your voice is just really nice 

He realises he really likes you when you briefly disturb their practice to give Seungmin lunch 

He briefly mentioned that he forgot his wallet and his lunch 

Since you aren’t an idol or staff

You had to use your own money in the cafeteria 

Seungmin’s heart flips at the realisation 

Ends up asking you out so that you don’t have to spend so much time inside the JYPe building all the time 

Jeongin 

Meets you through Changbin 

You went to the same high school as him and you kinda just stuck around

Changbin brings you to the dorm bcs he borrowed a hoodie 

The entire dorm greets you really brightly 

Jeongin’s the only one just watching in awe 

He’s so shy when you wave at him 

Seungmin notices and raises a brow 

“I-I’m Jeongin” 

“Hi Jeongin! Changbin talks about you guys a lot” 

He’s so nervous 

He wants to know you more, but he also doesn’t want to make it obvious that he’s taking interest in you 

The others don’t really notice because they’re too excited by the new person 

Seungmin, on the other hand, tells Changbin about it 

Changbin now makes it his mission to bring you two together 

He brings you over to the dorm more often 

Especially if Jeongin’s the only one home 

“(Y/n), you’ve met Innie before right?”

You nod

Jeongin’s adorable 

Changbin ends up bringing you over for movie nights 

Now you’re just an honorary member of the group 

Everyone else loves you 

Jeongin always tries to sit next to you during movie nights 

Especially if it’s a horror movie 

When you get scared, you hug his arm and he likes that 

Makes him feel like he’s able to protect you like a big strong man ᕙ(`▽´)ᕗ

You kinda like him too

So you test the waters around him 

You start talking to him more since Changbin told you he’s really shy 

Jeongin slowly eases into your company 

It takes a bit of time, but he’s started getting more confident around you 

You visit the dorm thinking Changbin’s there because he stole your favourite belt 

When Jeongin opens the door he’s all :D but when you ask where his hyung is he goes D: 

Tells you he’s not home but lets you in anyway 

No one else is home except for Jeongin and Chan 

So you sit in the living room with Innie 

You start talking about random things 

You end up talking about almost everything because it turns out that Changbin’s gone way longer than both of you thought 

Chan eventually emerges from his bedroom and waves at you 

He orders fried chicken for you guys 

You and Jeongin continue talking while eating 

Chan finds it super cute

Jeongin’s playful around you 

But he doesn’t want to make himself appear immature 

But you like when he’s being playful so you slowly ease him into being more comfortable 

He still just wants to impress you so you like him back 

Wait, when did he start liking you??? 

He realised it when you were over for a regular movie night 

You fell asleep in his lap 

Jeongin thought you were so cute 

When you wake up he asks you out 

You accept 

He cuddles you for the rest of the night and asks you to spend the night at the dorm

[mythiccheroacademia]

African!Reader Series

Request: how would class 1-a’s main three be with a fem!black african s/o?

A/N: Did I just give myself my own request unprovoked? Yes I did. Am I gonna turn this into a series? Yes, because it’s about time I start being selfish with my own writing. This is gonna be the first time I see 100% of myself in a headcanon, so that’s exciting. Being stuck in that middle space between the culture you grew up in vs. the culture you’re born into is hard. Sometimes I feel like I don’t fit in anywhere. But, I’m learning to equally embrace both. So this is gonna be me navigating that space. I’m also excited for all my African/African-American (first gen) readers who’ve reached out to me about their experiences. Being African isn’t monolithic. I’m def gonna be keeping it vague enough for everyone to be seen. I’ll specify if I need to. Anyways, this is for y’all as well as myself. Hope everyone enjoys this 💋

All Characters are 18+

Warnings: cursing, some content that’s not even spicy enough to call pepper 💀

Midoriya Izuku:

just as with everything in his life, deku dedicates 100% of himself to learning everything there is about you

the first time he saw you? you had this man’s knees wobbling

your rich dark skin was doing wonders under the sunlight

and your body? went crazyyyy

but when he heard you speak your language, it was a wrap

doesn’t know how he ended up being your bf, but he doesn’t take you for granted

he’s always eager to learn more about your culture

has notebooks dedicated to your foods, clothing, hairtsyles, dancing, etc.

izuku practiced how to say I love you in your language for literally four weeks so he could say it to you perfectly on your six month anniversary

he stumbled a little, and his accent peeked out, but it was perfect and your emotional ass almost started crying

he studies and practices a lot so he can understand/speak to your parents if they don’t know english or japanese

your parents are urging you to marry this man. quickly.

he loves that you have 7000000 family members bc for awhile it was just him and his mom

your family loves him because he’s so sweet and respectful

already has the kids calling him uncle izuku

your mom and his mom use google translate to talk whiles they cook together and it’s so cute n wholesome

it makes you both go 🥺

a big part of your culture is dancing

whatever event you go to weddings, church, funerals, etc. you gotta dance, there’s just no getting around it my guy

you know your bf a little stiff in the hips LMAO so you show him some moves

and uh...he tries. really hard. but it’s looking rough so you just wave it off bc everyone gets hyped up regardless

so imagine your surprise when this man busts out with the shaku shaku at your auntie’s wedding, leg movement and hand gestures on point

the whole venue is screaming

they throwing money on him and everything😭

when y’all make it home (it’s like 4am smh) he’s knocked but you watch a little yt and find all these recommended how-to videoes about african dancing and everything makes sense

Bakugo Katsuki:

y’all met during a mission that required international heroes

being the asshole he was, he walked right through a conversation you were having w someone

him: “out of my way extras!”

he was shook when you told him to fuck off in perfect japanese before smacking your teeth and ending with “you foolish goat”

him: 😦😐😡 “hah!? what’d you just call me?”

and the rest was history

actually, he wouldn’t leave you alone and disguised it as him trying to intimidate you but it was bc your comebacks were so unique but so fucking funny (mannn the shit african parents be coming up w is violating 💀) and he was taking notes lowkey

you don’t take any of his shit and he loves it

it didn’t hurt that you looked like a goddess straight out of a fucking fairytale

he loves your sense of style

your hero costume is laden with traditional cloth and you just don’t see that anywhere

like your drip was immaculate

every time you step out, he’s thinking “motherland drip on meeee 😍”

he sends pictures of you to his parents to brag about you

speaking of which, ever since you met them he has this sneaky suspicion that they might like you more than their own child

but he couldn’t blame them bc after tasting your traditional dishes, he was sprung

especially the spicy foods you make bc they give him a run for his money (it’s not spicy unless you start sniffing)

has an uncanny ability of doing headwraps, like them shits are perfect on the first try

if you know your native language, please cuss him out in it, especially if your voice gets deeper

he’ll freak out on you at first, bc he’s a hothead, but it turns him on in the weirdest way

everyone knows he’s in deep when he starts adopting your insults and speech patterns

kirishima: *says something dumb*

him: “my friend, use your head before you speak to me, you castrated bull frog”

he even says it with the accent and all

and youre dying

my poor baby kiri is so confused even tho he knows he should be offended

Todoroki Shouto:

todoroki unofficially knew you bc he followed you on insta

he always thought you was a baddie but never had the chance to make his move

he was also a little scared of the culture clash

but then you dropped this here video with your friends 🥵

homeboy had never slid into anyone’s dms so fast before

he’s dead ready to change his life for you

luckily you knew english, so y’all were able to communicate

after two days of talking, he hits you with the “so when can I see you?” and he’s fine af so you make some plans and it goes really well

youre so different from any woman he’s met before and he loves that

you two are always talking about the similarities and differences of your cultures and it makes him fall harder for you

lives for your confidence

and your smile kills him every time

loves it when you start trying to speak to him in japanese, he doesn’t care if you butcher it

learns your language bc he wants to feel closer to you 🥺

show him some of your music and he’ll start playing it around the house

make him some soba with a twist of your traditional meals and he’ll drag you to the court house bc, ma’am, you finna be a todoroki starting today

whenever you step out in any traditional clothing, he insists that he takes pictures of you

when you start dancing and the ass starts a-jiggling, don’t expect him not to touch bc he will

don’t let him talk to your dad/uncles for too long bc he’ll start popping out with a dashiki print shirt and those wack ass sandals (y’all know the ones i’m talking about) like he did something 💀

all the boys will obviously defend you if someone comes at you on some racist/ignorant bs about your race/ethnicity, but todoroki will step for you

he will decimate a mf for even looking at you sideways

calls you queen bc he genuinely believes you are royalty (you can decided whether or not it’s cringey tho)

[xsugarysweetsx]

Yay!! I was wondering if you could do a shoto x reader. Where they are married and reader is pregnant again. They live in this really big japanese style houses with a lovely garden. Just some domestic au. Like reader's basic life with shoto. Making breakfast and taking the kids to school. Watching them play in the garden with her husband. I just want to see shoto as a husband and a dad. I really hope this is not too confusing 😟😟 Thank you !!

Don’t worry I understand what you meant! Please enjoy!

Here’s a similar one!: lovely morning

A/N: I feel like Sora and Haru would be super protective older brothers

People always asked if your life must be full of perks. Especially because you were married to a pro, well it was. You were able to travel with Shoto, he also bought a beautiful home. It was a Japanese styled home, much like his old one. He designed it specifically for it to be and feel like home.

In the backyard he put two of your favorite things. A small koi pond and a cherry blossom tree. He knew it gave you tranquility so he had them installed.

No it wasn’t he money, or the big houses and all that. You were married to the love of your life, Shoto Todoroki.

He was a wonderful man, an even better hero and fantastic father. You had two beautiful twin sons, Sora and Haru. They were 5 years old and it’s been a wonderful 5 years. He was basically the perfect father.

He was soft spoken, patient and kind. It always warmed your heart when you see him resolve a problem without tension or anger. He loved being involved in their lives. He would walk them to school if he had time. Help them with homework, he even showed them how to control their quirks.

Sora has his fire quirk and Haru had his ice one. He trains them, but only if they wanted to. Sora looked more like his father while Haru looked a bit more like you. Haru has his turquoise eyes and Sora had your E/C eyes.

“Are you sure you’re up to train? You can say no” he would always say. His past with his father haunted him for years. He didn’t want it to repeat with his own children. When you were first pregnant he swore to you that he would never hurt his children.

“I swear to you in my life, I would rather die than ever lay a finger in you or them” he would say when you were cuddling or when he was having time with your belly.

They’re were the lights of your life, and you couldn’t be happier. On top of that you had one more on the way. You were 5 months pregnant with your third child.

You recently found out you were having a baby girl! Either way you would have been blessed with another baby. Deep down inside you were hoping for a girl since the boys out numbered you.

You all had finished having some lunch, you were cleaning up since the boys were outside. Shoto thanked you for the food. He was always so affectionate to you since the beginning. But now that you were expecting, it only doubled.

After finishing up the dishes you dried your hands and walk to the back porch. They hadn’t noticed you yet but all three boys were playing with each other. A smile came across you face as you watch Shoto chase the boys.

They squealed and laughed as he caught them in his arms. He got both of them on the ground as he tickled them. They all looked so happy. You couldn’t ask for a better life. You caress your belly, thinking of how much more enjoy was going to be added in the family.

You walk down the short steps and to your boys. They look up at you with smiles

“Can you play with us mama?” Haru asked

“Yeha mamma!” Sora encouraged him. Shoto sat up and dusted himself off. He came to your side and said

“Boys, as much as your mother would like to play with you she can’t at the moment. Remember she’s carrying your little sister” he said laying a hand to your belly. At that moment you felt a kick against your skin. Without looking away from your bump Shoto motioned the boys over

“Put your hands here” he placed them where his hand was before and they waited. They didn’t know what they were waiting for but then their eyes went wide.

Their little sister had kicked

“Whoaaa!” They both said in sync, there mesmerized by the small bump.

“When is she coming mama?” Sora asked

“She’s strong! Can she train with us?” Asked Haru

You giggle at their excitement “She’ll come soon, and we would have to wait for her to get big and strong like you first”

“What are you gonna name her?” Sora asked, you look up at Shoto. You originally wanted to keep it a secret until her birth but, might as well tell her brothers

“Her name is Mei. Mei Todoroki”

....

“Are we gonna see Mei mommy?” Asked Haru as you made your way to the clinic. You had a screening today an decided to bring the boys along.

You were called in and you took your place on the chair. Shoto kept both boys in his lap so they could see the screen. The doctor came in and rub the gel on to your abdomen. Looking around she finds your baby

“And here she is, growing healthy and beautifuly” the doctor smiled at you

“Look papa!” Haru pointed star the screen

“I see boys, you both were like that before you were born” Shoto tells them Sora looked up at him

“Really? Both of us fit in mom?” He asked with a sparkle in his eye. Sora was always curious and always wanted to know why, when and how things worked.

“Mhm, both of you were in mommy’s tummy before you joined us” you said smiling at him. The doctor printed out a copy for you both and you were on your way. It was actually queit cute, the boys started to argue over who would be the best brother for Mei.

.....

Shoto had gone with the boys to school for parent day. He went in to tell the kids about what he did as a pro hero. Sora and Haru had the best time.

They knew their father was a pro hero and they were proud of it. Guess you could say this was a bit of an ego boost for them. When they got home they were excited to tell you how everything went and how many kids wanted to be their new best friend.

But your favorite part was at night. When the boys tired themselves out, Shoto carries them to bed. He tucks then in and you both give them kisses goodnight. You would walk back to your bedroom and snuggle together. He would hold you close as he rubbed cirlcles with his thumb over your belly

“You’re a great mother, you know that?” He would compliment you

“And you’re just as great for our boys and soon our little girl too” speaking of which he always had a ritual to speak to Mei at night. He shifted himself lower so he was face to face with your belly. His hand laid on the side of your stomach and he spoke

“Hey princess, it’s daddy, we can’t wait for you to come! Your brothers are excited too, I’m training them to protect you. I already know you’re going to be as beautiful as your mother” he looked up and gave you a smirk “so I need to protect you from boys and so will Sora and Haru. That’s all for today Mei, I love you”

He kissed a spot just above your bellybutton. It was his special spot for kisses when you were pregnant. He turned the lights out and rested next to you. The moon light shining in through the window. He caresses your face and laid a kiss to your temple.

“I love you” he would whisper

“And I love you”

I hope this was okay anon! And sorry about the wait!❤️

[danielleslegacy]

Soulmates || Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

MASTERLIST

Request: yes / no (but they are open always)

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Summary: Just a wedding fic, that no one asked for bahaha, but yes, wedding. 

Word Count: 2,404

Warnings: it is just fluff that is all, its tooth-rotting, you’ve been warned.

Pairing: fem!Reader insert x Spencer Reid

All writing is my own, so please don’t steal this. Also, I would appreciate any feedback/comments/requests! xx

*GIF IS NOT MINE SO CREDIT GOES TO THE OWNER*

I smooth my hands down the front of the laced front of my dress, casting my eyes back up to the mirror in front of me. Makeup done in such a beautiful way that my eyes pop, the soft blush that lays on my cheeks making me seem younger and more innocent than I am. Behind me I notice people walking into my dressing room. 

“Oh Y/n,” the voice of one Emily Prentiss says, causing me to turn to face her, “You look absolutely gorgeous.” 

My eyes flash over the girls quickly, their beautiful dresses, similar but not the same, adorning their bodies. My eyes fill with tears as I let out a soft laugh. “Thank you Em.” 

“That boy is going to die watching you walk down the aisle in that,” Penelope gushes, her own voice thick with unshed tears. The group lets out a laugh. 

“Thank you for being here,” I say, reaching my hands out to hold the sides on JJ and Penelope, as they are standing on the outside of Emily, “I just wish my parents were here too, you know?”

The girls nod, “They are here, Y/n, they’re always with you.” JJ says, giving my arm and encouraging squeeze. 

“Alright no crying missy, we’ve got a wedding to do,” Eemily says offering me a tissue, which I take and dab underneath my eyes softly. I let out a breath and turn back to the mirror, admiring my dress one last time, with a firm nod of my head, I turn to the dresser and pick up a bracelet. 

“I need some help with this part,” I confess, holding out the bracelet and my wrist to the girls, JJ takes it and clasps it. A multitude of pendants hang off it, each one for a different person in my life. 

“It’s beautiful, was it from boy wonder?” Penelope asks, obviously catching onto one of the charms on the bracelet, a silver book, it was tiny but it was there. 

I nod my head, a smile coming to my lips, “A wedding present, you guys are on here too.” I say gesturing to the four leaf clover. “The whole team is on here,” a small set of handcuffs on the other side of the clover, a reference to our job. “Mum and Dad too,” I say, finally pointing to the two angels. 

A soft knock at the door frame draws us out of our bubble, “Sorry to interrupt ladies, but it's time,” Hotch’s face is painted with guilt at having to pull us away. A wave of anxiety rushes over me, but it’s gone almost as quickly as it came, and it’s replaced by pure excitement, excitement at the fact that it’s finally time to marry my soulmate. 

The girls slip out the door sending words of encouragement, and waves as they exited. 

“How do I look, boss?” I ask doing a twirl for Hotch, my dress spiraling around me. I stop back to face him and he has a wide, proud, grin on his face. He gives me a nod in response.

“You ready?” He asks, extending a hand out towards me, which I take readily. 

“Yes,” I put simply, it was an easy answer because yes, i am ready to marry Spencer, i am ready to start the rest of my life with the person that i cannot live without. We walk down a hallway in Rossi’s house and just before we walk out and into the garden, we stop. Rossi had offered his house as the venue once again, as it was practically assumed that after JJ’s wedding to Will that Spencer and I would inevitably marry here too. I’m not in view of the group yet, but I can see the garden, lit up in beautiful lights, and a few seats scattered around the yard. Lanterns litter the grass, like the scene from Tangled. A fairytale coming to life. 

The music begins, a classical wedding march, a giggle erupting from my chest. “In a few minutes I’m going to be married, Hotch,” I say as he opens the door for us to walk out of. 

“Yes, yes you are Y/n.”

We step out on the lawn and I feel everyone's eyes on me, but my eyes are only focused on the end of the aisle, only on Spencer. His beautiful all black suit makes him appear even taller than normal, and his hair is styled to perfection. His eyes shine with tears, and in that moment my refill again. I continue walking, my smile staying spread across my lips, and when I eventually meet the end of the isle, I give Hotch a kiss on the cheek. 

“Thank you Aaron,” I say softly. The kiss is returned and he places my hand in Spencer’s. 

“You have something truly magical,” He says, taking a step back to join the rest of our team. No, our family. For the first time I looked over all of their faces, all red and tear filled. 

From beside me Rossi clears his throat, “Welcome, Welcome everybody, we are all here today to celebrate the union of two beautiful people.”

My eyes gather with tears and I flick them up to Spencer’s, his own filled too. I squeeze his hands, my excitement evident on my face. 

“We have all watched these two souls find one another against all odds. I’m sure Spencer could tell you the odds of their meeting, and I asked him once, and he told me that day that it’s a 1 in 10,000 chance that he would meet his soulmate. To which I followed up by asking him, and she’s the one right, kid? The boy just nodded his head. Later that same week I asked Y/n if she believed in soulmates,” He lets out a little chuckle, “See what I did there? She didn’t really answer me, but she did look over at the doctor and smiled. I knew what she meant by that. I am by no means an expert on marriage or soulmates.” 

“Ain't that a fact,” Derek mutters from the small group, referencing the italian’s multiple divorces and we erupt into a fit of laughter. My shoulders shake with laughter and tears fall down my cheeks. Spencer’s eyes focus only on me, his own shining with tears, and I can tell that he knows that this is a memory that he will be looking over for years to come. His fingers dance along my wrists and connect with the bracelet. 

“What are you gonna do?” Rossi continues with a shrug once the group is quiet,”But as I was saying. I am no expert, but you don’t need to be to know that these two souls were made for one another. They share this deep and beautiful understanding of one another, their differences and similarities. The two truly complete one another. I am so lucky to have been able to watch your love blossom from an awkward mutual pining to what I see before me today. I am also honored to be able to marry you to one another. So without further ado, let’s get to the important part. You have both prepared vows, Y/n, you first.” 

I nod my head excitedly, my smile widening as if that was even possible, “So like Rossi, I also asked you the odds of us meeting, and I got the same answer. Only, I asked you after our first date, we had probably known each other for six months at that point, eating ice cream in my apartment while watching Hercules. And it was that day that I fell for you. You couldn’t just sit and watch the movie, you kept telling me facts about ancient greece and greeks gods and goddesses, and I knew that I only wanted to experience movies with you being able to tell me about them.” His eyes twinkle and a tear slips down his cheek, I raise my hand up to wipe it away, “That night I called my mum, and i told her that I had met the man I was going to marry,” My voice catches in my throat, “I told her all about you and how you made me feel and she told my dad, and they both instantly loved you, because i was happy and excited.” 

His finger toys with the bracelet on my wrist, tears streaking his face. “And Spence, if they had met you, I know that they would be all about me marrying you. So my vow to you is to always love and savour every moment we have together, and to never go to sleep angry, and to listen to you always. I also promise to take care of you and to love you forever.” 

Spencer unlinks a hand from mine holding up his pinky to which I link mine around it, letting out a watery laugh.

Tears fall from my eyes, when Spencer begins his own vows. 

“I am a man of science and logic and numbers and facts.” He begins, “When you start falling in love, your brain releases chemicals like vasopressin, adrenaline, dopamine, and oxytocin that light up your neural receptors and make you feel both pleasure and a euphoric sense of purpose. That’s the facts of what love is. And before you, that was an easy enough understanding. I had thought I knew what love felt like. But falling in love with you was unlike anything I have ever experienced before in my entire life. And it took me so incredibly long to figure out why. It’s because all logic went out the window. My first and last thought every day was of you, I worried about you constantly and I could not figure out why. But then I noticed that I just wanted to be around you all the time and I didn't want you away from me. And then I got it. Love, this was falling in love. All those other times in my life where i thought i was experiencing love were test drives in comparison to falling in love with you. So today I vow to you, to continually throw logic away and to love you with all of my being for as long as life permits it. And if the Buddists are right, then the meeting was actually 500 years in the making, and I promise to you that in 500 years I will find you again.”

“Oh Spence,” I whisper to no one by him, reaching up to try to wipe the tears off my cheeks. 

“This ceremony will not create a relationship that does not already exist between you. It is a symbol of how far you have come in these past few years. It is a symbol of the promises you will make to each other and continue growing stronger as individuals and as partners. No matter what challenges you face, no matter how much you succeed, you now succeed together. The love between you joins you now as one. Now for the exchanging of rings,” Rossi states, handing us each other's rings. 

"Y/n, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love. As it encircles your finger, may it remind you always that you are surrounded by my enduring love," Spencer says softly, slipping it onto my fourth finger. 

"I give you this ring as a symbol of my love, my faith in our strength together, and my covenant to learn and grow with you,” I reply, sliding the plain gold band onto his fourth finger. 

Rossi clears his throat, “You two are officially the first members to marry within the BAU, you may now kiss.” 

My smile only widens, as my hands reach up to cup his face softly, and my lips press to his. I feel the corners of his mouth lift in a smile. From behind my closed eyelids I see a flash, but I take no notice lost in the kiss with my now husband. Our lips move against one another, he dips us down slowly yet romantically,, and once we pull apart I miss it, so I quickly press my lips to his and then move back. My smile permanently on my face. The others are clapping and hollering from around us. It is then that I finally notice the camera grasped in Penelope's hand and I’m already so grateful for the pictures that she must have been taking.

My eyes flick back to Spence, “We’re married.”

“Yes we are,” He grins, wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me around. The group lets out a chorus of laughs and Rossi’s voice breaks through. “Now we eat.” 

We share a beautiful meal, some pasta that I assume Dave made and the conversation flows freely. 

“Remember when you called me on your way to your first date with Y/n?” Morgan teases, “You were so nervous that I actually debated calling an ambulance to make sure you didn’t have a heart attack.”

The group laughs once more and Spencer buries his head into the crook of my neck, clearly embarrassed, “Yeah, well I had reason to be.” 

“Oh wait, that reminds me,” JJ begins, “Y/n called me the day Spence finally asked her out, and you guys, I wish you had been able to hear the excitement in her voice. I know I’m a profiler, but you didn’t need to be to see that the girl was already crazy for him.” 

I let out a soft giggle, reminiscing on that day, and I bring up mine and Spencer's conjoined hands and press my lips to his. 

The soft sounds of Jason Mraz’s ‘I Won’t Give Up’ begins to chime through the air, I stand up, and pull Spencer along with me. 

“Dance with me?” I ask him, and he just nods in reply, pulling me in closer to him. One of his hands rests on my hip and the other encloses mine. I rest my head onto his chest, I can hear the stop patter of his heart beat, as we sway together. He unloops our fingers, and my arms wrap around his waist and his other hand falls in my hair, holding me as close as possible. I feel so protected by the man who I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. 

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Anteric - Chapter Seven (f.o)

summary: secrets have more worth than you gave them credit for.

warnings; swearing. BLACKMAIL, MURDER PLOT, FEAR OF HEIGHTS

wc; 13.4k

NOTES; I give reader a last name to fit the world.

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There’s a gross sickness in your stomach as you get ready this morning. And it isn’t because of what you did yesterday, beating Finnick to near death. Staining your skin with his blood, watching him get wheeled out of the training room. No, that is mundane in comparison. 

Today is the day you’ve been both looking forward to and dreading since the day of the Choosing Ceremony.

Today is Visiting Day.

Which means you finally get to see what Reed thinks of you now. Have you ruined it all to the point where he won’t even consider coming to visit you? Or will he put his pride to the side long enough to see you face-to-face? This is likely the last time he’ll ever have an opportunity to see you. And when he was given the same chance to see Mox, he didn’t budge.

You wonder what makes you think that you’re special. Mox left, Reed didn’t move. You left, so he’s not going to be inclined to, either. Not to mention the way you left him at the Choosing Ceremony. You didn’t even look at him, an obvious nod towards Mox’s actions only a couple of years earlier.

You shouldn’t have been so stupid.

You take your time getting ready, because of this. You shower, style your hair, and pull on one of the nicer outfits that you went out and got last night. Spirits were running high, no one had lost their fights. You, Trink, Eytelle and Allio banded together and took a victory lap around the Pit. Which included new clothes, piercings and tattoos.

Unlike them, you didn’t want to go all out, since you still need enough points to get through Dauntless initiation. When you asked Ameer how long initiation typically lasts at dinner, he told you three weeks. Sometimes longer, sometimes shorter. It all depends on what happens during the week, like unpredictable events. It can throw a wrench in plans.

You didn’t bother to ask him what he meant.

“I’m sure my parents are here to see me,” Eytelle says, tying her laces.

“Me too.” Allio agrees, “I just hope the rest of my family came too.”

“The rest?” Trink asks, looking at him.

He nods, “I have an older sister and four younger brothers.”

Trink raises her eyebrows, “Crowded house.”

Allio shrugs, “I guess. It’s probably why I’m not bothered by the whole open-dormitory thing.”

You’re not as shocked as Trink and Eytelle. Caspian has an older sister, three younger brothers and a younger sister too, which you keep to yourself. It’s also against Abnegation ideals, typically families are only supposed to have two children for every house to keep close to traditional family roles. Not only does your family go against that idea, you also go against everything else, too.

If it weren’t for the fact that Alyssum is in Reed’s care, Reed wouldn’t be living in a house. He’d be living in group housing, similar to an orphanage, so that he wouldn’t be hogging a house all to himself. This is just one way your family has drawn attention over the years. It doesn’t help that your next door neighbor, Caspian’s family, has done the exact same thing. And you all are family friends.

Or rather, you were. 

“I’m pretty sure my mom and dad will be here.” Trink sits on her bed, leaning back on her hands, “I mean, there’s no reason for them not to. I’m their only child.”

You want to tell her that it doesn’t make a difference whether or not she’s their only child. Mox is Reed’s only brother, and yet he didn’t go to see him after he transferred. Normally when a teenager switches factions, immediately their family is supposed to consider them a traitor.

The saying is ‘faction over blood’ for a reason. And you are much too familiar with it.

“What about you, (Y/n)?” Trink asks, turning the attention to you. Her eyebrows are raised, waiting.

You give them a half-shrug, “Abnegation has strict ideals, I wouldn’t be surprised if I were left alone today.”

She gives a nod, “Hope that isn’t the case, then.”

You tilt your head, crossing your arms. You don’t really have a response for what she says. You’ve already done your hoping, and it was right after you lost your fight to Ossie. Since then, you haven’t dwelt on it. If Reed comes, you’ll welcome him with open arms and hope that he brings Alyssum with. If he doesn’t, you understand. You dug your grave a long time ago, today is when you see if you’re meant to lay in it.

“He’s coming.” Eytelle suddenly murmurs, barely audible.

Suddenly, you’re all looking over to the bathroom to see what Finnick looks like today. He was wheeled out of the training room after your fight, and he didn’t end up going to dinner, either. You thought that you’d put him in the infirmary overnight, but Eytelle was up early enough to see him come in. The first thing he did was go to the bathroom.

It’s been nearly an hour later, and he’s finally coming out. 

Your heart stutters and freezes in your chest when you see his face. It’s bad. Worse than you thought that you had done. Then again, you don’t know what you expected, because you definitely did black out for a moment while you were on top of him the second time. A clear indication of that is when Finnick’s face got worse in cuts, rather than gradually.

Finnick’s face is swollen, deeply bruised, and ugly. If you didn’t already know that it was Finnick, judging by his height, body and hair, you would ask who the new person is. He’s different, and it’s all your fault. And he’s clearly in pain too, his steps are light, like he’s trying not to jolt his face too much.

You press your lips together, staring at him. It’s disrupted when Thyme jumps up from her bed, heading towards him, already running her mouth. Her words aren’t fully pronounced, though. Thanks to Trink, Thyme’s missing a couple of teeth. When she smiles, it’s pretty noticeable. And yet, it doesn’t stop her from talking.

At first, Finnick doesn’t even seem fazed by Thyme, but the more she follows him, the longer she talks, his hands ball into fists. And then, his voice fills the room, loud and clear, “Can you just shut the fuck up for five minutes?”

Finnick keeps moving to his bunk, but Thyme stops where she’s standing. A lost puppy look crosses her face, and for a moment you’re sure that it’s genuine. Until it drops, and now she’s scowling, mouth turned downwards and following behind Finnick with a slight stomp. Maybe you’ve set Finnick’s bullshit meter straight again.

Too bad it’s too late.

The door to the dormitory opens, causing the rest of you to look over to see that it’s Caspian. He plays with the piercings in his lips, “Looks like I don’t even have to shout.” he stops a few steps in, hands in his pockets, “You all should know that we take ‘faction over blood’ here, very seriously. If by some miracle your families do come, I wouldn’t be too enthusiastic to see them. It wouldn’t be very Dauntless of you, understand?”

He receives silence as a response, which is just as good as a verbal one.

“Rankings will be posted tonight, after dinner.” Caspian motions to a bulletin board, “Right here. They’re final, so don’t bother complaining.” his hand goes right back into his pocket, “Your families are in the Pit when you’re ready.”

Caspian’s eyes land on you just before he leaves. Like he’s trying to tell you that you’re the exception. Your family is not here. Should you even bother leaving the dormitory? You’ll only be met with disappointment. Unless, by some chance, Reed did come. In this case, you shouldn’t let him down.

Trink, Eytelle and Allio are eager to go, despite Caspian’s warnings against seeming too attached. You’re glad that they waited until he was out of the room to turn to each other and speak. 

Trink stands, smoothing out her clothes and fiddling with her hair. Eytelle actually straightens up, no longer hunching over like she normally does. Allio is the only one, besides you, who doesn’t care about appearances. He gets up from where he sat, and stands by you to wait for the other two girls.

Together, the four of you leave the dormitory.

At first, as you walk down the hallway, you feel fine. But then the pinching and twisting in your stomach starts, and suddenly you’re beginning to feel sick again. It had calmed down for a small period of time, but it’s come back, violent and growing into your heart. A light fluttery feeling fills you, you have to wipe your palms on your jeans to get the sweat off.

If Reed is here, what would you say to him? How would you start a conversation? You can’t hug him, or ask him how he and Alyssum are. And it’s not just because of the restrictions that Caspian has newly placed on you all. It’s against Abnegation ideals to talk about yourself. Reed would be obligated to ask how you feel, even if you didn’t want him to. Even if he doesn’t want to.

Maybe this all won’t matter the moment you see him. Maybe it’ll all come naturally, and you’ll fall back into place. Because there were moments in Abnegation that were real and raw, and they’re the few memories that you keep in your heart. You wonder if they have the same sentimental value to Reed, as they do to you.

You hope he’s here.

Trink, Allio and Eytelle walk right out of the hallway and into the Pit. You can already hear the chorus of voices, all of them loud and overlapping each other. It would’ve been an overwhelming sound on your first day in Dauntless, but now it’s just natural. You’re used to loud voices, laughter and acts of danger in the cafeteria. You’re used to the chaos in the hallways and paths.

You inch out slowly, taking in the room piece by piece. First, you can see that the Dauntless-born initiates are here too, gathered with their own families that are dressed in black. Tattoos, piercings, and brightly colored hair are clustered in groups. Next, are all the foreign families.

Trink immediately navigates to her mother and father in blue. She greets them with a handshake and a bright smile. Both of her parents are blonde and fairly tall. Eytelle walks into a crowd of black and white with Allio, and they slowly split from there. All of Allio’s family is here, dressed in their own formal, Candor ways. You wonder if any of them smoke.

You keep moving, keep pushing, searching for grey. The more you move in, the more you come to the conclusion that Reed didn’t come. And you can’t help but to feel more relieved than upset. However, you catch a glimpse of grey robes through a sea of black. When you get closer, you see that it’s not your family, but Finnick’s. Both of his parents and his brother are here.

It all stops mattering to you when you see two separate Amity families, and you struggle to remember if there was a second Amity initiate in your group. You’re sure there wasn’t, Thyme should be the only one. There were two Erudite initiates, one of them dead, two Abnegation transfers, no longer friends. One Amity initiate, a liar, and the rest were Candor transfers. It comes out to eight evenly, so what the hell…

You stop where you’re standing when you finally see.

The fluttery feeling returns, tears gathering in your eyes. 

You knew that expecting Reed to come was slim but this is different.

This is impossible.

Mox stands next to a short brunette woman. In her arms is a toddler, hair separated into pigtails, dressed in a light yellow overalls and a white shirt. Mox talks to the woman with a smile, and you feel your heart wrench when he tucks a stray hair behind her ear.

You thought it would be easy to listen to what Caspian said about not feeling attached to your family. Reed would’ve had you three feet away, without a single consideration of bringing you closer. But Mox is not Reed, and it’s much harder to have self-control.

You haven’t seen your brother in three years.

“Mox,” you strain, moving forward.

He looks up, straight at you. His smile, that had temporarily disappeared, reappears immediately at the sight of you. He’s already got his arms out to you, and when you’re close enough, he pulls you in for a tight hug. You squeeze him back, blinking fast to keep the tears at bay. You can’t cry, not here at least.

“Hey, (Y/n),” his voice is smooth, he rubs a hand over your back, “How are you doing?”

You pull away, “Good, considering I’ve broken my nose twice.”

He lets out a laugh, the woman next to him does too. Her voice is light, peaceful and welcoming, “So you are aware that it’s crooked?”

You give him a look that’s a mix between a glare and a warning for him not to push it. Cleo said that it wouldn’t be the same again. And as far as you’re concerned, revenge has been delivered to the people that have broken it. Karma does come back around, she just takes her time.

Mox becomes a little more serious, “I heard that you switched factions from a friend of mine. I figured that Reed wouldn’t be coming to visit you today, so I decided to take the spot. I hope you don’t mind.”

You shake your head, “I don’t. I wasn’t expecting him to come either. He didn’t for you.” 

Mox nods, “How was Alyssum?”

It’s hard to be surprised that he didn’t ask about Reed, but you can see why. Reed completely abandoned Mox, like he will do to you, too. It’s a factor that you and your brother have in common. It may have been three years, and he may have left you with him, but it still brings you two closer. 

“She was good. She’s not really fussy, even now.” you rub your finger over the wounds on your palms due to your nails, “I’m just afraid that Reed’s going to keep silent about us.”

Mox presses his lips together, “Is that what he did after I left?”

The woman next to him senses the tension beginning to form. She presses her hand against his shoulder, giving him a smile, “Are you going to introduce me?”

In an instant, the smile returns to Mox’s face, “Yes, sorry.” he gives her an apologetic look before looking at you, “(Y/n), this is my wife, Keely. And our daughter, Ladonna.”

You’re not sure how to greet her at all, so she takes the initiative by opening up one of her arms as a hug. You move in, being careful not to disturb Ladonna, who suddenly has her eyes on you. Keely smells flowery, as if you stopped by a rose bush and took in a deep breath.

“I’ve heard many great things about you, (Y/n),” she rubs your arm briefly, “Do you want to hold her?”

“Yes, of course.” you say, “She won’t pull on my nose ring, right?”

“That’s right,” Keely agrees, adjusting Ladonna in her arms until she’s turned to face you.

She doesn’t even know who you are, yet she reaches out as if you aren’t a stranger. You take her in your arms, and find yourself filled with nostalgia. You miss being able to hold Alyssum like this. You bounce Ladonna slightly, watching a smile come over her pretty face, nose wrinkling.

“So, how did you three sneak in?” a voice asks.

You nearly jump out of your skin, turning to see Caspian. His face looks serious for a couple of beats, but with the way Mox’s face twists, he can’t help but to laugh. He places a hand on your shoulder briefly, giving you a look.

Mox is still looking over Caspian’s face, obviously not recognizing him. But then Mox’s spine is a steel rod, “Caspian?”

“That’s me.” he laughs, “It’s been a while.”

“A while is an understatement. You look completely different.” Mox shakes his head, “What did you do to your face?”

“What? You don’t like the snake bites?” Caspian pushes his tongue against the inside of the studs, making them move around on the outside. 

You think you can see Keely pale slightly, mouth screwing shut. You don’t blame her for getting sick. You’re still getting used to the sight, even though Caspian does it so often that it’s just a part of his personality now.

“It doesn’t hurt to do that?” Mox asks.

“It’s fully healed.” Caspian shrugs, “You never answered my question.”

“About getting in?” Mox’s eyebrows twitch together, “It wasn’t hard. I just said I was (Y/n)’s family and they let me in.”

Caspian hums, “Guess I need to have a talk with them about being more strict.”

Mox pauses, still thinking. He only seems to gain confusion, “Are you in charge of security?”

“No,” you say, playing with Ladonna’s hand, “He’s in charge. He’s one of the three leaders.”

Mox’s eyebrows skyrocket, “Oh, really?”

“Yes,” Caspian’s smirking, “Surprised?”

“Not really, you’ve always been a delinquent.”

Caspian lets out a laugh, “Don’t act like you have a clean slate.”

Mox shares a mischievous look with Caspian, making you look between them. You already knew that Caspian wasn’t a good teenager, but Mox? He’s a crybaby. Your brother wouldn’t hurt a fly, much less do anything that would consider him a bad kid. He might have been considered to be a model example of what Abnegation boys should be like, if it weren’t for his sensitivity.

“Cleaner than yours.” Mox retorts.

“Only by a few.”

Keely lets out a laugh, “I’m not sure this is something you should be bragging about.”

Mox gives her a polite smile, “It’s in my past, I promise. It was hard not to get dragged into Reed and Caspian’s shenanigans.”

You can’t help it anymore, “Reed too?”

Caspian gives you a smug look, “Oh, so they haven’t told you the stories?”

“Why would they?” you bounce Ladonna slightly, “You have to tell me, now that you’ve mentioned it.”

Mox tilts his head at Caspian, “Don’t do it, you’ll inspire her.”

“I think she needs a little inspiration.” Caspian says, but the mischief in his tone is gone, “Actually, can I speak to you in private?”

Mox gives him a nod. When you go to follow behind them, Caspian gives you a smile, “Stay here, okay? We’ll only be a few minutes.”

“Oh, sure.” you look to Keely, “Do you want Ladonna…?”

“No, you can hold onto her.”

They leave together after that. You’re left standing by yourself in the Pit, surrounded by other families. A part of you knows that you should be bothered by Caspian taking your brother to talk to him in private, especially since it’s been a while since you’ve seen him yourself. But you aren’t. The fact that he came here to visit you in the first place, makes you feel whole.

He knew that Reed wouldn’t come, so he did instead.

Talk about the unpredictable.

You take a look around the room, not really having anything else to do while you wait. If Caspian wants to talk to your brother and his wife in private, you know that it can’t be anything good. And since you’re the only exclusion, you don’t have to guess what it may be about. It’s obviously you that’s going to be the center of that conversation. 

Without meaning to, your eyes find Finnick’s family first out of habit. Normally during social gatherings in Abnegation, you and Finnick would find each other in the sea of grey bodies. Even if you two couldn’t talk to each other, it was a comforting thought to know that your friend was somewhere nearby.

Given recent circumstances, it’s no longer comforting. Finnick has become the source of your nerves in Dauntless. Just having your back turned to him makes you tense up, afraid of what he can do. You’re vulnerable like that, not being able to see what he’s doing, if he’s talking to you.

A good example of this, is right now. You hadn’t even realized that Finnick’s entire family has their eyes on you. And it’s not a look of confusion, it’s pure hatred, the type of rage that’s forged in fires. Finnick is standing right beside them, his body is halfway turned toward you, but he says nothing. None of them say anything, and they don’t have to.

You’ve caught the memo. You’re no longer a family friend of the Odair’s. You’re an enemy. You would give away your spot in Dauntless to bet that Finnick fed them some sort of lie. Or he told them that you did that to his face without telling them the whole story. Without telling him what kind of son that they’ve raised.

Keely was right to leave Ladonna in your hands, because if she hadn’t, you would be telling Finnick’s family that they raised a monster. You’d tell them all what kind of shit that he had been up to in Abnegation, the amount of peers that he had fought in the gravel. You kept count, and you’re sure that the number would give them grey hairs. Not to mention, the murderous look on Finnick’s face when he got to the point of no return.

You’ll admit it, you’re no saint, but neither is he.

There’s a moment where you and Finnick stare at each other, frozen in time. And you can picture him in grey, hair shaved too short. His face turns into a childish grin as he gives you a wave. His smile is so infectious that you can’t help but to return it with an eye roll, waving him off so that you don’t get in trouble with Reed. But you still spend the rest of the day sneaking him looks in-between jobs.

The memory is gone when he tears his eyes away first, saying something to his family. They move away, through the crowd and towards the dining hall. You stare at the open space for a second before looking at Ladonna, bouncing her to get the pretty smile on her face back. 

It’s only a few minutes later when Caspian, Keely and Mox come back from their private talk. Caspian doesn’t stop when they do, he continues past you and into the crowd. You watch him disappear too.

“We shouldn’t stay for long,” Mox says, redirecting your attention, “Maybe an hour more. We don’t want to upset our community.”

“Are you even supposed to be here?” you ask.

Keely nods, “We got permission, but it took some convincing.”

“Oh,” you let out, feeling the disappointment beginning, “Are you hungry? I’m sure the dining hall is open now.”

Mox gives you a smile, “Thank you.”

You lead them through the crowd, being careful to warn them of any drops. Ladonna is still in your arms, and you cradle her head with your free hand. A few people stare when you pass, and you can’t really blame them. It must be odd to see a Dauntless initiate paired with Amity family. Two completely different living situations, and the factions don’t typically get along, either.

There’s plenty of empty tables for you to take, so you decide to sit at one that’s nearest to the door. You hand Ladonna back over to Keely, because you’ve never really liked feeding toddlers, and watch as Mox helps himself to the food that’s presented on the table.

“I’m surprised you didn’t bring us to Finnick.” Mox starts, suddenly you wish you had picked the topic, “You two are still friends, right?” he looks at you, waiting patiently.

You give Mox a shrug, “It’s a complicated story.”

“I’m all ears,” he says without missing a beat.

You give him a smile, unsure if he recognizes the irony of the statement. Two former Abnegation members, one of them all ears, the other not used to talking about themself just yet, “Well, we started off that way, but Dauntless initiation isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. I tried to apologize for being distant, he didn’t listen and yesterday…” your face suddenly feels hot, shame running through your body, “I had to fight Finnick and I did that to his face.”

Keely’s face is a representation of disgust, mouth turned toward, eyebrows drawn in. She doesn’t say anything, though. Mox does, “Doesn’t sound that complicated to me.”

“I cut out a lot of details.” you admit, playing with your spoon, “The Amity transfer that he’s hanging around isn’t as innocent as she’s acting, and he can’t see that.”

“Thyme Tattrie?” Keely asks, “Is that her name?”

You nod, “I mean, I don’t know her last name, but it’s Thyme, yeah.”

Mox suddenly doesn’t look very happy either. They share a knowing look before they’re shaking their heads, “Stay away from her.”

“I already do--”

“No,” Keely interrupts, “You need to do it more than you already do. She’s never been good, (Y/n).”

If there’s no objection coming from Mox, then they must be serious. Their expressions aren’t as grave as their tones. You guess that it would make sense that they know more about her than you do. Amity--from what you’ve heard--lives in one community, they’re all accustomed to each other. It would be hard not to know about someone else’s business.

“You should probably apologize to Finnick,” Mox shakes his head, “Tell him what he wants to hear, at least.”

You set your jaw, “I think it’s too late for that.”

Mox doesn’t like that, “You still care about him, don’t you?”

“I warned him, Mox.” You protest, “I told him multiple times that she was the problem, and he was the one that didn’t listen. What makes you think that he’ll listen now? Especially after I did that to his face?”

Mox doesn’t say anything back to you. Keely is quietly feeding Ladonna, squishing peas and scooping the mush onto the spoon. She clears her throat, “Then don’t talk to him, talk to Thyme. In Amity, we start at the root of the problem instead of the petals.”

The statement by itself is innocent, but the look she gives you after is not. It’s a double-edged sword. You always thought that the Amity were supposed to be the kind ones, advocates for peace. But at one point or another, everyone had to have their dark points.

“I see.” you say, hands falling in your lap.

They both give you a smile, as if neither had implied what they just did.

“How are you liking Dauntless?” Keely asks, “What’s the lifestyle like?”

You blow air into your cheeks as you think, trying to build up as much information as possible before you let it loose. And once you do start speaking, they don’t give you any breaks. Even after you’re finished with lunch, you occupy the table. They seem genuinely interested in what you have to say about Dauntless.

The hour is up before you’re ready.

You bring them back to the Pit, which isn’t as nearly as full as it was before. Still, Mox insists on bringing you into the same empty hallway that Caspian had brought him to. For a moment, he stands across from you, staring at you, not saying anything.

When he speaks, it’s quiet, “Just because Reed didn’t show up, doesn’t mean he loves you any less. He’s always been prideful, (Y/n). It’s harder for him, we were all he had.”

You nod, you know. You figured that much.

“I love you, (Y/n).” Mox gives you a smile, “And I’m sorry that I didn’t say goodbye before I left.” a pout begins to form, “I knew that you would convince me to stay, and I couldn’t…”

You hug Mox, squeezing him tight. You place your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes, “It’s okay, Mox. You don’t need to apologize.”

Mox sniffs, and then presses a kiss to your cheek before backing up, “You can make it through initiation, all you have to do is focus. Caspian doesn’t think you have anything to worry about.” he lets out a laugh, “I know the two of you have never been close, but he’s on your side.”

You laugh too, “I’ve figured that out already.”

“The next two stages are going to be the easiest for you.” Mox is hitting that serious point again, “You have to be careful.”

You open your mouth to ask why, confused about how he knows about Dauntless initiation in the first place. Or why he thinks that the next two will be easiest for you. But just before the words leave your lips, it hits you like a truck. You can feel the blood run from your face to your feet, pooling on the Dauntless rocks and slithering down to the Pit floor.

He knows. 

“How did you find out?” your voice doesn’t belong to you. You don’t even care about the stages, you want to find out where you went wrong. How did Mox find out that you’re Divergent?

Your stomach twists again, and you can see the scene of Caspian going to speak with Mox and Keely in private. 

Mox confirms this, “Caspian’s noticed you have Erudite tendencies--”

You take a step back, Mox reaches and grabs your wrist.

“Listen to me,” Mox says, “This would have happened in any other faction, I’m just glad you didn’t choose Erudite.”

You nod, a sick feeling arising in your stomach. You don’t bother telling Mox that you don’t feel safe knowing that Caspian is holding the one secret that means life or death. You have to be careful with how you talk to him from now on. Caspian’s always been known for blowing a fuse and doing shit that turns a bad reputation on someone. If you step out of line…

“(Y/n), you’re the bravest out of us all,” Mox says, “If there’s anyone that can make it through initiation, it’s you.”

“Okay,” you say, “Yeah.”

He pulls you in for one last hug, “I love you, don’t forget that.”

“I love you too,” you mumble, “Thank you for coming.”

You don’t want to let go, but you don’t have much of a choice.

“It was nice meeting you.” Keely says, she lifts Ladonna’s hand up to wave, “Be brave, as they say here.”

You watch them walk through a different hallway that leads directly to the Pit staircase. And you can’t bring yourself to move from the spot. Caspian said not to be too attached to family, but it’s hard not to. All you want to do is cry. For Reed and Alyssum not coming, for having to say goodbye to Mox for the last time, for seeing the family he created in Amity. And for the fact that Caspian knows that you’re Divergent, because you’re not hiding it well enough.

You let the tears spring from your eyes to get them out of the way. You wipe your eyes, rub your nose and fan your face, taking deep breaths to get the tight feeling out of your throat.

When you go to leave, you come up short. There’s someone standing next to the wall, pressed against it to be more concealed. An eavesdropper, that no doubt just heard the entire conversation you just had with Mox. The one about you being Divergent.

Your hand wraps around their shirt, yanking them into the hallway you were just in. You throw, letting go of the fabric as they fall to the ground. In the silence, you can hear their palms hit the rock floor. It’s hard to see who it is at first, but once they look at you, your hands are becoming fists.

Thyme stares up at you blankly, then she smiles, “Sounds like you’re attached to your family.”

“If I were you, I would think over what I say.” you snarl, “Or you could end up in a body bag.”

The smile falters.

“How much of that did you hear?”

“Only the end.” she backs up, getting to her feet.

You don’t believe her, not after what Mox and Keely told you.

“I won’t say anything,” she tilts her head, dusting off her hands, “As long as you stay away from Finnick.”

Blackmail.

You should kill her. You should kill her, and make it look like an accident. Because there is no fucking way--

“Or I could just go ahead and tell everyone that you have Erudite tendencies.” she mocks your brother’s voice, “Your choice.”

You’re going to rephrase what you said.

You are going to kill her.

“Don’t you have a family to be visiting?”

“They left already.” Thyme looks bored, “Do we have a deal or not?”

“Fine.” you spit, “That means you have to stay the fuck away from me, too.”

“Gladly.” Thyme suddenly smiles, “I’m so happy this worked out.”

You press your lips together, wishing that she had caught a different secret. One that you would release yourself, so that she would still have nothing, and you’d still be a step ahead of her.

After taking a second to breathe, you turn and head out and into the main Pit floor. No one is out here anymore, not even Thyme is in sight. It’s just you.

It’s always left to just you.

You spend the rest of the afternoon and evening at the chasm, sitting with your forehead pressed against the metal railing. You thought that coming up with a solution in the dark by the river would be easier, since there’s no distractions. But all you do is draw up blanks. And the few solutions that do come to mind, end up in Thyme dying.

You keep trying to convince yourself otherwise, but it’s hard when she’s the source of all the problems you’re currently facing. Keely’s advice doesn’t help either. You want to think that she’s not endorsing violence and you’re just twisting it that way. It’s not the case, though.

The only reason why you leave the chasm is because the final rankings of the fights are posted tonight. Even then, you take your time making it to the dormitory, not as eager as everyone else must be. You already know that you made it past the first stage of initiation, Mox practically told you that without directly saying it.

When you walk inside, you’re able to see that Laurel is surrounded by everyone, a chalkboard leaning against her leg. At the sight of you, she nods, “And now I can begin.”

You resist the urge to steal a glance at Finnick, stopping next to Trink and Allio.

“Where were you?” Trink asks, looking at you, “We haven’t seen you since this morning.”

“I was thinking.” you say.

You don’t think you should tell her what happened. Not yet, at least. You don’t even have a plan fleshed out, and you’re pretty sure that should be your first step before spreading it to your friends. You’re sure that you need their help, and you’ll take it when the time is right.

“After the first first, we ranked you all according to your skill level. The number of points you earn relies on your skill level, and your opponent’s skill level. You earn more points by improving and beating someone with a high skill level.” Laurel looks over the group of you, “If you have a high rank, you lose points for losing to a lower-ranked opponent.

“Stage two of training is weighted more heavily than stage one. You’ll likely be unable to rank high at the end of initiation if you rank low in stage one.” Laurel reaches to the chalkboard, “We’ll announce the cuts tomorrow. It doesn’t matter if you’re Dauntless-born or a transfer initiate, four initiates will be cut. It could be four of you, four of them, or a combination between the two.

“With all that being said, here are your rankings.” 

Laurel brings the board up, hanging it on a hook and then moving out of the way so that you can see it for yourselves.

And they are not at all what you expected.

The first on the list is Allio.

The second is you.

And the third is Finnick.

A part of you feels like you should be celebrating, you have come nowhere near the bottom. This is more than you could have asked for. The other part feels like you should run and hide, because the tension in the room is only getting tighter with every passing second.

4. Trink.

5. Thyme.

6. Eytelle.

7. Ossie.

8. Amos.

You hold your breath.

“It’s rigged.” A voice says.

Laurel’s eyes snap to the direction, “What?”

“It’s rigged.” Thyme repeats, louder, “How is she second?”

Trink lets out a snort, “Jealous?”

“No.” Thyme snaps, “Caspian is one of the leaders, and he’s friends with (Y/n). She cheated, she tipped him off or something--”

Laurel lets out a laugh, causing Thyme to stop mid-sentence, “That is a very hefty accusation.” Laurel isn’t smiling, staring dead-on at Thyme, “I hope you aren’t serious.”

Thyme’s face twists, she knows that she’s caught, “Explain how she’s second, then.”

“It’s simple,” Laurel says, “Using what I said a few minutes ago about the points, (Y/n) showed great improvements. She might not have won two of the fights, but she came close. The only exception would be the fight she had against Ossie, in which (Y/n) forfeited. Despite everyone else’s wins and losses, Finnick had been in first, Allio in second and (Y/n) in third.

“When Allio won, it brought him up, but since Finnick lost to a lower-ranking opponent, it had a bigger effect. And with Finnick being a bigger opponent for (Y/n), it brought her up. Does that make sense to you now?” Laurel’s tone is passive aggressive.

Thyme doesn’t look happy, “Yes.”

“Good.” Laurel says, smiling, “I hope you’re all satisfied with where you’re placed. Enjoy your day off tomorrow, and good night.”

You all clear a path for her to leave.

No one moves until the door has shut behind her. Laurel’s explanation doesn’t even make sense to you. She said they started marking down skill points after the first round of fights. And considering that you lost the ones again Allio and Ossie, you should be much lower than you actually are.

Yes, Finnick would’ve raised you, but not much. Not enough to place you in second.

“Are you okay?” Trink asks, looking at you.

“It still makes no sense,” you shake your head, “I should be in fourth or something, not second.”

“I don’t think so. You showed strength during the fight with me,” Allio says, “So they probably gave you some credit there.”

“But I forfeited during the Ossie fight, so that would have dropped me back down again. And if Finnick was in first place, I should’ve brought him down to second…”

Thyme lets out a huff, “At least you’re not full of yourself.”

You’re not the only one who shoots her a glare. When have you ever been full of yourself? She doesn’t even know you well enough to make a statement like that. Unless Finnick is talking shit again.

Honestly, you’re afraid to even look at him. Thyme said to stay away from him, but does that include looks too? You don’t want to test the limits, but you haven’t seen his reaction to all of this just yet. You ruined his perfect fighting streak, and stole his position of number one.

Your eyes slowly shift from Thyme to Finnick.

You find that he’s not even looking at you, he’s actually staring down at his arm, eyebrows drawn in. You almost mirror his face when you see that Thyme has snaked her arm around his, pulling him into her. You’re surprised he hasn’t pulled away yet, especially after this morning.

“Anyway!” you suddenly say, clapping your hands and turning to your friends, “Let’s go celebrate! I’m thinking tattoos, piercings and clothes. What about you guys?”

Allio gives you a grin, “We should go find our Dauntless friends.”

“Sounds good to me.” Eytelle agrees.

Trink claps her hands quickly, jumping to lead the way out of the dormitory. 

Hopefully this will get rid of the sick feeling that has just arisen in your stomach.

--

Just before you had fallen asleep last night, you realized how stupid you were to think that Thyme is your problem. As if what Mox had said to you, had been nothing but air going through one ear and out the other. He blatantly told you that Caspian was on your side, and you just skated by that yesterday.

Of course, you aren’t thrilled by Caspian knowing about your Divergence, but Thyme knowing too is a thousand percent worse. In this case, you’re going to go ahead and take the lesser of two evils. If Mox can trust Caspian, then you suppose that it won’t hurt to give it a try.

You’ve also decided that you shouldn’t wait on telling Caspian what happened. Which, unfortunately, means that you’ve had to wake up early this morning. The only day off you’re getting this stage, and it’s going to be spent getting up at six to catch Caspian and them in the cafeteria. And this is under the assumption that they’re actually going to be there, and not sleeping in.

Since you’re not covered in a hundred injuries, you slip off the top bunk and land on the floor. The initial jolt sends pain spiralling in your teeth, but after a couple of seconds, it becomes bearable. You grab a handful of your clothes from beneath your pillow, scoop them into your arms, and then start to the bathroom.

As far as you can tell, all the right beds are occupied and no one is awake. It’ll make for an easy escape, the last thing you need is Thyme waking up or something. She might have agreed to keep away from you, but there’s nothing you can do to keep her from breaking that part of it. After all, she’s the one holding the heavier end of the deal.

Getting dressed in the dark isn’t nearly as hard as you thought it would be. You keep to a corner of the bathroom, not bothering to occupy a shower stall because it’s too much work. Besides, the tile flooring tends to be wet hours after the initial showers were taken. So, you could’ve showered last night and they’d still be wet into this afternoon.

You learned this after you wet your socks one too many times. You used to wander around the dormitory in socks, afraid of the last time the floors were actually cleaned. But it all went to shit when you’d have sopping socks before the day even began. And you don’t have that many socks in the first place.

You yank your jeans up, huffing quietly as you kick your legs to get them to fit formally. The sizes in Dauntless are hard to pin-point, not all stores go by the same fitting size. And it would be extremely irritating, but you’ve figured out why they do that in the first place. As you’ve noticed a couple of times, Dauntless members tend to be tall. So there’s stores catering to the tall, the short, and the people in the middle.

And it’s hard to tell which store is which, considering they all look the same and so does the clothing.

The shirt you pull on is looser than the ones you’ve been wearing recently, and it’s mostly because of the tattoo that you got with your friends last night. The tattoo artist advised it so that the tight shirts wouldn’t be rubbing against the fresh wound everyday. You’re glad that they thought of it, because you definitely wouldn’t have taken it into consideration.

As you start to fix your hair, you notice the way that the neck of the shirt dips, revealing the tattoo. If you were wearing a regular shirt, the tattoo wouldn’t be anywhere near visible, but that would all go down the drain if you were to wear a tank top or something. It’s all on purpose, and you’re actually fairly surprised that the tattoo artist didn’t say anything when you were explaining the tattoo you wanted.

It’s your siblings’ names below your collarbone in two rows. On top is Reed and Mox, and in the middle on the bottom is Alyssum. You almost went ahead and got Keely and Ladonna’s names too, but they don’t really have the same amount of sentimental value as your siblings. You met them for a little over an hour.

“Running away?”

The voice scares you out of your skin, making you slap your hand over your mouth to keep from screaming. It takes a moment, but your heart catches up with the terrifying thoughts running through your head, beating hard in your chest. When you turn to see who it is, you’re only slightly relieved to see that it’s Finnick.

You probably shouldn’t be talking to him right now. Not until you’ve secured your plan with Caspian, at least. After that, once it’s set in motion, there’s not much wiggle room for Thyme, and you’ll be less afraid to openly talk to Finnick. But for now, talking early in the morning when no one else is awake, is suspicious.

Finnick has his arms crossed, and he comes in just far enough to lean against the wall. At least he’s out of the doorway.

“If only it were that easy this time.” you say, turning back to the mirror. You secure your hair in place, straightening out, “Unfortunately, I actually have to solve the problem.”

Finnick doesn’t say anything for a moment, watching you gather your clothes. When he speaks, it’s quiet, “What is it?”

You look at him, pausing, “What?”

“What’s the problem?”

You continue to stare, not knowing what to say. You can’t tell him it’s Thyme, because Finnick will roll his eyes and move on. Two, you’re kinda mad that he came at you with an opening statement like that, and now he’s acting like you’re friends. And you can’t be honest and right out tell him you’re Divergent.

You’re caught in a net with no escape.

“I’m sorry,” you say, turning to face him, “I really am, but I can’t right now.”

“Of course.” Finnick says, dropping his arms and heading past you to the stalls.

You rub your forehead, shaking your head, “Finnick, you don’t understand.”

“How am I supposed to, when you never talk to me?” he turns to you again, “You always have these problems, and you’re always keeping them to yourself.”

You realize how hard you’re holding the clothes to your chest, arms tensed. You loosen up, only feeling slightly better when you do. You don’t know what to tell him, all you know is that you’re risking missing Caspian in the dining hall, the longer you stand here and go back and forth with Finnick.

“When I do open up, Finnick,” you’re frowning, pressure building behind your eyes. You don’t want to cry here. You won’t, “You’ll be the first person I go to.”

You leave the bathroom, heading to your bunk. You throw your sleepwear on the bed before scooping up your shoes that sit next to the wall. After that, you head straight for the door, being quiet when you open and shut it.

A few paces away from the door, you yank your shoes on. You start your way to the dining hall, rubbing your eyes to get the pressure to go away. Finnick really chose a bad time to approach you. You would have told him everything, if it weren’t all being held together by one string.

As expected, practically no one is awake this early. And if there is anyone, they wander around like zombies, coffee mugs in hand, hunched over as they make their way to their destination. Hardly any of them pay attention to you, but a few do give you a nod before moving on.

The closer you get to the dining room, the more your stomach begins to twist. Caspian knows that you have Erudite tendencies, and he must’ve seen that your original aptitude test result was Abnegation, but you chose Dauntless. So you wonder if he’s put it all together just yet, or if he’s come to the conclusion that you only came to Dauntless because Finnick was coming. Then again, it’s not like you don’t fit in here, because you do.

Either way, you stop in the doorway of the dining room, hands shoved into your pockets. It’s not hard to spot the group of five, they’re the only people here, besides you and the people preparing the food. They all seem preoccupied in conversation, so you’re left to approach the table.

It isn’t until you’re practically on top of them, do they realize that you’re there. And it’s not really shocking that Caspian is the first to look up. He initially has a smile on his face, but it starts to fade once he sees the way you’re looking at him.

“What’s the matter?” he asks.

The others look over their shoulder, eyebrows raised.

“Can I speak to you?”

Without another question, Caspian slips out of the bench, “I’ll be right back.”

Caspian leads you out of the dining hall, bringing you to a quiet corner of the Pit before turning his attention to you, waiting patiently.

“There aren’t microphones or anything, right?” you ask.

His eyebrows draw in, “No, we’re safe over here.”

You decide to be quiet anyway, “Thyme overheard my conversation with Mox yesterday, about me being…”

You don’t want to openly say it, and it’s fine because Caspian is nodding, “Did she say anything?”

You nod, “Not to anyone, but she wants me to stay away from Finnick or she’ll tell everyone.”

Caspian lets out a hum, nodding, “What do you plan on doing about it?”

You stare at him for a long while. You know that Caspian was never a saint back in Abnegation, and he can’t really be that clean here, either. But you’ve genuinely taken murder into consideration, and you’re not entirely sure if Caspian will condone that. 

You give him a look, tilting your head slightly, “I was hoping that you would know what to do.”

He shrugs, “Get Finnick in on it?”

“He won’t believe me.” you shake your head.

“Then convince him.”

“Keely told me that I should start with Thyme, because Finnick won’t be easy to waver.”

Caspian doesn’t say anything, staring at his shoes. He then raises his eyebrows, “The problem is that I can’t interfere.” he looks at you, “Laurel told me that Thyme thinks I’m interfering, and the other leaders are beginning to think the same. So whatever you do, I can’t be involved. And I can’t know.”

You deflate, “Oh.”

“What if you tell Finnick the truth about everything, including the thing to gain trust back, and you two work together from there?” 

Your eyebrows draw in, “How do I get him alone?”

Caspian shrugs, “I don’t know, you can try to do it sometime today.”

You purse your lips. You know that Finnick is awake right now, but you don’t know if Thyme is too. And you can’t really go over toward Finnick without risking waking up Thyme. 

“I’ll figure it out,” you say, “Thank you.”

“Just… don’t do anything too brash, okay?” Caspian pats your shoulder, “I’ll see you later.”

You wave him off, watching him head back into the dining hall before you head up the Pit stairs, going straight to the glass building above. The sunset isn’t going to be worth much right now, but you don’t really have any other place to go. You’re not really fond of the idea of undressing just to get ready again a couple hours later.

You find a place in the grass, criss-crossing your legs when you sit. 

You wait up here for a while, just wanting the time to pass. It’s a bummer to know that you’ve used up all your free passes with Caspian already, but the time had to come sooner or later. You were just hoping it would be the latter, because right now is a very inconvenient time.

At least you didn’t tell him that you’ve been considering murdering Thyme.

A quiet knocking sound breaks the silence you’ve been sitting in. You look over your shoulder slightly to see that Sydney and Nestor are standing on the other side of the glass, bright looks on their faces. They give you a wave as a greeting before motioning for you to go inside.

You let out a quiet laugh, getting up and dusting off the loose grass. Nestor opens the door for you, “How’s that tattoo feeling?”

“Doesn’t hurt at all, actually.” you say, “What’s up?”

Sydney claps a hand on your shoulder, steering you toward the Pit staircases, “We’re kidnapping you for a little while.”

Your eyebrows twitch, “What?”

“Don’t worry, Lennox snagged you a couple of blueberry muffins so you won’t be running on an empty stomach.” Nestor says.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” you laugh.

“Hey, you’re lucky we even found you. We had to hunt down Trink, but she didn’t know. For whatever reason, Finnick did.” Sydney says, “It was just a guess on his part, but it worked!”

You hope that Thyme didn’t take that the wrong way.

Anyway, since they’re not answering your questions, you don’t ask anymore. They lead you down the Pit stairs and through a couple of different hallways. The first few start off lit, but the further you go, the darker they become. Sydney’s arm never leaves your shoulders, while Nestor walks in front.

He takes one more turn around a corner, bringing you to a hallway that’s pretty crowded. There are Dauntless members all clustered together, staring at the three of you. At first, they don’t even notice that you three have joined them, until the person up front turns around to look.

“Is she the one you wanted to grab?” the girl asks.

“Yup,” Nestor says, “She’s cool, we’re cool, let’s get rolling.”

She pushes open a door, leading all of you into, what looks like, another dark hallway. However, Sydney leans over, “Watch your step, it’s a staircase.”

You’re glad that she warned you.

All of you work your way up the stairs, the leader of the pack pushes open a door at the top, sending light flooding into the stairwell. It gives you the opportunity to see who you’re surrounded by, and if you can recognize any faces. You think you can make out Ameer in Mirza, up front and shoving each other. A few people ahead of you is Lennox, who holds four muffins, two in each hand.

The door that you’ve all taken leads to, just about, the same area that you were sitting at a couple of minutes ago. Only, you’re a few hundred yards from the glass building, close to the train tracks. You don’t bother to point out how repetitive that was, you three could’ve just walked over here.

“(Y/n)!” Lennox shouts, holding up the food to you, “You’ve got a minute or two to scarf these down before the train comes.”

You take the first one from his hand, “Thanks.”

As you eat, the three of them tell you that they’re not entirely sure what they’re doing. Only that it’s sort-of an exclusive event for the younger siblings of older Dauntless members. Which immediately raises the question of whether or not you should be here, considering you don’t fit the requirements.

Lennox just waves you off, “You’ve got three of us, don’t worry about it,” he takes a bite out of one of the muffins afterward, claiming that he’s hungry. Sydney gives him a disapproving look, but you’re not about to fight him over a muffin.

Just as you finish the third, dusting your hands free of crumbs, the train’s horn fills the air. You can feel the rumblings beneath your shoes, the headlight blinding you if you stare at it for too long. In no time, it whizzes right past you, and you’re all chasing after it to yank yourself inside.

Lennox goes in before you, flawlessly pulling himself in. You throw yourself at the train car too, hand wrapping around the outside handle before you kick yourself inside. Lennox is there to steady you, giving you a grin and a laugh. The two of you move out of the way for Sydney and Nestor, who come in just as easily.

“So, who’s your siblings?” you ask, “You can’t just tell me you have them and not introduce me.”

“Says you!” Sydney laughs, “We didn’t even get to see your family yesterday.”

“They left early, couldn’t stay for long.”

“Very Abnegation of them.” Nestor’s staring out of the train door.

You decide not to correct them. They don’t really need to know that it was your Amity brother that came and saw you. You’re sure that would cause some sort of problem within the Dauntless community. You’ve already been doing that a lot lately, so you don’t really need to do it on purpose.

“At least they came.” you say.

“Anyway,” Lennox cuts in, “I’ve got an older brother, he’s somewhere in this mess. Try not to get a crush on him.”

Judging by the glare he sends Sydney, you’re going to go ahead and say that it wouldn’t be the first time that it’s happened to him. Sydney raises her hand, placing it in the air so that it blocks out Lennox’s face.

“Older sister, she’s the one leading the group. Try not to get a crush on her.” This is when Sydney sends a glare at Lennox.

Nestor leans over slightly, finally tearing his eyes from the outside, “It’s really a wonder how they get along.”

“It’s not my fault your sister is hot.” Lennox says.

“You--” Sydney raises her fist.

“Remember the last time you fought me?”

“--asshole!” she finishes, slamming her fist into his chest.

Lennox genuinely winces, rubbing the spot, “At least I didn’t date her.”

“You almost did!” 

“How old is Sydney’s older sister?” you whisper to Nestor.

“She’s seventeen and a half, only a year older than Sydney.” he whispers back.

“Oh.” you stand up now, “Okay, makes sense.”

Lennox motions to you, “See? (Y/n) thinks it’s okay.”

The second her eyes land on you, you’re raising your hands in the air, “That is not what I meant.”

The argument can’t go on any longer, Sydney’s older sister cuts across the wind as if it’s not howling in all of your ears, “Time to go!”

And then she jumps off of the train, onto a patch of grass. As far as you can tell, she lands on her feet, but it’s hard to be sure because the train hasn’t slowed. It’s still going at the fast pace it sped up to after you got on.

People follow behind her, pressing your small group of friends forward. Lennox and Nestor leave the car at the same time, putting you and Sydney next in line. You can think of a hundred different reasons why this isn’t a good idea. The amount of injuries you could get if you don’t land on your feet, or if you do land on your feet but it's just the wrong way.

Sydney gives you a nod before hurling herself off the train. You make a face, a slight whine coming from your throat. You can feel it, but the sound doesn’t reach your ears. Not with how close you’re standing next to the door.

With people impatiently pressing on your back, you jump out too. You have just enough time to grit your teeth together before you hit the ground. Your ankles feel like they collapse in on themselves, and you stumble a few steps forward after because of the momentum. 

Once you regain your footing, you have to jog to catch up with Sydney, Nestor and Lennox, who haven’t waited for you at all. They’re taking guesses on what they think you’ll be doing today. You decide that it’s for the best if you keep your mouth shut about your own predictions. Mox’s warning is still pretty fresh.

The streets you all walk, are bare and abandoned. So much so, that you all spread out in clusters without worry of coming upon a car. When you look behind you, you’re able to see The Hub, which is south of the bridge. It just means that you’re north of it, in the abandoned part of the city. The buildings here are tall, and quiet, they remind you a lot of the one you and Lennox passed through during the paintball game.

Most of the journey is a walk, but when the front members spot the building they’re looking for, they break into a sprint. It causes the rest of you to follow behind them, desperate not to fall behind. They push through a set of doors that lead you straight into the lobby of the building.

Lennox holds the door open for all three of you, before coming inside himself. Broken glass from damaged glass doors crunch beneath your shoes, breaking into tinier shards. You’re careful to kick the glass off, not wanting to track it all the way back to the Dauntless headquarters later.

You figure that their aim is to go to the top of the building, but instead of taking the stairs, Sydney’s sister stops in front of the elevator. She shoves her finger against the UP button, turning to face the crowd that she’s been leading this entire time. You’re not surprised when her eyes find and pick you out.

“So, Sydney decided to bring a transfer initiate, huh?” She asks, there’s a playful look on her face.

“You must be Sydney’s hot older sister,” you say, fighting to keep a straight face.

Sydney immediately punches your upper arm, her pale skin turning a slight shade of red. Her sister lets out a laugh, joining in on Lennox and Nestor’s snickering. You don’t hold your laugh in for long, giving Sydney a grin. All she does is stick her tongue out at you, but there’s a smile creeping onto her face too.

“I’m Maarja,”

“(Y/n).” 

Maarja gives you a smile, “Don’t get left behind.”

“As if that’ll ever happen.” Sydney says, “(Y/n) placed second in the first stage.”

Maarja looks at Sydney, “If only you were that good.”

Both of the elevators open, allowing you to go inside. The actual Dauntless members get inside of the one on the right, while the rest of you get in on the left. You don’t have to guess that it’s just you initiates left, because you begin to recognize the faces once they start passing you.

You already know that Ameer and Mirza are here, but you figure out that Blaire is here too, talking to them about tattoos. It sounds friendly enough, their tone of voices say otherwise, though. You don’t see a fight breaking out any time soon, which is the only part that matters. The last thing you want is to have the three of them scrap it out in the elevator. Ameer will probably get a kick out of that.

Horace has to duck his head to get inside, and you barely catch Cass slipping in because she’s quick about it. There’s no sight of Hallie or Claris.

“They got cut,” Lennox says, as if he’s reading your mind. He jams his thumb into the one hundred button, “I think we saw two from your group leave too.”

“Probably Amos and Ossie,” you lean against the back wall, bending your knees just before the elevator starts up, “Did they not walk out the front?”

“They got the departure of champions.” Ameer suddenly says, “Straight to the Pit of Doom.”

Mirza slaps his chest, “He means that the leaders escorted them out a door that leads straight to the streets. It’s the fastest way to get them out and make sure that they can’t sneak back in. That door is locked at all times.”

You frown slightly, “Do they help them at all?”

Cass lets out a snort, “They give them a ‘good luck’, if that’s what you mean.”

It isn’t. You were hoping that they’d say that the leaders give the cut initiates some sort of direction. Like pointing them towards the nearest factionless community or something. In Abnegation, you’d seen groups of factionless in abandoned buildings, plenty of times. It’s like a natural instinct for them to come together.

You can’t imagine Caspian sending out four teenagers and wishing them luck. Dauntless is already far from the heart of the city, not to mention most of you haven’t even been out this far until now. 

You press your lips together and bite your tongue. The doors to the elevators open, sending a gust of wind through the elevator. Horace is the first to leave the room, with you and Lennox following directly after. As soon as you step out, you can see that there’s a hole in the ceiling, which is the cause of the wind.

You watch as Maarja carries a ladder to the hole, propping it up against the edge. She sends your group a cheeky grin, beginning to climb. As she goes up, the ladder seems to teeter and groan, cracks of paint falling to the floor. Maarja doesn’t care, though, she gets to the roof without a problem and holds the top of the ladder for the people that come after her.

The Dauntless members head up the ladder before the rest of you. A sort-of queue begins to form after the last member starts up. Starting with Lennox, then Nestor, and you’re shoved forward to go third before you let your manners get the best of you. The ladder holds your weight well enough, and Lennox is there to steady you again. 

Once Sydney gets to the top, she pulls a strand of hair from her mouth, making a face, “I really need to cut my hair.”

“What?” Maarja begins, turning her attention to Sydney temporarily, “Don’t like tasting the grease? When’s the last time you actually washed your hair?”

“I will throw you off of this building, Maar,” Sydney threatens, “Don’t fucking test me.”

Maarja laughs, shaking her head.

The wind inside of the elevator doesn’t even compare to the wind up on the roof. It’s much stronger, blows your hair straight off your shoulders. You guess that you did your hair for nothing, because it’s all been ruined now.

The marsh spreads as far as the eye can see, it’s a mix of green and brown, an ugly landscape. If you look the other way, you can vaguely see the city, and the outlines of the buildings against the sky. 

“Watch this!” Sydney shouts, heading toward the edge of the building.

Nestor follows behind her, one hand tucked into his pocket. His hair has completely shifted away from its normal position, revealing his forehead. Sydney gets up on the cement wall, spreading her arms out. Her black shirt flaps against her body, filling with air to make her look bigger than she actually is.

Nestor grabs a fistful of the back of her shirt. Hypothetically speaking, he doesn’t really need to hold onto her. If anything, the wind will push her off of the wall, toward you guys, because it’s going head-on with her. But you guess that it won’t hurt to hold onto her, anyway. Just in case the wind does suddenly shift directions.

“They’re dating, by the way!” Lennox shouts, “If you haven’t noticed already.”

“They look so much alike.” you look at him, he shrugs.

“Just how it is sometimes.” 

Maarja passes by you two, heading to a pole that’s on the roof. As you look over it, you seem to notice a thick, black steel cable. Just below it, is a pile of black slings, large enough to hold a person. Maarja grabs one of them from the ground and attached it to a pulley that hangs from the steel cable.

The cable goes far, but there’s only so much you can see. It obviously goes over a cluster of smaller buildings, the wire gets too small to see where it goes after that, though.

“Holy shit!” Lennox bounces, Sydney and Nestor begin to head back towards you two. Sydney’s hair is very obviously knotted from the wind, “Ziplining!”

Despite everything being laid out before you, you don’t realize what the wire is for until Maarja is strapping Cass into one of the body slings. Cass moves forward on her stomach, suspended in the air while Maarja secures her legs, shoulders, stomach and more to make sure that she’s properly supported by the fabric.

Maarja then pulls Cass to the end of the roof, begins a countdown from five, but shoves Cass on two. And just like that, Cass hurtles towards the ground at a steep incline, gaining speed with each passing stomach. Your friends move forward, toward the edge of the building in excitement.

You can’t bring yourself to move from your spot. Your legs are in a purgatory of liquid and steel, your stomach in even worse condition. Suddenly, you’re fighting down your brunch as you try not to imagine yourself in one of those slings. So far above the ground…

Your stomach swarms with a disgusting light feeling, not helping the nausea at all. You press your hand to your forehead, wondering how it got so hot all of a sudden.

The Dauntless’ cheers begin to die out as they form a line for the death trap. Sydney motions for you to join them at the front, but you shake your head and purposely make a point to wait to be the last in line. The person in front of you is Blaire, who has his hand in his curls, trying to get them under control.

You didn’t see the body sling give up on Cass’ body, but does that really mean anything? All of these slings could work for the people in front of you. And then you could end up with a faulty one that’ll break in the air and send you plummeting toward the ground. Or what if the wire snaps because all the people before you had worn down on a certain area.

You wipe your hands on your jeans, trying to get the wetness to go away. Every time you picture yourself in the sling, your heart flutters and tears appear in your eyes. You can’t do this. Jumping off the train was different, because it was a moment of terror and you had Finnick with you. This… this is at least a minute of torture.

You have to take deep breaths to get your stomach back under control.

“Hey,” Blaire says, you hadn’t even realized he was looking at you, “It’s not even that bad, I promise.”

You want to back out. Had you known this would be the activity, you would’ve passed. Said you had something to do, like get your tattoo checked out. Or taken a tour around the Dauntless compound by yourself or something. Not this, anything but this.

“That’s easy for you to say.” you breathe.

“It doesn’t even last that long,” Blaire gives you a smile, “Right after this, we’ll play a few games on the way back to the train tracks.”

You know that he’s trying to make you feel better, but it doesn’t take away from what you’re about to do. At all.

The line continues to dwindle, one fading black figure after another. Your stomach settles for a while, until you begin to count down the people. Three. Sydney is the next to get strapped in, headfirst with her arms spread out like a bird. Maarja straps her in, and then leans over and says something.

Immediately, Sydney begins to squirm, trying to get her hands on her older sister. Maarja sends her flying off the building, Sydney’s scream fills the air. More of anger than terror, you assume. Nestor decides to go feet first, facing backwards, and seems to carry an entire conversation with Maarja while she straps him in. Nestor doesn’t even seem concerned.

This raises a whole new question: which way should you face?

Blaire steps up to Maarja, “(Y/n)’s a little nervous.”

She raises her eyebrows, looking at you between what she does. This makes you feel even less safe, shouldn’t she be paying attention to what she’s doing? What if she fucks up Blaire’s straps and sends him falling to the asphalt?

“Oh, are you not a heights person?” she yanks a strap tighter, moving onto the next one.

You shake your head slightly.

“Guess there’s not much opportunity to exercise your fears in Abnegation, huh?” she looks at Blaire, “Don’t forget to pull your brake this time, idiot.”

“I--” Blaire starts, grabbing onto Maarja’s wrist before she can push him away, “--that was your fault!”

She’s laughing, “Let go of me, before you kill us both.”

“I’m strapped in!”

He lets go of her anyway. She shrugs him off and moves out of his grasp, “Don’t worry, (Y/n)’s in good hands!” she swings him back, “Have fun!” and shoves him forward.

Blaire lets out a whoop that dies quickly in the air. 

“You should get in headfirst, so that you can see what’s coming.” Maarja says, clipping the sling to the wire, “These guys have been doing it for a while now, which is why they’re comfortable with going in backward and stuff.”

“How long have you been doing this?”

“Going to make sure I’m qualified?” Maarja teases, “For a couple of years now. The last designated person got tired of doing it every year, so they taught me how to do it. I’d like to say that you’re in pretty good hands.”

You nod, feeling the ground disappear from beneath your feet. You hold onto the strap across your chest to feel better, it’s nice to have some stability. Especially now that you’re in the hands of Maarja. She could throw you off right now by total accident and you’d have to go down half-strapped.

You close your eyes.

“If it makes you feel better, I have to strap myself in.”

Your eyes snap open, landing on her. She gives you a funny smile, patting your back.

She double-checks everything, just for you. Maarja even makes a joke about doubling you up, but figures that you don’t want to be made fun of. She goes to slide you toward the end of the roof, then she stops.

“Your aim isn’t to be cool, right?” she asks, “Because we could send you on your back.”

“I’m good,” you feel sick again.

“Alright, just making sure.” she stands next to you for a moment, rocking you back and forth. Bringing you far enough to see over the edge of the building, and then pulling you back, “I’ll actually send you on one, okay?”

With each rock, she slowly counts down. Which is arguably more painful than what the actual ride could be like. And as if she can read your mind too, she lets go of you on two, like she’s been doing the entire time. 

While you can still hear her, she shouts, “Just kidding!” and wind takes over whatever she says right after, if she even says anything.

Your stomach drops during the steep part, your hands securing around the strap at your chest. You’re sure that you’re going to go tumbling out the front with the amount of force you’re putting on it. It almost makes you want to grab something else to make sure that it doesn’t happen, but you don’t have anything else to hold onto.

A scream arises in your throat, similar to the one you held down after you jumped off the building on the first day. For a second, you keep it, not wanting to be teased about it. You have to force yourself to realize that there’s no audience, it’s just you, and Maarja already knows about your fear of heights and honestly, it could just sound like you’re screaming from excitement.

So, you let it all go.

And scream.

You scream for the terror coursing through your body. You scream for the first day when you couldn’t. You scream for Thyme’s blackmail, and Finnick’s horrible timing. You scream for Reed not coming to see you, and for Mox leaving you sooner than you wanted him to, and for your choice of Dauntless friends because this is…

Not as bad as you thought it would be.

You spread your arms out, letting the wind caress your body as you pass through it. The warmth has purged from your body, and suddenly you feel extremely cold because the wind is freezing. But the tears in your eyes are stinging because of how dried out they’re becoming, distracting you from the cold.

You can feel your heartbeat in your fingertips, the blood rushing in your ears. The ground draws closer, allowing you to see the people standing on the pavement below. You scream again, this time louder, and because this is fun. A chance that you wouldn’t mind taking again. The figures beneath you pump their fists, jump, and shout back at you.

If you had asked yourself two weeks ago what freedom would taste like, you’d say leaving Abnegation. It’s a different answer now. This is what freedom is like, flying through the air, with nothing but fabric keeping you from falling to your death. Facing your fears with a supportive faction by your side, instead of a judgmental one.

It’s moments like these where you stop wondering why you came to Dauntless. It was less because of Finnick, and more because you’d get to experience life. This is what you were made for.

The sling starts to slow before you’re ready for it to. There’s a crowd of the Dauntless members you came here with, beneath you. Their arms form a net for you, grasping one another. They’re about twenty feet beneath you, and despite everything you had just gone through, literally seconds ago, the thought churns your stomach.

You have to reach back to undo your straps, it’s a lot more difficult than you anticipated. Your hands are shaking so hard that it’s impossible to get them to stay still for longer than a second. Still, you manage to loosen the straps just enough to scoot yourself forward to fall.

They catch you, but it’s not a soft landing. You see Blaire offer his hand for you, and you take it gratefully, letting him pull you to your feet. You can feel hands on your backs, questions coming from everywhere.

How did you like it?

“I’m going to be honest,” you run a hand through your hair, not being able to care what it looks like anymore, “It was fucking awesome.”

A cheer erupts around you, laughter mixing in. You look at Blaire, and mouth a ‘thank you’ to him. All he does is wink, chuckling with everyone else. 

Maarja is in sight now, coming down the zipline as fast as you must have been going. Only, she’s on her back, and she leans back, arms out like she’s flying. There’s a wide grin on her face, and she lets out a whoop.

It’s returned by the rest of you as you group up to form the human net again. You throw your arms out with the rest of them. One of your hands grabs onto Lennox’s wrist, the other belongs to Ameer. You watch as one of the older Dauntless members grabs your elbow, and someone else for your forearm.

If this is what Dauntless is like, even sometimes, you think that you can live with it.

All you have to do is make it through initiation first.

Whatever it takes.

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Daughter of a Devil - Ch. 16

Main Characters:  Father!Dante & Daughter!Reader

Words:  2343

Warnings:  Fancy stuff, Fluff, Father-Daughter Dancing

Story Summary: Being a parent wasn’t easy, nor was there such thing as being perfect at it. Good news for Dante, seeing as how he doesn’t have the slightest idea in hell what to do with a child. Sometimes, he was certain that fighting off a horde of demons was a far better match than keeping up with his own daughter. Well, at least he wasn’t going down without a fight.

A/N:  Thank you guys so much for all the warm welcomes back into this series! I’m so glad you guys are still interested in this lovely little universe. Here’s another chapter, just for you kind souls! Some nice fluff. Enjoy!

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Chapter 16 - When the Devils Dance (16 yrs.)

You had honestly not expected to see both Lady and Trish waiting for you as soon as you entered the shop. In fact, their presence was a little irking, seeing as how your father had said they were on some sort of mission of their own a few cities away. Either he was lying, or they were really fast; the former sounded much more fitting for this particular situation.

“Hey Trish…Lady,” you said with a nod in greeting, eyeing the smiling women suspiciously. Sure, you were covered in dirt and muck and God-knows-what else from your earlier assignment of taking care of some small-fry demons (damn things were fast and kept tripping you up), but the mischievous grins sprouting on their faces didn’t look like the type of reaction appropriate for your disheveled appearance.

“Have you guys seen Dad?”

“Dante’s a bit…tied up at the moment,” Lady answered, her smile never wavering. You had a feeling her statement was far more truth than it should have been.

“Right. Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’m just gonna go…that way, so - son of a bitch!”

You had just turned toward the kitchen and had taken a few steps when Trish had suddenly appeared before you, arms crossed just below her breasts and hip cocked to one side. Whatever her smile meant, you had a strange feeling that you were involved.

“I’m afraid there’s just no time for you to wander about. We have to get you ready!”

You gave the blonde she-demon a very strange look.

“R-ready? Ready for wha-“

“Come on, now, upstairs for a shower.”

“Wait…hey!”

You continued to shout and curse the whole way upstairs as Trish pushed you along, already pulling at your clothes to quicken the process. By the time you were actually in the bathroom, you were almost completely naked.

“Alright, wash your hair, shave those legs, and brush your teeth. You’ve got fifteen minutes to finish!”

You sputtered at the ridiculous amount of time you were given to do all of what she was asking, especially with how dirty you had gotten from your mission. You were just about to tell her off, too, when you turned and found she was no longer in the bathroom with you.

“Remember, fifteen minutes!”

“Are you guys crazy?!”

“Goodness, you’re right…better make it ten!”

You sighed heavily as you finished undressing and climbed into the bathtub for a quick shower. Whatever those two had planned, you were being forced to go along with it. You decided you might as well go along with the ride and hoped that whatever they were going to do with you didn’t hurt too badly in the end.

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You may have just started out as a demon hunter, much like your father, but you had definitely already faced some hard challenges, had come home with some bruises and bleeding wounds that would soon scar over - much slower than Dante’s own almost instant healing, but hey, they would make for some interesting stories. 

In that regard, you wished you were fighting Sparda, himself, then being dolled up by the two women doting over you at that moment. Truly, you had to be in some sort of hell-dimension. Maybe you had died on that mission, and this was your punishment.

“Just hold still!”

“Damnit, stop pulling on my hair!”

“You’re acting like a child.”

“I am not!”

You continued to argue and struggle against both Lady and Trish, cringing at makeup brushes and coughing at the excessive amount of hairspray being used to keep your hair in place. It felt between a lifetime and probably about ten minutes for them to finish, everything calming rather suddenly as both women ooed and awed at their work.

You were turned abruptly to look into the full length mirror hanging on your wall, your disgruntled expression smoothing over almost immediately at your made-up visage.

“I look…so different.”

“Well, not really,” Lady explained, coming up behind you and placing her hand on your shoulder. “You’re just a little spruced up, is all. You’re still the same rough, difficult, badmouthed, daughter of a devil that we all know and love.”

You gave a huff of a laugh as Lady pat at your shoulder reassuringly and made her way to your closet as Trish excused herself with the promise of having Dante ready.

“One last thing, and then you can meet your dad downstairs.”

“Was he in on this whole thing, too?”

Lady gave you a look, one you recognized as twisted in the most delightful way. It was safe to say that Dante had gotten the same treatment as you.

You definitely still had questions, but they were answered rather abruptly when Lady presented you with a full-length dress, a gown only seen at high school proms or those fancy parties and dances-

Everything was starting to make sense. You weren’t sure if you had ever been so nervous as you were at that moment.

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Every year for the past fifty-seven or so years, the local park held an annual formal spring dance that allowed all ages to attend. It was sort of like a prom, but with the addition of small children and elderly couples dressed up nicely in frilly outfits joining in on all the festivities. It was a chance for everyone to dress up for one night and make themselves feel beautiful as well as have fun with close friends and family members.

The park itself was lit up with lights stuck in trees and bushes throughout the whole area. There was a big makeshift dance floor laid out along the less grooved area of grass in the middle of the park, and several tables of refreshments and tasty treats were set out. Off to the side of the large expanse set aside for dancing was the music-mixer table where two DJs were stationed and playing a variety of music.

Many people from around the city were present, dressed to impress, and despite the large crowd, you were having a blast.

You weren’t even sure why you had been so nervous, in the first place, and even though the whole process of being dressed up wasn’t much your style, you were happy Lady and Trish had sprung such a little surprise on both you and your father.

Already, you had been asked to dance by several sharply dressed young men, all of which you accepted. You were surprised that Dante had actually allowed you to do such a thing, especially with the way he was when you so much as mentioned a guy you talked to on a normal, friendly basis. His focus tonight was to make you happy, however, and if you were happy dancing with all the men that showed up that night, then so be it.

At one point, as you were sitting down to take a small break and talking with your father on some of the weird and rather hilarious dance moves a large group was pulling off, a small boy around the age of five had come up to you with the sweetest little face. He then held up a flower he had picked just off to the side of the dance floor and asked if you would dance with him. It was the single most sweetest thing you had ever witnessed, and with a smile of your own (and a hardy laugh from your father) you accepted and allowed the tyke to lead you on the dance floor for two songs.

Before long, the DJs were beginning to dedicate the dances for specialty couples, such as elder couples, younger couples, just the kids, and so on. After about four or five dances, there was one that was for “Fathers and Daughters,” quite similar to the one some traditional weddings still did.

“Looks like it’s our turn to tear up the dance floor, Squirt,” Dante said with a short waggle of his brows, standing and holding out his arm for you to take.

You shook your head at his antics, but took his arm with a smile and let him lead you to the middle of the dance floor along with the other fathers and daughters gathering around.

The song itself was a very lovely melody, one that you were familiar with and enjoyed listening to in your free time. Instead of stepping to a more complicated dance routine, as you had first expected Dante to lead you into, you and your father both fell in-step to a gentle sway that went perfectly with the tune. One of your hands rested comfortably in his as the other took purchase on his shoulder, right above where you rested your head.

You were aware of several parents with cameras snapping a quick photo or two around you, but you didn’t mind much. There was almost a guarantee you’d be gifted with a photo of the moment by some mysterious means, of which you were more than okay with.

“So, how’d you like the surprise?”

You laughed a little and pulled back to look at your father fully.

Truth be told, Dante cleaned up really good, with his longer hair slicked back in a nice style and his face clean-shaven. He’d donned a nicer shirt for the occasion with a tie that matched the color of your dress and a newer, black coat, dark jeans and his usual dusty boots cleaned up to an almost decent shine polishing off the ensemble. He looked younger, rugged, even, in a nice way. You could definitely see the charm in his look, and it was no wonder why your mother had been so smitten with him when they first met.

“So, you did have a hand in it,” you accused in a playful tone, earning an equally playful smirk from your father.

“I may have mentioned something to the ladies, though all the planning and torture was their doing, I’m afraid.”

“No kidding,” you huffed, leaning back against his chest. “It was a little sudden, and too much hairspray was involved, but it was nice. This is nice. Oh, I was wondering, did Lady and Trish really have you tied up?”

Your father gave a heavy sigh, and laughter escaped your lips. Dante may have been one of the most difficult men you knew, but Lady was much more stubborn and hell-bent on anything she set her mind to, with Trish more than happy to join along in the mayhem. You were sure that if they wanted to put your father in a bright orange dress with ruffles and make him do the Macarena, they’d have him dancing the night away by that evening.

“Well, I’m glad you did it. You know, for me; I don’t think I’ve had this much fun since shooting off the eyes of that limb-sprouting demon a couple months back.”

“Yeah, that was one hell of a treat, wasn’t it? Lady was so pissed after that mission!”

You both began laughing as you remembered quite well the verbal thrashing the demon hunter had given Dante for taking his sweet time in taking care of business. You had been given the same thrashing, though it wasn’t nearly as harsh as the one your father had to endure.

Before long, the song came to an end which gave way to many cheers from the bystanders watching the fathers and daughters dance. You and Dante stopped in the middle of the dance floor, smiling at each other. You then reached around him and pulled him to you in a warm hug, feeling his much stronger arms wrap around you securely to return the gesture.

“Dad, I know I don’t say it often enough, but…thanks, for everything you do for me.”

“Squirt-”

Whatever Dante was about to say was interrupted by a loud, screeching noise coming from the sky. You both looked up into the darkness to find a large group of bird-like creatures swooping down and startling the people in the park, attempting to scramble the mass and section them off. Many began screaming and running around in hopes of finding a way to escape the strange sight, just as the demons were expecting, most likely.

“Let’s go,” Dante said, and just like that he was pulling you along by the arm while reaching inside his coat and pulling out what looked like Ivory to fire several shots at the circling demons. Doing so only served to do two things: make the demons angrier and startle the crowd even more.

People were tripping here and there as the winged creatures began to swoop lower to pull a human or two up a small ways before letting them drop back down. In a way, they were teasing them, playing with their meal, so to speak.

At one point, one of the bird-like demons came too close to you and had pulled at the back of your dress, ripping several seams and pulling at the fabric at the bottom until several pieces of it hung from your form.

You looked back at the tattered skirt of the dress, a burning sort of anger quickly seeping into your veins.

As your father reached within his coat once more to retrieve Ebony, you tore the remaining fabric from the bottom up to your knee in order to move around easier, revealing the glittering heels you wore as well as your gun, Rein, strapped carefully to your lower thigh. You pulled the weapon from its holster against your skin and began firing your own shots into the air at the swarming horde, all but roaring with the anger building inside you.

“You damn pterodactyls ruined my dress and one of the best nights of my life! I’ll send all of you back to hell!”

Dante stopped momentarily in his shooting to watch you go to town on the flying creatures, almost swearing he could see red in your gaze.

God, but you looked like your mother. You’d grown up into such a lovely young woman - damn near brought a tear to his eye.

[judgement-free-sideblog]

The enemy of love is the truth

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Summary: They were happy just as friends, but one morning the call from an old trauma may change everything.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, history of drug use, mental health issues, cursing, angst, a little smut, violence.

I want to apologize in advance, I did my fare share of smut between 2008 and 2011, jesus we called them lemons back then (I'm so old, sorry) but in my native language. And even if I wasn't out of practice translating that kind of scenes is a complete nightmare, so I'm so sorry for what you are going to read.

■Part I  ■ Part II ■Part III ■ Part IV ■ Part V ■ Part VI ■ Part VII ■ Part VIII | Final ■

Part VI

"She invited you to ex's wedding?" Charlie said squatting out of breath, it was almost 8:00 am and they had been running since 7:00. "Don't you think it will be a bit inappropriate? I mean what if she still have feelings for that guy? God I need to lie down"

"Technically I invited myself..." Tom started also taking big breaths "Oh don't look at me like that, she they broke up long time ago, and even if she is not over him she would need support there, isn't that right Bobby??" He knelt to pet his dog, who looked at them puzzled by how tired they seemed to be.

"So, when is the big day?" He said finally standing up.

"Saturday, but apparently we are going to a small diner on friday night, the whole event is in a Hotel in West Yorkshire, and I don't feel like driving four hours in the same day"

"If I don't know you better I would say you're a brilliant bastard" he said choking out a laugh.

"Why?"

"Nice romantic hotel in the country, the emotional vulnerability of seeing your ex getting married, the comfort of the nice blue eyes of a loving friend" he said making and exaggerate gesture to Tom's face "But is you so ai assume you won't even share a room platonically"

"You are completely out of your mind" he said laughing "although it is a nice place, look" He showed him the electronic invitation where both bride and groom smiled to each other in front of the hotel.

"Is that the guy? Well she certainly had a type" he said studying the picture "I mean if he were older or a bit more fit he would look just like you" Tom look at the picture again not finding the resemblance "I'll tell you something if you guys finally do hook up could you wait until March to tell people? I said 3 years and 1 month and Zawe said 3 years exactly and I don't feel like letting her win."

"Do you really have a betting pool about us? Don't worry, I wouldn't tell you anything even of something happens" he said with a chuckle and they continued their run.

On friday at 3:00 p.m. he showed up at Y/N's place, with Charlie's words still resonating in his head, he found her in a beautiful burgundy off shoulder column cocktail dress and black heels, making this the third time he ever saw her in a dress, it was a big difference from the usual sneakers and hoodies, not a bad one but he couldn't help a bit of jealousy thinking this was for someone else.

"Stop staring at me, I know it's ridiculous and I'm gonna break my bloody neck with this things" She said showing him the fragile tip of one of the heels, he smiled founding his friend true nature even in that situation. "Stupid dress codes, is it too late to stay home? I have a rosé in the fridge wwith your name on it if you let me..."

"And losing the opportunity of seeing you roll your eyes at every old men comments on the country's economy?" He said putting her back inside the car and immediately after offering her hand to enter the car "Not a chance. You look lovely by the way"

"I won't roll my eyes at them, believe it or not, I do know how to handle myself in social events" She put on her seatbelt and he started the car turning on the GPS "Is the idea of meeting our old friends from uni and his parents what freaks me out, they must think I'm some kind of monster"

Our for some reason that word hurt more than it should, he brushed off the idea from his head again, jealous was an useless emotion to him and a dangerous one too in some people, and he was determined to not let them get the best of him.

"I don't think they would have invited you if they felt like that, or at least not to the rehearsal dinner too if that was the case." He said taking an exit indicated in the GPS.

"You clearly don't know Agnes Hawtrey" He briefly turn to her intrigued "David's mother, she is a rich harpy obsessed with showing everyone all the money their family has. I feel sorry for her future daughter in law, but since they actually getting married I assume she is not some Liberal brat who thinks spending Christmas in Libya is appropriate" She said imitating an high pitch voice with a posh accent.

"Why Libya?"

"Medecins sans frontiers" She answered "I volunteered to work with them in my holidays and David followed me a couple times. Agnes hated me for it, I actually think she was happy when I left him."

"Do you speak french?" He asked again trying to change the subject.

"Enough to work with them, but I'm completely rusty by now" she answered "I know it's too much effort to escape a suffocating relationship" the angry beast that had formed in his chest began to fade thanks to the idea of she not being entirely happy with the other guy, so he decided to approach the problem differently.

"I don't understand how do you end up together in the first place, you are too much of a free spirit to be around someone like that" He said, by now the city was getting behind them and he could start driving faster.

"Well my family is actually quite wealthy" She started causing a puzzled expression in his face "I reject any form of help from them and live on my own, but I did play my part in society for a while, so it seemed meant to be at the time. Of course I turned out to be a rotten apple and at some point I believe I was his excuse to hide how much he didn't enjoy their life style. I told you he was no saint, and maybe those where our finest moments" She said with a nostalgic smile, as if she remembered an specially pleasing memory. "But real life happened, you know? You are gonna like him don't worry"

"Well he sounds like a decent men" he said bitterly because his idea backfired "Music?"

They spend the rest of the trip talking about meaningless topics and singing along with the radio, by the time they eentered Yorkshire it was seven in the afternoon and the sun was standing to hide, the Waterton Perk hotel was magnificent, romantic and secluded as Charlie said, in the middle of a lake connected to land by a bridge full with trees naked by the winter that make the mansion looking more as something out of a fairytale.

He helped her out of the car and enjoyed having her body close to him while they crossed the bridge preventing her to fall with her heels. They entered a small lounge where people where waiting for the dinner to be served. As she had said earlier that week most of the people attending were old family friends of the bride and groom, and not many young faces were in the crowd. Except from those who he believed were the Uni friends, he introduced himself and even took a picture with one of the girls who had a similar reaction as Y/N when she met him.

Y/N was now chatting, a few meters away, more comfortable with them expecting the arrival of the main guests, while a couple of people were distracting Tom, complimenting his performance as Coriolanus a few years back and praising his Robert Down, so he couldn't notice the old woman, elegantly dressed in a light gray dress walking towards Y/N and dragging her apart from her friends, until she start talking in that high pitch voice Y/N had imitated very well earlier.

"How dare you showing your face in here?" The woman said to her while the young woman only remind silent not meeting her gaze "You spoiled ridiculous brat, after what you did to my boy, you should be ashamed..."

"Relax Agnes," She finally said lifting her look, Tom then was about to intervene but he could se a quiet rage behind her otherwise unaffected face, and felt forced to stay and watch "Let me remind you that your son invited me. And the last time I checked you are not David, also if you cared a little about your precious boy you wouldn't be making a fool of yourself in front of your guests" People where now standing very close to them listening every word the women said.

"You are right dear," Agnes started with a tone that said just the opposite, but smiling regaining her composure "After all how can I expect manners from a little trash from Devon anyway" Y/N let out a sarcastic laugh at the remark against her hometown and looked at her while the elder woman turned her back on her.

"Of course because the loose daughter of a fisherman as you called me can't be a suitable in law for you, I honestly pity the poor woman who has to have you in her life, I hope you can control her since you couldn't do it with me...

Her sentence die in the air because an old hand full of rings slapped her before she could finish, a red mark started forming in Y/N face, an she was fighting the tears, both from the humiliation and the hurt, from coming out of her eyes. Tom could see Agnes hand getting ready to hit her again while he tried to reach Y/N when a hand stopped her out of nowhere and spoke with a deep angry voice.

"That's enough mother" The infamous David was there, holding her mother still and standing in front of Y/N as a shield, all welled dressed and athletic, she looked tiny behind him and the beast inside Tom's chest started growling again. "Dad I asked you to watch her, Diane will be here any minute and I can't have this happening right now" The man who Tom assume was his father took agnes outside of the room and the rest of the people returned to their conversations as if nothing happened, finally allowing him to get closer. "Are you ok baby?" He said looking finally at Y/N offering his handkerchief to wipe her tears, that last word burned like fire in Tom's ears, he was now facing her with his back to Tom, and the bright smile that she gave him when she answered was making him sick

"It's okay sweetheart" She give back the handkerchief and give the man a good look "Let her have it, she has wanted to do that for 15 years, it's only fare, you look amazing, I'm so happy for you" She hugged him and the familiarity he showed holding her, made Tom's blood boil, he wanted to get him apart from her immediately, and take her far away from him and the poisonous thought of they together for years was corrupting his mind, there it was, jealousy cold and simple, the only thing his mind kept telling him was: He had her, and you don't. He had her for years, just the way you want her, she was his.

"And where is your something like that, I'm dying to met the lad" He said letting her go.

"Right behind you" she said completely ignoring the change in Tom's expression who was looking at the two with his mind apparently somewhere else. "Tom this is David." She said calling his name and breaking the murderous thoughts he was having.

"Sorry I wake you up the other night mate... Bloody hell you beautiful minx you did it!" He said loudly hugging her by the shoulder and then, much to his displeasure, Tom "Years obsessed with him, and drooling to his posters in our house and here you are inviting him to my wedding, I must say girl you made it! congratulations." She started turning red again but this time from the embarrassment, and Tom finally relaxed, something about David's personality make it impossible for him to be angry, maybe it was the fact that he was genuinely happy and how could he not? It was his wedding after all.

"Posters?" He asked enjoying the desperation in Y/N eyes urging him to change the subject.

"Posters, dvds, tshirts, you name it, she dragged me to watch your movies like four times each time they were on the cinema and then watched them on repeat at our flat" He recalled with exasperation "Don't get me wrong you are a fine looking man but not my type"

"Oh god, I think I'm going to find your mother to slap me again" She said covering her face "Please, I beg you stop talking"

"Let the man finish, it's the most compelling history" Tom said and while he put his arm around her waist taking her close to him.

"I'm glad to see you two together, I was so relieved when she said she was bringing someone, not like she needs anyone" He said anticipating her reaction proving to Tom just how much he knew her "But you two look actually happy together, and she's the most wonderful person" Y/N was about to clear things out when Tom wink at her and pressed her a little closer to him.

"She actually is, and we are very happy" He said giving him one of signature smiles "Is that your bride?" A young looking woman entered the room with a beautiful pale pink dress, and she looked at them completely baffled.

"Oh yes baby, that's my Diane" the man said and Tom felt ashamed for his brief jealous attack as the man seemed to call everyone baby. "Guess who we wake up the other morning dear?" The man said urging the girl to join them.

"Oh my goodness" The woman started "Are you...?" Tom smiled and politely introduce himself, and David then introduced both women "I am so sorry about the other morning, I told David to wait until noon when we were in Pakistan but he called you anyways, it was four in the morning right?"

"Yes, but never mind, what where you doing in Pakistan?" Y/N said now holding tight Tom's waist too.

"Building a hospital, Diane's foundation hired me a couple years ago and that's how we met, we've been living there for like five months, we were just going to elope a few weeks back, but I did this so I wouldn't cause my mother an aneurysm, but she had to accept my conditions to make it happen" He said proudly.

"Like inviting me?"

"That was actually my demand" Diane said with a little blush on her face "I really wanted to meet you, I heard so many wonderful things about you I thought maybe it was time for you to be friends again"

"And I told her we never stopped being friends in the first place, but she is stubborn, and I can't resist her" they started kissing like there were no one else in the room and Tom and Y/N look at each other nervously.

"Oi! Leave something for tomorrow" on of their friends called them from the dining room "The food is here come on"

The rest of the night went by without any other incident, apart for the perpetual state of happiness that David showed for Tom's presence, by the time the rest of the gests went to find their rooms Y/N and Tom were taking a last walk in the cold night, it was until they were at the entrance of the bridge that he noticed they were holding hands.

"Your boyfriend is quite a nice gentleman" he said teasing her.

"By the amount of wine he was trying to make you drink I would think he wants to be your boyfriend" she responded quickly. "Why did you told him we were together?" She question him now completely serious.

"I didn't thought you wanted to explain the nature of our relationship after what happened with his mother. So until the wedding is over I suppose I'm your boyfriend. How is your face by the way?" He said, not giving importance to the matter while they kept walking.

"It has been better. And thank you I suppose you are right, and it is nice to imagine what could have been, if I haven't been an idiot at the restaurant all those years ago, and not scaring you into not calling back" He stopped suddenly making them broke contact.

"That's why you think I didn't called?" He asked perplex "I couldn't care less about that ridiculous tantrum, if anything I was more interested in you for it" she was too astonished by his declaration to talk so he continued "I didn't asked you out again because you said I'll see you around I assumed you didn't want to be involved with me that way so I didn't push it."

"Well..." She started quietly with a sad half smile in her face "I did say that, with that precise intention, but secretly hoping for you to call anyway, and I even considered to ask you out myself, but then we became friends and, I don't know it was for the best, but nights like this one make me wonder if we made a mistake."

"Please never say that again" He took her face with both hands his hands and looked deeply in her eyes "Every day I have spend with you regardless of what our relationship may be, has been a blessing. I wouldn't change it for the world" she let go a sigh and her breath turn into vapor in the night, making them realize the cold weather. "I think we should get back inside, you are gonna freeze out here love, and what kind of fake boyfriend will I be if I let you become an ice lolly?". He offered her his arm so they could get back inside, his mind thinking too about how much he wanted to call her the minute he got home that day, but as always trying to respect her he didn't , and as always he calmed his regrets telling himself it was for the best, even if every passing day he felt more and more the opposite.

The room they had book was nice and comfortable, the big canopy bed in the middle was a beautiful promise of a long night of sleep and the window had a beautiful look at the lake. They both will be lying if they said this was the first night they have spend together, falling asleep talking in Tom's couch had happened more than half a dozen times, and even if Y/N never accepted it in front of her friends, she had stayed a couple of nights with him watching Bobby getting better, even sleeping in the same bed completley completely consumed by fatigue, so there was no awkwardness between them about consciously sharing the bed.

She took her heels off and found her silky romper pyjama in her suit case next to her travel size copy of Wuthering Heights, wich she occasionally read when she traveled and with the look outside the mansion it seemed appropriate, Y/N sit in the armchair in the corner of the room to read, waiting for Tom to get out of the shower, after reading four times the same paragraph without getting anything from it she realized just how tired she was.

She heard the door opened and saw him getting out of the shower whit just a pair of black loose sweatpants dangling from his hips and a thin line of pubic hair crawling up from the waistband dying in his perfect abs, drying his hair with a towel.

"What?" He asked her looking at her finally. "Do you feel alright darling?"

"I'm just tired" she said quickly taking her clothes and getting into the bathroom for a much needed cold shower. When she stepped out after drying her hair she almost fell down because he had turned out all of the lights and was already deeply sleeping, she'll have time to nagging him about how inconsiderate that was in the morning, she entered the bed and close her eyes trying to drift apart and think about nothing when she felt his arms suddenly trapping her and bringing her closer to him by her waist.

She didn't mind since they had cuddled like that before, even when this particular time she could feel the bare skin of his chest in her back, but then the hand that was holding her started moving slowly caressing her belly and some parts she often felt self conscious about, then slowly moving down to her thigh, she was about to finally move and stop him when she felt his breath behind her back and his deep voice in her ear.

"Are you awake?"

"Yes" Y/N said in a tiny whisper while his hand found her way under the fabric of her romper.

"Are you cold again?" He asked this time brushing his nose in her neck, every inch of her skin was reacting to his touch and the deep tone of his voice was making her wet "you are shaking"

"It's not about that" she answered incapable of moving only embracing the magnificent sensations she was receiving.

"Am I making you feel uncomfortable?" His hand had finally found her lacy panties and he had stopped only touching the seam waiting for her permission to continue. "Do you want this to happen?" He said stopping his movements completely, she could feel her heart racing and all logic flying away.

"Yes, I want it" she said finally and he caressed her womanhood over the thin fabric, making her soaked, while his other hand tried to remove the top part of her jumper sliding down the traps leaving her braless chest exposed.

"Naughty girl" He said with a chuckle leaving a trace of kisses in her back and cupping her breast in his hand playing with her niple until it was hard and them pinching it to get her in that point between pain and pleasure.

He move apart the fabric of her panties and let one of his long digits inside her making her moan in pleasure and impatiently brushing her thighs together desperate for more friction, she could feel his arousal pressing firmly in her buttocks, and all this anticipation was only to torture her.

"Don't be impatient my dear" he said letting in another finger and curling them inside her, touching her right on the spot to make her lost her mind "Tell me that you want it Y/N" he order her and she let go another moan.

"Fuck me Tom, fuck me please!" She said and he immediately took his fingers out to pin her in the bed under him.

He finished taking the rest of her clothes in one movement and opened her legs ready to enter her, he give her one last deep look with those piercing blue eyes and he bend to kiss her...

"You should take a shower or at least put on something more comfortable" Tom face said suddenly wearing his glasses and fully clothed. Y/N blink twice, before shaking the sleepiness, and trying to figure out what was happening. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up, but I thought you may want to shower before going to sleep"

She finally opened her eyes completely and could see him out of the shower on his pijamas, her silky romper still waiting for her to take a shower and her book comfortably resting on the lamp stand next to her.

"Yeah sure, I'm too tired I must have fallen asleep, thanks for waking me up" she said avoiding his look and desperately picking up her fresh clothes.

"Sure love, you can't be at the wedding with a crooked neck" he said picking up the book she was reading. "You were moving a lot so I imagine that armchair can't be comfortable" he said with a distracted smile and she went straight to the bathroom before turning red of embarrassment.

Y/N slammed the bathroom door closed, and Tom stood next to the armchair looking where she was just moments before, once he heard the water fall in the shower he massaged his temples, trying to erase from his mind what he had seen but it was impossible and he really didn't want to forget it. She was sweating and panting when he got out of the shower, and the neckline of her dress a was a little lower than usual perfectly countoring her breasts.

He stood there looking at her and it took him just one more second to realized what kind of dream she must've been having. Blushing and feeling like a pervert he walked back into the bathroom determined to make as much noise as he could to wake her up when he heard her moan. Fuck me Tom, fuck me please! He walked back to her and before the blood abandoned his brain entirely, to migrate to his lower region, he did the logical thing and wake her up.

He exhaled feeling like and idiot. This was going to be a long weekend.

[mortaems-blog]

*     taps     mic     *     so,     uh,     is     this     thing     on     ?     hello     !     my     name’s     stevie,     i’m     twenty     (     she/they     pns,     please     )     and     i’m     writing     out     of     aest     !     [     bill     hader     vc     ]     i     like     true     crime     and     pretending     like     i     don’t     have     a     million     things     to     do     outside     of     writing     !     anyways     !     under     the     cut     you’ll     find     information     about     francesca     ramorini,     ezra     kennedy     and     percy     frazer     !     u     know     the     drill,     like     this     &     i’ll     pop     into     your     ims     either     here     or     on     disc.ord     to     plot     !

francesca  magdalene  ramorini.  vampire.  old.

full  name:  francesca  magdalene  ramorini. physical  age:  thirty-one. real  age:  six  hundred  and  seventy  seven. birthplace:  milan,  italy. birthdate:  january  sixth,  1342. nationality:  italian. species:  vampire. gender  identity:  cis  female,  she/her  pronouns. sexuality:  bisexual.

when  i  say  she’s  old,  i  mean  old.  francesca  and  her  brother,  domenico,  are  from  13th  century  milan,  where  their  family  were  originally  some  of  the  most  prolific  hunters  in  italy.  the  ramorinis  had  been  vampire  hunters  for  years  previous,  but  it  was  their  parents  who  had  really  cemented  the  reputation  as  some  of  the  best.  the  ramorinis  were  a  big  name  in  milan  anyway,  just  because  of  how  ridiculously  wealthy  they  were.  these  guys  are  fucking  loaded.  they  were  very  much  the  apex  predator  in  the  milani  aristocracy  at  the  time.  naturally,  the  whole  ‘we’re  a  bunch  of  vampire  hunters’  thing  is  very  hidden,  concealed  under  the  family’s  reputation  as  the  owners  of  what  feels  like  an  impossibly  large  international  bank  that  funded  chunks  of  the  holy  roman  empire.  with  all  that  in  mind,  francesca  grows  up  with  absolutely  nothing  but  opulence,  and  their  parents  really  allow  her  to  grow  into  her  own  woman  ---  strong,  determined,  with  a  mind  for  both  family  trades.  there  was  never  any  chance  of  her  just  sitting  round  and  being  complacent  in  the  predetermination  of  her  life  ;  she’s  always  been  headstrong,  brave,  intelligent  and  opinionated,  too  loud  for  her  own  good,  a  face  to  turn  heads.  

they  have  a  younger  brother,  too,  fredo.  (  the  name  is  very  significant.  )  as  dom  and  francesca  started  to  learn  to  hunt  themselves,  they’d  often  end  up  with  fred  tagging  along,  and  for  the  most  part  that  was  fine.  fred’s  a  bit  of  a  weirdo,  but  having  them  around  wasn’t  so  bad   ---   until  one  particular  hunt.  really,  it’s  no  one’s  fault  (  despite  a  centuries-long  running  joke  that  it  was  fred  that  got  them  there  in  the  first  place  )   ;   it’s  a  case  of  wrong  place,  wrong  time.  anyways,  francesca  and  dom  were  turned  on  that  particular  hunt  and  their  entire  world  just  kinda  spun  out,  tbh.  they  were  so  accustomed  to  seeing  vampires  and  whatnot  as  the  absolute  enemy,  nothing  more  than  a  scourge  to  be  wiped  out   ---  but  now  they  were  part  of  that  scourge.  

francesca  especially  had  a  hard  time  dealing  with  the  transition.  everything  she  knew  was  flipped  on  its  head,  a  life  she  once  looked  forward  to  reveling  in  lost  in  the  blink  of  an  eye,  the  sink  of  a  fang.  the  transition  isn’t  easy,  but  she  shoulders  it  regardless  because  it’s  just  part  of  life  now.  she  gives  up  the  life  she  was  meant  to  have  and  forges  a  new  one  ---  and  she  thinks  she’ll  hate  it,  but  it  turns  out  to  be  oddly  freeing.  she  takes  up  art,  learns  to  paint  and  sculpt  from  some  of  the  greatest  ;  she  learns  more  than  she  ever  could  as  an  aristocrat,  becomes  rather  chameleonic  about  it  all.

so,  anyways  !  she  and  dom  are  in  louisiana  now,  in  this  massive  fucking  mansion  that  they  wrangled  ;  francesca  moonlights  as  any  number  of  different  jobs.  she  teaches  a  late - night  art  class,  runs  an  adult  ballet  class  (  she  danced  with  fonteyn  in  the  40s  )  ---  she’s  become  incredibly  comfortable  in  the  life  she’s  built.  falling  into  it  all  was  easier  than  she  ever  imagined  it  could  be.

anyways,  fun  facts:  

she  dresses  so  goddamn  well.  she  looks  good  literally  all  the  time,  and  she  fuckin  KNOWS  it  /  francesca  honey  stop  wearing  expensive  tailored  suits  everywhere  ur  going  to  make  men  insecure  

won’t  ever  shut  up  about  emily  dickinson  or  georgia  o’keeffe........  #ma’am  ur  crush  is  loud  and  painful

the  hot  aunt  aunt  at  the  dinner  party  who  simultaneously  judges  ur  decisions  and  encourages  them

yet  another  ramorini  casanova  ...  are  we  surprised  yet  (  no  )

ezra  riley  kennedy.  hunter.  twenty - one.

full  name:  ezra  riley  kennedy. physical  age:  twenty-one. birthplace:  hoboken,  new  jersey. birthdate:  july  ninth,  1998. nationality:  american. species:  human. gender  identity:  non-binary,  they/them  pronouns. sexuality:  pansexual.

i  need  it  known  right  fockin  now  that  i  would  literally  die  for  ezra  .  they’re  my  FUCKING  baby  and  i  won’t  shut  up  about  it

ezra  was  born  to  two  former  hunters  who  gave  up  the  minute  they  were  pregnant.  it  wasn’t  a  choice  they  were  particularly  willing  to  make,  and  despite  swearing  that  they’d  stop  after  having  kids  they  never  really  did.  almost  immediately  after  ezra  was  born  their  parents  were  back  out  hunting  again,  leaving  the  baby  with  their  grandparents.  as  such,  ezra’s  raised  entirely  by  their  maternal  grandparents.  they  simultaneously  teach  them  their  family  history  (  an  extensive  hunting  background,  the  expectations  that  sit  heavy  on  their  shoulders.  ezra’s  expected  to  carry  on  the  family  legacy  the  minute  they  turn  eighteen,  to  learn  how  to  hunt  and  kill.  admittedly,  it’s  a  shock  to  the  system.

they’re  not  in  much  contact  with  their  parents.  they  come  home  every  so  often,  greet  their  kid  and  go  straight  to  sleep.  there’s  very  little  real  interaction  /  gets  to  the  point  where  ezra  thinks  of  them  more  as  irritating  roommates  that  come  home  late  and  eat  everything  than  actual  parents.  their  loyalty  is  to  their  grandparents,  without  a  doubt.

ezra’s  keenly  aware  that  they’ve  got  no  choice  in  their  career,  but  they  can’t  help  but  want  some  kind  of  say  in  it.  they  excel  at  stem  subjects  in  school,  more  often  found  in  science  labs  testing  hypotheses  in  their  free  time  than  anywhere  else.  they’re  left  alone  more  often  than  not,  slipping  through  school  without  much  of  a  problem  until  they’re  sixteen  and  their  parents  die  in  the  middle  of  a  hunt.  it’s  a  rude  shock  to  the  system,  having  to  bury  both  parents  at  such  a  young  age  but  they  do  it  with  tremendous  grace  and  class.  shortly  after  the  funeral,  they  drop  out  of  school  to  start  hunting.

they’re  jaded  going  into  it,  definitely.  their  only  real  image  of  hunters  is  the  one  they  were  handed  by  their  parents   ---   of  dark  circles  under  eyes,  chain  smoking,  swallowing  bourbon  like  water,  passing  out,  rinse  and  repeat.  they’re  determined  to  break  that  mold,  to  do  something  different  but  they  won’t  lie,  they  considered  it  at  first.  for  their  first  few  hunts  they  tried  to  imitate  their  parents,  and  it  didn’t  turn  out  well   ---   so,  like  everything  else,  ezra  fits  it  to themself,  and  the  rest  is  history.  they  develop  their  own  style,  and  it  works.

hoboken  is  too  small,  not  enough  for  them  so  they  pack  up  and  move  off  to  louisiana.  (  they’d  found  an  old  journal  of  their  parents’,  with  notes  alluding  to  a  wish  to  move  to  new  orleans  and  despite  not  being  close  they  figured  it  might  be  a  good  idea.  )  they’ve  been  in  nola  for  about  a  year  now,  and  they’re  growing  to  love  it.  they’ve  always  been  a  city  kid,  and  there’s  something  about  nola  just  speaks  to  them.

so,  fun  facts:

super  good  with  technology.  they  fix  shit  in  their  free  time,  &  they  build  computers  n  shit   ?????

smells  like  frangipani  and  jasmine  and  ginger.  they  smell  really  fucking  good  for  some  reason

lots  of  denim  and  leather  and  yellow  in  their  outfits.  they’ve  got  one  particular  leather  jacket  for  hunting,  but  they  kinda  started  a  collection

angelic  in  every  single  way  possible

has  a  black  cat,  named  salem.  salem’s  a  good  cat.

percy  floyd  frazer.  witch.  twenty - four.

full  name:  percy  floyd  frazer. physical  age:  twenty-four. birthplace:  amsterdam,  the  netherlands. birthdate:  february  12th,  1995. nationality:  british. species:  witch. gender  identity:  demi  male,  he/they  pronouns. sexuality:  bisexual.

percy  .......  sighs.  i  love  him  so  fuckin  much

so  !  percy  is  born  to  two  english  witches  while  they’re  on  holiday  in  amsterdam,  a  pregnancy  that  both  parties  had  been  hoping  for  ;  their  household  was  starting  to  feel  awfully  lonely,  and  a  baby  sounded  like  the  perfect  way  to  round  it  all  out.  naturally,  though,  nothing  goes  to  plan  ---  his  arrival  puts  ‘unwarranted  stress’  on  his  dad,  who  cuts  his  losses  and  runs  about  a  month  after  percy’s  birth.  bit  of  a  dick  move,  but  let’s  move  on.  his  mother,  annaliese,  doesn’t  harbour  any  real  resentment  towards  his  dad  for  leaving  ;  she’d  fallen  in  love  with  amsterdam  on  their  brief  holiday  and  was  planning  on  breaking  up  and  moving  there  anyway.  

so  !  for  his  entire  childhood,  it’s  just  percy  and  his  mom,  and  it’s  the  best  kind  of  childhood  you  could  ask  for.  he  grows  up  watching  all  the  same  movies  as  his  mom,  reading  her  books  and  just  hanging  around  her  24/7.  ngl  he  kinda  had  the  coolest  childhood   ????   his  mom  loved  to  rent  out  her  favourite  bands’  old  tour  videos  and  there’s  many  an  afternoon  where  the  two  of  them  would  sit  there  and  just  listen  to  music  together.  their  relationship  is  very  similar  to  that  of  theo  and  his  mother  from  the  goldfinch,  if  that  gives  anyone  a  frame  of  reference.

he’s  about  thirteen  when  she  finally  sits  him  down,  tells  him  about  the  magic  that  whispers  a  steady  thrum  in  his  veins.  she  tells  him  about  the  uprising,  about  the  way  magic  has  become  outlawed,  how  he   has  to  learn  to  restrain  himself.  it’s  a  lot  for  someone  so  young  to  understand,  but  he  sits  through  it  patiently,  peppering  questions  here  and  there.  he  doesn’t  seem  particularly  enthused  about  his  heritage  (  really,  who  would  )   ---   his  mother  barely  holds  back  the  tremor  in  her  voice  throughout  the  conversation.

the  more  percy  learns  about  the  restriction  of  magic,  the  more  bitter  and  jaded  he  grows  about  it  all.  he  doesn’t  hate  himself,  nor  his  mother,  hates  the  pureblood  monarchy  with  such  a  passion  it’s  almost  terrifying.  he’s  sixteen  when  he  swears  off  magic,  tries  to  quash  it  down  the  best  he  can.  he  point - blank  refuses  to  accept  that  it’s  part  of  him,  and  tries  to  find  a  passion  that  distracts  him  from  it.  that  ends  up  being  music,  and  he  takes  to  it  like  a  fish  takes  to  water.  the  minute  he  picks  up  a  guitar,  it’s  like  his  world  makes  sense.

they’ve  been  living  in  amsterdam  this  entire  time,  wasting  afternoons  in  art  galleries  and  bakeries.  percy’s  eighteen  when  he  decides  that  it’s  time  to  spread  his  wings  and  move  away  ---  his  decision  is  hardly  precise,  he  throws  a  dart  at  a  map  and  hopes  for  the  best.  it  lands  on  new  orleans,  louisiana,  and  he  just  kinda  goes  with  it.  he  doesn’t  have  much  to  pack  up:  a  single  suitcase  full  of  clothes,  another  filled  with  books  and  dvds,  and  his  guitars,  that’s  it.  both  him  and  his  mom  cry  at  the  airport,  but  it’s  happy  crying.  

so,  anyways   !   he’s  been  in  louisiana  for  six  years  now,  and  he  loves  it.  when  he  first  moved  he  worked  any  number  of  casual  jobs,  but  he’s  settled  into  one  as  a  bookseller  in  an  indie  bookshop.  he  writes  film  +  music  reviews  for  a  number  of  online  sites  as  well,  so  he’s  got  himself  a  steady  lil  income.  

some  fun  facts:

dresses  like  an  utter  e-boy  and  i  won’t  apologise�� for  it  

looks  n  acts  like  an  arrogant  prick  sometimes  but  truly....... sweet,  kind,  would  do  anything  for  the  people  he  loves  (  even  if  that  number  is  small  )

totally  pretentious  about  his  tastes.  don’t  start  him,  for  the  love  of  god

perpetually  got  his  glasses  on,  perpetually  holding  an  oversized  cup  of  tea

has  a  collection  of  tiny  little  tattoos  (  they’re  all  references  to  books / movies / music  he  loves  )

i  ............  love  him  a  lot

[rktingyan-blog]

heeeey rookies dash lurkers !! it’s mun blaire here, making a comeback with a new muse, miss chong tingyan !! i used to mun kard’s somin, but, i was so low on muse and my activity was the absolute worst !! however, i’m back with a new muse, who i’ve worked on developing a lot more and i adore ( but it’s also the elkie stan in me popping out ) !! she’s similar to somin in a lot of ways, but has tons of differences, too !! this time around, she’s chinese, 20 years old, and a more angelic type of mean ?? but she’s still loves to dance and has that fiery spirit somin posessed !! anyways, i hope this time around i can be a lot more involved in the community than i was before, and have tons of fun developing her with you all !! if you’re interested, you can find her plots here, profile here, and bio here ! and, as always, feel free to contact me on twitter @blairemeetsrp if you’d like to plot, as i’ll be more active from now on there ! trivia and little tidbits about this chaotic tsundere under the cut ! give this a  ♡ and i’ll pop in your ims !

okay i know i say this and never do but this time around, i’ll actually try to keep things short! i’ll leave out the majority of her background this time, because it can be found in her bio if you’re interested and it’s rather complicated!

as a condensed version - she’s from shanghai, china! nowadays she’s pretty glamorous and would never confess this to anyone who didn’t know but back in the day, she lived n the outskirts of town because her parents both worked for the upper class! her dad a dishwasher, her mom a housemaid.

so you can kind of see where that idea of serving other people plays in, right?? anyways, being the only daughter & having 2 older brothers they were convinced that marrying tingyan into money was the only way to bring her family out of poverty!

so they put her in etiquette classes, her mom taught her to cook and clean, she learned ballet (the only thing she liked & still does from the things they made her to), basically anything that screamed wife !!! 

at first she was like...ok. but then she got interested in music, kpop especially, and more types of genres of dance than just ballet. she loved performing & knew that was the way she wanted to go, and what she wanted to do in her life instead but knew there was no chance it was happening!!

she didn’t expect the whole marriage thing to happen so soon, but it did phew!!! literally, as soon as she graduated, they started making plans to marry her off once she turned 20. of course, she was like, what??? she had worked hard through high school and she was going to attend a prestigious university so marrying a random man definitely wasn’t on the bucket list. but when she told them no things got really nasty and essentially they were like “we only wanted you for your husband!! if you won’t marry him leave”

so what did she do?? you guessed it folks, ran away from home and moved to korea with nothing but a suitcase and money she’d saved up from her part-time job for college!! sksksks, but she chose korea because it was the only other place besides china she held dear to her and it was still somewhat familiar? 

ok soo. she really had no idea what to do, because she was sad about the whole scenario & really lost because she was in a whole other country. but she saw how much beauty impacted koreans and how it was a moneymaker and was like huh?? maybe i can do something w/that???

this next part is gonna be really short because it’s a little ridiculous and requires too much explaining, so if things don’t make sense feel free to read the bio, once again!! at this point tingyan didn’t believe she was very conventionally attractive, yet reeeally wanted to fit with the asian ideals of beauty so she wouldn’t stand out as much. but people liked her because she was charismatic & kind of a flirt?? so, she essentially became a sugar baby (stick with me sksks) to pay for plastic surgery, and after an agonizingly long period of surgeries and recoveries, she finally felt comfortable w/herself!

sidenote i do not condone changing yourselves for others in any way!! this is 100% tingyan though on the other hand, i you want plastic surgery for yourself?? do you!!

even nowadays, though she gets more attention because of all her enhancements she’s still a little self-conscious deep down? because she knows that it’s not real, and that she probably wouldn’t get as much attention otherwise :((

anyways!! she soon joined a small international school along with a language course to both further her study & learn korean quicker. and though it helped, nothing could compare to what dance did for her!! as mad as she was to her parents for making her take all those classes, she’d stuck with ballet, branched into other genres all throughout high school, and really missed it when she left china. so she joined a dance studio in seoul and it finally felt like her life was piecing itself together again!!

now let’s skip the rest because this is getting too long ugh!! now, onto the current tingyan!

nowadays, the adjustment to korea has gotten better. she’s been here for a little over 2 years now, so while there’s still a lot to learn, she’s gotten a lot better grasp than she had 2 years ago. she’s still in college & took up a job as a model once she realized her looks could get her beyond just getting a date? so now she models clothes for several online stores. and she really likes it, but she knows it’s not a steady career & she still really hopes to do something with her love of dance.

sidenote she’s also kind of off the radar?? she tries to live a private life and although she’s a model, she keeps her personal things private because she doesn’t want her parents to find her in seoul. so while she may come off as closed off, a big part of it is this rather than her just being cold!

a lot more bold than she used to be! she feels that since she was raised to be so dependent on others, she has to be twice as strong to prove she can do things on her own! so that’s why in almost anything she does, she tries to prove that she’s the absolute best no matter what. but she’s scared of being seen as obnoxiously rude & angry like her mother was to her, which is why she’s developed the queen b-esque style she has today. isn’t afraid to speak her mind, no matter how someone may feel about it, and definitely not shy when it comes to romance. shes’ the type of person to say the meanest things but so politely that they actually seem nice?? if that makes sense.

right now, though?? she doesn’t really know she wants to be an idol just yet. she knows she wants to perform, but doesn’t believe she has what it takes yet to get there! at the moment it’s not something she sees herself doing but that’s what development’s for, right?

she still has sugar baby tendencies lmao, but she’s rather shameless about it. she makes it known she likes money, and likes to be spoiled by whoever she’s seeing! often times this is how she funds her expensive taste, but she won’t openly say that. she doesn’t want anyone to know she’s from a low-income family, especially since she lives in gangnam where all the elites reside, so she often claims she comes from wealth! 

so if your muses have money and want to spoil her, tingyan is taking donations lmao!! she doesn’t discriminate & can be your muse’s arm candy!!!

omg i’m a mess

while one would think this would go against her whole being independent and working for herself thing going on, tingyan feels she’s kind of working hard to get the money too?? her words directly, and i quote, “keeping conversation can be exhausting, and a job in itself. have you ever had to feign interest in your partner’s golf addiction?”

but she does! not! like! commitment! after having marriage practically thrown at her, you could see where the fear to settle comes from? she really wants to take advantage of the freedom she’s gained and is really just liking where she’s at - not taking life too seriously and seeing who she wants when she wants!

she probably needs people to ground her and give her some stability because of this?? at the moment she doesn’t really have anyone keeping an eye on her or someone she can feel she can trust in, so she’s a little lost! and though tingyan will never say it to your face, i’ll do it for you - she needs real friends!!

but...also enemies?? or any sort of angst because - yes!

i think that’s it!! i want to leave the rest to be explored during plots and don’t really want to write a whole essay to write at you, so that’s all i have to say on my newest addition! i hope you love her, and, if you’re interested in plotting please let me know!

[funkymbtifiction]

hey charity, can you describe in depth why you mistyped as ISFJ, and found your true type of ENFP (what lead you to it, does it feel like the one, etc). also what do you score on function tests?

Sure. You should know I blame my Enneagram 6 for… like, all of it.

I came on the scene assuming I was an ENFP right from the start, but that’s before I was introduced to all the stereotypes which focus on behavior and not mental processing. I thought the general profiles of the ENFP fit me really well – but then I started getting doubts because… honestly, I don’t just leap into things without looking or thinking about them first; I have not hopped on a plane to a foreign country and gone off to do exciting things without a safety net; I do not move apartments or change boyfriends every 4 months out of boredom; I can finish whatever books I start writing, without getting distracted and leaving a lifetime of half-finished tasks behind me; and I use my Ne for more than just idealism. At the time I knew nothing about Enneagram, nor that all of the above is Ne-dom + Enneagram 7 (with an sx variant of idealism). Plus, my 6 is anxious about the future to some extent, and I had read about inferior Ne being anxious about the future.

So, that threw me off a lot. I had a long list of what I didn’t realize at the time were blatant stereotypes to compare my behavior to, and coz I’m a head type / 6 it didn’t match. No one explained to me that it’s how you think, not what you do, that determines your type. So I had to resign myself to likely not being an ENFP, and because I’m somewhat introverted, that narrowed down my options (I assumed I had therefore to be IXFX). I kept reading… and found a bunch more stereotypes, especially of the “Fe is unselfish, and Fi is selfish and rude and uncaring” variety. I looked at Fi characters and saw a trait of stubbornness and selfishness I could not relate to and I had a strong reaction to of dislike. I am an agreeable person who spends a lot of time concerned with how she makes other people feel and goes along with them to keep them happy. I make decisions based on how I think they’re going to feel – so since I wasn’t some clueless and totally self-absorbed person, I obviously had to use Fe, right? (I’m ashamed of how I used to see Fi. And those “Fe is the nice one” stereotypes sadden me.)

Again, I never at that time ran across anything that explained how Fe is a social organizer and thinks in terms of “us” and “we” (the collective) which would have helped me realize – that’s not what I do. I actually have an adverse reaction to that sort of thing. No one told me Fi’s feelings are abstract and hard to tell other people about; if they had, I would have connected to it, since I have had people ask me how I’m feeling and I just stare at them in confusion, unable to articulate it because it’s all… impressions in my head. Abstract. And often out of sync with what people expect me to feel. I once had someone express to me, “Oh, I’m so sorry you didn’t grow up close to your sisters, how sad.” And I was like, “Why is it sad? I don’t care that we weren’t close. Should I care that we weren’t close? Why would you assume I’d care? And why would you express sadness over it? Because people are supposed to be close to their sisters? But why would you be close to them if you have nothing in common and no attachment to them?”

Because I quickly identified Ne in myself (THAT at least rang true – the “getting ideas outside yourself” has always been blatantly obvious to me, about me) and was going off stereotypes, I concluded (rather unhappily, I might add) that I had to be ISFJ. And, as you probably know, I stuck with it for a long time.

Several people pointed out to me that I used way, way more Ne than an ISFJ. I just reasoned that my dad was an intuitive and it rubbed off on me (cute… but that’s not how it works, not the focused, reading-between-the-lines, operating-on-hunches Ne that I use). A few other strangers around tumblr suggested to me I came across as a Te user, due to my straightforward / directive style, in which I discard any pretense of niceties and just answer questions by focusing on what’s being asked and giving an answer (no Fe “sugar coating” – I often read back over stuff later and go, “Oh yeah, I guess I could have been less blunt and less detached and more warm and personal… oops”). I assumed they had to be wrong, because I finish things and ENFPs don’t. Stupid, I know.

But ISFJ never quite fit. I left bait in ISFJ forums to entice them into abstract conversations that went ignored. I looked at my ISFJ (confirmed) best friend and could see NOTHING similar in us, from how we communicated, thought, felt, and reacted to our overall tastes and interests. And frankly, when I said I shared her type, her eyebrows shot up into her hairline and my parents died laughing. None of them knew what type I was, but it “sure as hell isn’t ISFJ.”

And then came two intense discussions over about a week that forced me to toss out ISFJ altogether and start over. In the first, an INTJ I’d met through this tumblr and had been talking to / corresponding with for a few months pointed out that our Te thinking process was similar; our conclusions were similar; my reasoning was similar to hers, as was my Fi tendency to think people are all responsible for their own emotional states. So, that threw me for a loop. Then another NF friend had a five hour argument with me in which she insisted I had to be an intuitive and came up with evidence of how fast my brain switches gears, how often I am abstracting away from things (as an example, someone dies in a movie and I cry, not because the character is dead but because I’m thinking about death / loss abstractly), and how fast I can think on my feet and discard my own ideas, and how often I contradict myself.

I finally just accepted it, tentatively and with anxiety, since I was still hounded by the 98 ways I do NOT fit the ENFP stereotype. Learning my Enneagram has helped that anxiety fade, but I still wonder if I got it right sometimes. Looking back, I can see where I screwed myself over from recognizing my cognition sooner because of my 6w7 tendency to trust / seek other people’s opinions and automatically suspect, “Well, they probably have more information / knowledge than I do… so even though it feels kind of wrong, I guess I’ll run with their idea?” Ne-dom tendency to latch onto other people’s notions even if they’re thin. If this person is married to a (7 core) ENFP who never finishes things… and I finish what I start and and steadily work at it until it’s done… then I guess I can’t be an ENFP because this person must know what they’re talking about... (Typical immature tert-Te – lose patience, just wants an answer, grabs onto one example and assumes it creates a base pattern, rushes to a conclusion that doesn’t fit, and then tries to figure out WHY this feels off.)

You ask if it feels right. Not always but I’m learning that’s owing to my tritype. My 6 finds it hard to let go of the four people out there who still think I’m an SFJ. I have anxiety about it from time to time, wondering if I’m misleading everyone, until I remember how bad I am at anything Si-related and how easy it is for me to abstract away from an object, and then I feel weirdly comforted / secure again.

Function tests. The Socionics one always gives me ENFp or INFj (INFP). I tend to baffle the similarminds test, since I get similar to these results (current):

Te (Extroverted Thinking) (70%) your valuation of / adherence to logic of external systems / hierarchies / methods

Ti (Introverted Thinking) (30%) your valuation of / adherence to your own internally devised logic/rational

Ne (Extroverted Intuition) (70%) your valuation of / tendency towards free association and creating with external stimuli

Ni (Introverted Intuition) (50%) your valuation of / tendency towards internal/original free association and creativity

Se (Extroverted Sensing) (15%) your valuation of / tendency to fully experience the world unfiltered, in the moment

Si (Introverted Sensing) (35%) your valuation of / focus on internal sensations and reliving past moments

Fe (Extroverted Feeling) (65%) your valuation of / adherence to external morals, ethics, traditions, customs, groups

Fi (Introverted Feeling) (65%) your valuation of / adherence to the sanctity of your own feelings / ideals / sentiment

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 based on your results your type is likely - unclear

HAHAHAHA.

If you’re asking me this, to try and find your type, drop all the stereotypes about the types and focus on how your brain works. Remember to factor in your core Enneagram type and think about how that might impact your dominant function. I can see clearly how 6 shapes my Ne and has strengthened my Te. It holds back my Ne in some respects (it’s like… I operate on Ne but am anxious about my N conclusions without Te finding proof), and between 6 and 1, focuses it intently; but I am still prone to leaping on ideas half-baked and running with them, since I am not always great at objectively ruling them out (which also made it hard to find my type)… which is high Ne, not low Ne. And then there’s the fact that I shock most people when I honestly say I can’t remember 95% of my childhood, much less what I just read. I realized the other day my grandparents have all been dead for over 5 years. I honestly could not have told you how long they’ve been gone – in some ways, it feels like last summer and in others, like a lifetime ago. THAT is how bad I am with actual details, even on things that matter to me. My Si basically hangs out, stressing over forgetting things / practical details and gets nit-picky about DID NO ONE NOTICE THAT’S FORMATTED WRONG?

- ENFP Mod.

[pkmnomegaverse]

In that disney movie AU you mentioned earlier, which disney couples would the kids' parents be?

Some of these got a bit AU in their portrayal of these couples, but I based it more on the situation I wanted to see them in. I also only did who I consider the “Main 6 Protagonists” (sorry Nate and Sun/Elio)

Flynn Rider/Eugene: GreenRapunzel: RedThis is mainly due to the fact Green would make an excellent Flynn.  Haughty rogue who’s full of himself and initially irritated at Red, but grows as a person as the two travel together. Red would have long crimson hair (which would turn his canon hair color once it is cut) and is actually “named” Red by the stand-in Gothel due to his hair color.  Thus, Red is the one not going by his birth name, even if it’s unintentional on his part. This also makes it less obvious to the people they meet along their journey that he’s the kidnapped prince.  

Aladdin: EthanJasmine: LanceShouldn’t this be reversed, you say, but hear me out. Lance is the next-in-line heir who often disguises himself and leaves the palace, wanting to see how his people truly live so that one day, he can be a just and effective ruler. Ethan is a street urchin he meets while exploring the city one day, and while Ethan is very much enamored at first sight by Lance, Lance mainly thinks he’s interesting to talk to (since he sees a side of the city Lance will never know).  Lance is subsequently pissed when he thinks Giovanni (stand-in for Jaffar) has Ethan executed despite his direct orders. Events play out similarly to the film (with Lyra as Genie/ultimate wingman) and Lyra is the one to suggest that Ethan wishes to be a prince (since once Ethan tells her his story of how he got there, she’s all “I’m gonna help you get your man!” and Ethan does want to see Lance again, so he goes along with it because why not). Lance is hella suspicious initially, since not only was he told Ethan was killed, but there’s no way the boy he met on the streets was secretly a prince.  He doesn’t throw him out though because he wants to figure out what’s going on. Events ensue, the two grow closer, and eventually they have to put a stop to Giovanni’s plot to take over the kingdom once he steals Lyra’s lamp (there might be a “generous offer” about letting them both be concubines in his harem, since clearly he’s a nice enough guy to let them be together in some capacity). They manage to outsmart Giovanni in the end and they both live happily ever after (with Lyra being set free with Ethan’s final wish, of course).

Huntsmen: BrendanSnow White: WallyYes, it’s a changed endgame couple, but let’s be real, Brendan would be way more involved then just kissing some comatose/dead boy he randomly comes across in the woods. Plus, I like the “Snow White and the Huntsman” movie, so I was taking cues from that film. Brendan is a bit more morally ambiguous in this, being hired by the Queen to dispose of Wally (she claims it’s for the good of the kingdom, him being a threat to stability. Plus, the reward she’s offering is nothing to scoff at). But after tracking down Wally, he can’t kill him because he can tell something is off about what he’s been told (plus his pure pureness is too overwhelming, he just can’t do it).  Brendan helps him the rest of the way through the woods and takes him to a group of dwarfs he sometimes trades with. Brendan returns to the Queen doing the whole “animal heart in a box” trick before returning to his woods. He continues to meet up with Wally, wanting to see how he’s adjusting and the two grow closer as they continue to meet (and do confess their feelings for each other before the Queen shows up to wreck shit).  Once the Queen finds out Wally is still alive, she vows to kill both of them and hatches a similar plot as in the Disney movie, planning to take out Wally first.  Brendan and the dwarfs all fight to protect Wally, but not before Wally foolishly takes a bite from the poisoned apple. They kill the Queen, but realizing they’re too late, mourn Wally’s passing and start setting up a funeral for him. Brendan gives Wally once last goodbye kiss, which wakes him from his presumed death (but was actually just a curse) and while everyone initially freaks out, they’re all overjoyed and live happily ever after.

Tarzan: BarryJane/actually-sorta-Clayton: LucasDoes anyone remember that early Pokemon episode where the dad accidentally drops his kid out of a plane, but instead of the kid dying on impact with the ground, he’s instead raised by Kangaskhan? Since the kid was a pretty obvious reference to Tarzan in that episode, I was thinking of something similar for this AU, so that Barry’s parents aren’t actually dead and there would be the possibility of meeting them again one day (good job dropping your son out of a plane though, Palmer). But instead of a group of Kangaskhan raising him, it would be a group of Infernapes.  Lucas isn’t truly Jane in this, Dawn being the one who’s a researcher on an expedition with Rowan, Lucas being her best friend and the survival expert in the group (so more a non evil version of Clayton).  The two tag team on trying to teach Barry how to speak and behave more “civilly” while Rowan’s in the background all like “this isn’t why we came here,” but does find Barry endearing. Since Lucas isn’t the antagonist in this, trouble comes in the form of a different group of poachers who are after the Infernapes Barry lives with. They manage to stop the poachers, but instead of Lucas remaining behind in the jungle with Barry, Barry leaves the jungle to return with Lucas to his homeland.

Esmeralda: HilbertQuasimodo: NAnother different endgame pairing, but I saw a post once that got me stuck on this idea. Ghetsis as Frollo also works really well, plus since I have bad tastes, I’ve always liked the idea of Ghetsis being creepily into Hilbert. For N, I see it less as him being physically deformed (although he likely walks oddly if we’re going with the idea he’d hunch his back like an animal), but more his issues stem from Ghetsis constantly demeaning him and making him feel inhuman, combined with no social skills. Hilbert would still be a Romani entertainer, but rather than a dancer, he’s more of a storyteller through performance, similar to Clopin in the original film. The events of the story would play out similarly to the film, but rather than falling in love with stand-in Phoebus (who’d be Cheren), Hilbert falls in love with N, ending the film by wanting to explore the world with him, showing him all the things he’s never been able to experience before.  

Hercules: TiernoMeg: CalemThis one is based more on my characterization of Calem being very fitting for Meg. Jaded, cynical, with a flirtatious edge, he thinks very little of Tierno on their first meeting.  It’s only through interacting more with him that he comes to see Tierno genuinely has a good and kind heart and comes to develop feelings for him in turn. Anyone who says Tierno can’t be Hercules can fight me, since not only does he have the heart for it, but it’d be quite easy to add some muscle to his build and you’d get a beefy fighter. Who has a rather dance-battler style of fighting. Featuring Serena as the sarcastic Philoctetes who’s the one to initially suggest the whole “dance battle” technique (as it inexplicably makes Tierno better at dodging attacks) and Lysandre as Hades (who has quite the history with Calem).

[endorstoiii]

todas as asks que não foram feitas

1:Full name.I don’t like to share my full name online so I just go with Marina Sakai (that’s enough).

2:Zodiac sign.Taurus

3:3 fears.cockroaches, drowning and burning to death.

4:3 things I love.Music, drawing, movies.

5:4 turn on’s.Music, people who are similar to me, trips and playing The Sims (how random is this?).

6:4 turn off’s.Stupid people, soccer, math and being obliged to do something I don’t want to.

7:My best friend?I don’t think I have one best friend only, I have a few close friends… you are one

8:Sexual orientation?Straight.

9:My best first date?hahaha lol

10:How tall am I?1,62cm I guess.

11:What do I miss?A very good friend I made on tumblr. For some reason she is gone :(

12:What time was I born?At 6:40 am or something.

13:Favorite color?Well I have a holy trinity of colors, but I’d say purple.

14:Do I have a crush?As long as band members exist, I will have a crush LMAO.15:Favorite quote?“My world is turning pages while I am just sitting here” - Kevin Parker, Apocalypse Dreams.

16:Favorite place?Paraty (beach).

18:Do I use sarcasm?Me? No, never.

20:First thing I notice in new person?

21:Shoe size?35 in Brazil too lazy to search it for other locations :p

23:Hair color?Black.

24: Favorite style of clothing?I don’t know, I like to mixture things.

25:Ever done a prank call?Not that I remember.

26:What color of underwear I’m wearing now?Yellow with lilac stripes

27:Meaning behind my URL?It’s a song by Tame Impala. Me + the lyrics = accuracy.

28:Favorite movie?Too hard… but let’s say it’s The Babadook.

29:Favorite song?TOO HARD, but hum… at the moment it is Stella Was A Diver And She Was Always Down by Interpol (which I’m listening to right now!!!) ((but also Leif Erikson and Tidal Wave and ughhhhh)).

30:Favorite band?Sorry, I cannot choose only one so here it goes my Holy Trinity: Tame Impala, Arctic Monkeys and Arcade Fire. But I am extremely obsessed with Interpol, so yeah.

31:How I feel right now?Shitty for having a week off and doing nothing.

33:My current relationship status.The same as always: single.

34:My relationship with my parents.It’s good with my mother, and ok with my father.

35:Favorite holiday.Festa junina because food.

36:Tattoos and piercing I have.None, yet.

39:Do I and my last ex hate each other?who?

40:Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night” texts?Sometimes good night from my mother and my ex sister-in-law.

41:Have I ever kissed the last person I texted?No.

42:When did I last hold hands?God… when I was a child, maybe, with my parents, to cross the streets lmao seriously I have no idea.

43:How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?The whole morning lol an hour at least.

44:Have I shaved my legs in the past three days?No. Call me disgusting.

45: Where am I right now?Dining room.

46:If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?This could only happen if I go out with my friends, none of them would go out to get drunk though hah but they would help me, I’m sure.47:Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?Mostly reasonable level, but you know sometimes you gotta turn it louder for that one part… other times, the whole song lol48:Do I live with my Mom and Dad?Yes.

49:Am I excited for anything?Some of my fave bands will release new stuff this year, so yeah. Also, MGMT are coming to play here and I hope to go!!!50:Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?No.51:How often do I wear a fake smile?70% of the time maybe.52:When was the last time I hugged someone?I hugged someone? I think it was 14 days ago because it was my friend’s birthday and I went to her house for a surprise party.

53:What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?I would feel nothing.

54:Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?I don’t think so.

55:What is something I disliked about today?The whole day, I spent it doing chores and I am dead now.

56:If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?Kevin Parker, love of my life. And many other band members.

57:What do I think about most?Music lol hum, I try to focus on my life, my future… but I can’t seem to succeed.

58:What’s my strangest talent?If I had one I can make 3 waves with my tongue, just like Daniel Radcliffe.

59:Do I have any strange phobias?I don’t know if they are strange, but I am afraid of dolls (automatonophobia) and trypophobia.

71:Do I spend money or save it?Save it… to spend it HAH (taurine with ascendant in Taurus).

72:Can I touch my nose with a tongue?Nope.

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?Yes, there is a rose quartz, a pink tsuru (origami), a bed sheet, a sculpture of Our Lady of Aparecida, a small fake flower that my ex sister-in-law gifted my mom for Women’s Day.

74:Favorite animal?I also have a holy trinity for this lol: cats, elephants and deers (any kind).

75:What was I doing last night at 12 AM?Massaging my mom’s feet cause I’m a good daughter.

76:What do I think Satan’s last name is?Devicari LMAO ok this is an internal joke with my friends

77:What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?Signs of Life by Arcade Fire78:How can you win my heart? Buy me concert tickets and food.

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?Embrace disgrace. I have just decided this haha I like the word embrace and I always say disgrace, in English, to my sister. And these two words rhyme lol80:What is my favorite word?In Portuguese, it probably is saudade because of the feeling, but there are some others that I like the pronounce, not necessarily the meaning (like resiliência, recíproco, melancolia), and I chose it by the meaning. There’s also eita, which is a perfect word, omg, I don’t know what I would do without this word. In English, one of them is embrace as I said above. But by the pronounce, it is vortex in British accent. Good af. 81:My top 5 blogs on tumblr?OH MAN, I don’t have fav blogs, I have fav people! So this is the criterion to choose. This is not in order. I AM SO SORRY1. @warpaint-impala2. @14thandeuclid3. @sastrugie4. @roger-sultrey5. @streetofthoughtinallyourbones (this one is inactive, unfortunately, but there’s so much gold in there!!!) ((she is @ourblogtoadmire))

82:If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?hahah… hum… I would say @ all the band members who destroyed my life how much I love them.  As everybody in the world is listening to me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

83:Do I have any relatives in jail?Not that I know.

84:I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?Mental power, just like Professor Xavier, but with telekinesis too. Oh, and being able to fly.

85:What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?Hum, I can only think of “y/n” type of question, which would be very obvious… so I guess the question would be “what would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?” LOL

86:What is my current desktop picture?The best gig of my life, aka Tame Impala. For some reason I can’t add the picture here :/ so I’ll post it later separately.

87:Had sex?what is it?

88:Bought condoms?lol

89:Gotten pregnant?When seeing some certain pictures? Oh hell yes!

90:Failed a class?Yep, Chemistry classes mostly. I may have missed some classes, but my shitty teacher could never be patient and a good professional so I could never really learn a thing.

91:Kissed a boy?Unfortunately yes (not because he’s a boy, but because it was bad as fuck).

92:Kissed a girl?Nope.

93:Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?No. 

94:Had job?Yes, I’ve already been an English teacher for kids (imagine how dumb these kids became when they had classes with me lmao I’m sorry girls)

95:Left the house without my wallet?No, never.

96:Bullied someone on the Internet?No.

97:Had sex in public?lmao what does sex mean?

98:Played on a sports team?Yes, I used to play handball at school.

99:Smoked weed?No.

100:Did drugs?No.

102:Drank alcohol?Yes, today. But I never went out to drink, neither had a single alcoholic drink only for me.

103:Am I a vegetarian/vegan?Nope. 

104:Been overweight?No. I mean, never been in an unhealthy way.

105:Been underweight?Possibly when I was a child and had anemia.

106:Been to a wedding?Yes, the last one was on April 2017. It was my friend’s sister wedding.

107:Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?I think so, playing The Sims lol I love this game.

108:Watched TV for 5 hours straight?Probably… I’m not sure.

109:Been outside my home country?No :( (not yet!)

110:Gotten my heart broken?Yes because my fave band members havE GIRLFRIENDS!!! Ok, hum, I have had my heart broken by a “real person” once (and only time). But this person is one of the best people I have ever met and my heart was broken because we could never fit; he is not a bad person at all, we just are from different realities.

111:Been to a professional sports game?No.

112:Broken a bone?No.

113:Cut myself?Yes, once.

114:Been to prom?No.

115:Been in airplane?Yes, a long time ago, and I don’t remember how many times. Maybe 2 or 3. 

116: Fly by helicopter?No, but I want to!

117:What concerts have I been to?I have a list of it here! I have seen some native bands too, which were pretty cool.118:Had a crush on someone of the same sex?Not a crush properly, but a little attraction. 

119:Learned another language?Yes, English. But I want to learn others, like Japanese and Russian! 

120:Wore make up?For weddings, graduation and this kind of event. And sometimes to go out, but very, very simple.

121:Lost my virginity before I was 18?LMAO

122:Had oral sex?why so many questions about sex? I still don’t know what this mean!!!

123:Dyed my hair?Never, but I’d like to.

124:Voted in a presidential election?My first time will be this year, in October. And I have no idea in who to vote!!! :)

125:Rode in an ambulance?No.

126:Had a surgery?No.

127:Met someone famous?I didn’t meet him, but I once went to an event and Beakman (from Beakman’s World) was there… but this is just like seeing a band live: you only see them, you don’t meet them.128:Stalked someone on a social network?Hahahahah hell yes

129:Peed outside?Outside what? In public, like, in the street? In a bush? No, never!

130:Been fishing?Yes, twice.

131:Helped with charity?Yes. 

132:Been rejected by a crush?I had only one crush and he didn’t reject me, neither accepted.

133:Broken a mirror?Yes.

134:What do I want for birthday?My birthday was exactly 14 days ago I wanted a new pair of sneakers, and also money for gigs.

135:How many kids do I want and what will be their names?If I have a good financial condition, I want two. If not, only one. I don’t think too much about names, but can you believe I thought of it earlier today? Yes! Male names I like are Julian and Edwin. And female, Elizabeth/Elise, Amélia/Amelie (just like I said here) and also Helena. 

136:Was I named after anyone?No, my grandfather suggested this name for me and my mom liked it.

 137:Do I like my handwriting?Not anymore. It is really ugly now, it used to be better.

138:What was my favorite toy as a child?Barbie dolls, always.

139:Favorite TV Show?Decora. It’s a Brazilian tv show about renovating and decorating rooms.

140:Where do I want to live when older?Perth, Australia (thanks Tame Impala for destroying my life).

141:Play any musical instrument?Unfortunately not, and I hate this!!! I really, reaaaally want to play some! Hopefully I will in the future.

142:One of my scars, how did I get it?I have two scars on my right arm. My sister really wanted the tv control I was holding… yeah, she tried to get it from my hands and scratched my arm.

143:Favorite pizza topping?K E T C H U P! LMAO SO PAULISTAN

144:Am I afraid of the dark?No.

145:Am I afraid of heights?Yes.

146:Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?Yeah, I remember once when I left the laundry room (I was alone there) and I didn’t hold the door, so it shut and it was loud, and I said it was my brother’s fault, though he wasn’t even there. My mom was getting in the laundry room and she saw it all. LOL.147:Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?Always? lol hum, yes, it happens a lot.

148:What I’m really bad at.Everything. Ok, hum, I would say that I am really bad at being positive.

149:What my greatest achievements are.Seeing my Holy Trinity live; saving the life of some pets (my last dog and the three current cats I have) and I don’t know what else.

150:The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me.basically everything my father says to me hum my father used to call me useless a lot of times.

151:What I’d do if I won in a lottery.Help my family, move to Perth and try my life in there.

152:What do I like about myself?Nothing…………….-my music taste, and the fact that I am an open minded person.

153:My closest Tumblr friend.you (@warpaint-impala).

154:Something I fantasies about.LMAOOOOOOOOOO sorry but nope hah

155:Any question you’d like - would you read my text?Yes, I will read it.

Glenda, muito obrigada, mas nunca mais faça eu responder todas as perguntas. Por favor. Te amo

[tonystarkbingo]

TSB Week 18 Roundup!

No badges this week, so go forth and bury yourself in some Tony content!

Title: N/A Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T3 - Detailed Background Ship: WinterIron if you squint Rating: Gen Major Tags: N/A Summary: [Fanart] Octopus!Tony with a little winter soldier shark plush.  Word Count: N/A

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Title: A Late Night Special from the Stark Salon Collaborator: newnewyorker93 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 - Flutter Ship: Pepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fluff and Mild Hurt/Comfort, Morning Sickness, Star Wars References Summary: Morning sickness is keeping Pepper up all night, but Tony's there to help her feel better. Word Count: 1545

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Title: The Cyborgs-R-Us Support Group Collaborator: thudworm Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2 - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Ship: James “Bucky” Barnes & Tony Stark Rating: Teen Major Tags: Post-Endgame, Tony Stark Live AU, PTSD, minor Pepperony, discussion of past non-con body modification Summary: Defeating Thanos left its scars on Tony. Which is why Rhodey invites him to join a very selective group, full of people who have similar scars. AKA The Cyborg Support Club. Word Count: 3454

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Title: Escape Plan: 12% of a Plan Collaborator: tisfan Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted - Peter Quill/StarLord Ship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Peter Quill/Tony Stark Rating: Teen Major Tags: Prison Fic, Lack of Planning, Assholes, But not 100% dicks Summary: They say the first day in prison, you have to win a fight, or become someone’s bitch. Tony’s got no idea which thing just happened. Word Count: 1480

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Title: It Almost Seems Like Yesterday Collaborator: ceealaina Link: AO3 Square Filled: S2 - Happily Ever After Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Memory Loss, Fluff and Hurt Comfort Summary: When Tony gets hit with an amnesia spell that leaves him unable to remember anything past 1990, Rhodey's right there to help him through it. (Now if only Rhodey could remember how the hell he's managed to hide his feelings for Tony all these years.) Word Count: 11,698

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Title: A Piece of the Past Collaborator: hddnone Link: AO3 Square Filled: K5 - Flashbacks Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - Mob Summary: It had been so many years since Bucky had gone undercover in the Stark family's mob, he thought he'd gotten away clean.Then Tony Stark slid into the seat across from him at his breakfast diner, and Bucky's boss has a new case for him. Word Count: 4954

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Title: Artificial Indignities Collaborator: eachpeachpearplum Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted - Alexa/Siri vs. JARVIS Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Mature Major Tags: humour, flatulence, attempted cock-blocking Summary: In which Clint makes the mistake of comparing JARVIS and Alexa, and suffers the consequences. Word Count: 1672

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Title: Masquerade Collaborator: cami-chats Link: AO3 Square Filled: T3 - Giuletta Nefaria Ship: Tony Stark/Giuletta Nefaria Rating: Teen Major Tags: none Summary: Back in the day, Tony and Giuletta were engaged. It’s rather fitting that the next time they see each other after she runs off, is at an old style masquerade gala. Word Count: 1297

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Title: Save Another Life (It Will Be Worth It) - Chapter 2: Helpless Collaborator: rebelmeg Link: AO3 Square Filled: S1 – fears appear in reality Ship: Bucky & Tony & Bruce Rating: Teen Major Tags: child abuse, Dad Bucky & Kid Tony & Kid Bruce, heavy angst and lots of fluff Summary: James’ suspicions about Bruce’s home life are confirmed in the worst way. Word Count: 6506

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Title: With a Box of Scraps Collaborator: newnewyorker93 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A2 - cave Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: art, IM1 Summary: Pencil drawing of the Mark I helmet and the original arc reactor.

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Title: Meanwhile Collaborator: hereandnowwearealive Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A2 - Height difference Ship: ThunderIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: art  Summary: Image of Thor ruffling Tony’s hair

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Title: Save Another Life (It Will Be Worth It) - Chapter 4: Turning Point Collaborator: rebelmeg Link: AO3 Square Filled: A1 - Forcibly Adopted Ship: Bucky & Tony & Bruce Rating: Teen Major Tags: Child Abuse, Recovery (Physical and Emotional), Dad Bucky and Kids Tony and Bruce, Nightmares Summary: On the run again, James takes care of his boys while Bruce begins his recovery, constantly supported by Tony.  Word Count: 12,831

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Title: Only in New York Collaborator: chel Link: AO3 Square Filled: S3 - Only in New York Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Gen Major Tags: The cardinal sin of dog-earring a book Summary: Where Tony and Rhodey get trapped in a laundromat and things devolve from there, featuring Jurassic Park, conspiracy theories, and jousting, but not necessarily in that order. Word Count: 1821

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Title: Weird Science Collaborator: ceealaina Link: AO3 Square Filled: A5 - Bodysharing Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Explicit Major Tags: MIT Era, Bodyswap, Hand jobs Summary: In a series of unfortunate events, a lab incident leads to Tony and Rhodey switching bodies -- the same weekend that Tony absolutely has to go home. Now Tony has to get everything back to normal while evading his parents, Jarvis, and dealing with a super cranky Rhodey. (It would help if he was slightly less distracted by wanting to touch this new body all over.)  Word Count: 5418

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Title: The True Hero Collaborator: hereandnowwearealive Link: Tumblr Square Filled: R1 - Art Format: Explosion of Colors Ship: N/A Rating: Teen Major Tags: Art Fill, Major Injuries Summary: Image of IM1 Tony in Afghanistan, bleeding from the heart. Word Count: N/A

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Title: Tying Knots in His Heart Collaborator: sharkie335 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R2 - Kink: Pornstar/Rentboy/Sex Worker Ship: IronHawk Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Hooker!Clint, Light Bondage, Bottom Tony Stark Summary: Clint is a hooker, who is sent on a job. Only the john turns out to be his ex, Tony Stark. Word Count: 5885

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Title: The Original Penpals Collaborator: endrega23 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R1 - Schmoop Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Regency AU, Penpals, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Love Confessions, Established Relationship, Mention of Captivity & PTSD Summary: «My dearest Tony» Tony had received so many letters that started like this, and he had replied with so many «My dearest Bucky»s. But that was over two years ago. That was before the war, before Bucky's captivity, before Bucky inherited. Before Bucky ignored him for a year. This one, sadly, would surely not start like that.________________________Bucky knows he is not the man he used to be. He is only painfully aware of the difference, both physical and mental. For one, he has become a coward, because instead of setting Tony free, he had elected not to write back to the man for a year. Never mind the shaking if he so much as sits down to write the letter, he should be better. Stronger. Not so afraid of losing Tony that he keeps the man to a promise no sane person would expect to keep, simply because he cannot write to him. Word Count: 2401

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Title: Honeymoon Suite Collaborator: RoseRose Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted Prompt- Kink: Threesome Ship: Stuckony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Porn with feelings Summary: The smutty epilogue to the Fairy Godbillionaire fic. Word Count: 2043

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Title: Somebody that I Used to Know Collaborator: tisfan Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T3 – Phone Sex Ship: Teen Rating: WinterIron Major Tags: Make-up Fic, Tony Stark has a Heart, post break up, texting your ex, references to phone sex Summary: Prompt: Fuck it, will you marry me? Word Count: 1547

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Best Baby Swings for Colic

Consider the benefits and drawbacks associated with getting one of the best baby swings below. A great way to build your fitness routine more fun, and rewarding, is to have your pals join a person inside it. Rather then experiencing several goods, one only have to pay for you, which inturn equally will save you you will some funds along the way. Gliders are one of the most innovative types of baby swings. Show him that you are listening and understanding him whether or not you have no clue what he’s talking about. You don’t always have to turn on the swinging motion, so it doubles up as a chair for them. This swing does not have a tray, but I have never really understood the use for trays on baby swings, as if they are young enough for the swing, they are too young to use a tray. Publisher: Matthew McKernan There are different types of automatic gates to meet all of your needs. There is a mobile that has a reflective mirror and bird that flies around to give your little one something to entertain themselves, as well as helping them to develop a sense of awareness and visual tracking and eye movement. With soothing motion, a baby swing is a great way to keep your little one occupied and close at hand while you work, clean, or take a well-deserved break.

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Some of these are also suitable right from birth. Publisher: Henri Kalm There are quite many things to secure as a homeowner. Lastly, there is of course a timer to switch off the vibration, a removable translucent canopy, a tray with a mirror, toy and teether. It focuses the brain by programming its reticular activating system (RAS) to notice available resources that were always there but previously unnoticed. If you want to buy a swing, you need to know the type first. What type of objects would I use? Max user weight 25kg. Suitable for outdoor, domestic use only. Circuit training enables you to burn off fat whilst strengthening your muscles, so you get faster outcomes. Watch Real Housewives of Beverly Hills s02e03 streaming online creates interest in Real Housewives of Beverly Hills Season 2 Episode 3 megavideo as if I ought to get rid of watch Real Housewives of Beverly Hills s02e03 full frustration. Second child couldn't keep anything down.

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Popsicle sticks - You can buy these at craft store at reasonable prices. Learn something with every practice swing and soon you'll be swinging less on the course. Swing by the houses the professional labored on to examine their high quality. What To Consider In Buying Baby Swings? When buying books for first time parents, you may want to consider classics like "Goodnight Moon", "Pat the Bunny" and many other titles. It’s also a nice cozy place similar to the mother’s womb, which offers a nice transition for infants in the first 3 months of their life. The first 4 months were a nightmare. It is not about how many swings you perform. If perchance you estimated the doctor along with your devoted performance then you’re already desiredWith each other you and others tense ! Balloon passing game. Two teams at least (each with a minimum of 5 people in). Infants cry. Sometimes they cry for an extended period of time with no obvious reason.

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I have recently put on a lot of weight but didn't think that much about getting the best baby swings. It makes life so much easier as a mum as I can pop baby in the swing whilst I tidy up after my toddler or make a cup of tea. The crib, the changing table, the toys…how can such a little person need so much stuff? You can hear examples of swing in all kinds of music, from Big Band numbers like "In The Mood" to songs such as "My Baby Just Cares for Me" as in the video below. The open top also makes it less complicated to take my baby out of the swing for the reason that there is no best bar finding in the way. The pendulum went the other way. Here are some vital features that you have to look for in buying these products. Child Phat trend designs are ideal for everybody no matter how dressed up or dressed down they need their look to be.

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Now that you understand the idea and purpose of a baby jumper, I am hoping you’re getting excited about shopping for your first jumper for your baby! Does Your Baby Need a Swing? A baby swing that has 5-point harness is more desirable since it is more secure than one that has a 3-point harness. For a parent, trying to get only the best for your baby is an uphill task. Place the baby swing in the best place that you prefer. This swing model is constructed to comfort your baby to sleep with its fifteen incorporated nature songs and lullabies. A battery-operated model with a remote, wall-mounted switch was introduced 2 years ago, but it may no longer be available. And at that point, you may start to feel like the swing is causing more problems than it’s solving! Not only children but also adults like swinging! With a turn of the seat, you can soothe baby with two different ways to swing: side-to-side cradle-like motion or head-to-toe swinging motion. This can keep your baby entertained.

For instance; the Group 0 best baby swings or such infant carriers can keep the baby concerned in rear-facing position that can be placed in position with standard adult seat belt or ISOFix fitting. When the baby is older, there is a mirror globe and a bird mobile that plays soft tunes. There are several swing speeds, a swing timer, a 5 point harness, and a buckle cover. When shopping for a swing baby gate, there are obviously many choices. Publisher: Umar Hayat There are many among you who are not sure about the fisher price baby swings. As far as the flavors, for myself I enjoy the Menthol 1. There are typically a number of various choices. See to it that the features you want are present including and more importantly the safety features. However, it has built in safety feature which will stop the swing after 4 hours of usage. What is the recommended age to use a baby swing?

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