#i suppose im just preparing for the disconnect

[hannieehaee]

Hehe hi luna! 🥺🫶 may i request birthday sex w chan except its his fake childrens day birthday and he finds it hilarious that you're taking it so seriously when actually you just want an excuse to spoil him for (another) day? 💕💕

18+ / mdi

content: birthday!chan, established relationship implied, lots of banter, (it's not actually his birthday!!) afab reader, smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, etc.

wc: 1538

a/n: im convinced this would actually happen in real life lol

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"god, you too?", chan laughed incredulously as soon as he stepped foot into your shared apartment, surprised at the sight but not really.

he should've known that the joke would make its way to you eventually.

"what? can't celebrate my boyfriend's birthday?", you pouted mockingly as you held out the small birthday cake out to him.

behind you stood a few birthday decorations you'd bought behind chan's back a few days back – dinosaur themed, of course.

looking at all the decorations clearly marketed towards children, chan chuckled again, walking up to you and staring you down as he attempted not to smile. unfortunately, the situation was too ridiculous for him to put his acting skills to use.

"you're the bane of my existence," he said once he was in front of you as you lifted up the cake in a silent gesture for him to blow out the singular candle.

"make a wish?", you ignored him.

sighing, he leaned down to follow your instruction, closing his eyes and taking a second to hum as he thought of a wish. blowing out the candle, he then straightened his back and gave you a forced smile (which barely hid the very real smile on his lips).

"happy?"

"very," you grinned, "what was your wish?", you asked as you put the cake down on the table nearby, now heading to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

instinctively, his hands glued themselves around your waist, pulling you in close, "for my girlfriend to stop bullying me."

"dude, that was a trick question! you're not supposed to tell me. everyone knows that. now your wish won't come true!", you gaped at him, mocking him with every word.

groaning, he buried his face in your neck, defiantly giving the empty skin of your shoulder a tiny bite.

you yelped, complaining at the sudden attack, "ah! i prepare you a birthday party and this is how you repay me?"

"what good do i get out of your mockery, baby?"

nudging him away from your shoulder, you gave him a suggestive look, "well, you know what comes with every birthday, right?"

"hmm", he pondered, "what might that be?"

you leaned up close, lips by his ear, "birthday sex?"

"oh ...", he breathed out, hands tightening on your waist, "is that so?"

with a bite to your lip, you nodded, separating yourself from him and walking yourself back to your bedroom, eyes glued to his own, "wanna come unwrap your present?", you asked before turning around and charging into the room.

nodding, he followed after you, catching up to you as he held you in his arms, practically tackling you. the act was followed by a heavy kiss as his hands wrapped around you once more, feeling you up through your clothes. your hands were equally needy as they ran through his hair, softly pulling in the way you knew he liked.

"you bully me a lot for someone who wants me this badly," he bantered into your lips.

"'bully'? is that how you thank your girlfriend for caring about your birthday?", you just were not letting go of the joke.

despite how silly the whole situation was, chan couldn't find it in himself to feel any type of real frustration. your dedication made him too fond (and surprisingly, a little horny), causing him to simply chuckle against your lips while his hands attempted to rid you of your clothes.

your newfound almost-nudity proved to be a bigger challenge than dealing with your teasing, as you now stood in front of chan with one of the prettiest sets of lingerie he'd ever seen.

"like your gift, baby?" you grinned at him, disconnecting from him and walking yourself back to the bed, sitting down as you presented your body to him.

any thoughts of a stupid birthday joke left his mind as he zeroed in on your body, breath now heavy at the sight.

"yeah," he went along with it, "best birthday gift ever," his words did not meet his eyes, as they showed lust that could not be portrayed through speech.

he threw off his clothing as he made his way to you, stumbling as he removed his shoes but determined nonetheless. finally reaching you, he pushed you back on the bed, crawling over you as his hands got their fill of your body.

"do i get to fuck you, baby? or are you gonna do it since it's my day?", he murmured into your neck, drinking in any pretty sigh you let out at his kisses.

"the birthday boy gets to decide," you breathed when his lips made their way to your tits, suckling at your nipples through the thin bralette you were wearing.

"mind if i rip my present, pretty?" his hands were itching to get you as naked as he was.

"you didn't like it?", you pouted mockingly, knowing that was absolutely not the case.

"i'll fuck you with it on, i don't care," he was serious too.

opting to hastily remove it instead, he went to reach for a condom from the bedside table, only to be halted by you.

"doesn't the birthday boy want to fuck me raw?", you looked up at him expectantly.

huh?

"baby?", he gulped.

"happy birthday?", you smiled at him, pulling him down for another kiss.

he practically growled against your lips, "happy birthday to me," he sighed before beginning to sloppily align himself to your cunt, refusing to disconnect your lips.

a groan vibrated into your open mouth when he finally entered you, breathing out praise as you sucked at his tongue.

he grew desperate quite quickly, falling in love with the feeling of your bare cunt within seconds. chan was sure this was the most unfiltered pleasure he had ever felt. your walls were too warm for him to process, making him entirely too lightheaded to even comprehend how good he was feeling.

the thought of your first time giving it to him raw being part of a lamely orchestrated joke crossed his mind for a mere second, but it didnt distract him from pounding into you with every ounce of desire imbedded in his body. he couldnt comprehend how good you were to him – how pretty and funny and perfect and just tailored to him you were.

making up an entire ruse of his fake birthday just to mess with him, luring him back into your room and then presenting your bare cunt to him ... yeah, he needed to marry you asap.

rocking his hips into your own, his hands held onto the back of your thighs for dear life, holding them up to get the optimal angle that allowed him to hit that spongy spot inside of you that he knew drove you crazy. the pretty whines of his name were just another reason as to why chan felt the sudden need to head to the nearest jewelry store and ransack them of the largest ring they had to offer.

"feel so fucking good ... fuck, i- pretty cunt keeps sucking me in," he moaned out into your lips.

the kiss wasn't even a kiss anymore. it was a disgusting mess of tongues sucking at each other while teeth clanked every once in a while. but it was a nastiness that chan lived for.

"channie ... fuck, need you to cum. need my pretty birthday boy to cum," you murmured as he sucked at your tongue, making it all the harder for you to let out a single sentence.

you knew his body too well. it was far too easy for you to spot his orgasm coming. luckily for him, he knew you even better, aware that yours was likely around the corner.

not wanting to risk cumming before you (which was very likely considering the gorgeous cunt warming up his cock at the moment), his hand slipped between you to flick at your clit, swallowing every pretty moan breathed out against his lips.

"where? where can i cum, pretty? hmm? need- need you to tell me where," he knew he was being obvious about his unspoken desire to cum in you, but he wanted a full-pledged confirmation that you wanted him to finish inside you – that and also a depraved need to hear you beg to be filled up.

"inside, channie ... you know- you know i want it inside. need you to fill me up," you whined, nails scratching at his back.

"gonna film you up ..." he promised, "gonna have you dripping for me, okay?"

only moments later and he found himself emptying all of him inside you as he gasped into your mouth, only to begin crying out against you when your cunt suddenly tightened with your own orgasm.

humping against you, he lost himself in the pleasure while his orgasm subsided along with yours. pretty sighs of his name filled his ears, making him murmur praise against your own.

finally falling limp against you, he lazily flipped you over so half your body would lay atop his own whilst he ran his hands softly up and down your back.

"did you like your birthday present?" you asked. he could feel your dumb smile against his chest.

chuckling, he gave up, "fucking love my birthday."

[digitalsandmandala]

i like having a blog because i can look back at how i post at different times of my life and i can smell my energy, my vibe, my mental state. i have quite bad memory so i value this especially. i like using tumblr because it introduces me to some of the strangest and most delightful people i know.

i dislike using tumblr because this place is like a mental trap. i refresh my dash endlessly and constantly want to see notes/interactions/whatever. monke brain is well and truly hooked up with the electrodes. i dislike using tumblr because (like most parts of the internet) it is in active decay, growing worse and worse and worse and worse through bad management, filled with bots, idiots, and other things that are generally unappealing.

i keepusing tumblr because that while i use it, there is always the possibility that the next refresh of the dash will bring me a new point of view, a new favourite piece of art, or most tantalisingly, a new friendship. the potential for these alone is enough for the dopamine hooks to be in place, and i sit, not unlike the vegas slot machine drone, pulling the lever until i get that bar bar bar.

i dont really like that. i dont think its conducive to happiness. im gonna take a break, msg me if you want my discord or my phone # for whatsapp

[not-playable-character]

I swear to God im working on the next after story, so much has gotten in the way. Everytime I sit down to write something comes up and I won't be able to access my computer this weekend more than likely because I'll be flooded out of my house. So to make it up to you guys who have been patiently waiting (especially @ibest14 who requested this fix) im posting what I do have written as a lil preview (and so you guys can say yea or nay to the premise)

It was a normal Saturday afternoon when the Winters family got a very strange package.  It was addressed to the whole family and had no return address.

“What the heck is this?” Rose wondered aloud carrying the small package inside, “Hey mom! Did you order something online?”

“Not that I remember, why?” Mia asked curious why her daughter was asking about the mail, “Who is it addressed to? Maybe your dad ordered something.” She went and stood next to Rose to look at the package.

“Hmm, I think we should wait for dad to get home to open it, I mean it is addressed to all of us.” Mia agreed with her daughter and went to continue making dinner.

Ethan got home a few hours later and was greeted by his daughter with a warm hug, “Haha, hey there kid how was your day?” He asked returning the hug and picking Rose up.

“It was good! We got a weird package in the mail, mom and I decided to wait for you before opening it.” Rose said leading him into the kitchen after he put her down.

“Welcome home, Hon!  How was work?” Mia asked kissing Ethan on the cheek.

“Ugh, Williams was an absolute pain again.  He somehow unplugged all of his equipment and disconnected his computer from the ethernet cable again.” Ethan complained sitting down at the dinner table next to Rose. “Chris somehow changed his computer to Arabic and Sal’s computer was changed to have wingdings as the default language and it bricked the whole thing, he said it was an accident, but I think it was one of the dicks that keep harassing him.  I told Chris and he’s looking into it.” Ethan picked up the package and looked at the outside.

“Ugh why can’t these douchebags see that Sal is way better than them.  Probably just jealous of him.” Rose said frustrated at the harassment her uncle was receiving.

“We should invite him over for dinner sometime, lift his spirits some!” Mia suggested placing a glass of juice down for Ethan.  He agreed and thanked her for the juice.

Ethan handed the package back to Rose who tore into the packaging.  Inside was a video game box, “Resident Evil? Isn’t that a game from the nineties?” Rose asked confused.

Ethan leaned over to get a better look, “Yeah it is, I played almost all of them, but I’ve never seen that one.  It looks like its supposed to be the seventh one, but they only made six that I know of.” Ethan became confused taking the box from Rose studying it, it strangely didn’t have a back cover.

“Weird, maybe they are rebooting the series, but why wouldn’t there be a lot of news about it?” Rose asked.  Ethan’s face lit up at the possibility of a reboot of his favorite childhood series.

“Man, I hope so, I always loved Craig Bluemarsh and Leo C. Harrison.  They were the best!  The whole M.O.O.N.S squad from Badger City.  Special Ops turned paranormal investigators was the twist of the decade!  And the whole thing with Egbert Walberk and how he possessed himself with countless demons to become basically a god.” Ethan sighs as he reminisces.

“You clearly have bad taste honey because Julie Easter was the best character in the series.  The ace of the M.O.O.N.S squad, the one that Walberk kidnapped to force demons into her with a mind control amulet.  Oh, and don’t forget Chloe Bluemarsh, college kid turned aid worker for those affected by the demons.” Mia added as she chopped vegetables for dinner.

“Ahh yes, how could I forget! Anyway, this looks like a cheap bootleg or fake.  Probably just a prank from Dani or Angie.”  Ethan said tossing the case further on the table looking upset.

“Aw man…. That’s lame dad.” Rose says dramatically throwing herself over the back of the chair.  “I’m keeping it anyway; the box looks cool.”

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A month after the whole package incident, Rose bursts into the house beaming.  “Dad, Uncle Chris just told me that we are having a meeting with the whole gang! We should totally bring that janky game we got and show it off!”

“Whoa, slow down Rose! You’re gonna hurt yourself running around like that.” Ethan says watching his daughter bounce in place.  “Why do you think we should bring that thing anyway? I doubt there will be anytime to just sit around and play a game, if it’s even real.”  Rose rolls her eyes at him.

“Dad, I’m sure Uncle Chris can pull some strings so we can have a little get together.  We never get to see each other all at once!” Rose states, putting on her best puppy dog eyes, “Don’t you want to see the gang, Dad.  It would be so much fun.  You know how much I miss them all.” She begs.

Ethan can physically feel his resolve crumbling at his begging daughter, always caving into her once she pulls out the puppy eyes, “Fine, I’ll talk with Chris and we can bring the game with us, but you are responsible for the PlayStation and if it gets damaged or broken you have to buy the new one.” He says in his dad voice, trying to be stern.  Rose squeals and jumps into his arms hugging him.

“You’re the best dad ever!”  She says running off to prepare for their long weekend at Blue Umbrella.

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“Ok, is everyone comfy, I’m about to start the game!” Rose said excitedly setting up the PS4 in the Blue Umbrella lounge room.  Everyone was present, Rose even convinced Miranda and Elena to join them after Milena was put to bed.

“I am unsure of what we are even doing sweet thing.” Alcina said settling into her chair near Mia and Donna.

“Well, I’m gonna play this weird game I got, maybe Dani can take over if I get tired.  We are just gonna check it out, if its good, Great! If not, we can make fun of how bad it is!” Rose explained sitting down on the couch wedged between Daniela, Angie, and Heisenberg with Bela and Cassandra on the floor in front of them.  Alcina wasn’t convinced that it would be fun, but she couldn’t deny Rose’s request considering how excited she looked.  She sighed and pulled out her reading glasses seeing the small text on the screen.

“Psh, what are you a grandma?” Heisenberg teased. Alcina growled at him.

“Oh, please grow up you child.” She replied trying to de-escalate the situation knowing Rose and her daughters hated when they argued.

“I see making your head bigger didn’t help your eyesight.” He continued to tease sensing her anger.

“I grew proportionally you ignoramus, becoming larger would not fix my farsightedness.” She growled out becoming angrier.

“Guys….” Rose said sadly at the two arguing.  Heisenberg immediately stopped his next sentence and turned to give Rose a side hug.

“Sorry kiddo, I forgot you hate it when we fight.  I’ll stop, I promise.”  He says sincerely as Alcina nods looking guilty, Rose smiles accepting their apologies.

“No more sappiness get to the action I’m getting bored!” Angie cried out from Daniela’s lap.  Rose rolls her eyes at the doll’s bratty attitude and begins the game.

[megalony]

Labour pains

This is a murderer! Ben Hardy imagine that will have a follow up part soon, I hope you will all enjoy it feedback is always lovely.

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Part 2

Summary: Ben and (Y/n) have a son together and are expecting another baby, but problems arise when (Y/n) is adamant she doesn’t want to give birth after the trauma of her first child.

Enjoy.

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"Hey baby, you're back early." (Y/n) pressed her lips to the top of Ben's head when she walked into the kitchen, surprised to see her husband sitting at the table nursing a cup of coffee. It was unusual to see Ben home from the club anytime before five in the afternoon.

She felt Ben's hand graze over her lower back before she moved past him and headed over to the counter, wanting to get herself a drink.

"James would be excited if you pick him up from school today since you're home now." Turning her head, she looked over at Ben as she turned the kettle on but a surge of unease flooded her stomach when she noticed that Ben had narrowed eyes and he was looking at her with an almost blank expression. He wasn't usually like this, especially not when he was home early. Ben normally clung to (Y/n) like glue and ranted about his day or asked what she had been doing. He was a cheeky sod and it was unusual to see him unsettled like this.

"How was the scan?"

"What?"

"The scan, you know, it's something you have to check on the little one." Ben motioned his hand towards (Y/n)'s stomach and she watched his eyes momentarily soften when he glanced at her stomach before he looked back up at her.

"Oh, it was good, the baby's practically perfect in every way." The smile on (Y/n)'s lips didn't quite reach her eyes when she noticed that Ben pursed his lips in a way that was never a good sign.

(Y/n) took her cup from the cupboard and set it down in front of the kettle, feeling the cup tremble ever so slightly in her hand from nervousness. She didn't like the way Ben was looking at her, he was staring at her like there was something pressing on his mind and it concerned her. It was almost as if he thought she had done something wrong but he wasn't sure.

"That's good, no problems?"

"No, nothing's wrong."

(Y/n) never liked when Ben looked at her like that or like he was disappointed or when he narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips and right now that was how he was looking at her. He made her feel nervous because she hated to upset him just like he hated to hurt or upset her in any way. Ben made (Y/n) nervous when he was like this with her and he knew it which was why (Y/n) couldn't keep secrets from Ben.

"You know I don't like it when you lie to me, sweetheart." Ben stood up from where he had previously been sat in the kitchen but he noticed the moment he advanced towards (Y/n) she shivered like she was suddenly afraid of him.

"W-what are you talking about?"

"The midwife rang, apparently you cancelled the appointment last week but haven't rearranged it yet and she's getting worried. Care to explain?"

Ben watched the colour drain from (Y/n)'s features like the blood was pouring out of a wound on her skin and he hated that he was making her nervous but he couldn't help it. She had lied to him and she was still trying to lie to him and Ben didn't tolerate anyone lying to him, especially not the person he loved and was married to.

(Y/n) suddenly found her mind drawing a blank, she could barely manage to lie to him about the scan but she didn't think what she would say if he caught onto the fact that she had been lying to him. There was nothing but the truth that she could tell him and that was something she didn't want to explain right now. She tilted her head down before daring to try and walk past him but she knew it wasn't going to work. Ben's arm reached out and secured around her waist and his head tipped down so he could look at her.

"Oh no, doll. You don't try and lie to me and then run away when you get caught. If I had got off work any earlier and said I could go to that appointment with you what would you have told me? That midwife seemed really concerned and you've missed more than one appointment. I haven't been to half of the scans for this baby so you tell me how many you've missed and why."

Ben was worried what would have happened if he could have gone to the scan after all because (Y/n) cancelled it a week ago and thought she could pull off lying to Ben about it. He was also worried about how many scans (Y/n) had missed because they were important, they made sure that the baby was okay and growing and developing properly and they made sure (Y/n) was okay. If there was a problem and (Y/n) was missing appointments then they wouldn't know if something was wrong.

"I-... I missed three appointments."

"Three? So you haven't been since I last went with you almost three months ago and you've lied to me about it? Why the fuck haven't you gone to any of them?"

Anything could have gone wrong in that time and (Y/n) had lied for three months about everything being okay and the appointments being fine. Ben wondered if (Y/n) didn't like the scans when he wasn't there because she never sounded enthusiastic. And he knew talking about the pregnancy wasn't something she was all that comfortable with but he didn't think it was anything as bad as this.

"Why does it matter? The baby's clearly fine you call them your little wriggler they never stop moving and kicking and it shows they're strong. And I'm fine, I don't need to go-"

"Doll there could be any number of complications and problems and you know it. You went to every one of James' scans when we had him even the two that I couldn't go, why is this so different?" Ben couldn't see why (Y/n) was so against going to a scan or why she seemed so against feeling close to this baby and this pregnancy.

Ben remembered very clearly when they were expecting James, (Y/n) had the usual nerves of a first-time mother but she had been so excited and eager. Ben loved the way she bubbled up with excitement when they went to each scan and she loved feeling James move and kick. (Y/n) had seemed so happy and ready and prepared herself and everything around her for when they had James. But this pregnancy wasn't going in the same direction and Ben knew it which was why he was getting worried.

(Y/n) didn't seem excited or thrilled or even all that happy about this pregnancy, all Ben could see was how worried she was becoming. Every so often when the baby kicked Ben would see (Y/n) smile and then suddenly her smile would drop and her eyes would gloss over like she had just remembered something terrible. It was as if (Y/n) wanted to be disconnected from this pregnancy no matter how many times she told Ben she was happy or couldn't wait for this baby.

If people talked to her about the pregnancy she seemed to sink in on herself and become uneasy.

There were only a handful of times where Ben could see (Y/n) was actually okay and happy about the pregnancy and it worried him. He knew (Y/n) had been happy when they had James and they had always talked about kids and he thought (Y/n) would be happy to have another baby.

"Doll, why aren't you happy about this baby?"

"I want this baby but I- I can't go through labour again."

(Y/n) watched the way Ben's expression dropped and his eyes seemed to darken in pain but when he tried to put his hands on her waist to pull her closer she pulled away. She swiped her hands under her eyes to try and rid the tears but more tears kept falling until her vision started to blur. When (Y/n) had James she couldn't bear the thought of having to go through labour a second time. Despite how badly (Y/n) wanted more children with Ben, what happened with James had scarred her too badly to want to go through it again. But now (Y/n) had no choice but to be put through that torture again and the thought was scaring her to the point she was willing to do almost anything to avoid it again.

"Oh doll... I know with James everything went to shit but this time it will be different-"

"You don't know that!" (Y/n) felt her chest starting to heave as her voice rose like her panic levels which were going through the roof the more she thought about it. Anytime she thought of labour she despised the baby she was carrying because it wouldn't be the baby who had to get hurt and go through the trauma, it was (Y/n). She had to endure it all for her child and the love she felt for her baby didn't feel like enough love to get her through the labour.

"Doll, it's okay to be scared."

"I'm not scared, I'm terrified! That midwife promised me everything would be okay and then you both let that doctor butcher me! I don't want to be hurt again for this baby I can't do it again I- I can't, Ben."

(Y/n) pressed her palm to her stomach but all she wanted was for the baby to disappear or already been born without the terror and inflicted pain that came with it. She didn't know how to deal with her upcoming labour because there was no way around it but (Y/n) was desperate to find a way because she couldn't get hurt again. If that doctor had never walked into her delivery room (Y/n) would have been fine, she would have coped with James' labour and would have gotten through it with the two midwives and Ben in the room with her. But from the moment he walked in he destroyed what was supposed to be a memorable exciting moment and he replaced it with terror and nightmares.

"Me? Doll I couldn't knock him out when he had James in his hands who wasn't breathing. And I didn't let him get away with what he did to you, that fucker can't butcher anyone else with mangled hands now can he." The anger in Ben's voice wasn't directed at (Y/n) and she knew that but she hated seeing Ben riled up like this. His muscles were tense and shaking and his breathing was deep and laboured.

James' birth hadn't been anything like Ben and (Y/n) had prepared themselves for.

He had been a week past his due date so labour had been induced but everything seemed to be fine right up until the last hour. The midwives had to call a doctor because James had become distressed and his heartbeat was dropping and all (Y/n) could figure out from their hushed whispers was that James was stuck.

When the doctor came into the room he had an attitude Ben didn't care for, he wasn't sympathetic and he didn't bother talking them through what was happening or tell them what he was doing. But Ben hated what he had done to (Y/n). She was a scared eighteen year old girl in labour who was getting concerned for her baby and he was crude and uncaring with her. He had to intervene and cut (Y/n) in order for James to be born and he gave (Y/n) no warning or indications as to what he was doing.

Ben could still hear the screams (Y/n) let out and the river of blood that soaked the sheets. He had butchered (Y/n) and when James was finally born he hadn't been breathing, one of the midwives had to take James from the doctor and get him to start breathing.

For a few dreaded moments in that delivery room Ben thought he was going to lose both his wife and son. (Y/n) had to have a blood transfusion from the amount of blood she lost when the doctor intervened and she blacked out more than once and then James hadn't been breathing and struggled for the first few days of his life.

"Doll, come here." Ben was slow and careful when he reached out for (Y/n) and pulled her into his chest, having had enough of watching her crying and feeling a desperate urge to comfort her.

(Y/n) buried her face in Ben's shirt but only for a few moments before she felt his hands gently cupping her face, tilting her head up so she was looking up at him. He didn't know how to stop her from panicking or fearing that she was going to be hurt in the same way that she was before but all he could do was reassure her that he wouldn't let anyone hurt her like that again. Ben would never forgive himself for not kicking that doctor out the moment he came in with the wrong attitude and an uncaring nature. But he wouldn't make the same mistake again.

"I know your afraid and I don't expect anything less, but we're eight months into this now and I'm sorry baby, I really am, but this baby is coming one way or another and there's nothing you can do about it. I'm calling that midwife back and getting you an appointment so she can talk you through this. You can't stop this from happening but at least you can be prepared and have some help."

No matter how many times (Y/n) said she didn't want to go through labour again despite wanting this baby, it was going to happen. There was no other way around it but at least if Ben took her to see the midwife then (Y/n) could have some help and support through this because she wasn't coping well at all.

The closer she got to her due date, the worse her anxiety was getting.

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"Okay, well baby's a little on the small side but that's nothing to worry about, the heartbeat is strong and they seem perfectly healthy."

Ben looked up at (Y/n) intently, watching the way she smiled at the news and looked down at her stomach like she wished she had x-ray vision to be able to see the baby. But he could also see the anxiety pooling in her eyes because this appointment only showed her that in less than a month she would be reliving her worst nightmare.

He reached over and gently grazed his hand against (Y/n)'s stomach for a few seconds before (Y/n) sat up and cleaned the gel from her stomach. Ben could see in (Y/n)'s eyes that she wanted to say something along the lines of I told you so. She cancelled her appointments because she was scared and wanted to act like this pregnancy wasn't happening and she knew from a mother's instinct that the baby was okay. This only proved that she was right but Ben would rather be safe than sorry.

"Now, Ben told me that you've been getting worried about going into labour, if that's the case then we can help and try to prepare you for that." The midwife took a seat in front of the couple as (Y/n) pulled her shirt back down over her stomach. The light seemed to dwindle from (Y/n)'s eyes and the smile faded instantly from her lips at the change in topic.

"Can you stop it from happening?"

The sarcasm in (Y/n)'s voice was drowned out by fear and it made the midwife's expression fall and a sigh pass through her lips. It was never a good thing to have to console a worried mother but this kind of worry was the worst because there was nothing that could be done to avoid this.

"I'm afraid all I can do is try to ease your worries and prepare you for labour. (Y/n) there are many mothers with this kind of worry and I'm here to help you, what exactly is it about labour that's worrying you?"

"No one prepared me last time, no one told me a doctor could come in and cut me like a piece of meat and let me bleed out and go through that pain. No one said he could rip my baby from me like that and then not bother to help him when he wasn't breathing. How can you help me, can you stop me from going through labour again because I don't want to do it. I can't feel that kind of pain again I don't want to!"

There had been a lot of people who talked (Y/n) through what could happen during her first pregnancy, but not one person had said that a doctor might need to intervene. No one said she might need a doctor to cut her up in order to get her baby out who was stuck and in distress. And nobody told her that the doctor wouldn't need her permission in order to do that, he could waltz in whenever he liked and take charge of her body and the situation.

"Doll calm down." Ben stood up from his seat and rested his hands on (Y/n)'s shoulders but his quiet words made no difference to her.

"No! No one is coming near me or this baby because I'm not going through that again." (Y/n) pushed herself off the bed she had been lying on but she didn't get two steps towards the door before Ben's hands were around her arms and he pulled her to a stand still.

"Doll I don't know what you want us to do... couldn't she have a C-section or something, then she doesn't have to go through it again?" Ben looked between (Y/n) and the midwife as he moved round so he was standing in front of (Y/n) allowing him to pull her into his chest. He knotted his hand in her hair, massaging his fingers into her scalp as his other arm wrapped around (Y/n)'s waist and it hurt Ben to feel how badly (Y/n) was shaking against him.

Her hands were fisting in his shirt tightly and he could feel her tears soaking into his shirt.

"C-sections are only if the mother is ill or unable to give birth naturally or if there is a problem with the baby."

"Then why didn't I get one before instead of him c-cutting me?" (Y/n) kept her face buried in Ben's shirt, not daring to look at the midwife because it wasn't her fault but her words were still making (Y/n) angry. Why couldn't she of had one with James when he became distressed rather than being sliced apart by a doctor who seemed to like hurting his patients.

"If the doctor had to intervene with your labour then I don't think there would have been time to give you a C-section. (Y/n) I can see how distressed the thought of labour is making you but this is your second pregnancy, most women don't need any intervention with a second baby. And although the hospital would be better, you could always have a home birth if that would make you feel any more comfortable."

"I don't want a home birth I don't want to give birth at all! I can't... I don't want to get hurt..."

(Y/n) tightened her hands in Ben's shirt but all she wanted to do was curl up and disappear. This baby didn't seem worth the pain that she would have to endure. James was worth the pain, he was their perfect boy but the point was (Y/n) didn't have a choice with that pain. Maybe she would have still endured it if she had the choice, she had loved James from the moment she found out she was pregnant and she would have gone through with that labour again for him.

But she didn't feel a connection with this baby because she was too afraid of how she might get hurt or become ill or even worse due to this baby. (Y/n) kept telling herself that when this was all over and done with, she would be okay. She would hold her baby and feel overwhelming love like she did with James and (Y/n) prayed to God that it was true. But (Y/n) didn't want to go through the pain to find out.

"Shh, shh doll it's okay. I swear no one's gonna hurt you this time, I won't let them touch you."

[unironicduncanstan]

rating disney movie sequels ive seen from worst to best bc i can

12. pocahontas II: journey to a new world - caught sight of it on my tv one time, and as a child who was probably still identifying as republican at that point, i s2g it was so racist i could not finish it. ‘wait till he sees you’ gives me fuckin hives

11. tarzan II - its. tarzan as a kid. like just more young tarzan adventures and dont get me wrong its a cute idea but after about 5 minutes it gets so boring 

10.  atlantis: milos return - this one gets a lil bit of a pass bc from what i heard it was supposed to be a better sequel but that got canned and they were working on a spin off series too so they just like. took a couple of the episodes they were working on and stitched it into a movie. its like a bootleg parody of the first film and my family and i despite loving the original , once again, could not even finish this one. the only memorable part for me was kida picking up a life preserver presuming its a game and milo telling her you throw it to someone whos drowning and she responds “does this not make it difficult to play the game”

9. beauty and the beast: the enchanted christmas - not that bad, tim curry plays a great villian per usual, its just kinda confusing where and how it fits into the plot of the first film. and its like. Dark? perhaps scary? for a christmas movie??? i remember my mom didnt want me to watch it every year she’d dread it bc it was such a bummer lol

8. brother bear 2 - ok nah introducing the new girl character was actually a baller move, and the concept was pretty cool. they just didnt make it fit very well and ngl the entire rest of the movie also feels disconnected from the first. had a lot of good dots but no good connection ya dig. also even though they tried in the end it was still just a ‘we have to give this character a love interest’ movie which kinda trumps the whole reason the first movie revolved around brotherhood. it aint wife bear

7. cinderella II: dreams come true - i barely remember it i am literally just giving it this high of a rating bc the romance between the baker and one of the stepsisters was so fucking wholesome. that true love lives in my head bitch xoxo

6. the rescuers down under - i never saw the original so when i saw this on tv i thought it was the original , thats how quality it was imo. i just hardly remember it and had no real urge to seek it out again for years. its eye catching but not super duper memorable

5. the little mermaid II: return to the sea - ik most of the plot is just the first movie reversed but i actually rly liked the character melody and how they inverted a lot of the concepts, its just. a lot of it includes secondhand embarrassment and some of it rly is too lazy for me to ignore. solid B- for me

4. the lion king II: simbas pride - INCREDIBLE soundtrack, nothing can beat the first but its still Baller, and the newly introduced characters are all iconic. my only qualm is how like. the concept of bigoted simba is very hard to watch which ik ik it makes some sense with the events of the first movie but jfc my man does not have a great look in this one

3. mulan II - most ppl hate this one?? but i actually rly loved the princess characters and the music as well, i watched it a LOT growing up. the whole mushu trying to break up mulan and shang thing is equal parts entertaining and frustrating. and the animation is a tad bit... off. but like am i ever gonna FORGET mulan hanging off the bridge and reaching for her man and screaming with her entire heart? or the way she kinda parallels his ‘ping, hold on’ from the first movie with ‘shang, hang on’? no

2. peter pan II: return to neverland - broe....... howd they take the racist misogynistic trainwreck that was the first film and make this. its so fucking good, it has emotional depth and speaks to kids who feel they are being forced into growing up too fast by showcasing wendys daughter going thru WORLD WAR II and making her an incredibly realistic portrayal of a traumatized kid, pairing her with the happy go lucky peter pan and the lost boys who CANT grow up, symbolizing the death of her innocence with the way that her not believing in fairies is slowly killing tinkerbell, it all just makes for a really impactful movie. and even in a kids movie sense its just so entertaining and at times really funny and/or whimsical? not to mention the ‘i’ll try’ song/scene gets me crying every single time. beautiful movie dude the only reason its 2nd is bc it is , So emotional that im not always in the MOOD to watch it bc i have to prepare a little

1. the lion king 1 1/2 - god yes i fuckign loved and still love this one so much. the music is fire the comedy still makes me laugh so hard and the whole idea is so fucking genuinely clever. god bless whoever came up with this one i had it on dvd and im p sure i watched it for years till it was so scratched up it wouldnt play anymore, 11/10

[dear--charlie]

Dear Charlie,

Hi Charlie,

I don’t even know what to say. I guess nothing changes. Maybe my brain has become more aware but I still haven’t changed. I am still alone and have no self-esteem or power to change myself or my life. I’m the same girl who wrote to you when I was 14, 15, 16 ect. Except now im 22 and the pain of my wasted youth/life and seeing time slip away everyday has turned into a dull aching pain that has only been compartmentalized to the extent it has because ive been so numbed out on meds. After coming off them for the first time in 9 years (big fucking mistake) my mind is a mess. What is life when the whole thing has been one big thing to survive. Thats what life is, something to survive. As much as I am thankful to fantasies for getting me through, im now digested by it. I’ve never even kissed someone. I have no confidence and have always hated how I look. Im used to having no control but right now it feels scary. Thats why I left school. When im not on the meds, I feel like im going to day because I cant escape. Thats all I know how to do. Im going to go back on. I don’t give a shit about being exhausted all day or any other side effects I want to be numb forever. Thats the only way to survive.

I will be chasing love I will never get, I’m a fucking masochist of life. I obsess over people who cant give me what I want and I long for shit that’s not real. My life is a lie. Life is a lie. All I do is lie. Even after disconnecting myself from my brain over the last few years, what has really changed Absolutely nothing. I don’t think I would ever want to go experience the pain I felt in high school because that was terrifying and bloody and I trusted myself least of all. However, I think there was still some genuine dreams and things I thought could happen and be real. At least I had a fucking identity in being a teenage girl. Every moment was painful but it was real. I’ve always been burnt out but Ive become beyond used to it. Like im trying to prepare myself for this forever, which repulses me. I have nothing in me to change it though. The pain and abuse and past is too much, it wont let go of me and I cant let go of it. As much as I am so grateful for the meds I also don’t know if im really me on them. Then again, I have 0 fucking idea who I am and am not sure Ive ever known. What do you do when all you’ve known, your entire life, has been running and that deep physical pain running through your nerves when you fight tears, and being told you don’t matter and your thoughts don’t matter and what you want doesn’t matter. I want to know someone like me. Who hasn’t lived a real life. Who’s youth has been the ashes of my potential. What do you do when you’ve never tried things because you don’t think you can. What do you do when regret has ruined you and made you a bitter cannon of blood and bones. Im tired of telling myself that its good I haven’t experienced anything romantic ever because it has allowed me to avoid that kind of hurt. 8 year old fantasies, 17 year old fantasies and 22 year old fantasies are all the same. The things I wish could have happened aren’t dulled, they haven’t changed, and I don’t think they can, they cant. There is no saving and no savior. Its just survival, always have been always will be. Im tired of my friends and im tired that so many of them don’t even know what pain is and what surviving is. They don’t question things and experience normalcy daily. I know normalcy doesn’t exist but there’s levels to everything. Im mad at them. Im mad at everyone. I hate everyone for not loving me like I love them. All I do is wait for you to be here so I can see you but you don’t care because you have a life. I don’t. How am I supposed to when life is survival. Im so tired. Im so tired. Im so fucked. Im so fucked up.

I love you and I really fucking miss you. Wish we could go back.

Sincerely,

girl under the magnolia blossom tree. They fall down so quickly don’t they?

[nurulkassim]

Hate people/nurses who uses SISTER (Nursing manager) as a way to solve problem. I only join your ward today and you expect me to know all your practices. Sorry babe I'm not scared with the sentence "I will tell sister" gi mampos. For your info I'm used to this kind of line la. Nk tkotkn aku. Yes im a SN for 2 years only but I've already work in NUH for a total of 10 years. 10 freaking years and I met lot of ppl like you. Kaki bodek!!! I've been thinking of this issue only until now not because I'm scared but I'm just worry how many more ur kind will I have to face. Jijik! What a first impression you gave to me. Kau SSN tpi perangai mcm bdak kecik. Even bdak primary school also knows how to handle simple problems. Kau sikit sikit "I tell sister" gi mati la ngan kau nyer tell sister. Aku lagi suke kalau bbual ngan sister. Bole mintak transfer balik tk ya nk keje ngan org org mcm kau.

If you don't trust that nurses just go n tell sister directly you don't have to gertak argh... all my medication kau kite timing duration. Mmg kene check but also certain medication depend on pt. Especially when it comes to IV KCL it's a painful infusion and most of the pt whats the rate to run slower. So be it there is no problem and I did explain why is the replacement completed late at night.

1. The dr only order it at 345pm so I start it late.

2. There is 3 cycle supposed to run 1 hour each bag but due to the irritation pt request to run it slow for 2 hrs each bag. So I need a total of 6hrs to run all the 3 cycle

3. Pt also have other IV medication to be serve so in between of the 3 cycle I have to serve the IV paracetamol. Then continue back to the 2 hr KCL

So if I were to start at about 4pm I should complete all the 3 cycle by 9pm(6hrs). BUT in between I administer IV paracetamol for 15 min so I need a total of 6hrs and 27min ( remaining minutes for flushing lines). So before 10pm everything should be completed and I basically did not leave you any thing to followup. Only left to final flush and disconnect from the cannula.

I still don't get it why are you questioning so much about this replacement and the timing....

Come to the next pt....

Question me how I prepare my antibiotic. Cause this ampule is not suitable with the minibar so I have to dilute it.

My way ( I was taught )- normal iv infusion set

- dilute ampule with 20mls NS and further dilute it in 50mls NS total of 70 mls to be administer and I use the normal iv infusion set.

Her way -iv burette set

- dilute ampule with 20mls NS and push it into a burette set and connect to 500mls NS. Thn further dilute it with 50mls NS.

The only different as you can see is the set used. The dilution and preparation is all the same. Burette is much more expensive then the iv infusion set and burette need to connect to 500mls solution also expensive. If the antibiotic only last for 1 day and to oralized the next day thn it's a waste to used the burette set. Its okay to used the burette set if the duration of the antibiotic is long. So I don't know why is there a need to "I tell SISTER" ?????

I have 4 month before my ML. And I hope my sister able to push my ML and leave closed to 1 month or so. So i only spent in this hell ward for only 2 month plus.

No point to continue working in this ward if I unable to work hand in hand with the people there. Layanan terok and 1st thing that comes out from your mouth is "I tell sister" mcm nie ker kau treat budak budak deploy yg dtg ur ward to help. No wonder everyday banyak org MC. 🙄🙄🙄🙄

[suitofvibraniumarmor]

Boston Boys [Part Nine]

Summary:  John helps Aurelie track Chris down.  Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1660 Chapter Warnings: Gun violence, gunshot wound, angst.  Square Filled: The entire series (well, bits and pieces of it) will fill my Crossover square for @marvelfluffbingo​​. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

Boston Boys Masterlist

By lunchtime, Aurelie still hadn’t slept. Chris’s phone was going straight to voicemail now, and a casual drive by the shop told her he hadn’t shown up to work yet. Her other step-siblings were there; Scotty wouldn’t have minded her stopping in but Shanna and Carly certainly would have been less than welcoming. She was set to meet John at his bar for lunch, so she picked up a couple sandwiches from the corner deli and snuck in the back.

“Hey, you,” John greeted with a smile, leaning over the desk to kiss her.

Aurelie couldn’t manage more than a small smile in return. She gave him his sandwich before tearing into hers. She checked her phone often and no matter what conversation John tried to start, her answers were quick and short before they fell back into silence.

“Everything okay?” he finally asked.

Aurelie set down her sandwich and ran a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry, I know I’m distracted. Not a great lunch date.”

John shrugged. “It’s all right. Wanna tell me about it?”

She chewed on her lip, deciding how much she should include him in things like this. She was pretty sure she trusted him, but that didn’t mean the rift between the two families went away.

John reached across the desk to hook a finger under her chin and direct her eyes to his. “It’s just me, Aurelie. Let me help you. Whatever it is, let me help you.”

With a ceding nod, she licked her lips. “Seb came into the trauma room last night - he was shot twice. Random bar parking lot altercation, of all things. Anyway, I texted Chris as soon as Seb headed to surgery, he never texted back. I haven’t heard from him at all, and he hasn’t been up to see Seb.”

“Maybe he’s staying away to keep heat off the situation.”

Aurelie shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. PD is always suspicious of my family, but not enough that Chris would stay away from something like this. I’m sure the same for you. And … there’s more.” She leaned back in the chair. “He went to see RDJ yesterday, and that was the last time anyone heard from him.”

John leaned back in his chair, too, rubbing his hand over his chin. “Nothing?”

Aurelie shook her head. “And now his phone is going directly to voicemail. I’m not going to lie to you, Johnny -- it’s taking everything in me not to march into Downey’s office right now and demand to know where my brother is.”

“No, don’t do that,” John pleaded. “Listen -- I’ll put some of my guys on it, all right? I’m sure he’s fine. Robert needs him too much to take Chris out.”

Aurelie’s eyes watered at the thought, but she only nodded. While John made the necessary calls, she cleaned up her part of their lunch mess, leaving his sandwich out for him to finish. Her appetite was gone.

John sat back down to finish his sandwich after the calls were made, watching her as though she might explode at any moment. She shook her head.

“I know you think I’m crazy. I know how you feel about my brother. You have to understand -- Chris is the one thing, the one person I have to rely on. When my hearing really started to go, he was the only person in my family who learned to sign. I communicated through him, pretty much solely, after my cochlear surgery. I’m fine on my own, but I don’t know how to be in a world where my brother doesn’t exist anymore.”

“Chris is fine, he’s gonna be fine,” John assured, taking her hand in his. “Nevermind me and your brother -- that’s a whole other thing. Finding him is important to you, and I’m gonna help you do it. All right?”

Aurelie ran a hand through her hair and nodded. “Yeah, all right.”

A full twenty-four hours after he arrived, Chris finally forced himself to leave Elsa’s apartment. She had called off from work for the day, and he had been perfectly content to waste the day with her. They spent hours in bed, cooked together, watched movies together. Checking his phone didn’t occur to him even once when he was with Elsa, and he cursed himself when he realized the device had gone dead.

He stopped at the gas station to fill up his truck and grab a pack of cigarettes. He invested in a car charger so he could catch up on any messages he missed, but he wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of notifications when the phone had enough battery to power back up. Before he pulled away from the pump, he read through all of the text messages. There was no point in listening to his voicemail, he knew what was going to be there.

He peeled out of the gas station lot and headed straight for the hospital. He couldn’t believe that Seb had been near death and he hadn’t been there. Visiting hours were already done for the day -- or not started yet, depending on how you wanted to look at things -- but he could always finagle a way to get what he wanted. If nothing else, Chris decided, he would grovel to Aurelie and see if she could get him in to see Seb.

His sister was already waiting for him at the entrance between the parking garage and the hospital. Chris knew that look on her face; he was really in for it.

“How’d you know I was gonna be here?” he inquired, signing since he was coming from a distance.

“Fuck you, first of all,” Aurelie began, signing right back but moving her hands with fury. “Do you know how long we’ve been trying to get a hold of you? Do you know how fucking worried I was?”

“I’m fine, Aur--”

She pushed him back, hard. “Do not give me that ‘I’m fine’ shit. The last anyone heard from you, you were going to see RDJ, and then you fell off the face of the earth. And where were you? Hanging out with your little girlfriend. Are you fucking kidding me?”

Chris held out a hand in a feeble attempt to calm her down. “How do you know where I was?”

Aurelie shook her head and put her hands in her pockets. Signing was something she had always shared with Chris, and she didn’t want a part of it right now. “I can’t believe you. I really can’t. She must be something really special.” With a sigh, she motioned into the hospital. “Seb is in SICU. I’ve got you on the visitor list, and Scar is gone for the night. You should be fine to go up and see him. He’s awake. He’s been asking for you.”

Well, that pierced him to the bone. Not to mention the fact that Aurelie was fighting tears. She never cried, in front of anyone. He had really let her down this time -- something he had promised time and time again he would never do. He reached out to pull her into a hug, but she stepped away. Knowing it was best to leave well enough alone for the moment, Chris walked through the automatic doors and made way for Seb’s hospital room.

Chris had stayed late the night before, into the wee hours of the morning, which made Elsa exhausted. She considered calling off another day, but she didn’t want to waste a personal day. She was going to be running on coffee and fumes until the bank closed at five.

“I’m running late, what’s up?” she answered her ringing phone on her way out to her car.

“Hey, it’s me.”

Chris’s voice was tired and something else. Sad, maybe? “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s gonna be fine.” He blew out a deep breath. “Next time I’m there, remind me to keep my phone charged. I missed a bunch of calls and messages, and a big family emergency. My brother -- ah, fuck. My brother was shot. He’s gonna be all right, but that wasn’t so sure in the beginning. I let him down, I let Aurelie down. I seem to be doing that a lot lately.”

The tone in Chris’s voice told Elsa that this man who had taken her by complete surprise was losing that confidence that had seemed to ooze out of him when they had met. She dropped her things in the car, started the engine, and then stopped.

“You’re not letting her down. She loves you -- you’ve told me before how close you two are. How were you supposed to know something was gonna go wrong? Chris, you do everything for them and you took a day off. What’s really so bad about that? Take some deep breaths. Seb is going to be fine, the situation was handled. You can’t blame yourself for everything. You can’t take on all of the responsibility.”

He didn’t answer right away, but Elsa knew he was there -- she could hear him breathing. She said nothing, just gave him the time he needed to process what she had said.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry to call you now, I know you’re trying to get to work.”

“Hey, don’t apologize. You’re there for me, I’m there for you. Whatever this is, that’s how it works. Okay?”

“Okay.” He let out another breath. “Maybe sometime we can discuss what this is, where we see it going.”

He sounded optimistic now. “Yeah, I would really like that. You gonna be all right?”

“You kidding me,” Chris scoffed, “I’m the shit, babe.”

Elsa laughed. “All right, good deal. I’m gonna get to work, but I’ll check in with you later.”

“Thanks, Elsa.”

“Anytime.”

She disconnected the phone and put the car in reverse to get out of her parking spot. Despite the somewhat tense nature of their phone call, Elsa couldn’t get her smile to stop.

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[sleepingfancies]

please go off abt detective loki,,, im curious to hear what u have to say abt him!!! 💖

*SLAMS CHAIR DOWN*

SO. YOU WANT ME TO GO OFF ABOUT LOKI.

Praying for you that this read more link works bc otherwise this is gonna be a Cursed Post to all my poor followers. Shit gets long. I have A Lot to say akdjfshfk

Thanks to the investigative skills of the amazing and wonderful @deputyrook (ily), I recently learned that Detective Loki’s backstory included such things as: serving time in juvie, he was formerly religious, and he also possibly suffered from some kind of drug addiction he’s now clean from. It was briefly mentioned in the movie that he spent 6 years in a boys’ home (a rather rough one, by the way Loki talked about it). Boys’ homes are, by definition, “residential sectors where boys are provided food and care when they cannot be adequately cared for by their families, either due to a family crises or the child’s own behavioral issues.”

What this tells me is that:

A) Loki most likely had some heavy childhood trauma that drove him into being a “bad kid” (not that such a thing actually exists, imo, but that’s another essay for another day). It probably took well over a decade to get himself stabilized.

B ) Loki of present day has no family, no personal connections, no friends, absolutely nothing to call his own except the clothes on his back, his car, and... maybe a place to live? I assume he has one somewhere, but we never see him there - he’s constantly either prowling around town or at the station.

C) Loki’s occult tattoos, and his general distaste for anything religious, probably come from an internal place of feeling like some higher power abandoned him along the way. I have no doubt he carefully selected each one to have some personal meaning, but ultimately they all tie back to distancing himself from Christianity (double that if he was religious as a child, or came from a religious family). This also makes me wonder if his last name was something else, and that he changed it to “Loki” upon getting himself back on his feet.

D) Heading off of the boys’ home note; boys’ homes, like most other institutions in the US, legally can’t force residents to stay once they turn 18. Assuming his time there ended at 6 years because he aged out and went off on his own, well, for one that means he was admitted when he was 12 years old. Which is... wow. For two, that means his behavior was never necessarily resolved. Which, given how Jake plays Loki, I’m inclined to believe (I’ll touch on that later).

All of this leads me to some interesting observations during the movie.

For one, Loki is amazing at staying the “adult in the room” in the face of belligerence (e.g. Keller Dover losing his shit in Loki’s car). I know personally, it is almost physically impossible for me not to get my back up when someone else decides they want to take some aggressive tone with me - and I am about as far as one can get from a “troubled kid.” So I have to wonder how many years and how much abuse Loki endured to be able to choose not to respond to people antagonizing him? I have a hard time believing it was just police training that got him to this place of neutrality. And it seems to me like he’s making a genuine effort to stay calm, and to calm the people around him (”please just let me do my job”).

Which leads me into something Mrs. Dover said. “They say you’ve solved every case you’ve ever had, is that true?” And to be fair, I assume Loki’s silence there is supposed to imply that that isn’t true, but it implies so much beyond that. It implies he puts 100% effort into his cases, that he barely sleeps when he knows there’s a chance he can put dangerous people behind bars and save innocent lives. It also implies he feels deeply about the cases he hasn’t solved, or the ones where he got the perpetrator put away but the victims didn’t make it out alive. He carries that with him, constantly.

We see more of this when Keller recognizes his daughter’s bloody sock. His immediate response is to blame Loki. “This is your fault. You didn’t try hard enough. You did this to my daughter.” And Loki says nothing, he doesn’t make any different expression - but his eyes twitch. Jake Gyllenhaal remarked that this was a physical tic he improvised for Loki, one that served as Loki’s channel for intense emotions and/or becoming overstimulated with thoughts and information. Rather than actually emote, his eyes twitch. There is nothing newly informative or particularly overstimulating about the bloody sock scene, which leaves only intense emotion to be the cause of that twitch. And given Loki’s panic when he was searching Bob’s house and boxes for Anna and Joy, I doubt it’s anger. I’m willing to bet it’s that Loki already feels that way. He’s blaming himself. Keller just spoke Loki’s own feelings into existence.

I’ll circle back to that in a minute, because I think Loki making his cases so personal is very telling of his character.

Now, to go back and touch on why I think it’s most likely Loki aged out of the boys’ home rather than graduated - Loki has adapted with his behavior, he hasn’t resolved it at all. It does not seem to me at all like Loki has therapeutic strategies, especially considering I’m 99% sure any therapist or behavior counselor would not encourage bottling up your emotions and disconnecting yourself from human contact. Loki made these steps on his own. He learned to redirect his anger to people who deserved it by becoming part of law enforcement. He decided that he was safer closed off and unavailable to intense emotions. He might’ve even decided other people were safer stuck on the other side of his walls.

There are a whole of two times Loki clearly loses his temper - when Bob keeps drawing mazes rather than giving him a straight answer, and when Bob kills himself and Loki realizes he just lost his best lead. While these are both reasonable things to get worked up about, he reacts so intensely and so personally to them that (circling back to my earlier point) it tells me, deep down, there is an incredibly soft and vulnerable heart in there that’s been locked up for decades.

Loki didn’t want Bob to kill himself. He didn’t mean for things to escalate that far. You can hear it in his voice, he’s genuinely shaken and upset by what just happened. In the following scene when he basically destroys his desk, that is directed at no one and nothing but himself. He’s so angry at himself - for not understanding Bob’s maze, for getting Bob killed, for having to tell the Dovers their one suspect is gone, for feeling helpless when it comes to finding the girls. Loki doesn’t deal well with other people’s failure, but he doesn’t even accept his own.

And I mean - do I even need to mention when he finds Anna? The man is bleeding profusely from a bullet wound in his head, he’s half unconscious, he’s a long way from the hospital, but he doesn’t even think about any of that. He makes it his one singular goal to get her to the emergency room even if he dies trying. And the way he talked to her? “Stay with me Anna, don’t die, just hold on.” I know on the surface it’s obviously just a tactic to keep her (and himself, let’s be honest) awake. But it was so deeply feeling, so honest, so raw, so panicked?

I don’t know, man. I’ve said things to other people before that I wished someone had said to me, and that’s what those lines sounded like to me. Which, if he had been a drug addict at one point, and if he overdosed but no one was there for him? The puzzle pieces fit.

And then to have people visit him in the hospital? To have someone call him a hero? He has no idea how to react to that, because I’m guessing neither of those things have ever happened to him before. And he isn’t really sure what to say to someone being so overwhelmingly grateful for and to him. So he doesn’t really say anything. His eyes just twitch. We can fill in the blanks.

The man has a soft heart, a vulnerability that he refuses to let anyone see, but it’s there. He’s just as scared and angry and confused as Keller 90% of the time. He just hides it better.

Which, ultimately all of this leads me to the conclusion that - for as far as Loki’s distanced himself from religion, as clean as he is now, as stable as he is, as well as he’s channeled his anger, as guarded as he keeps himself - this entire job, to him, is a chance at redemption.

Loki doesn’t think he’s deserving of love. He doesn’t believe he’s capable of having the kind of stability the Dovers are so familiar with. He doesn’t think he can just slide into a friend group after all these years. He doesn’t regard his own life highly. But the ability to save other people’s lives and keep dangerous people locked away - that’s his apology to the world. Of course he cares about these cases because he’s a good man, but it’s more than that. It’s that he believes this is the only way he cant repent for not always being a good man.

Which leads me to his first name. I’ve rambled about the symbolism of his name to @deputyrook before, but David. David. Given all of the Biblical symbolism in this movie, personally my mind immediately leaps to David and Goliath.

David - detective Loki and his desire to be a good man - is in a constant war against Goliath - Loki’s own trauma and troubled past. And there really isn’t a way to have one without the other, which makes Loki’s character so tragic. He isn’t ever going to heal, not completely, not when his entire career is him trying to apologize over and over again. He solves almost all the cases he’s given because he won’t, can’t, accept more failure.

Loki’s last line in the movie is “pray for the best, prepare for the worst.” For being a character so deeply centered in anti-religion, that’s an odd line to make his last. Combine that with how strange it is that he wouldn’t also change his first name, if he changed his last name to distance himself from religion. His name, and that last line, might just be symbolic of the few shreds of hope he has for himself. Hope that maybe he can have what the Dovers have, the hope that maybe one day when he’s gone he’ll be remembered by somebody and for something good.

Because that’s really all he wants, all he can hope, for himself. Since he doesn’t think he’ll ever have human connection, or love, or a family - as much as he would like to have those - he’ll settle for being just a little more than somebody’s bad memory, or being a little more than some name on a headstone.

[thorman-barnes]

Part One

pairing: bucky barnes x Reader

request: people asked for part 2 so i finally got around to writing it

prompts: none

summary: Bucky’s mood towards you takes a shift

warnings: none that i can think of

Masterlist || Summer Masterlist || Summer Prompt List

You skipped into Natasha’s room with a smile on your face. You felt like you were on top of the world. Almost like you were on cloud nine. You were sure nothing could get you into a bad mood.

Natasha laid in her bed, flipping through a magazine. She watched as you passed her vanity, fingers brushing over her makeup brushes, her perfumes, and nail polish, as you crossed to the other side of the room and laid beside her, softly humming to yourself.

For a moment, she thought you were drunk. You always got lost in your own little world and forgot that people were in the room when you were drunk. Not to mention you were always extremely happy as you were now.

She ignored you and continued to flip through her magazine wondering if she should buy that coat she saw two pages back. That coat would really make her outfit she was planning on wearing for her birthday two months from now.

“Aren’t you going to ask why I’m so happy?” You turned your head to look at her and smiled. You grabbed one of her velvet pillows and hugged it your chest. You were still smiling as you laid on your side to face her.

She let out a fake annoyed sigh and you shoved her for it. She dropped the magazine onto her nightstand and turned on her side to face you as well. “Why are you so happy, Miss Y/N?”

You giggled and talked in a hushed tone as if it were a secret. “Well, Miss Natasha, it’s about Bucky-” before you could continue, Natasha groaned. She couldn’t wait until the day that you and Bucky finally get together. All she heard was Bucky this and Bucky that and from Steve who told her Y/N this and Y/N that from Bucky. The two have been trying to convince the both of you to just admit your feelings. “No listen, in the mission that we went to with Sam, we had like two extra days to kill since we finished it early and the jet wouldn’t pick us up until two days later so the three of us were just hanging out and somehow we’re friends again? I don’t know, but he wasn’t being a complete jerk like he has been the last couple of weeks. But anyway, we’re going to hang out tonight!”

Natasha nodded and mirrored your smile. She was glad you were no longer trailing after her like a lost puppy. Natasha loved you, you were like her little sister, but she was relieved to have this Friday night to herself. “So, what’s on the agenda for tonight?”

You shrugged and got comfortable in her bed. You threw the blanket over your body and sighed. “Maybe a movie? He mentioned wanting to go see this new movie that just came out. Maybe we’ll bother Sam a little too.”

Natasha stifled a laugh. Messing with Sam was like yours and Bucky’s favorite past time. Well, it was mostly Bucky doing more of the bothering and you would giggle and only seemed to encourage him more (much to Sam's dismay). “So like a date?”

You shook your head and rolled your eyes. You were trying to dismiss her words but Natasha didn’t miss how you blush and smiled softly. “No, not a date. Just hanging out. Like we always do.”

Natasha nodded with her eyebrows raised and a teasing smile. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Miss Y/N,” she replied and turned around, her back to you. She pulled the blanket off your body in the process and wrapped it around herself, “Now get the hell out of my room, I’m taking a nap.”

You laughed and shoved her shoulder a little, “Alrighty, Miss Natasha, see ya later.” You got off the bed and took her velvet pillow with you, she already too many pillows anyway and you walked out of the room leaving her to nap.

****

Natasha sang along to the song playing on the speaker. She had the whole floor that she shared with you and Wanda to herself. So she took this rare moment to her advantage. The music was on full volume as she danced around the kitchen on your floor.

She had her whole evening planned out. She was going to watch some movies, maybe make a face mask, definitely take a nice bubble bath, and steal that new nail polish Wanda bought last week.

She was going to full advantage of this night. She had a mission next Tuesday, a dinner party tomorrow for someone’s birthday in SHIELD, and for Sunday, Wanda asked her to go shopping with her.

As the popcorn popped in the microwave, she could have sworn she heard a door open and close but over all the noise she was making, she thought she was just hearing things. Wanda was going out with Vision and you were with Bucky - she didn’t expect neither of you to return until way past midnight, like you both usually do.

So she kept on dancing along to the songs playing on her speaker. She bobbed her head along and grabbed a cutting board, a knife, and some fruit. She did not plan on leaving her room until the next morning so she was all kinds of drinks and snacks into her bedroom, never once considering the stomach ache she would suffer through tomorrow morning.

As she prepared her snacks and drinks, she set them on a tray one by one. She disconnected her phone from the Bluetooth speaker and made her way to her bedroom. She has been planning a day like this for a while now. Originally you and Wanda were a part of this plan but since the two of you were going out, she decided to have a night to herself.

But as she entered her bedroom, her evening plans flew out the window. Her heart dropped when she saw you laying her bed, tears threatening to fall, and your head laying on the velvet pillow. You gave her a sad smile and your eyes fell onto the tray in her hands. “Mind if I join?” You said just above a whisper.

“Please,” Natasha replied and set the tray on the nightstand and sat beside you against the headboard. You didn’t hesitate in abandoning the pillow and laying your head on her lap. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Boys are dumb,” you mumbled and tried not to cry. You felt her fingers begin to run through your hair, the sensation relaxing you in a way. She shifted underneath you and when you looked up, she handed you a Red Vine which you took with a soft smile. “I’m swearing off men.”

“Date gone wro-”

“It wasn’t a date!” You cut her off and took a bite of the Red Vine and choked back a sob. “Bucky Barnes is canceled.”

Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose with her free hand before taking a deep breath and asking what’s wrong. She swore to herself she was going to kick that man’s ass after tonight for making you cry and then yours for pining after the wrong man. “We made plans, Nat! He picked the movie we were going to watch so then I chose where we were going to eat after and he promised me we’d go buy ice cream at the park after.”

Natasha nodded along, “So far so good. . . Go on.” She continued to run her fingers through your hair as you chewed on the piece of candy and stared at the wall.

“Well, I was getting ready and everything and then I was going to the lobby with Wanda and Vision and after they left, I waited like maybe ten minutes before Sam came in through the front door. And he told me Bucky went on a date,” you choked at the last part. “How did he get a date so fast? He had sent you a text just two hours before you were supposed to meet up.”

Natasha sighed and pushed your hair out of your face. She really was going to kick his ass now. “Boys suck,” Natasha tried to reason but the truth is, she didn’t know what to tell you to help make you feel better. She hasn’t been heartbroken before, or at least, not in the way you were right now.

You laughed softly and wiped at your tears, “Easy for you to say.” You lifted your head from her lap and looked at her nightstand. You arched a brow and looked at Natasha, “Is that Wanda’s nail polish?”

Natasha looked at the lavender colored nail polish and shrugged, knowing that Wanda was going to be annoyed by Natasha taking her stuff without asking. “So, what are you going to do about Barnes?”

You shrugged sadly and leaned against the headboard beside her. “Two could play his game,” you replied and pulled the velvet pillow back onto your lap. How you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine was beyond you. 

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[mooksie01]

With Teammates Like These, Who Needs Friends (4/5)

Chapter Summary: It turns out that the only thing worse than a tense first date in an airship... is an awkward first date in a haunted dust mine.

Or: In which Clover feels like a moron, Elm causes problems, and nobody knows how to deal with a crush.

Warnings: More swearing, canon-typical combat, SPOILERS for V7C3, light angst

AO3 Link: [X]

Link to First Chapter: [X]

Notes: THIS IS A REPOST. Tumblr basically blanked my first attempt at posting this a few hours ago. Hopefully this one will actually show up. 

Long chapter today to make up for the short one yesterday! I hope you all enjoy!

Please like, reblog, and comment if you like this chapter, and thank you so much to all of you who have been! Your support means the world!

(Just to preface, I haven't edited this chapter as thoroughly as I usually do, as I'm currently in the process of packing to go back to college tomorrow. I might come back later and give it another run-over when I have time, but for now, I'm sorry if there are any major mistakes or awkward spots in the chapter!)

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Walking through the abandoned dust mines with Qrow, Clover can’t help but be… a little distracted.

Up until now, Clover had only ever seen the other man move in a manner so instinctively disconnected and introverted that he’d just assumed that that was how Qrow always was. Now, though, he sees that he was wrong before; beside him, Qrow marches forward, back straight, shoulders carefully held lax in preparation for any possible conflict, head high, and eyes shining with a startling clarity and determination that takes Clover’s breath away.

In short, he’s a vision and it’s a herculean task not to stare.

Still, Clover is a soldier first and foremost, and he doesn’t allow himself to be sucked in so much that he might lose focus on the mission.

After a few long moments punctuated by nothing but his team’s routine check-ins, Qrow speaks up, “Gotta say, ’m still not really used to working with other huntsmen in the field.”

Clover glances at him out of the corner of his eye, mentally jumping hurdles in an attempt to figure out what the best route to steer this conversation in would be. He decides to tread lightly--nothing too personal. “But you were on a team before, weren’t you?” he asks, as though he doesn’t already know. That should be safe.

Qrow sighs softly and his gaze darts to the ground.

Fuck.

Just kill him already.

“Long time ago…” Qrow’s voice comes out sounding gruffer than usual, “I’ve just found working alone tends to be for the best.”

Clover’s heart constricts in his chest. What is he supposed to do?! He’s already upset Qrow (twice, now!), how is he supposed to avoid doing it again?! He doesn’t want him to shut himself off from the Ace Ops just because Clover can’t stop sticking his foot in his mouth! Should he comfort him? He seems like he needs comfort. Fuck, he has to respond. What can he say?!

“Well, I think that’s a shame,” he blurts out, and immediately wants to punch himself.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, he is saved from having to ruminate over his social missteps when Qrow suddenly pitches forward, his foot catching on the uneven terrain of the cave floor underneath them.

Clover dives after him, seizing him by one arm and grunting with the unexpected strain of having to pull his partner back to his feet, then moves one hand to clasp his shoulder and make sure he’s steady. He is unsure if he has his skill or his semblance to thank for the feat, but he is grateful nonetheless to whichever it is.

He determinedly does not think about how this is the second time today that he has gotten the opportunity to hold Qrow close. Because that would be weird.

Once Qrow is standing again, they stare at each other for what feels like a long time, but is probably only a split-second. Clover feels like tiny nevermores are making a mess of his insides the longer he looks into Qrow’s eyes.

Then, those incredibly nice-looking eyes narrow into a slight glare and Qrow takes a firm step back. Rather than think about what he’s messed up this time, Clover decides that now would be a perfect time to report in to his team.

“Alpha, here. Give me an update.”

Qrow falls into step behind him as they proceed forward. Once again, the minutes pass mostly in silence but for the intermittent interruptions of their comms. Unlike Squads Bravo and Charlie, they see no sign of any sentinels or the target itself, but Clover has a feeling that they will soon enough.

His comm buzzes in his ear and makes a soft beeping noise, a signal that someone is contacting him through the Ace Ops’ private channel. Clover is about to answer aloud, but stops when a quiet series of taps and drags echoes down the line. It takes him a second to realize he’s being spoken to through morse code. His heart starts racing. They almost never use morse code in the field. Has something gone wrong?

He listens closely.

“ ....  ---  .--  …  /  -.--  ---  ..-  .-.  /  -...  ..  .-.  -..  “

HOWS YOUR BIRD

He takes a deep breath in and steadily lets it out through his nose. Now is not the time to figure out if it’s possible to throttle someone through a comm line. Instead, he tries to discreetly raise a hand to his ear and respond:

“  ..  --  /  --.  ---  ..  -.  --.  /  -  ---  /  ..-.  ..  .-.  .  /  -.--  ---  ..-  “

IM GOING TO FIRE YOU

“Who are we firing?”

Clover startles, whipping his head around to look at Qrow. The other man stares impassively at him, a single eyebrow raised. Clover swallows hard because oh no, he’s hot. “Nobody. Well, Elm, probably.”

“What did she do?” Qrow asks, quickening his pace half a step until he is walking shoulder-to-shoulder with Clover again.

“Fooling around on comms during a mission. Don’t worry about it.” Clover stops walking, turning to face Qrow, who takes the hint and also comes to a halt. “How do you know morse code?”

Qrow shrugs, folding his arms over his chest. “Just a useful skill for a huntsman to have, isn’t it?”

Clover scrutinizes Qrow for a long moment, detecting that there’s something more to that. Unfortunately, though, he’s not Robyn, and he doesn’t know Qrow well enough yet to pick up on any tells he may have, so he just nods and they continue walking.

“Must’ve been something real interesting,” Qrow says after a few more minutes spent in silence, “to get you to blush like that.”

Clover’s steps falter. His face grows hot as he stares after Qrow’s retreating back.

Fuck.

He isn’t allowed to stew in his embarrassment for long, as their target suddenly phases through the cavern wall and appears right in front of them. Before Clover can even react, Qrow has already drawn his weapon and started shooting one-handed at the geist.

While Qrow keeps the creature busy, Clover shakes himself out of his stupor and speaks into his comm, “This is Alpha! We’ve engaged the target!” He pulls Kingfisher from his belt. “All squads head towards our position!” He extends the pole, and casts out the line, hoping to catch the geist by its ribs and haul it in before it can reach any materials to build a body out of. Unfortunately, his shot misses, the hook clattering to the ground just as the target darts into a giant chunk of ice sitting on the cavern floor.

Pieces of rock and ice begin to float into the air around them, pulled unrelentingly into the geist’s orbit. Clover curses under his breath and rushes forward, hoping to snag the geist and pull it out of its half-formed body before it can finish construction….

...Only to hear Qrow’s panic-filled voice echo from behind him, “Wait, stop!”

Clover looks up just in time to see a large metal beam tumble from the ceiling above. He raises his arms and takes a stumbling step back as it crashes into the ground just a few feet in front of him.

When the dust settles, he peers down into the hole it had made, taking the target with it.

Dammit.

He knows for certain that that beam would’ve done some serious damage if not for Qrow’s warning. He probably wouldn’t have died, but he certainly would’ve been out of commission for more than a little while.

Still, the target got away, and as Qrow runs to stand beside him, he reports in to the rest of the teams, “Target escaped. Last seen headed east.”

He shoots a sideways glance at Qrow, who is staring contemplatively down into the chasm, a strange light in his eyes that Clover can’t quite comprehend.

He looks back into the seemingly-bottomless darkness. Kicks a medium-sized stone into the newly-made pit in an attempt to get a rough estimate of how deep it goes. “Thanks for the call-out,” he says, suddenly remembering that he should probably express his gratitude toward Qrow for saving him an awful lot of injured leave. He props a hand on his hip and shifts his weight as the rock lands below. “That could’ve been bad.”

Qrow sighs heavily next to him, “I wouldn’t thank me….”

Clover is taken aback at the sheer amount of self-loathing and shame loaded into those four little words. He looks at Qrow. The other man is firmly avoiding his gaze, and the strange quality that Clover had noticed in his eyes earlier now registers in the back of his mind as guilt.

This… was not the Qrow Branwen that Clover had thought he’d be dealing with. Just a few hours ago, he couldn’t fathom a world in which such a famous huntsman would be anything less than confident and secure in himself, but it is becoming increasingly clear that that assumption couldn’t have been more wrong, as the intense self-contempt Clover hears seems to settle within a well-worn place in Qrow’s face and voice.

Qrow angles his upper body away a bit more so Clover can no longer see his expression. “My semblance brings Misfortune. Sometimes… I can’t keep it under control.” His voice gets weaker at the end of the sentence. His fists clench weakly at his sides.

Clover’s chest seizes with some unnamed emotion.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course Qrow had been upset this morning--his semblance was literally bad luck and here Clover had been, walking around with a bunch of good luck charms and making luck-based puns.

Reviewing the events of the past hours, more and more pieces fall into place. Qrow’s sudden shift in mood from playful to downtrodden after they’d run into each other, how he’d repeatedly downplayed his hurt feelings as “dramatics,” the way he’d said on the airship that he “couldn’t blame” Clover for--for what?

He remembers the way Qrow had gestured to his ensemble earlier. His world tilts on its axis.

Oh, Brothers, Qrow thought that Clover already knew his semblance and had been wearing all of his charms as some sort of twisted precautionary measure. To ward off him. A human person with thoughts and feelings.

Stupid, stupid, so stupid.

He shakes his brain’s attempts at self-punishment away. What’s more important at the moment is that he now knows what’s wrong, and that he can fix it, and Clover decides in this moment, a million thoughts running through his head, that he no longer cares about the other Ace Ops’ teasing. If hanging around Qrow from here on out is what it will take to boost this gorgeous man’s self-confidence, then that’s what Clover will do.

“That so?” Clover asks, as though he hasn’t been rethinking every single one of their interactions up to this point. When Qrow turns to look at him, eyes wide with shock, having obviously expected a far worse reaction, Clover flashes him the most reassuring smile in his repertoire (and that’s saying something, since he has a lot of reassuring smiles saved up at this point). “Well, hey,” he says, purposefully making a show of glancing casually at his scroll’s screen and extending Kingfisher, “don’t beat yourself up about it.”

(He hopes desperately that this remark comes off as encouraging, rather than callous.)

He pulls down what’s left of the metal beam that had almost crushed him, resulting in a small-scale landslide that just-so-happens to give them a way down with which to follow the target.

He turns to face Qrow, making direct eye contact with the other man, who seems to have frozen in place.

And hey.

“My semblance is good fortune….”

If he can get in a little flirting while he’s hanging around the aforementioned gorgeous man?

“...lucky you, huh?” He gives the other a wink as he speaks. Qrow’s eyes widen. Clover raises his eyebrows and turns away, watching Qrow until the last possible moment.

Well, that’s neither here nor there.

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More Notes: And there we go! Only one chapter left in this part of the series! I'm glad everyone seems to be liking it so far, and I'm so, so thankful to those of you who have been so kind and supportive in the comments. You're all amazing! Lots of love, fair game rights <3

[kim-inlaw]

a small rant on class presentations

So my class was supposed to end at 9 am. 

Its now 9:02 and I still haven’t presented. (Also haven’t had coffee yet.)

Each presentation was supposed to be 10 minutes long. 

why is it so hard to talk for about 10mins? Like i get it, it’s a lot of information and you want to speak your piece.

But liike other people have to go too. If you see yourself running longer, then speed it up. Like, maybe you should have did a test run before hand so you don’t take 20mins. Know whats important and whats just extra information that people can ask you about later. 

9:05, the person before me is still going explaining opinions and feelings on the topic. 

Now, I feel like i have less than 10mins to wrap up everything I have to say which mean its very likely Im going to talk pretty fast. UGH. 

UPDATE: At 9:12 am....I am in rage!

 I disconnected midway of my presentation and couldn’t rejoin because the link was expired BECAUSE IT WAS SCHEDULED TO END AT 9 AM

I emailed my professor, no response yet (its 10:16 am). 

I am very berry not happy. I am in shock i think. Like, ugh.

 1) blackboard sucks!!! 2) i wish i went first and 3) sometimes life doesn’t go the way you want it to (but God is good) so im trying to stay positive. 

I was so ready to present and prepared! so I am disappointed as well. I finally was about to take a step to be more confident in presenting. I hyped myself up for this

ahhhhHHHHH 

In sum, if you find yourself having to do presentations. Keep it as short as possible!!! If the professor wants you to go on, then you can go back and explain more!!!

UPDATE PT2 10:31am

My professor actually sent me an email to my different email at 9:16... so I am the idiot. 

Also he’s being totally nice and understanding as he usually is. Bless. He’s a great guy.  

I’ll be continuing my presentation next Tuesday. Pray for me

[legion1993]

Thunderstorm Wedding

AN: this is for @until-theend-oftheline for Kari’s Summer challenge. Girl, hope you enjoy this cause this is all on the fly work! enjoy the rolleroaster ride! there is another AN in the story to explain how i came up with a certain part of the story. hope you like it!

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Prompt: Thunderstorm

Summery: there isnt one!

this was it, your wedding day was TOMORROW. everything prepared and ready, bows and decorations laid out for everyone to see, people from all over arriving too witness your wedding. 

oh yeah, your marrying the guy who made you fall in love with the MCU even more than you already were. you were marrying Chris Evans. 

of course this wedding was gonna be avenger themed. obviously considering who your marrying. there was gonna be an entire skit and everything. you were completely hopeful that you would have the perfect-ish wedding. 

you were at the hall with Chris going through the dress rehersal, and making sure all the decorations were in place along with props and that everyone knew what to say, when to say it, and what to do and when.

then you and Chris were dropped off at the same hotel but each of you taken to seperate rooms. Scarlet stayed with you playing cards, she knew you a little too well, this was what you had always dreamed off, to get married, to start a journey of love and passion with someone kind, sweet and amazing.

Scarlet: “what is it YN, you have that look in your eye?”

YN: “i dont know Scar, its just some nerves i guess. but weird thing is i don’t actually feel nervous.”

Scarlet: “well did you get some mojo recently?”

YN: “i did open a fortune cookie a couple days ago, it said ‘when the hammer is lifted, thunder rolls, words of affirmation finished, while the truth realized.’ i guess thats what is freaking my body out right now. and i believe i win.”

Scarlet and you both looked down at your hands. playing blackjack is fun, especially when you happen to always have an especially lucky hand. Scarlet laughed as she chugged the rest of her wine. 

Scarlet: “we should get some sleep… it will be a long busy day tomorrow.”

you and Scarlet had always shared a bed, even when she and you were roommates, it didnt matter, and no it was never anything freaky like that. it was just that she was your Best Friend and there wasnt anything neither of you wouldnt do for the other. 

so removing your house coat, you crawled into bed getting comfy while Scarlet finished turning off the lights, she crawled in beside you. cuddling together you both drifted into unconsciousness.

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Chris however had been taken to his room by Robert. now normally this would have been something to behold for the theatrics. but it was a different situation. 

Rob: “YN seemed really stoked about the wedding.”

Chris: “i know, the only other time ive seen her like that was when i proposed. its like a massive reality spikes her adrenaline. but oh well. i guess if this goes well, the wedding of the year award will go to me & YN.”

Rob: “i suppose it will, but did you ever think about what kind of mark your wedding will leave on the community…”

Chris got up and started pacing…

Chris: “dont start an argument with me Rob, please man im getting married to an amazing girl, with you as the best man. come on bro, please just dont question this decision.

Chris and Rob after about 5 minutes each took 2 shots and went to bed knowing that it was gonna be a long and busy day.

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Scarlet woke up shortly before you, like always she tried to give you as much sleep as possible. she checked the weather and happened to see the 79% chance of a thunderstorm starting right around the middle of the ceremony. 

Scarlet woke you up, gently and calmly. you opened your eyes fluttering them a bit before they stayed open, you sat up as Scarlet handed you your cold caffeinated cola. 

there was nothing that you imagined would ever ruin this day. it was YOUR WEDDING DAY! of course nothing could ruin the day. Scarlet started pulling out the straightener and the wedding lingerie, setting up everything and calling room service to bring you ladies some breakfast.

Scarlet: “breakfast is being made, and will be delivered soon. lets have you sit up and ill brush your hair out and place in the extensions before you go shower.”

you sat up in the middle of the bed and pulled out your laptop firing it up and making sure you have all the correct papers and such. 

YN: “Scar, what kind of day do you think this is gonna be?”

Scarlet was unsure of how to answer that question…

Scarlet: “i think this day will turn into the perfect of awesome weddings.”

you kept going through and making sure all the documents you needed to have filled out, were filled out and making sure there were backups of all the documents in case one of the things needed replacing.

Scarlet: “will you give the documents a rest? nothing is gonna go wrong. trust me. now you continue to hold still and throw on some music while i finish these extensions.”

Scarlet waited for the music to start before she started the extensions. once the music started she started to attach the extensions. there was nothing which made you happier than listening to the soundtrack of yours Chris’ love. 

this was the start of a very very long half an hour.

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Chris woke up with Robert a few hours after you and Scarlet. this was the start of a lot of paranoia.

Robert: “how do you feel about today Chris?”

Chris: “i feel good, but if all goes well this storm will hold off till after the ceremony.”

Robert and Chris just sat in the room also ordering room service as they sat there toasting and cheering and praising each of their individual acomplishments.

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Scarlet was finally done your hair, you went to the bathroom with your robe, lingerie and a towel. you started the shower and undressed yourself, you made your way into the tub and let the hot water maul over you for several minutes before washing your hair. 

you washed your hair, you werent used to how long it was. but that would soon be obsolete, for your mind now came to the thought of being MRS. EVENS LATER. you were now at peace in your mind. 

you finished in the shower about 15 minutes later. you got out and heard the sound of Scarlet singing out side, but you also heard your phone ringing. Scarlet of course answered it. 

Scarlet: “YN’s phone…”

Chris: “hey Scar, what would you say to me wanting to speak with my girl!”

Scarlet: “you can just give me a moment.”

Scarlet said as she saw you exiting the washroom. she handed you the phone after you sat on the bed so Scarlet could make your hair wedding worthy. the convo between you and Chris went a little like this:

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YN: “hey Chris!”

Chris: “babe, im so lucky to get to marry you.”

YN: “im lucky too, at first i wasnt sure a guy like you would ever fall in love with a girl like me but now i know this is destiny.”

Chris: “i know but this is real, and your gonna be beautiful… hows the getting ready going?”

Scarlet: “im just doing her hair now Chris… don’t worry she will be recognizable when im through with her.”

YN: “just braid my hair Scar…”

Scarlet started putting in the french braid, she also intently listened in on yours and chris’ conversation. the braid was gonna be long but thats what you wanted. 

Chris: “i missed sleeping next to you last night!”

YN: “the bed felt not the same without you… but after today we wont ever have to sleep apart again. ill see you in 2 hours babe.”

Chris: “i love you…”

YN: “i love you too..”

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with that the call disconnected and Scarlet had just finished the braid with its own twist and accessories. a little bit of hair bling. this was it, this now was the time. it was time for the rest of your outfit. this included now fully putting on your lingerie, and your shoes while Scarlet went to pull out your Dress. 

ah yes the dress that you had picked to specifically go with the superhero theme. the one dress to rule all dresses. 

you slipped into it and smiled as the fabric slid over your skin. 

you twirled several times loving how the dress felt and looked. now you and Scarlet had to walk to the ceremony location to make it there before the guys did. 

walking down the roads the photographer followed you ladies, photographing alot of really great shots. simple ones but still capturing your beauty and elegance. 

this was how you knew today would be perfect. Scarlets dress showed her black widow side very well. which was what u both wanted, especially for the skit. the avengers may not have been real but their counters are very much like their avenger counter parts.

this was the moment when the final approach to the venue was in effect. your day was now looking up. your only goal was not tripping over anything, that was the last thing you needed. 

photographer: “how bout it ladies we get some shots in the park? like on the path and mock shots?”

you and Scarlet knew exactly what kind of shots the photographer meant. 

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Shot 1: the best friend proposal!

Shot 2: the maid of honor carries the bride!

Shot 3: the double cheek kiss. 

Shot 4: the forehead mash in sunlight!

Shot 5: maid of honor releasing her best friend into the light!

Shot 6: the ‘im never letting go of my girl’!

Shot 7: out of every walk we’ve taken this one will be the most important!

Shot 8: get into position its time!

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this was it, the moment that was forever to change your life, you were lining up at the end of the path behind the trees. your only worry was there were clouds in the sky, seeming like they were gonna roll on top of ya’ll and pour it all down!

Scarlet: “i see the look in your eyes don’t worry girl! your wedding will go off without a hitch. now Robert is coming back here to walk you down that isle unless you want someone else to do it.”

Robert had come round the corner just as Scarlet had finished speaking...

Robert: “you know that im the best man technically im supposed to be up there with Chris! Scarlet why dont you walk YN down that isle!”

Scarlet could only stare at you as you took a peak behind the tree at the crowd of people, the press, and the one person who made this day yours. Chris, standing at the alter, where you of course would be walking to in the next 5 minutes but first you have to make the choice of your life.

Scarlet: “what do you say girl? ready to take the most important walk of our lives... together?”

You turned to face her and Robert as you exhaled the breath you took in.

YN: “get out there Rob before you mess up the plan and be ready to switch positions when we fully get up there!”

Scarlet: “and make sure the director is ready to marry his favorite avenger and his lady!”

Robert made a salute and walked back up the isle. you got into position and waited for Scarlet to join you behind the camoflauge. you both waited for the words of the Director to begin.

Samuel: “ladies and gentlemen, fellow agents, and of course the avengers! welcome to the wedding of the century! welcome to the wedding of Chris Evens & YN! also known to the public eye as Captain America & his Lady! please rise to honor the bride as she walks her way down the isle!”

the crowd rose you locked hands with Scarlet, the camoflauge opened up, you and Scarlet made it per-tenant to step into the light! the photographer who was behind you guys captured the first look of Chris and the Crowd at you and Scarlet!

Chris’ face was totally priceless! it was like he was looking at you for the first time all over again! Samuel just smiled knowing that you and Chris were truly gonna be the wedding of the century never mind that forever....

Samuel: “i say a round of applause is in order for the beautiful Bride!”

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you walked beside Scarlet knowing that all eyes were on you, but you didnt care cause your eyes were on Chris. you were smiling all while Scarlet did everything in her power to keep you from falling flat on your face.

you and Scarlet got to your point of stopping, now it was time for the skit to begin.

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Samuel: “whats wrong. are you gonna finish your journey forward?”

YN: “after i say one small thing... i discovered this a while ago but thought nothing of it. i have Stark blood flowing through my veins.”

the entirety of the avengers line-up were playing out their respected roles. 

Robert: “Steve did you know anything about this?”

Chris: “i had no idea... YN how much stark blood are we talking?”

(*Authors Note: i am writing this part as if the actors are using their roles for the speaking during the ceremony but the actors names will be the ones leading their lines... just so no one gets confused... any questions at all feel free to ask*)

YN: “im Tony’s long lost cousin on his dads side...”

the crowd went berserk sort of they started mumbling but silenced when you guys started talking again...

Hemsworth: “dont worry young one, for i Thor God of Thunder still support this union...”

Samuel: “i Nick Fury Director of SHIELD still support this union.”

Scarlet: “i Natasha Romanov still support this union.”

Mark: “i am Bruce Banner and i still whole heartedly support this union.”

Jeremy: “i Clint Barton still wholly support this union.”

the avengers gave 3 cheers and then it came down to your fiance and Robert. both of whom now approached you.

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Robert: “after all this time, how long have you known?”

YN: “about 2 weeks, i was too scared to say anything about it. i didnt know how you would react. so i used my own skill of keeping things from people to avoid any angry situations before the wedding. im so sorry guys, ive lied to all of you... especially you Steve im so sorry, i wanted to tell you guys so badly but i knew if i did there was a chance that you guys wouldnt accept me after that.”

Robert: “i Tony Stark, humbly still support this union Cuz!”

Chris comes up to you and smiles!

Chris: “what do you say YN ready to finish the walk of our lives and make it to that alter?”

Chris of course held his hand to you and smiled when you took it, both of you now making it to the alter, Samuel now cleared his throat to continue his duties as the minister.

Samuel: “Marriage means alot of things to alot of people, but to the Avengers and to SHIELD it only means our family is growing, its expanding in more ways than one. Marriage is what unites the Hearts of Steve & YN and Marriage is what brings us all here today! now i already know how the avengers and SHIELD agents respond to this but now i have to ask everyone else, is there anyone in attendance to this wedding that objects to this marriage?”

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a loud snap against the stone pathway echoed through the corridor... everyone turned to see Tom in Loki form. Chris held you while everyone else got into defensive around you guys. 

Tom: “i object to this disgusting union... ugh weddings make me sick... ah brother you need to work on your touch... that cell you all left me in was easy to escape from... now if you all would excuse me id like to get the girl and leave... so i can take all the knowledge she has inside her tiny little brain and build myself a portal back to somewhere that isnt here.”

Rob: “your not taking her anywhere, Loki! Avengers Assemble!”

Samuel: “SHIELD agents on the mark!”

Chris: “Thor can’t you do something!”

Hemsworth: “i can but if this works he will be sent to a stronger prison this time...”

Hemsworth shot his hand straight into the air and within moments a blast of thunder bolts came down from the sky... the thunder continued to rumble as the Avengers and SHIELD agents all stood guard while Samuel continued the wedding.

Samuel: “Steve & YN say your Vows we will make sure he doesnt approach any closer...”

Chris: “YN you have changed my life. you have changed my world. that day all those years ago made me realize that i had been missing out on. i love you YN i always have and i always will. i vow to on this love, honor, cherish, respect, and train with you every single day for as long as we both shall live in Sickness, in Health, for Richer, for Poorer, to Comfort you in Times of need, to Be there for you in all things, Always & Forever!”

YN: “Steve your my entire world, i wouldnt even be who i am today if it hadnt have been you id ended up falling for. i love you Steve i always have and i always will. i vow on this day to Love, Honor, Cherish, Respect & Train with you every single day for as long as we both shall live... In Sickness, in Health, for Richer, for Poorer, to Comfort you in Times of need, to Be there for you in All things, Always & Forever!”

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Samuel pulled the rings out of his jacket pocket opening the box and holding it to you & Chris he said his next bit...

Samuel: “please repeat after me... one at a time of course... YN your gonna go first... please take Steve’s ring and repeat after me!”

you took the ring out of the box and held it to Chris’ finger... 

Samuel: “i YN...”

YN: “i YN...”

Samuel: “Take you Steve!”

YN: “take you steve!”

Samuel: “to be my husband!”

YN: “to be my husband!”

Samuel: “in life and death!”

YN: “in life and death!”

Samuel: “as an official Avenger for as long as we both shall live!”

YN: “as an official Avenger for as long as we both shall live!”

you slide the ring on Chris’ hand as Chris now takes your ring and mimics your actions...

Samuel: “now its your turn Steve. Please repeat after me! I Steve...”

Chris: “i Steve.”

Samuel: “take you YN”

Chris: “take you YN!”

Samuel: “to be my wife!”

Chris: “to be my wife!”

Samuel: “in life and death!”

Chris: “in life and death!”

Samuel: “as the most amazing avenger couple in the world!”

Chris: “as the most amazing Avenger couple in the world!”

Samuel: “for as long as we both shall live!”

Chris: for as long as we both shall live!”

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Loki: “dont you dare finish that ceremony, or i swear i will reign hell down on the earth for as long as i shall live!”

Samuel: “it is my esteemed honor to present you both as Husband and Wife! Steve you may now Kiss your Bride!”

this of course was when Chris pulled you close and kissed you passionately! earning applause from the whole crowd! including the avengers and SHIELD agents which were not looking at you guys fully. 

then you and Chris turned your attention to Tom who was still really deep into his role.

Chris: “give it up Loki, you dont win today!” 

Loki: “thats what you think... isnt that right brother?”

Tom rose his staff to the sky, earning a loud thunder clap from above, which then turned into a lightning strike... you dove with Chris into the chairs of people who scattered, along with everyone who didnt know that something was definately fishy...

you coughed a bit after sitting up as Chris got up helping you... both of you being approached immediately by the rest of your team! Chris helped you dust off as you did him.

Chris: “are you alright?”

YN: “im fne but whoever did this is paying the dry cleaning... does anyone have any thoughts! Hemsworth, Hiddleston... what happened?”

Hemsworth: “no idea but to my knowledge id guess that it was a freak bolt of lightning...”

Tom: “id guess either what hemsworth said or our gifts and talents from our acting has suddenly become reality...”

you took one look around and then saw something out of the corner of your eye, you left Chris’ grasp and ran to the sight of the crash and dropped to your knees as it started to storm thunder, lightning, the whole entirety. 

the others of course followed you and found the symbol of the asgardian gateway on the ground where you all were once standing. 

Samuel: “i dont know what the explanation is for this but we need to re group and figure this all out and see if anything is different. lets get someplace safe first though...”

Chris: “Me and Robert will go with YN we all probably need to talk anyway... cause if im not mistaken YN when you said your first thing you were telling the truth... weren’t you?”

you couldnt form words, but was able to nod yes! 

Samuel: “we will meet at the set of the Avengers and figure all this out...”

Samuel and the others except for you, Chris and Robert left. you finally spoke after several minutes! 

YN: “my fortune cookie fortune came true... this is all my fault...”

Chris: “what did it say...”

YN: “when the hammer is lifted, thunder rolls, words of affirmation finished, while the truth realized.”

that of course is when Chris and Robert also spoke...

Chris: “for its within the thunder, disaster strikes...”

Robert: “for the world you know, is not it at all...”

You got up off the ground once more and turned to face Robert & Chris!

YN: “robert yes your my cousin, im sorry i didnt say anything to either of you... Chris i am happy we are married, but im kinda pissed that our plans got ruined. our fortunes all line up with eachother... who would seperate a prophecy into 3 seperate fortune cookies?”

Chris: “dont worry we will get answers but for now Rob do you want to say it or shall i?”

Robert: “lets not have this argument and just let YN say it!”

you faced the 2 guys most important in your life and held your hand in front of them... they placed theirs on top of yours as you smiled slightly...

YN: “Avengers Assemble!”

[melaninkpopimagines]

Affairs

Part 5

Author: Admin Jazzi

Word count: 1.7k

Warning: Smut, violance, cursing, some light drug use

3 months Earlier

"We might never see each other again." You spoke softly into his ear. "Do you have anything to give me, to remember you by?" he asked. You smirked softly, swinging your leg across him as you straddled his lap. "Everything i have is already yours daddy." you said

"Call him daddy again i'll kill you lil girl!" Erik barked into your ear piece.

You held back your giggles. You loved that he was jealous even though he knew this man was just your target. Jimmy "Tornado" was his name. He was another dealer that ordered his men to rough up your boys. it took just two drinks and a dinner, you had him wrapped around your fingers. For this moment exactly. For you to get into his house and distract him long enough for Erik to hack his computers and then take him out. Erik knew damn well you'd go as far as you could. This was a mission just like the one he was sent on to get to you. Him barking into your ear didn't scare you.

"You seem distracted tonight." Jimmy said. You smiled at him. "Im sorry. ill just miss you. You're gonna forget all about me." you pouted. He kissed your lips. "I'd never forget you. Are you sure this has to be the last time we meet?" he asked

"Its the last time because imma rip his head off."

"I can't be with a gangster. would you give it all up for me, daddy?" you emphasized, Teasing Erik and earning a deep groan from jimmy.

"You want to play with me ma?" Erik asked.

You could hear his frustration with every word. When you were with Randy he was always jealous. but you assumed it was because that was your husband. But even seeing you with a target had him heated.

"This isn't a life i can bring you into, and it isn't one i can leave." he spoke softly to you as he kissed your neck. He quickly removed your top, ripping the buttons in process.

He moaned as your powder pink bra was revealed. "You're so beautiful." He complimented. "Your skin is glowing." he gripped your ass, lifting your skirt. "Your ass is is so perfect."

You found yourself soaking in the extra attention. You felt turned on listening to Erik's frustrated breaths in your ear. You knew he wanted to burst in and snatch you up; but you also knew he wouldn't.

Jimmy stood up. carrying you to the bed. "I want to take you." he said. Erik scoffed in your ear. "Is this how this nigga says he wants to fuck you? You liking this shit?" You weren't liking it. If you weren't soaking from the thought of Erik listening to you fuck another man, you'd be dry as a bone.

You spread your legs showing your soaking core to him. You moaned. "Please fuck me daddy." You watched his face darkened with lust. "Imma show you this shit ain't funny." Erik warned.

You shut your eyes and prepared for him. He growled over you, lining up with your entrance. He wasn't as big as Erik; but, as he pushed inside you, you arched your back. Mostly putting on a show; but also it felt so good.

He thrusts were slow, long and drawn on. Erik cursed in your ear. Threatening to kill Jimmy. warning you that you were in for it. Wondering if you were enjoying it as much as you sounded like you were. You couldn't even answer him as your orgasm approached. "Daddy im gonna cum" You moaned out. you heard the white noise that rang if your ear pieces were disconnected. As your orgasm washed over you, Jimmy pulled out of you. You heard a gun cock and the whistle of a silencer. You opened your eyes to see Erik, covered in blood splatter. "Did you get in?" You asked with a cocky grin. He didn't find it amusing. He glared at you. "I got it 3 minutes ago but you couldn't hear me over your loud ass." he said. Your face began to heat up. "We should leave. the crew needs to clean up" you sat up reaching for your shirt. Erik pushed you back down, as he unbuckled his belt. "Do you think I'm a game?" You shook your head no, looking into his lust filled eyes. He grabbed your hair pulling your head back. "was he hitting it that good? Did you forget this pussy is mine?"

"Erik i was just trying to complete the mission." You whined. He pulled your hair back. “What’s my name?” he growled. “Erik, I-” “What's my name? Don't make me ask you again lil girl.” he warned. “Daddy.” you mumbled. “This nigga gave you some mediocre dick and you forgot who your daddy is?” You bit your lip and shook your head. “No daddy, im sorry.”

“Dont even think about cumming. You hold that shit until i tell you to cum.” he said letting go of your hair. “Get how i like you.” he said. You immediately got into place. He growled as your spread your legs and lifted your ass, giving him a good view. “You let another nigga fuck you? “ A hard smack landed on your ass. You whined, gripping the blood covered sheets. “Daddy im sorry!” you moaned out as he spanked you again. “This is my pussy. Don't forget that shit for a minute.” he growled.

“You made me sit and listen to you calling another nigga daddy.” he said. Smack. “You came on that niggas dick.” smack. Your legs shook and you arched your back more. “Daddy I’m sorry! Please! I’m sorry!” You begged. “This is the only dick you cum on.” He thrusted into you roughly. Your toes curled.

His thrusts were rough. A shot of pain burned in your body. He stretched your walls with no mercy. He groaned, reminding you that the pussy was his. “Daddy! I-” he cut you off with a hard thrust. He could feel the way your walls and the way they squeezed him he knew you were close. “Hold that shit. If you cum you ain't gonna be able to walk for a week.” he said.

But you didn't know if you could hold it. Actually you were close to the edge and each thrust hitting your g-spot pushed you further. “Daddy please can i cum!” you beg, crawling away. He grabbed your arms pinning them behind your back. “put that ass up! Stop running and take this dick.” he said thrusting back into you. He thrusted into you roughly. You screamed his name as he pounded into you. “Cum. Now.” he demanded as he smacked your ass. You came undone under him, your orgasm making your body shake. Erik grunted as he came inside you.

You caught your breath, closing your eyes as you tried to come down from your high.

“You promised you wouldn't get jealous.” you finally spoke weakly, with a pout. “Stop all that pouting shit.” Erik kissed your shoulder. “You were driving me crazy calling that nigga daddy.”he admitted.

You smirked, kissing him sweetly. “You know you’re my daddy. I had to think of you to get that nut.” you hugged him. He let out a satisfied breath.

.

“Did we get into his accounts?” you asked after a moment of silence. “We got in all his bank accounts, and as we speak ya crew is taking over all his warehouses. Even this house is yours. ”

You smiled settling back. “You’re one of the most powerful women in the world now baby girl.” he kissed your shoulder. “We are this powerful Erik. Together.” He smirked. “Don't go getting soft on me. All this shit is yours. The world is yours. Act like it.” He lectured.

3 months later

So many people died so you could walk into that building. Erik and five other men surrounded you, pointing their guns to cover you completely. “Kill everyone but bring me the family.” erik commanded. Erik grabbed a chair, and you sat down crossing your legs. You heard screams and gunshots. You lit up a blunt casually smoking it as you watched from between the men who guarded you. Erik looked back at you. “You good ma?” you gave him a nod. Your men moved aside. A family of four was lined up, gagged and bound in front of you.

You looked the woman in her eyes. “Hi Cindy. Do you know me?” You stood up and squatted in front of her. She looked at you with a hard face. You blew your blunt smoke in her face and giggled. “I’m the bitch you tried to frame for murder.” you said. She still didn't flinch. “Which one? Senator johnson. About a year ago. Remember you sent this nigga to do your dirty work.” you pointed at Erik.

You looked at her husband, pulling your gun out of the hoster. “I didn't even like Randy. You actually did me a favor. I got a hefty check. But you tried to ruin my life. And for simply fucking with me, i'm gonna destroy you.” you said.

You cocked the gun and pointed at her husband's head. “And you didn't have to. Erik would have taken him out like it was nothing. But you wanted to fuck with my life. And i wondered why. Why was it so important to you to frame me.” you hit your blunt before handing it up to Erik. “We did a little research. Did you know your wife was getting dicked down by my husband.” you giggled. “She worked so hard to frame me. Because i married him; but he was fucking his secretary.”

Her eyes widened and you laughed. “You dumbass!! If you couldn't have him no one could?” you asked. Tears formed in her eyes. You pulled the trigger and shot her husband straight in the forehead. She shut her eyes. You whipped her with your gun. “you can choose. Will your children die before or after you?”

A/N: Hi so i wrote the whole ending and it was supposed to end in one part But because my dumb ass didn't save it i had to re-write so its gonna be one part longer. Thank you all for reading! -Jazzi🐷

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[salt-sass-and-lyrium]

I’m fully anticipating today being a “I’m just going to leave for an hour or two” kinda day.

Stuck under a read more because it got longer than I intended

So, [company] opened up a new office in Nebraska. Which is to say: [company] hired many individuals to work at an office in Nebraska, but didn’t actually bother setting up the office before people started. No, for real.

And they didn’t bother to actually tell anyone that this office wasn’t set up. No, for real. So they shipped all the employees their laptops and how to log into them yada yada. And then everyone showed up bright and early at the new office...

Where not a single fucking server had even been delivered. Nothing. This entire office didn’t even have internet, no wifi, nothing. No phone lines, nothing. Literally they hired an entire office full of people, gave those people PCs, and had them show up to work in an office that doesn’t even have phones.

Oh, and of course: Didn’t bother to tell tech support.

So, by the time I get in that day, we’ve been open and taking calls from this office for hours, all the same issue. They can’t connect, the phones don’t work, they can’t log into their PCs, yada yada. We hear from idk probably 20-30 different people. People who’ve shown up for their first day at [company] only to find they can’t work. It’s been going on for about 3ish hours when I get in, and I take a call from a lady and happen to be overheard by someone who’s not even in the IT department. She pops her head in and starts to explain that that particular office hasn’t been set up. At all. There’s electricity there and desks and that’s about it. She said that their official start date wasn’t supposed to be until 7/9, which was a few days from then.

Well, 7/9 rolls around and THEY STILL DON’T HAVE SHIT SET UP. Later that week, they literally put my manager in a fucking van with servers and have him drive up to Nebraska to install the servers, get the phones up and running, yada yada. Which he does.

Buuut, still doesn’t work. Not properly. Their network connection is spotty at best. Their server is constantly disconnecting itself and barely returns a signal. No one can agree who fucked up, my manager or networking, but tbh I suspect it’s both of them. Anyway, we’ve been dealing with this fuck of a branch for about two weeks now, and while some issues have been fixed, most have not.

Like, their printer servers weren’t set up, so they couldn’t print, or fax, or scan to email. Of course no one bothered to tell them that. Or us. So again we had to spend the better part of a day trying to track people down to figure out what was going on. 

A little while ago, I got off the phone with a user who’s PC pings, so it’s technically connected to the network. But she can’t pull up anything on the network, and we can’t remote into her PC. She’s also not been set up in our company’s IM system, so I literally had no way to help this person. I again reached out to my coworkers, and then to other departments to try and figure out what to do, and it’s been sometime and aside from “I don’t think there’s another way to remote into a PC” I haven’t heard anything from anyone.

And this shit... just fucking kills me. The utter lack of communication, not only with IT, but now with other employees. They had an entire office of people show up to work and had nothing prepared for them. And they KNEW this. They knew full well the office hadn’t been hooked up. No one bothered to tell the help desk though (much less the employees). It’s not like we’re the only ones who have to deal directly with these pissed off people or anything. Oh wait. Yeah, yeah it is. 

[nightwingswing]

“Stalker” (Jonathan Crane x reader x Jason Todd) Jonathan Crane’s ending

Hello my little wings!

There it is! the last ending of the “Stalker” series!

Once again, thank you to everyone who liked, comented, reblogged! You gave me the support i needed to continuate this!

I enjoyed writting for a villain for a change! i am also working in a Riddler story! so if you got any prompts for heroes or villains message me any time!

An anon sugested if there could be smut in this fic so I’LL DO 2 CHAPTERS MORE (one for each ending) WITH SMUT. They’ll be posted the next weekend.

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Part1 Part2   Jay’s ending  Jon’s ending (here)  [Sequel!]

“Well birdie…looks like you are about to lose hahahahaha!!! This gives me so many memories! Ahh! To bad the big bad bat won’t come! ☹ But anyway…im sure you came for your little princess??? Ohhh you did hahahahaha!! The little robin is alone again!! Poor youuu! Too bad she doesn’t love you anyway!! Hahahahahaha” The joker laughed, over the blodies body of Red hood.

“ Fuck …you” Jason said.

“Good night!” The joker prepared for the last strike.

“BAM!”

Jason fired his gun, hitting the joker in the middle of his forehead.

The joker let escape a mad laugh before falling on the ground. A sick smile in his cold face as a little trail of blood escaped from the hole.

Jason kicked his body away and broke the door, seeing your sleeping face. He immediately calmed down, but his anger incremented as he saw The scarecrow sitting next to you.

“You fucker…” Jason seethed as Crane waked up.

“You…we thought I killed you….To bad, you’ll die soon.” Crane grabbed a knife and attacked Jason. Jason shoot him once. Crane attacked him, injuring his good arm making the gun fall on the ground. Todd kicked him on his knees making him fall, he kicked the knife away and hit cranes face repeatedly making him bleed trough his nose.

“that’s for (y/N)! that’s for all the civilians you killed! , This is for the children you experimented on, this is for my family and THIS IS FOR (y/n) AGAIN!!!!” After a extra strong punch Crane’s head hit the ground violently.     Jason spited blood on the ground before running to you and disconnecting the blood transfuses and the machines.

“Who? Who are you?!” Your struggled against him as if he was hurting you. “JON! JON HELP ME! PLEASE!” Jason pulled away from you, looking angrily at the Scarecrow, who wiped blood from his smirking lips.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO THEM!?” Jason hit Jonathan over and over again, much to your horror”

“cough, (y/n) is no longer yours…. she’s mine, like it was supposed to…cough” Crane spited blood and smirked at Todd, the blood on his teeth making him look crazy. Jason snarled and as he was ready to pull the last blow-

A chair hit his head knocking him out. Jon smiled as he saw the body of the vigilante hit the ground.

You had choose him..

In the end, you choose HIM!

THEM!

Jon ran to your weak form and hug you, smiling openly and twirling you around. You hugged back and finally, finally said the words...

“I love you, Jon” You smiled and he kissed you hard.

“We love you too, (y/n)” He kissed you sweetly and you hugged his neck

In the middle of your reunion he heard the alien and the archer approaching.

“My love, we shall take our leave…they’ll separate us if we’re caught!” He carried you in his arms out of the facility, dressing you two as civilians. You mingled in the crowd and successfully make it to Bludhaven. Where you and Him changed clothes and got new identities to successfully get out of the country.

You brushed the hair out of your face as Jon sat next to you on the plane, he held your hand and kissed it sweetly.

“Ready my love?” He smiled.

“Ready” You kissed him as the plane’s engines roared.

As the plane started moving you looked out of the windows, the feeling of forgetting something important deep in your heart. You shake it of at the feeling of Jon’s hand holding yours.

You smiled at him as the captain welcomed you abroad and said the name of your destination.

Stockholm

///*\\\

It’s been a 5 years since you two moved to Sweden, he worked in the University of Stockholm as the major teacher in psychiatry and you were one of the most influential psychologist of Europe.

You smiled as the little one holding your hand demanded attention.

“mommy mommy! Let’s go see daddy!!!” The young boy smiled as he dragged you to the College. “Pweeeaseee!”

“Fiine, jay but stop pushing me, ok?” You said as you adjusted his scarf, it was a cold morning in Stockholm as you carried your son Jason back to his father’s work. Jon didn’t agree at first with the name but you liked it a lot, somehow…

Somehow that name make you feel at home.

“DADDY!!!!!” Jay screamed when he saw his dad in the entrance waiting for them. Jon smiled at him and opened his arms so the little 5 year old could hug him.

“Hey, little crow! How is my big boy doing?” Jon smiled at him.

“GREAT!!” Jay smiled toothily as you kissed Jon.

“I told you to not call him that, darling” You smiled at Jon as he and your son looked at you puppy eyed. “ C’mon Jay, we must let daddy to his work.”

“But moooom……” “But (y/n)……..)” They used the puppyes on you, knowing you couldn’t resist.

“Fiiine, but just for lunch!” You rolled your eyes as they went on, his dad explaining how interesting fear was while your young child drank all the information. Jon looked at you and smiled as he held your hand between his bigger one, you smiled back and he looked at your son again.

You looked outside to see a student wearing a red hood and somehow that bought you a nostalgic feeling and also a feeling of missing something. Hot tears fell from your eyes and you didn’t know why. Jon looked at you, worried and hugged you.

“What’s wrong, (y/n)?” He made you look at him as Jay wiped your tears, kissing your cheek with a loud “MUACK!”

“Don’t cry, mommy! Daddy is here!!!” Jay smiled toothily at you and you smiled at you, the white treack in his (h/c) hair reminded you of someone, but you couldn’t remember. Jon kissed you forehead as his hand played with the golden ring in your hand.

“Shall we go home, Mrs. Crane?”

“Yes, Mr. Crane” You smiled as all three of you made your way home, playing with jay on your way out.

“Higher mommy higher!!!” Jay loved the greater heights, a memory of a great height in a secret roof with someone invaded you. But his blurry face was replaced with Jon’s and you smiled at you husband.

The missing piece could wait.

The end.

Bonus!

“Jason, its been 5 years! Face it (y/n) is dead! “ Tim shouted at his brother, whose hair was messy, the white treack messier than usual, his face covered in a 2 weeks bear.

“I WON’T! I KNOW SHE’S ALIVE SOMEWHERE!!! I’LL NEVER GIVE UP!” Jay screamed as he finished his beer.

“Jay be reasonable! You won’t find her! Why this much insistence in finding her?!”

“I will, timbo! SHES THE ONLY ONE I REALLY LOVED! I NEED HER! I NEED THEM! I NEED HER AND MY CHILD!”

Jason Todd Ending     (here)

Jonathan Crane Ending.   (here you are)