#it’s been awhile since I’ve seriously thought about getting a tattoo

[lovewriting-5]

Wastelands:

*photo is not mine*

8. Paradise Lost

10. Bad Harvest

Side note: I reversed the roles in this one. I’m not writing smut.

*I know I had him get a haircut in “Campfire Tales” but this was the best picture I could find*

9. Midnight Swim:

I can faintly hear Sean’s footsteps behind me. We reach the lake. I reach the edge of the lake and pause. Sean comes up behind me. He places his lips to my right temple and asks “Ready for this?” I hesitate, “I’m not sure.”

Sean gives me a wink and begins stripping down. I turn away in surprise. “What exactly did you have in mind, Diaz?” I ask. He says nothing and starts walking into the water. Sean begins “Oh fuck! FUUUCK! Whoo! Yes, I’m in! What are you waiting for?!” I dip my fingers into the water, “Oh, fuck this! It’s freezing!”

He’s swimming a little back and forth, “It’s all in your head! Just don’t think about it!” I mumble to myself “Huh...sure...Don’t think...”

I roll my eyes and give in. I begin lifting my shirt when he says “Whoo!” I give him a smirk and do a rotating motion with my hand. He throws his head back, “Really?” “Please.” I say. “Fine.” As he spins to face the forest behind him.

I strip down and make my way into the freezing water. “Brrrr...Okay, here I come...I think...” I tell him. I go as far as the top of the water reaching just below my clavicle. Sean turns back around, “You look a little cold. Want me to help with that?” He gets a smirk on his face. It took me a couple seconds to realize what he’s talking about. I hold my hands up, “Sean...do not even - -“ as he begins splashing me. I tell him “Dude, you are so...”

Sean raises an eyebrow, “Adorable? Yeah, I know! Not bad, (Y/L/N). Didn’t think you’d actually do it!” I tell him as I shiver a little, “My body just had to get used to it...Not that cold.”

He smirks “That’s because I had to pee...” I splash him as I say, “Ha ha HA! You’ve been spending too much time with Finn. But...speaking of...what are you gonna do about Finn and...You know, his plan.” He says “It’s a really stupid idea. Way too dangerous. Especially for Daniel.” I tell him “I know...Finn acts like this is no big deal, but...this feels bad.” I look down at the water, “Plus, I don’t want you guys to get in any more trouble...”

The water on my right side splashes a little. Sean has moved a little closer, “Yeah, tell that to Daniel. He’s gonna be pissed.” I look at him, “He’s your brother, he’ll listen to you. Finn says he wants to take care of us but...but he doesn’t always see other people...It’s all about him.” It was his turn to look at the water, “I know. But I feel bad for ruining his dream.” I tell him “I’m sure he’ll rage for awhile but then he’ll be cool. He likes you.” Sean asks “What do you mean?”

“You seriously can’t tell?” I ask him. He says with a smirk as he swims closer, “Actually, if you can’t tell...I really like you.” I place my arms around the back of his neck, “If you haven’t already noticed but we are both naked...” Blushing, he says while he puts his hands on my waist, “Well...I’m surprised you joined me. I thought you were going to bail because it was so cold.” Changing the subject, I ask “So what did Cassidy do to your arm?” He holds it out of the water, “Oh...she just gave me my first tattoo.” I wrap my arms a little more around his neck, “Oooo, you’re a badass. What did you get?” He says “A wolf.” Kind of circling back to the previous topic, “So...do you wanna kiss me?”

“Considering I’ve kissed you multiple times but never in a lake at night while we’re both like this...yes, I do.” Sean says. I kiss him. After a half hour, I pulled away. I ask “So, what do you say we get outta here?”

We walk out of the water and this time I don’t try and hide while getting dressed. I can feel the clothes starting to cling to my body. As we walk back to the camp, the clothes feel a little stiff with the cool air. I intertwine my fingers with Sean’s. On our way back, he would look over and lean down to kiss me.

Since him and Daniel share a tent, we make our way to my tent. We reached my tent, I say “Hold on a sec.” I kneel down, unzip the flap and move a few things out of the way. I stand back up, “Sean, hello?” We both are nervous in this moment. He asks with nervousness, “You want me to come inside?” I tell him with a small smile, “Only if you would like to.”

“Yeah, I do...” he says with a small smile. Sean kneels down and crawls in. I crawl in after him. He lays on his left side propped up on his elbow. I sit cross legged. I look at him, “You cool?” He begins tracing a circle on the floor of the tent, “Um, totally. Uh...I’m...I’m just nervous...Kinda bummed we waited ‘til now...” “Me too. We’ve had a few moments before but there was too much other stuff going on at the time.” I tell him. I lean close and give him a quick kiss.

I move to laying on my right side also propped up on my elbow. He looks down again at the floor, “Uh...Hey listen, I...I think you should know that I’m...uh...” I tell him “Sean, it’s okay. I am too but how about we both learn together.” He looks at me, smiles and then leans in to kiss me.

We get intimate and after some time, we stopped. Sean sits up and wraps his arms around the top of his knees. I sit up, place my arms around him and lay my chin on his left shoulder.

I ask him “Hey...What’s up?” He says “Nothing, I just...Never mind.” “Come on...you can talk to me! Sean, this is the first time for both of us...How about we promise not to give each other a bad review online? Promise?” I tell him. He says with a chuckle, “Promise and that’s very sweet. But you don’t have to be like that.” I say “Hey, I mean it, Sean. Just take it easy and...We’ll have time to practice...Okay? Okay, we need some fresh air, let’s get dressed...Until we fuck again.”

Both of us get dressed and step out of the tent. I tell him “Sean, it’s all good, okay?” That’s when Hannah and Cassidy come over to us. Hannah asks “Hey, what’s happening? Wait - - did you guys just have sex?!” I tell her with a small smile, “Yeah, kinda!” Sean embarrassingly, says “Uh, yep...”

Hannah asks “Did you see Finn? He was with Daniel but now I can’t find him.” I tell them “We didn’t see anybody out there...but...” Cassidy gets a realization, “We better go now.” Irritated, Sean says “Figures Daniel is with him...” Hannah says before walking off, “Just tell Finn I wanna talk. Thanks much. Later.” She walks back to the campfire.

Before walking off, Sean gives me a kiss. Cassidy and him begin walking away. As I watch them walk off toward Merrill’s place, I start getting really nervous and anxious. I begin thinking about all the things that could go wrong.

[xpeachesncream]

acquainted | nine

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summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: jungkook x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.5k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, jealousy, alcohol consumption, dancing/event scene, a lil bit of that good ol’ phone sex

tags: @laurynne5 @yiyi4657 @miinoongi @teamtardis-notdead @bluesharksandfish@photographic-girl @yonkoghan @moonchild1​ @thebeebi​ (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

You were a little relieved when Jungkook had mentioned that Jin and Grace wouldn't be able to make the charity event tonight. You weren't sure how you'd manage being in one place with all of them at the same time. Plus, your chaotic friends? Absolutely not.

Jungkook is driving you both to the campus event, with his hand resting contently on your thigh, the slit of your dress giving way to his large hand. You honestly really loved seeing his tattooed hand against your skin; it was attractive in many ways you couldn't explain. You donned a simple, satin black camisole dress with a cowl neck and slit to accentuate your legs. Jungkook wore a black turtleneck, slacks and a long blazer-like coat with black Chelsea boots.

If people were to see you together on the streets, you definitely would have looked like a serious couple who had been dating for years.

"Y/N!" Ryujin squeals as she runs [waddles] at you full throttle, heels on and all. She grips you into a tight hug, before smiling down at you and quickly observing your neck just to make sure. No, bitch. The hickeys are still gone! When she's satisfied with what she sees, she turns her attention towards Jungkook. "Jungkook! Wow you both are so fucking hot, it's insane." She grips onto his arms as she looks at up and down before pulling him into a hug.

"Definitely all Y/N, but thank you." He laughs as you both follow her. As you had entered the huge hall with high ceilings and old-fashioned chandeliers hanging, you caught a glimpse of Jimin and Taehyung in their suits. Boy, did your friends and Jungkook look fine as fuck tonight.

"Woah, you two." You hug Jimin and Taehyung before tugging on their blazers and fixing their cuffs.

"Like what you see?" Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows, making you shake your head. At this point, you've really run out of responses to clap back at him with. He came up with something new every time. "What's up, Jungkook?" Taehyung gently pushes you aside to casually greet Jungkook, along with Jimin.

"Dude, this charity event is way too fancy." Jimin laughed. "Majority of the people here are like, over 60 years old."

"Just wait, maybe more people from our class will show up." You chuckle. "It's for a good cause, I'm sure there's more people on the list than we think."

"Or maybe now, the party will finally start since Dj D-Sharp is setting up." Ryujin points to the DJ setting up his gear at the front of the hall.

"Fuck, finally." Jimin says, downing the champagne in his hand. You look at him, eyebrow raised because one, what kind of day did this dude have to be drinking like that? And two, he always drank alcohol like it was water, gulping it down in one motion. The fuck? "What?"

"What happened?" You chuckled, Jungkook's arm snaking around your waist as he talked to Ryujin and Tae next to you. He didn't seem too shy around them. Either that, or he just meshed well with your friends.

"Honestly, I'm just trying to feel good so I can call someone over to fuck." Your eyes widen. He was definitely allowed to drink more tonight, being that Taehyung offered to drive. Very unlike Jimin, but to each their own!

"Ohhhh, like that? Okay. Well, let's get you there then." You slowly nod in agreement. Remember, you always support your friends! [except Taehyung because that fool is dumb sometimes and he needed to deal with his own consequences] But especially Jimin; He needs some fun! You excuse yourself to get more alcohol with Jimin at the bar, Dj D-Sharp already starting to spin some ratchet, oakland-ish music even if the crowd was looking the way it was.

"You and Jungkook look nice together, Y/N." He says, clinking his glass against yours. "Seriously. He looks like a good guy." You smile toothlessly.

"Yeah, he is." No lie, Jungkook really was. Too good, almost. Every little thing he did made you feel guilty.

"One more? Should hold me out for awhile." You roll your eyes cause he was sure as hell lying, but you take the shot anyways. By the time you two are done making sour faces and sucking on limes, you begin to make your way back towards your date and friends.

And Seokjin and Grace, apparently?

You deadass almost stop in your tracks, noticing Jungkook speaking to Jin and hugging Grace tightly. The room feels like a sauna, and your throat feels like it's closing in on itself. This was the first time you were seeing her in person, and honestly, she was cute as hell. Suddenly, the guilt goes away and you feel.. bold. You want to tease Jin and you want him to want you, even given the circumstances we're in right now. You wanted him to want you so bad that he couldn't take it anymore.

"Bitch—" Ryujin places another shot glass in your hand. "I know you need this more than I do." You take it to the neck with ease like you weren't just making sour faces with Jimin minutes ago and place the empty glass on the table next to you. "I thought he wasn't coming!"

"I thought so too!"

"Oh, here! This is my date, Y/N." Jungkook happily swoops you by the waist and brings you forward to meet Grace.

"Uh, hi." You tuck a strand behind your ear, quickly glancing at Jin who is awkwardly standing there with his hands in his pockets. He simply looks at you, his hair swept and lightly gelled to the sides like it usually is and exposing his forehead; god, is he purely fuckable right now. Grace quickly catches the awkward look, but brushes it off and beams a big smile before opening her arms.

"Oh my god, she's so pretty Gookie!" She pulls you into a hug and you're internally screaming right now because what the fuck is even going on?! "Hi, I'm Grace. Jin's fiancé." She smiles from ear to ear.

"Mmm, yeah. I've heard a lot about you" You flash a toothless smile and nod. "Or a little." You clear your throat and mumble under your breath, shooting Jin another look. Ryujin is secretly pinching your back from behind for the unnecessary comment. Luckily, Grace doesn't hear the last statement, and giggles it off before swinging her arm around Jin's waist and placing her other hand against his chest. You hear Taehyung clear his throat behind you to break the awkward silence, so you shake your head and step aside for them to come into view. "This is Ryujin, Jimin and Taehyung." They all wave at her sweetly.

"Nice to meet you." Ryujin smiles before turning to your group. "Food, anyone? Looks like they set the trays of finger food down." She points to the table off towards the wall. Grace and Jin follow behind your group, Jungkook separating you from each other. Jin looks down to see Jungkook holding your hand tightly before his entire arm snakes up around your shoulders. He watches from behind as Jungkook feeds you with a small finger sandwich, you both laughing and smiling at each other.

Yeah, he shouldn't have come. Not if he was going to see this all night. But Grace had insisted being that she was finally home early for once.

You and Jungkook make your way to the dance floor to dance and keep it PG for the older audience around you. You still had fun, nonetheless, comfortably dancing and singing along to the songs with Jungkook. Occasionally, he'd wrap his arm around your neck as you both bounced to the beat and recited lyrics. You had fun with Jungkook. He was definitely into a lot of the same things you were, especially music-wise. It was easy to vibe with him. But the thing that separates him from Jin is the chase, the high of doing something so wrong but actually having it feel so goddamn right. Jungkook was like being served on a silver platter - prim and proper, easy.

For a minute, you're dancing with your friends, while Jungkook is dancing with Grace and Jin in front of your group. You figured you could start teasing Jin a bit more, playing this little game he absolutely couldn't stand. You smirk at Ryujin, who furrows her brows at you, confused at what you're trying to hint at here. Jimin and Taehyung are drunkily dancing, too busy woo'ing old ladies and buying alcohol for new friends they've been meeting.

You snake your arms around Jungkook, tugging him back towards you. He smiles as he turns and is now wrapping his arms around you. You both are slightly bouncing to the beat of the song while he looks down at you.

"What's up, pretty lady?" You pout.

"I just want a kiss."

"I think I can help with that." You tug onto the sides of his coat, tippy-toeing up to plant a good, soft kiss on his lips.

"I know she isn't right now." Ryujin says to herself, keeping her gaze on you as she dances awkwardly off beat since she's too busy watching you. She was 100% fully aware of what you were doing; You didn't need to tell her twice.

"Jeez, what happened? You're normally a good dancer." Taehyung says getting in her view, causing her to shove him aside.

"Out of my face!" She groans.

Jin occasionally glanced at you and Jungkook every time Grace had been looking away, feeling completely bothered. He caught you staring back at him with a small smirk over Jungkook's shoulder when he came down to envelope you in his long arms. He wasn't trying to play with you right now, and if he could, he'd probably take your ass to the car and fuck you senseless in that dress.

"Why are you being so cute?" Jungkook chuckles as he turns you around so he can hug you from behind and place kisses on your temple, you both now facing toward Jin and Grace.

"Just wanted a little attention." He sneaks a kiss onto your neck, causing you to close your eyes at the feeling of his lips against the surface of your skin. Suddenly, you feel the urge to head to the bathroom, the alcohol begging to be released from your body. "I'm gonna head to the bathroom really quickly."

"Want me to come with and wait for you?" You shook your head and pointed to your friends.

"I'll be good. Make sure you watch these drunkies, though." He nods and joins your friends on the dance floor. You actually really need to fucking pee, and the restroom inside the hall is out of service, leaving one stall available and a long line to accompany it. So, you exit the hall and turn to head towards the student center, where the bathrooms were located just around the corner. You felt like a huge weight was lifted off of your shoulders when you broke the seal, making you sigh contently as you flush the toilet and wash up in front of the mirrors. As you're happily making your way back, you feel hands grip your wrist and pull you under a dimly lit corner by the bathroom, completely isolated and almost eerie.

This was it. This is where your life comes to an end—

"Y/N." You hear Jin's voice breathily call your name.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Talking to you." His face slightly comes under the only small, weak light plastered on the building wall. "What does it look like?" You feel yourself getting weak, examining the sharp features on his face - his lips and how plump they are, his jaw, his eyes.

"I didn't know you were coming." You say softly.

"I didn't either." He pulls you closer to him, the both of you now in the dark and away from the dim light. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm not doing anything to you." You feel his hand come down to the small of your back as he gently presses you against him.

"You know what you're doing." He says, almost at a whisper, sending chills down your spine. "You look beautiful tonight."

"You don't look too bad yourself, Kim."

"Your dress—" He leans forward to whisper in your ear. "Your dress makes me want to do so many things to you." You let out a breath, your pussy throbbing at the way he's speaking to you.

"We should get back before anyone realizes we've been gone for too long." You say lowly, your lips only inches away from his.

"Yeah, we should." He responds, but his lips are only getting closer to yours and you do nothing to stop it. You return the kiss, your hands gripping at his blazer as you bring him closer. The only sounds filling the air are the wet, slow kisses being exchanged between you and Seokjin.

"Jin, stop. No." You gently push him away, your hands pressed against his chest. "Don't. Not here." You look at him before walking off.

Fuck.

Even if your ass went home with Jungkook tonight, you couldn't even see yourself fucking him because of Seokjin solely. You were too caught up and that was the fucking truth. There was no way you were unraveling from his finger. He had you wrapped tightly and you had no intention of even trying to let that shit go.

That's the tea. The honest tea.

"What happened?" Jungkook comes to you, feeling how cold your skin is as he rubs his hands down your arms.

"Had to take a detour." You nodded towards the line at the hall bathroom.

"Shit, sorry babygirl. You should have used my jacket."

"I'm okay. Thank you." You smile, gently squeezing his hand before making your way to your friends. Sooner or later, all of you decide to call it a night being that the crowd is slowly dying and you've all had your fill. Jungkook says bye to Jin and Grace, with you following. Jin keeps his eyes on you, even as you're walking away and out of the hall.

He really hopes you aren't staying with Jungkook tonight.

And, you're not. Jungkook simply drives you home and walks you up to your apartment like he usually does. He gives you a peck on the lips outside of your door before he's able to finally pull away from the hug he has you in and wish you goodnight. You had fun, and it gave you butterflies thinking about tonight. But you weren't exactly thinking about your friends and Jungkook and all that cute shit; you were thinking about how you succeeded, with Jin pulling you aside to lay some kisses on you even with the environment you two were in. Risky shit. Risky business. You fucking loved it.

You decide to pick yourself up out of the long, steamy, hot bath you soaked yourself in for the past 30 minutes or hour, you aren't even sure anymore. Your body felt relaxed and you felt like you could go to sleep peacefully. You lathered your body in some lotion, happily slipping your naked body under the covers. Sometimes, you just needed to do this every once in awhile. Show some love to your body, let it free. Your duvet covers felt nice against your skin, with you sinking in deeper until the comforter hugged every inch of your body.

As you were about to go to sleep, your phone flashed an incoming call across the screen. An incoming call you almost expected after tonight.

"Hello?"

"Hey." Jin's voice is deep and husky on the other end, causing you to bite your lip at how awfully sexy he sounds. It instantly reminds you of the way he groans your name. Quite frankly, it's turning you on.

"Why are you calling?"

"Can't sleep."

"I'm assuming Grace is asleep already."

"Yeah, she is." You hear him fiddling in the background, door softly shutting as he makes his way around the house and out to his car. Jin sits in the driver's seat just so he can talk to you without having to quiet himself down. Truthfully, he just wanted to hear your voice. "Did you enjoy tonight?"

"Yeah, it was enjoyable at best. Did you?"

"Besides the fact that I had to watch Kook be all up on you, I guess it was alright."

"Jealousy honestly looks good on you." You joke.

"It's not funny, Y/N."

"Boohoo." You sarcastically respond, chuckling.

"Yeah, keep it up. What are you doing?" You bit your bottom lip, excited to get him started again.

"I'm in bed. Naked."

"Mmm." He breathily responds. "Don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"Don't tell me these things."

"But I am. Why would I hide it? You've seen me naked."

"That doesn't help anything." You're honestly feeling yourself right now, and you're pretty fucking horny hearing his voice alone. You wanted him badly, but you couldn't have him. You just wanted to feel him after tonight, be in his arms, have him tug on your hair - all that good good. Teasing was the next best thing you could do, an added bonus if he could make you cum over the phone.

"Jin." You say softly.

"Mhm?"

"I want you." It's silent for a moment before he sighs and lightly groans.

"Y/N, god. Please don't."

"I wish you could fuck me right now." You hear him mumble a quick 'fuck' before he's sighing again.

"Are you touching yourself?"

"What would you do if I said yes?"

"Let me hear you." You bite your bottom lip as you're actually moving your fingers in circular motions on your clit, a heel planted on the bed to give yourself more room. You moan into the phone, Jin staying completely quiet on the other end. You weren't sure if he was joining along, but whatever, fuck it. You were just worried about cumming at this point, whether he came with you or not.

"I want you to fuck me so bad. I want you to—mmmmfff." You lightly moan. "I want you to fill me up, and fuck me from behind. And pull on my hair like you do."

"Fuck, Y/N." He breathes as he begins to palm himself. "I swear I'm gonna fuck you so good the next time I can have you to myself." You start to insert a digit into your wet pussy, the sounds filling the air. You had shut your eyes, imagining that Jin was there the entire time with his plump lips pressed against your clit, causing you to moan loudly once more into the phone. The sounds of your wetness against your fingers loudly fills the room, you're sure Jin can hear it.

"Can you hear how wet you make me?"

"You're so fucking hot." He softly groans. "Wanna feel you so bad." You start to pick up the pace with your fingers, alternating between pumping them in and spreading your wetness out on your folds before rubbing on your clit.

"Wanna feel you deep inside of me, hitting my spot." You whine. "God, I'm gonna cum just thinking about it."

"Yeah?" You feel yourself getting close, only moments away before you tip and hurl over the edge. "Cum for me, baby. I wanna hear you." Jin is so fucking turned on right now just hearing you, and it's taking everything in him not to drive off and head to your place. He will literally blow his load right into his boxer briefs with the way you're talking and moaning for him. He quietly sits as he continues to palm and slowly jerk himself off in the car, listening to the way you're moaning loudly over the phone, calling his name along with cuss words trailing. He tilts his head back in pleasure, his eyes shut as he listens to your tone increase, signaling that you were about to cum.

"Ughhhhhgggfuck." You say as you let your body tremble freely, aftershocks rippling through your body as you release your fingers.

"Fuck." You hear Jin groan. "Thanks, now I have to clean myself up."

"You're welcome."

"I wanna see you soon."

"I don't know how you're going to make that happen."

"I'll find a way, I always do. Will you let me come see you?"

"Yeah." Is all you say, because you do want to see him. You do want to be with him and you do want to be in his arms.

"Okay." It's silent for a minute before he chimes in again. "I'll let you get some sleep, I need to get back inside anyways."

"Mmmkay." You hum.

"Night, pretty girl."

"Goodnight to you too, Jin." You sit your phone back onto your night stand before getting up to wash yourself up once again. At this point, you weren't even sure of your own feelings. Did you just enjoy fucking Seokjin because of the thrill and all the risks? Or, were you actually falling for him? There were so many things that you didn't entertain with Jungkook or other men because you couldn't see it being anyone else other than Jin. You wanted him to hold you, you wanted him to cater to you, you wanted him. But you always had to come to terms with the painful truth.

[sinsbymanka]

Writing Tag Game

Okay listen I’m on vacation XD hence why I’m ignoring everyone’s tags/taking forever to respond. But I’ve been tagged in this A LOT and I really liked it/wanted to do it so thank you to everyone who tagged me (oh my god I’m so sorry if I missed one of you there were SO MANY): @noire-pandora, @in-arlathan, @thevikingwoman, @morganlefaye79, @elveny, @kunstpause, @pikapeppa

I’m not tagging anyone because I’m tagging everyone since I’m too lazy to find my tag list (I’m on VACATION). If you’ve not gotten tagged and wanted to do this, say I tagged you. 

How many works do you have on Ao3?

147 - I have 145 linked to my profile and two in the anonymous collection. 

What's your total Ao3 wordcount?

1,468,248. Almost 1.5 million!! 

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Of Miracles and Heroes (FenHawke, Cadash/Varric, Varania/Blackwall): 269

Interspecies Relationships Have Their Ups and Downs (Shakarian): 145

Don’t Make it Hawkeward (Varric/Hawke): 135

The Ambassador’s Vices (Josephine/Adaar): 111

The Girl with the Arrow Tattoo (Cadash/Varric): 101

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do (but - to be honest - it takes me FOREVER). I love comments. It’s so much easier to not leave comments than leave comments, so every time someone leaves one I’m blown away. I feel like - for leaving me a comment - you’re definitely owed an answer! I do apologize that it takes me awhile though - I am very bad at answering because they mean a lot to me and I get easily overwhelmed by the AO3 inbox I don’t know why. Blame anxiety. 

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I’ll be honest, I don’t like angsty endings so I don’t have many of them. By far the angstiest ending I have is Flowers, Lies, and Forgiveness. This is a Bianca Davri/Varric Tethras fic set during the final act of DA2. I wrote it from Bianca’s POV - showing Varric unraveling under the pressure of Kirkwall and Bianca’s complicated feelings about infidelity to her husband who clearly cares about her as well. I wrote it for @hollyand-writes who always lets me lean into the tragic “fucked upness” of the pairing when I’m feeling like making Varric suffer.  

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending

I prefer happy endings so almost EVERYTHING has a happy ending. My favorite endings, so far, are for Cheating the Dread Wolf, which is my Varric/Cadash/Solas polycule (or as I like to refer to it - Solas has a dwarf kink) and The Viscount’s Mistress which is my Hurt/Comfort Cadash/Varric Trespasser bullshit. 

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?

I have not written crossovers - but I am very into AUs in another setting that belongs to a different fictional universe. Most recently I got back into my Downton Abbey bullshit and wrote Flappers for Fen’harel which is basically a Downton Abbey AU Solas/Cadash and I’m not taking comments about the outrageousness of it. 

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yep. Honestly though? Over the two years I’ve been active in Fandom, the shitty comments can be counted on one hand and usually came from the same people over and over again, who are easily blocked, and should stop seeking out clearly labeled content they don’t like. Me and my work are not for everyone - that’s REALLY okay. I’ve blocked people for no other reason than making things I don’t like - that doesn’t mean they’re bad people. 

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

GOD DO I.

I am extremely sex and kink positive. Because of this - a lot of my work involves sex in some way or another. I think sex is a beautiful part of many (although not all) relationships, and that it’s frequently glossed over in mainstream media (particularly queer, kinky, and polyam sex). 

This ranges from sort of vanilla slow burns (My Cole/Bea fic, Compassion for an Assassin, has smut which hasn’t been posted yet. It’s Cole’s first time and is fairly vanilla and romantic, and occurs approximately 40k into the fic) to some pretty dubious consent near 24/7 dom/sub dynamics with BDSM kinks (I’ve written JUST as much of the Sereda/Gorim problematic smut as @jarakrisafis has in our series Forced Moves). 

There’s very few kinks I’m not willing to touch at least to try out - even if I end up not liking them. And the ones that aren’t for me are 100% allowed to exist and I will fight for them to the bloody end. My only recommendation is CLEARLY labeling your shit and not being afraid to add a tag if someone asks you to. 

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of? I’ve seen ideas I’ve tried on picked up by other people - but I don’t consider that stealing and it’s hard to trace “who has been inspired by who” because we ALL have been inspired by thousands of other people and frankly more stuff for me when I pull you over to my weird AUs and rarepairs. 

I also think that’s a huge part of not getting stolen - I’ve got so much weird niche shit that only a couple people read that stealing from me is going to most likely be caught IMMEDIATELY the audience is so small. 

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don’t believe so!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I’ve got some co-written secret smut with @blarfkey which almost nobody has seen, I’ve borrowed @tightassets Hawke, Lavellan, and Shepard for fics that she has illustrated, borrowed @tuffypelly‘s Adaars for some great fics, and my most ambitious project - the Forced Moves series with @jarakrisafis. It started out as us just exchanging gifts back and forth but we’ve wrangled it into Gambits and Countergambits, an Aeducan-origin prequel, that I’m VERY proud of. 

I love co-writing very much, but it’s very important to find the right partner and for it to be someone you trust completely. 

What's your all time favourite ship?

This is a stupidly hard question because I am, at heart, a multi-shipper. 

I love Varric/Hawke and Varric/Cadash. I’m also a sucker for Solas/Cadash. My fandom pool noodle is Varric/Cadash/Solas which I adore, and I’m very fond of Cole/Cadash. 

Most recently I’ve been DEEP in Aeducan/Gorim Saelac, Bhelen/Rica/Vartag, and Aeducan/Brosca feels. Dwarf origins are the best origins in my opinion and those characters are PERFECT. 

What's a WIP you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I fully plan on finishing everything. My writing style changed a lot, for the better, in a short period of time. I need to integrate my old style/new style and had to get a pep talk about how to do that. Now I’m ready to try as soon as I finish Compassion for an Assassin. 

What are your writing strengths? 

I write very sexy, hot smut. I also really like playing with character voice and making sure I get them “right” so I do a lot of experimenting before publishing a new character for the first time. 

I struggle to write action scenes - it’s like pulling fucking teeth - but people really LOVE my action scenes and they read well. So that’s something I’m proud of even if it feels like doing fucking pull ups. 

What are your writing weaknesses?

I never learned anything. My experiences with English and writing teachers were overwhelmingly negative. I’m unsure if I’m just not cut out for classes or if they were that bad, but I always left feeling like there was one “right” way to do it, and everything I liked was “bad”, so what was the point of “learning” anything? 

It turns out there’s this very pompous, pretentious thought process in writing where people “assume” things must be done, but GOOD writing teachers teach you the rules and then how to break them. I either never had a good writing teacher or got too intimidated to give them a chance before bouncing. 

So I’m exceedingly self-taught. I lack the vocabulary to discuss plot structure, characterization, grammar, etc. I instinctively know most of these things based on trial and error and reading, but I didn’t learn them and I miss a lot of nuance in the rules, but until recently I was still too intimidated and unsure of myself to admit that or take it seriously. 

So - my defense mechanism is NOT taking ANYTHING seriously. If my writing is a joke to me, it’s gotta be a joke to everyone else, but that’s been a shield to hide behind instead of being thoughtful about things. I’m here to have fun, yes, but there’s nothing wrong with learning a technique to the art. 

I’ve learned - mostly thanks to @blarfkey who is an amazing person and a wonderful teacher - that I am a good writer based on my self-teaching. And being intimidated of people who throw around impressive sounding words is a weakness that I am working on. 

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? 

Use sparingly and with good reason. It should be short and explained later or clear from context. 

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter on message boards back in the fucking day. Thankfully none of it exists anywhere anymore. 

What's your favourite fic you've written?

This is such a sappy answer and I’m so sorry. My favorite things have been written for and because of people I love and care about. When I read them, I’m not just reading the story, but remembering the relationships I’ve made and how important they are. 

So, my top three fics for THAT reason: 

1. Cheating the Dread Wolf - written for @blarfkey who inspired the idea and ruthlessly encouraged me to make it happen. This fic was so healing for me because it heavily features Fatherhood within it - and I lost my father in June 2020. I don’t know if I’d have been able to do it without her and it was so important for me to do. 

2. Gambits and Countergambits - written with @jarakrisafis and the culmination of a years worth of gifting shit back and forth and crafting a shared universe. The worldbuilding, smut, relationships, EVERYTHING about this fic is so deeply and passionately cared about by both of us and to our knowledge it is completely, totally unique.  

3. Relentless, Ridiculous, and Rakish - one of my only primarily gen-fics focusing on a forming brother/sister relationship between Maria Cadash and @tuffypelly‘s Otsar Adaar. I very much enjoyed writing it for her <3 

And then my overall favorite fic: 

The Viscount’s Mistress: I have a lot of opinions about how fanfiction treats the anchor’s meltdown and the aftermath. It’s one of the things in DAI that resonated with me SO much as someone who lives with chronic pain and a disability. I loved the fact my OC was in the same shoes and STILL saving the world. This is very much a fic that explores all the dark sides of trauma, pain, and the mental health effects of it. But it ends on a happy and hopeful note.  

[dripkingpetey]

give me a chance-j.virtanen

a/n:this took me way longer than it should’ve but I've just had no motivation for writing lol (watch me not post another fic for the longest time-)

1910 words

“Y/n, I bet you’re the only girl that’s ever turned Jake down.” Brock said to you over the loud sounds of people talking in the background of the bar and he wasn’t wrong, any girl who Jake has every approached or even talked to would be falling in love with him right away but not you. You always used the excuses like “I’ve known him for too long, it would be weird.” Or “I just don’t want anything with anyone right now,” But all of that just made Jake want you more.

“He’s not wrong.” The young swede sitting to the left of you chimed in. “I’ve never seen anyone turn Jake down, you must have some anti Jake gene in you or something.” The three of you bursted laughing at Elias’ words before you took a sip of your drink. “I don’t know, I want something serious and I know Jake can’t give me that.” You said quietly but Brock and Elias definitely heard you as they exchanged a look to each other.

Jake came back to the area that all of you were seated and nuzzled his face into your shoulder, clearly very drunk. “Hey,” He grinned while slowly closing his eyes as he couldn’t help but drift off to sleep.

“Are you sure you guys don’t have something going on? Secretly fucking or friends with benefits?” Brock joked quietly, looking at you rubbing Jakes back and comforting him. “Seems like you and petey are the ones that are secretly fucking.” You commented at Brocks words and his face immediately turned red. 

By the next morning you had completely forgotten what you had said last night, the only thing occupying your head was the pounding headache from your hangover. “Hey,” Jake grinned while taking a sip of water in his kitchen and that was when you realized you had fallen asleep on his couch last night. “You’re creepy, were you watching me sleep?” You joked and threw a pillow at him. “For your information, I was not. I actually need to get ready for practice.”

“Do you mind taking care of Bruce and Donny today? I forgot they had to go to the groomers.” Jake asked nicely knowing you would say yes. “Yes, but only if you hangout with me tonight.” You smiled at him as he nodded. “Count me in, okay I really gotta go get ready.” Jake pulled you in for a hug and a light kiss on the head before he rushed to get ready, you waited till Jake left to get ready for the day. You had clothes there from spending time over there so much so you grabbed a pair of leggings and your favourite hoodie of Jakes before you hopped in the shower.

You ran some errands before you had to pick the dogs up from the groomer, you sat them in the backseat before taking a photo of you and the dogs to show Jake you had picked them up.

i got the boys :) 

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Is that my sweater?

maybeee

I’ll be home soon, should I pick up dinner?

nope, i already planned what we’re doing for dinner

You started putting away the groceries and grabbed the ingredients you needed for dinner, you decided to make burgers and salad for dinner since you knew it was Jakes favourite meal and he was dying to try out the new grill he purchased the other day. 

“Hey.” Jake whispered right by your ear which made you jump while preparing the salad. “I already knew you were here,” “Yeah but you still got scared.” Jake chuckled at you and sat on the stool for the kitchen island. “What’s for dinner?” Jake raised an eyebrow at you before you pulled out the hamburger patties. “Burgers, you get to use the grill that you’ve been dying to use.” You smiled as Jakes eyes immediately lit up. “Oh god, you are a literal man-child.” You sighed with a chuckle.

-

Since Jake was gone on a road trip, you went over to his house to take care of his dogs and the house, it was the second game of their road trip when Jake got his injury.

You couldn’t help but sigh as you saw Jake get hit, he was against Dallas when Jamie Oleksiak collided with Jake. But the sigh quickly turned into fear when Jake was struggling to get up. “Oh shit.” You mumbled to yourself as the refs whistled and the trainer went on to help him. Jake slipped a little but got off the ice quickly with the help of Bo and Brock.

You watched the replays of the hit that they were showing on tv before you texted Jake.

i watched the game, call me when you can please.

You were half asleep when Jake called you, you quickly woke up from the call and answered.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Your voice was sleepy and Jake could tell. “Hey, I’m okay. Sorry did I wake you up?” Hearing Jakes voice made you calm down. “No, no its okay.” You mumbled, half asleep which made Jake chuckle. “I’ll be home tomorrow.” Jake quickly realized you weren’t listening when he heard your light little snores. “I love you” He whispered before hanging up to fall asleep as well.

You woke up early next morning and cleaned up around the house and  waited for him to come home. “Oh god I look like a mess.” You mumbled as you saw a glimpse of yourself in the window.  You quickly tried to fix your hair and outfit but quickly gave up and changed into a set of Jakes clothes along with a messy bun.

“Hey.” Jake said cheekily as he flopped himself on top on you, wincing a little from his injury. “Hey,” You mumbled quietly, now realizing you were asleep. “You’re home.” You grinned. “Would be better if it was our home though,” Jake winked as he whispered into your ear. “Jake,” You sighed as he kissed your cheek. “Y/n, just kiddinggg.” Jake said as he dragged on the ‘g’ and sat up on the couch.

“How was your trip? Well other than the injury.” You asked but quickly realized it wasn’t a good question to ask him. “The trip was pretty fun, but did you know the doctor actually said that cuddling will help out my concussion and my injuries?” Jake smirked as you looked up at him. “Oh really?” You teased, moving your body onto Jakes and burying your face in his chest while you traced the tattoos on his arm with your fingers. “Yeah, just like that.” Jake chuckled and rested his face into the top of your head.

-

Jake didn’t want anything super special for his birthday this year, just a little party at his place with close friends, which was surprising since Jake was a party guy.

“Morning, birthday boy.” You grinned over FaceTime to a half asleep Jake. “Hey.” Jake mumbled, pulling his blanket up to his head. “What do you want?”

“Woah, woah. I’m just trying to be nice and wish you a happy birthday,” You defended yourself as Jake laughed. “I’m just kidding, thank you y/n.”

You ended the call shortly after to go get ready for the day since Jake kept on whining about wanting to go back to sleep. 

You snuck into Jakes house with your spare key, setting down the breakfast you had picked up from his favourite cafe. You tippy toed quietly up the stairs to Jakes room, trying not to wake him up yet. Sneaking into Jakes bed and cuddling up behind him. “Hey.” You mumbled against Jakes neck before giving him a kiss there. “Y/n?” Jake mumbled, chuckling a little. “How did you get in?” 

“I have your key dummy.” You laughed, starting to play with Jakes hair and you knew he loved it. “I brought you your favourite breakfast.” You smiled as you saw the smile grow on Jakes face as well. “You did?” “Yep its in the kitchen,” Jake jumped up out go bed and headed downstairs as you sighed and laid in his bed for awhile.

Before you knew it, you had dozed off to sleep. Groaning as you woke up to the loud music playing downstairs combined with the sound of people talking. Making sure you looked presentable and awake before going downstairs.

“Hey, you’re up!” Jake exclaimed as you walked downstairs and greeted everyone, realizing that Jake was already very drunk. “The drinks are in the kitchen if you want one.” Jake grinned with his visible rosy cheeks. “Thank you.” You smiled at Jake and made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a red bull and taking a big sip so you can pour way too much vodka in the can than needed. 

Completely tipsy and almost drunk, you found yourself sitting on top of Jakes lap with your face inches away from his. Jake softly but his hand on your cheek and you leaned in as well, realizing what you were doing and pulled away.

“Why won’t you give me a chance?” Jake whined at you pulling your face away from his. “Jake.” You mumbled quietly. “No, don’t give me that ‘Jake’ bullshit. Give me a reason.” “Its not that I don’t feel the same way about you, I do, but I don’t know what you want out of this and I want something serious, not one of your casual Friday night hookups, I want an actual relationship but I don’t think you want that.” You finally let it all out, the things you’ve been whining about to Brock and Elias, he finally knew. 

It took Jake a moment to process what you said especially under the influence, but he tried to sober up before he could say anything else. “Just give me a chance y/n, I promise I can be the serious relationship you want.” You sighed at his words, knowing you needed another sip of alcohol before you could do anything else. “Tell me that in the morning Jake, when you’re sober.” You stood up and left the living room so you didn’t have to see the disappointed look on Jakes face, finding yourself in his bedroom and changing into Jakes clothes so you could drift off to sleep. 

You woke up to Jake wanting to talk about last night immediately but you somehow successfully persuaded him to let you wake up and have a cup of coffee.“I know I haven’t had the best reputation with long-term relationships but I wanna try, with you. So just please, can we work this out?” Jake said quietly, he’s never had to do stuff like this before and you could tell he was taking it seriously. “You know how this is gonna end if it doesn’t go well right? I need you and I can’t lose you.” You said quietly, afraid to make any eye contact with him because you were tearing up at the thought of losing him.

“Then I won’t let it go bad.” Jake sat closer to you and tucked the loose strands of your hair behind your ear and he noticed the tears. 

“You promise?” You mumbled, looking up at him. “I promise y/n.” Jake said while smiling lightly at you before you pressed your lips onto his and you could’ve sworn the kiss was out of a movie, it was perfect.

[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

Ashfâkh

Wow, I’ve been sitting on this chapter for awhile due to the fact that Estel had suddenly revealed an insecurity I didn’t even know she had...  (I’m going to be brutally honest right now.  When people say that author’s have complete control over their characters, they are lying.  As an author, I should have control over Estel, but I really don’t.  Honestly, I legit feel like I have a toddler.)  That is what is going on right now.  You guys will get the whole story about Estel and her stubbornness in the next chapter since it ties in with it, but for now, I’ll just let you read this piece... 

Part 25 of ‘A Deep Misunderstanding’.  Link to Series Masterlist.

Thorin falls for a Dwarrowdame raised by Elves, and tries to make know his feelings, but accidentally offends her, which leads to another and another misunderstanding between the two.

Based off of @immawriteyouthings​ ‘Falling Stars’

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OC(s) Used: Estel

Word Count:  1,391

Warning(s): Swear words.

Translation(s): Ashfâkh:  Doubt

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WHAT?!  Was I hearing him right or had I gone crazy?  Surely I had not just heard him ask me to marry him--rather bluntly at that--today?!

I stared at the dark-haired Dwarrow before me, trying to process his hoarse words.  "WHAT?"  I gasped breathlessly, trying to calm my pounding heart.  

What a funny little thing it was, taking his words so seriously when he couldn't possibly mean them.  Eru, the Dwarrow was so sleep-deprived that he was delusional!  Yes, that was it.  He wasn't in his right mind...

"Marry me today, Estel."  Thorin repeated quietly, his steely eyes hesitantly flickering over my face.  

I searched wildly for a reply; anything to distract him.  "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"  I asked weakly, trying desperately to keep my voice normal.  "You have to be really tired, Amrâlimê..."

Thorin's brow began to furrow as he looked at me; lips parting ever-so-slightly.  "You do not wish to marry me?"  He questioned, uncertainty tinging his words. 

I shook my head quickly, "no, no...  I do want to marry you, Thorin, but right now?  Today?  Out in the middle of nowhere?  I think you just need to get some rest.  You're obviously very tired if you're talking like this..."  I said, avoiding his heavy gaze.

A gentle hand cupped my chin and raised my gaze up to sapphire blue pools.  "I assure you, Estel, I'm thinking quite clearly.  Ask any of the others and they will tell you that I am not one to take such a life-changing decision so lightly."  He murmured in a low voice, and I swallowed hard.

"But why?  Why ask me now?  Why can it not wait till Erebor is reclaimed?"  I asked, and Thorin's gaze grew solemn.  

"I don't know exactly why.  It just seems like the right thing to do."  He said slowly; eyes flickering across my features.  "I just have this feeling..."  

I pulled away from Thorin, rising to my feet and looking down at him as I played with my fingers.  "I don't know about this...  We've only known each other for a little over half a year, Thorin.  And we've been courting for maybe 3 months at the most.  Doesn't this just seem a bit fast to you?"  I asked quietly, and Thorin rose to his feet, looking down at me with a sorrowful expression.

"Estel, I have thought over this for many a night.  I did not take asking you to marry me lightly in the slightest.  There's just this feeling inside me..."  He muttered, gaze dropping down to the ground.

"Just let me think over it, alright?  I promise that I'll give you an answer by tonight, Thorin."  I whispered, giving him a small smile.

Thorin hesitated, looking at me with a sorrowful look in his eyes.  "Of course..."  He murmured, nodding slowly.  "Estel, once we reclaim Erebor, we will have a proper wedding with whatever you desire.  A ceremony for our whole kingdom to participate in.  If that is something that bothers you, don't worry over it."  He said quickly, and I laughed hollowly.

"That isn't something that troubles me, Thorin."  I replied, "just let me think over it."

"If I had asked you once we reclaimed Erebor, would you have said yes?"  The sudden, vulnerable question startled me for a moment and I stared at Thorin.  "If we had been courting longer, would you have accepted?"

I took a deep breath, blinking back the sudden rush of tears.  "In a heartbeat."

"Than what is the difference now?  We have already seen the worst sides of each other..."  Thorin said with a harsh laugh as he tried to hide the hurt my hesitance was causing him.  "It is not as if we are complete strangers."

I nervously traced the tattoo on my hand, thinking over Thorin's words.  Eru, he spoke the truth.  We already knew each other almost as well as we were going to.  Being on a quest and going from enemies to lovers did that.  But I still just couldn't shake the lingering doubts that we just wouldn't work together.

"Would it help if we both spoke with Balin?  Have him judge whether or not we are rushing things?"  Thorin asked desperately, and I shrugged my shoulders.  What could it hurt?  

"Sure."  I answered quietly, and Thorin was quickly off in search of the white-haired Dwarrow.  

~~~~

"It is a bit unusual to have a shorter courtship, but I do agree that you both know each other quite well.  Better than most courting couples, I wager."  Balin murmured contemplatively, and Thorin gave me a look.

"See, it is not worrisome to be marrying so soon, Amrâlimê."  He soothed, but I shook my head, bringing a frown to his bearded features.  "What is wrong then?"  

I took a trembling breath, tightly clasping my hands together.  "What if we just don't work out together?  Right now it might seem as if we are perfect together, but what if a few years down the road, we find that maybe we just don't fit as well as we thought?  What will we do then?  Split apart and carry the weight of the heartbreak for the rest of our lives?  It is just wiser to wait."  I murmured tremulously; a tear slipping down my cheek as my emotions swirled around me.  

I did not want to end up like my Naneth; forced to leave her husband and endure that heartbreak because he wasn't the man she thought he was.  

"Estel," Thorin whispered gently, pulling me close to his chest and wrapping his arms around me.  "You are the only Dwarrowdame for me.  Dwarves only love once in their lives, and that love endures until death and beyond.  I would never leave you of my own free will.  Even then, it would take Death himself to pull me from your side."  He murmured into my hair, voice cracking slightly with emotion.

I buried my face into the warm fur of his coat, breathing in the reassuring scent of worn leather and sweat.  "Elves only love once, but my Naneth and her husband split apart because their differences...  I don't want to end up like her."  I choked out haltingly, and Thorin ran a calming hand up and down my back.

"But did she not also say that it was better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all?"  He asked quietly, and I nodded against his broad chest, remembering that dark night after I had woken up screaming from another nightmare.  Thorin had held me close and listened as I chattered nonsense in an attempt to calm myself.  

"Yes, but I am scared..."  I responded, voice muffled by the gamey-smelling pelt lining his coat.  "I'm scared of losing you."

Thorin's grip tightened around me.  "I'm afraid you'll never be rid of me, Amrâlimê...  Even when you want me gone, I'll still be around."  He said teasingly, prompting a quiet laugh from me.

"Have you figured it all out?"  Balin's voice awoke us to his presence, and I raised my head to look over at the Dwarrow I had forgotten was there.

"Yes."  I said quietly, a hesitant smile winding across my face.  Balin grinned back, nodding.

"And are you going to marry this royal pain in the arse?"  He asked, and I laughed aloud at his unusual coarseness.

"Yes," I giggled.  Eru, Thorin's expression was priceless.  

"Royal pain in the arse?  What are you talking about?!"  He asked indignantly, looking between me and Balin with a disgruntled expression.

"Nothing, just a little conversation between me and Dwalin earlier.  I didn't know you were listening in."  I giggled, waving off his indignant protests before addressing Balin.

The aforementioned Dwarrow just shrugged, grinning broadly.  "The conversation was too good to miss."  He said with a wink before turning to look at the seething Thorin.  "Now, me and the lass need to have a private discussion.  You go find your nephews and clean yourself up.  It wouldn't do for the King to get married with such filthy ears as you have..."  He said, plastering on a scandalized expression before motioning for me to follow him.

I tried--and failed--to stifle my laughter at Thorin's horrified exclamation that followed us as we strode away from him.

"FILTHY EARS?!"

[lizacstuff]

Anon asks: SCK Fragman 38 speculation

(Asks under the cut)

Anonymous said: Do you think they're getting married this next episode? idk if the tattoos were confirmation

I think it’s possible? But I also think it’s entirely possible that they get the tattoos as a symbol of their love and a promise of sorts that they are through messing around, but they’re not actually married yet.  Frankly, they already gave us all the wedding hoopla with these two, I’m absolutely fine with an elopement or quick courthouse style wedding, or just a couple of witnesses in a garden. Whatever they want! Let’s just get her done.

Also... I know I said it before, but I’m just in love with the idea of these tattoos. Such a great solution to their ring issue. 

Anonymous said: Thoughts on all these twitter theories from the “sick” line in the fragman?

- it’s about piril and engins kid bc basak and anil filmed in the hospital, and piril was hit by a car in 36 and in 37 she had that moment where she clutched her abdomen and had to sit down

- it’s a flashback serkan has to when his brother alp was sick

- serkan is sick and it’s a way to reveal Kemal as his bio dad (blood or organ donation)

- serkan is sick and it’s a way to reveal eda is pregnant when they draw blood from her to donate

That fragman could be hinting at so many things, and it very well could have been misleading. So lets take each theory in turn. 

“it’s about piril and engins kid bc basak and anil filmed in the hospital, and piril was hit by a car in 36 and in 37 she had that moment where she clutched her abdomen and had to sit down”

Very possible. Engin thinking something had happened to Piril two eps ago did feel like foreshadowing, almost preparing the audience for something. It would be so heartbreaking if she loses the baby, and seems too dark for this show, but it is something that happens to millions of women, so we’ll see.

Also can you imagine after the way Piril stuck by Selin, if Piril lost her baby, and she then witnesses Selin using her baby as a pawn to get revenge on Serkan and Eda?  I’d like to see Piril and Engin’s reaction to that. Though again I think that’s pretty dark, especially for the side couple. 

- it’s a flashback serkan has to when his brother alp was sick

I think this is a very good guess. Serkan probably will see a doctor after he passed out, and if it is another panic attack brought on by the stress of losing Eda, I could see a doctor telling him if he wants to move past the panic attacks, he needs to get at the root of his abandonment issues, which all lead back to his brother’s death. That could be why he’s getting out a box of his things and reading that letter.  So I could very well see a flashback happening to Alp’s diagnosis.

- serkan is sick and it’s a way to reveal Kemal as his bio dad (blood or organ donation)

I’m honestly fully onboard with Kemal as Serkan’s bio dad.  I hear a lot of people poopooing the idea because of opportunity, but I think they told us when it could have happened. In their first meeting, (unless my subs were bad) Aydan mentioned that Kemal had returned once to apologize for standing her up when they were young and going to run away together. I assume that was the window. Kemal showed up years later (after Alp was born) to apologize.. they had a fling and there’s the opportunity for Serkan to be his son. 

Though, to me, if they’re doing something with Serkan’s health it’s got to be related to the plane crash. The chest clutching since he’s been back is concerning, plus wasn’t his hand shaking at one point? So I don’t see him having some serious underlying issue that’s unrelated. This guy does not shy away from going to the doctor and was just in the hospital for probably over a month recovering, so you’d think if there was anything wrong before, we’d know it.  Unless the plane crash acerbated something that’s genetic? And/or requires a match like bone marrow or kidney. I suppose they could give Serkan some rare blood type and that would be something applicable to most any ailment. We shall see. 

- serkan is sick and it’s a way to reveal eda is pregnant when they draw blood from her to donate

This one I think is the least likely. It’s been very fuzzy how much time has passed, but at the minimum 3 months since they were supposed to get married and were having sex, so if Eda were pregnant I think she would have noticed the signs by now.  

Anonymous said: Liza, I know they won’t kill Serkan, but could you reassure me that they won’t? I’ve followed you since Once and you were always good at reassuring.

Ha! I remember making lists of all the reasons they would never kill Hook. 

THEY WON’T KILL SERKAN.

And I’m even more certain of this than I ever was of them not killing Hook, and I was damn certain then. 

There is literally not ONE reason for this show to exist without Eda and Serkan. Not one. This is their love story, and really, storyline wise, the show should have ended awhile ago, and the only reason they keep it going is to keep Hande and Kerem on screen together, making their magic. Seriously, that’s the only reason.

You see how Serkan dying would be counter to that, right?  And if the show were about to end, trust me, there is nothing in it for anyone to have a tragic ending. This started as a romantic comedy, and will end as one, with a happily ever after. And if you’re still nervous, trust this, the production company is still hopeful to sell it into even more foreign markets, especially English language ones, a surprise tragic, twist ending that gets vilified on social media (and trust me this fandom is huge, vocal and capable) would really hurt those chances. 

So even if we’re headed into a bad diagnosis for Serkan, he will be fine in the end, it will just be something for him and Eda to fight through. I promise. 

Anonymous said: thoughts on that wonderfully beautiful fragman? i was watching with hearts in my eyes and then read the translations.. poor serkan!! if it really isn't misleading i definitely think it's some consequence of the plane crash. but, we are secure in what kind of show this is and the full knowledge that it's not a drama and no one is gonna actually die, i'm excited for the potential this storyline is gonna give us!! (esp with the return of the old writers)

I can’t wait to see that rain scene, and the after-the-rain scene and their motorcycle ride. The fragman was very beautiful, but it also felt very poignant and a little melancholy.

It’s interesting with the announcement that the second writing team was back, there were tidbits from several legit entertainment-type reporters yesterday that the show was going back to it’s roots being funny and entertaining.  So a terrible diagnosis for one of the current characters, especially the romantic leading man, doesn’t really fit with that. 

It the writers hadn’t changed I’d be more concerned, not about a character dying, just about the show leaning into some big sort of health-related melodrama.  But I think whatever might be happening will be in service to the plot.  As far as Serkan having a health-scare related to the crash, as I said above it’s very plausible. I mean what are the chances that a man survives a plane crash, is fished out of the sea, spends weeks in a hospital, gets amnesia and is perfectly fine 3-4 months later with no other repercussion? Doesn’t seem possible! 

Anonymous said: Liza, the second set of writers is really coming back! We might actually get comeuppance for Selin!

YESS!!!!! Please. I had completely lost hope with the last set of writers who seemed hellbent on normalizing her behavior.  Look I’d be fine with a 3 minute conversation where Serkan tells her that he knows she’s a manipulative liar and the baby is not his, that he wants her out of their lives for good, and that if she ever comes near Eda ever again he will personally destroy her. 

Is that so much to ask?

Though I’d like her to be humiliated in front of the rest of the team. Just so everyone knows what kind of psycho she is and no one in Edser’s orbit is tempted to give her another chance ever again. 

It will be interesting to see how this plays out.  With the news that Sarp Can (Deniz) is COVID positive, he obviously won’t be back on set anytime soon. They could probably get some VO from him if necessary, for a phone convo, but I’m gonna guess he’s done on screen. 

It’s time to write both characters out! 

As for the 22-23, 25-30 writers coming back, that is the best news I’ve had in ages.  They weren’t perfect, but the things they did well, they did really, really well. Their comedy, romantic scenes, heartfelt dialogue, accurate characterizations and penchant for sizzling scenes that “break the Turkish family structure” will all be most welcome. I’m really excited for the first time in ages. 

Anonymous said: Very interesting that the fragman did not address the Selin baby drama at all. It focused solely on Edser which was a welcome change while at the same time has me a bit nervous for the angst & drama no doubt headed our way. But if Eda & Serkan are together for good now to face the challenges coming then I cannot wait to watch. The last episode was so well done but Eda & Serkan were both near their breaking points for different reasons & you just felt awful for both of them. Really glad that the engagement did not happen and the show focused on the fallout from Serkan’s amnesia. And even had the side characters addressing how difficult things have been for Eda and that she might need some time before picking things back up with Serkan! Looking forward to the resolution of the baby story/exit of Selin and seeing Eda & Serkan heal together.

I hope that the fact that nothing Selin-related was addressed in the fragman means that we finally have people in charge who understand that we are so damned fatigued of Selin that featuring her an active deterrent for viewers.  Also I haven’t seen any evidence that Bige has been on set for 38. That doesn’t mean she hasn’t, it’s still possible, but it is encouraging that the ep will be  light on Selin. 

As far as the drama and angst, I think there’s more headed our way, however I’m hopeful it will be the good kind and not the kind that made us really uncomfortable and want to tear our hair out during the Selin/Deniz era. We know that Eda and Serkan must decide to stay together (spending time together, ring finger tattoos) so the point of the pregnancy storyline is done. When Eda found out Selin was pregnant, it gave Selin the chance for one last Hail Mary pass, and she took it, trying to break them up, but it failed. So it’s usefulness is over. She can’t keep the charade going because of Deniz, and because once Serkan has time to calm down and think, he’ll realize that any time in Slovania where he was so injured that it’s possible he doesn’t remember, he also would have been too physically incapacitated to do anything of the sort. 

As for Eda needing some time, yes, things in 36 were just too easy for Serkan in terms of the fallout from his amnesic behavior. Episode 37 made him work for it and I think come to terms with the fact that, Selin manipulations or no, there’s work to do and things he needs to atone for.  Putting her first throughout the episode, and showering her with love, was a good start. 

Anonymous said: The conversations Selin had with Eda, Serkan and Aydan in this episode had my blood boiling. Someone stop this psycho! The unnecessary hole digging was real, my god. I don't care if she's pregnant, don't hold Eda back this time and let her fight this snake. Let everyone fight her! If she's lying to Deniz now, he can fight her too.

I know, she reached new levels of abusive manipulation.  They better be planning a comeuppance, if she’s just allowed to leave with people waving goodbye, I will scream.  The Aydan conversation with her posing the question about abortion was something else. It came across to me more as a threat. Like... I’m thinking about doing this, if you don’t want my decision to be your fault, you better stay on the right side of me. 

The Eda and Serkan stuff goes without saying. It still floors me that she’s willing to pretend like she raped him (if he can’t remember because he was that injured and foggy, then it’s impossible for him to have given consent.) rather than just giving up and living the truth.  

Anonymous said: Like I get it (kind of) but I am so sick of watching Serkan be nice to Selin. Very much looking forward to Serkan chewing her out for how much she hurt Eda with this fake Serkan baby daddy story when she is exposed. I get that Serkan feels he is to blame for calling her to Slovenia in the first place & essentially in his mind giving her hope of them being together but he needs to stop excusing her horrible behavior from there. No decent person would take advantage of that situation the way she did. It seems like the only way that Selin will have an epic fall is if Deniz decides to fight for the kid he knows must be his and tell Eda everything. Going to be tough for her to believe initially but it will have to start making sense once she thinks back on things and then if the photos surface then she will know it must be true.

Agreed. I get Serkan’s guilt, and it actually shows what a good person he is, but he needs to get over it.  Because seriously, all Selin was obligated to do when she got his call was to hang up, and then dial one of the following: his mother, his father, his fiancé or best friend/business partner Engin. That’s it. Call them and say, hey, Serkan’s alive, this is where you’ll find him. But NOPE! Instead she decided to fly there, manipulate him, keep him hidden and try to use it to get back with him. She made him beholden to her, just another in the long line of brainwashing and manipulation. Her flying to his bedside was the wrong thing to do, and it would be great if someone beside Eda recognized that. 

Anonymous said: Even though Selin is the worst and I just cannot wait for her to finally be unmasked as the manipulator she is, I am really looking forward to Edser in the next episode. Eda taking care of Serkan after he passes out, the two of them reaffirming their commitment to each other with the tattoos & possible elopement, Eda reassuring Serkan that she will be at his side even if the kid turns out to be his and also the two of them working together to get to the truth. So darn excited! And if the spoilers are right that Deniz tells Eda the truth and Serkan sees the photos from Ferit then I will be so happy. It is time for Selin to go for good!

SELIN MUST GO. Yes, I think as soon as the news that Selin is pregnant and trying to pass it off as Serkan’s brain-fog baby, Ferit will unleash the photos. (if it’s him that has them).  

I just want Selin and Deniz gone so we can focus on other things. Their presence on this show is a energy drain, and I want to focus on rain frolicking, motorcycles and bed sharing!!!!!  

Anonymous said: I'm so glad that we had a scene of Serkan telling Eda that even without his memories he fell in love with her again, he just couldn't admit it. Serkan has an interesting perspective on the memory loss part of their lives where I think he almost feels too guilty about it all and just wants to move past it. I've noticed that in his dialogues in 36 & 37 where he wants to leave it in the past and basically do his all to make it all up to her in the present and future.

I think this is very well observed. He definitely was trying to leave the past in the past, but honestly I think that’s just laziness on the part of the old writers, not wanting to have to have a reckoning for all the things they had him say or do. Since the writers decided to go that way, I could buy it’s because Serkan feels too guilty about it all. We know how much he loathes making mistakes or being wrong or owing apologies. If that’s what they wanted to do, it would have gone a long way if they’d shown a bit more of him blaming himself, especially in 36. 

I was also very happy that Serkan came out and said that he’s fallen in love with her again. My only thing is I wish if they were going to do that, they would have thrown a little more detail in the dialogue. Like Serkan admitting to her that he started thinking about her all the time as soon as he returned and met her, maybe admit that he slept on his office couch clutching her wedding invitation.  A couple of things like that would have been very nice for Eda to hear. 

Anonymous said: SCK sure loves creating difficult situations for Eda & Serkan. I really felt for Serkan in the last episode especially since he was back to being the romantic robot we all love. He so baldly wants to make up for lost time with Eda that he rushes ahead with the proposal and then gets crushed when she rejects him. And then spends most of the episode frantically trying to figure out what is going on with her and trying to show her how much he loves her. I was really happy though that the show addressed a few different times how awful the last few months have been for Eda and it also made Serkan address it. His plan to just forget about everything and move forward did not happen. Loved that the side characters stepped up to remind him of everything he & Selin put Eda through. Not so crazy that the show decided to use Selin’s pregnancy as the plot device to get Serkan to finally realize “oh yeah, what happened since my accident is a very big deal & now I have to face it & come to terms with it” but still glad it happened. Selin is obviously so much more in the wrong than Serkan but let’s hope her downfall takes place in the next episode.

All of this.  I think you’re exactly right, Serkan tried to brush past everything and I’m glad that finally the other characters stepped up a little to help make him see that he had more work to do. Special shout out to Seyfi for his sassy comment about Serkan almost marrying another woman. And finally Piril was useful and acted like a friend, the first time she had since he returned.  

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What’s In a Name: 5 - J. Toews

Chapter 5

Where we left off: Jon and the Blackhawks won the 2015 Stanley Cup and he elects to celebrate with Bekah at home vs. going out on the town.

Warnings: smut, language

Word Count: 3,405  (felt way longer when I wrote it)

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Titles.

It’s hard to title something when you just don’t know what to call it or admit to it honestly. Bekah loved watching Jon and his team regain the title of champions. It gave him this energy as they enjoyed the time they spent together. Bekah was nervous when Jon told her his family was going to come over. They decided having dinner in was better than out since the entire city was electrified after the win. With that his family came over for dinner the night after the win but everyone kept the conversation more to the week’s plans of celebrating and not Jon and Bekah’s connection. Bekah wondered if Jon asked them not to discuss it or was it just not an issue for them? She observed the Toews family more than anything.

A phone call changed all that was planned when Bekah had to leave before the city celebrations for the cup. Jon knew he couldn’t beg her to stay when her boss called needing her back early and gave her the vacation days back times two. Bekah promised to use them all on him as she kissed him hard before heading into Midway and back to Ohio. Her presence was missed as he hoisted the cup for the thousands of fans who lined the streets and packed into Soldier Field. With so many eyes on him he really only wanted hers right there next to him. Then just like that he was back home in Winnipeg and their text and phone conversations continued like normal.

By the end of the summer, Jon and Bekah were laying in bed in his Chicago home when they decided just not to label it. The months between her leaving after the cup and his training camp starting they found a few times to see each other. He made a couple trips to Columbus on the way to or from vacations and work requirements. Bekah found herself on a plane a few times for a weekend in Chicago when he was there. He mentioned his days with the cup but then dropped it after she started talking about a major project. He also wondered if the spotlight of his career was part of it. He never spoke the words to her but it was almost constantly in the back of his mind. They enjoyed the time together but their lives didn’t quite mesh once the season started and they both knew it.

What the two couldn’t deny was that the sex was amazing and the friendship they built was different than any relationship they had with anyone else. Bekah was a complete open book with Jon. He knew the completely unfiltered Bekah even more than her own family or even Brynn. Jon confided in her in ways even he was shocked by sometimes. She wasn’t caught up in the fame of his world and venting about all of it seemed easier with her. Yet, at the end of the day, being in a defined relationship just wasn’t realistic so they decided friendship was perfectly fine.

Finding time throughout the season was rough. It added to the fact that a friendship would be the only thing that would work. Bekah had a big project for Christmas and Jon had the flu during All-star break. The timing just didn’t work and the tension was felt by both once the end of the season rolled in.

Jon: are you coming to the game tonight?

The Blue Jackets were playing the Blackhawks and Bekah was already at Brynn’s waiting for her to go.

Bekah: Maybe...

Jon: are you wearing your CBJ sweater or mine?

Bekah: I said maybe, Tae.

Jon: I know you are coming. I just need to know if I need to look for that stupid thirds sweater or the far superior one you own.

Bekah pulls her lip into her teeth to contain the smile.

Jon: that’s mine. I think you know what I’m hoping to see 😉

“That’s Jon isn’t it?” Brynn emerged from her bedroom with her self-deemed lucky Blue Jackets sweatshirt on. “Are you telling him you are betraying our friendship and wearing that?” Brynn’s face contorts looking at her best friend in a Blackhawks jersey curled up on her couch.

“Rin!” Bekah huffs out.

“What? Our team....excuse me, my team needs as much cheering as possible. It’s been a rough season and today is our last game and Chicago already made the playoffs,” she gives her bestie a sly smile, “but I get it.” Brynn flutters around her home before finally getting in Bekah’s car.

Bekah’s phone buzzes as her and Brynn enter Nationwide Arena.

Jon: I’m skating during warmups but I’m a healthy scratch. Just don’t want you to worry.

Bekah cusses and Brynn looks over and mouths what?

“Well, maybe I should have worn something else?” Bekah flashes the text to Brynn as they walk.

“Greeeeaaattt. They are resting him because this game doesn’t matter. He will be in the press box then.” Brynn points up as they stand at the top of their section.

Warmups start and Bekah crosses her legs tight when Jon’s eyes meet hers. It had been months since the two saw each other in person and while she thought the desire to be under him was gone, by the look on both of their faces you could tell that just wasn’t true.

“You two are eye fucking each other with an audience.” Brynn whispers into Bekah’s ear.

“What? No. Rin. We are friends.” Bekah feels the flush coming to her cheeks.

“Friendship my ass...” Brynn says under her breath as the teams skate off.

Jon: I can see you, Beks

Bekah: what? When you were on the ice?

Jon: Now. I might be in the rafters but you are in a sea of blue with my jersey on. Still looks smokin’ hot on you.

Jon: from every angle 😉

Jon sends a picture of Bekah and Brynn from his seat. Bekah turns around and looks up. She can see the top of his head leaning out the box.

Bekah: I see you too.

Jon: Can I see you tonight please?

Bekah: I guess.

Jon: I’ll meet you in the lobby after the game.

“I’m guessing I’m riding home with Derek?” Brynn leans into Bekah at the end of the game.

“Yeah.” Bekah feels the warmth return to her cheeks.

The game ended and Bekah found herself standing in the Blackhawks team hotel’s lobby waiting for Jon. Pacing and attempting to take in the surroundings. She was glad she had a decent t-shirt on under her jersey because looking like a fan girl waiting for the team was not a look she was going for. Especially after how long it had been since she was face to face with Jon without plexiglass between them.

“Hey Beks.” Jon’s voice whispers from behind her. She jumps and turns.

“Tae! Long time, no see.” She goes to hug him and he catches her lips in his with his hands on her face. Releasing her face he slides one of his hands into hers and leads Bekah up to his room.

Jon pinned her to the door as he locked it in place. “Sorry I didn’t play tonight.” Jon sucks on the spot behind Bekah’s ear.

“Sorry your team didn’t win.” Bekah laughs as she runs her hands up the inside of his suit coat. Pulling at his shirt.

“Well it looked like your team lost from your outfit choice. Speaking of, where is it?” Jon pulls his finger along the collar of Bekah’s shirt.

“In my car. Didn’t want to seem like a fan girl waiting for you in the lobby or...what do they call the girls who just want to sleep with the players?”

“Bunnies. And damnit Beks, you are not any of those things that’s for sure.” Jon lifts Bekah up by her thighs and she whimpers.

“It’s been awhile Jon...” Bekah whispers in his ear her voice unsteady.

“I know. I’ve missed you and this.” He doesn’t let up pressing her against the door.

“I mean you are the last man I’ve slept with.” Bekah admits biting at her lip. Jon leans back to look her in the eyes. Her hazel green eyes looking for something.

“You think you aren’t the last woman I’ve been with?” Jon kisses her lips then pulls back making sure she’s hearing the words he’s saying. “Beks. I’ve only slept with you since the All-Star game in 15.”

“Seriously? But we aren’t...” Jon kisses her lips in desperation.

“Beks. Yes.” He kisses her again and she moans in his mouth. “Can we please get undressed? I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for way too long.” Jon carries Bekah to the bed and undresses her slowly. Taking time to praise her body and kiss every inch of exposed skin. Bekah does the same as he hovers above her. Loving the way that Jon’s muscles tighten under her touch. The connection between them is undeniable. Words no longer needed to find the perfect spot. The night is long and slow taking their time and enjoying each climax together.

“When does your playoff games start?” Bekah whispered as Jon spooned her.

“Uh...in a few days.” Jon kisses the shell of her ear. “Can we talk about this?” Jon’s fingers graze the left side of Bekah’s rib cage where the words Always yours were tattooed in a half cursive half print text. “This is definitely new.”

“Oh, um....yeah. I got a tattoo. Do you hate it?” Bekah’s fingers find Jon’s and interlaces hers with his as he continues to rub over the words.

“I like it. What’s it mean? If you want to share.” Jon pulls Bekah’s body further into his.

“I found an old birthday card from my grandpa around Christmas. He use to always sign my cards always yours, Gramps. That’s his handwriting.” Bekah spoke softly.

“That’s really special Beks. I’m just surprised you didn’t tell me.” Jon kisses her temple.

“You were thinking you were dying of the flu then pissed you sat out a game because of said flu. And then I wasn’t sure how to bring it up. Oh hey. If we ever have sex again I have a tat.” Bekah winces bringing back her thoughts that have plagued her brain for most of the beginning of 2016.

“Well I’ve been thinking the same thing about if we’d be here again honestly. Minus the new ink part of course.” Jon admitted.

Their conversation continued until both fell asleep with their bodies intertwined. The next morning Jon was sitting on the bed when Bekah woke up.

“Babe, we gotta get going. I have a bus then plane to catch.” His lips graze hers.

“Sorry. Someone kept me up all night.” She stretches out her arms and wraps them around his neck.

“Yeah, wasn’t as tired just watching the game.” Jon chuckles. “Let’s get ya to your car and I’ll see you in a few weeks?”

The Blackhawks playoff run was short lived. They lost in seven. Bekah picks up her phone at the end of game 7.

Bekah: Text when you want to talk.

A few hours later she got a response.

Jon: Thanks Beks.

She didn’t hear from him all week and she didn’t text him again trying to give him space. Brynn tried to get her to go out for drinks after work but all Bekah wanted to do was curl up and watch mindless television. Pulling into her parking spot she noticed a man in the car next to her. Not really looking she got her bag and headed towards her door.

“Beks?” Jon’s voice echoed off the wall. She slowly turned around to see Jon standing with a bag slung over his shoulder about 10 yards from her.

“Holy shit! What are you doing here?” Bekah clutched her chest realizing how startled he made her.

“Uh...I went to the airport to head home and changed my ticket.” Jon closes the distance.

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” She smacks at his chest and he captures her hand in place. “I haven’t heard from you since Monday.” Her eyes meet his and they were soft but intense.

“Sorry.” Was all he said but his face said there was more.

“Come in. If I knew you were coming I would have stocked my fridge for ya.” Bekah turns the key and they both kick off their shoes. Jon removes his bag and places it on the bench next to the entryway.

“It’s okay. We can order in or go out or whatever.”

“How long are you staying?” Bekah heads back to her room and Jon trails behind her sitting on her bed as she heads to the closet.

“Monday morning flight. I have some things to take care of at home. Plus Mom wants to celebrate my birthday.”

“Oh when is your birthday? I don’t think you’ve ever told me.” Bekah leans out of her closet pulling on one of Jon’s old shirts she kept.

“Um...today.” Jon admits.

“Jonathan Bryan Toews...TODAY is your birthday! Well we are going out for dinner. Hold on.” Bekah returns to her closest and finds a dress that is flirty but not too fancy and re-emerges.

“Damn Beks. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress before.” Jon stands and wraps her up in his arms.

“Well, we don’t exactly see each other with clothes on frequently.” Bekah smirks up at him.

“True. So where are you taking me?” Jon kisses her lightly.

“Hmmmm. Oh! The Guild House! It’s newer and I’ve never been. Plus I’m sure your face can get us in if there is a wait.” Bekah rubs Jon’s freshly shaved face and pats. “28 looks good on ya Tae.”

“Thanks Babe, I’m starving. Let’s go.” Jon pulls Bekah under his arm and the two make their way to the Short North.

Dinner was easy and they easily slipped back into their comfortable rhythm. Bekah got annoyed when Jon refused to let her see or pay for the bill. He just laughed it off.

“I know why you love this city.” Jon looks around as the they made their way back to his rental. “It’s a big city but feels very small town too.”

“Best of both worlds really.” Bekah smiles watching Jon explore a part of the city he’s never been. “Chicago is amazing but you know that.”

“Yeah.” Jon breathes out as they reach the car.

By the time they hit Bekah’s door their need for each other was felt. Jon presses his body against Bekah and wraps his arm around her abdomen holding her it him as she struggles to get the key in the door. His breath hot on her neck. “Tae, you are getting birthday sex just let me get the door open please!” She looked up at him as his eyes danced.

“Birthday sex eh?” He let his hand go from her stomach and backs up a little.

“Go ahead and head to my room. I need some water. Need anything?” Bekah kisses him.

“Only you.” Jon smirks and kisses her forehead as he retreats to her room. Bekah felt the blush in her cheeks as she got a glass of ice water and walked into her room. Jon was comfortably laying in his boxer briefs and carefully moved her larger colorful pillows off the bed. “Those are new yes?” He eyes the pile and back to Bekah who was placing the water on her nightstand.

“Yes. They usually take of up that side of the bed.” She points where Jon is laying. And his eyebrow shoots up but he doesn’t say anything as Bekah pulls her dress over her head and climbs in next to Jon. He kisses her with his hand holding her in place. She breaks for air. “Do you trust me?”

“With everything Beks.” He whispers and she wiggles out of his grip, toes over to her dresser and opens her top dresser drawer pulling out one of his ties. “How do you have that?” His eyebrow raises.

“It’s yours. You left it at one point.” She smirks climbing in and straddling Jon. She leans down and kisses him hard. His breath hitches. “Ready birthday boy? No touching.” He nods and she ties the tie around his eyes. Kissing down his chest she eyes her water and reaches for a piece of ice. Lightly touching it to Jon’s chest.

“Woah. Fuck. That’s cold Babe.” He jumps and she laughs.

“My hockey man doesn’t like the cold? Odd...” she moves the ice down the center of his chest and his muscles retract in it’s wake. Jon mumbles something above her head. “You good there Tae?” He nods his head and Bekah takes in his clenched jaw and hands tightly gripped on pillow. Tracing his abs with the ice she licks and kisses the trail. Jon panting and his hips jolt up. Bekah hums as she works her way to his waistband and she slowly pulls down his briefs settles her self between his legs. Placing the remaining ice in her mouth she starts kissing up his thigh then kisses his tip. Jon jolts and swears as she slides her mouth over him.

“Damn that’s so hot but also very fucking cold Beks.” Jon huffs out. “Can I touch you yet?” He’s breathless with his request.

“Is that what the birthday boy wants?” She licks up his length and takes in how unglued he has become under her.

“Yes. Very much so.” She slides up his body and loosens the tie. Jon grabs her hand and removes it while leaning up to kiss her. “My turn!” He grunts and flips Bekah onto the mattress. Removing her bra and panties with ease, Jon eyes Bekah’s glass. He pulls an ice cube from it and places the cube in his mouth. Starting at her nipples, Bekah’s body jolts with the sensation. Jon hums in the satisfying way she moves under him. He drops the ice cube between her breast and follows with his tongue as it slides down her body then keeps going down to her core. Sucking hard eliciting moans with every move he makes. Forgetting the ice on her navel, Jon moves his body back up and kisses Bekah passionately as he slides deep inside her. Finally letting go of their built up highs and praising each other as they come down from the overstimulation.

“Happy birthday Captain.” Bekah breathes out trying to catch her breath.

“Maybe I would call you Captain after that Beks.” Jon laughs as he kisses her temple.

“Funny Tae.” She buries her face in his chest. “I’m gonna need to change the sheet. You melted an ice cube on my stomach.” Bekah giggles as she feels the wet below her hip.

“Or just roll over.” Jon moves her body with ease and kisses the top of her head as she’s on his chest. “Come to Sedona with me this summer.” Jon whispers.

“What?” She says in his chest.

“We’ve both talked about how we love hiking and well...I have a trip planned before Worlds...and you should come with me.”

“Uh...Jon.” Bekah sits up and slides off him.

“Yes Beks.” His voices is soft as he brushes her hair out of her face.

“Jon, what are we?” Bekah leans further away from him to look deep into his brown eyes.

“What kind of question is that?” Jon’s nose scrunches up.

“Well we clearly are friends.” Bekah starts.

“Yes, the best of.” Jon finds her hand and intertwines his fingers wiggling them.

“And the sex is amazing...” Bekah closes her eyes with that unfinished statement.

“I fully concur.” Jon moans to verify his agreement.

“But what do you call this? What’s it’s title?” She motions between them.

“Does it need a name Babe?” Jon kisses her lips.

“I mean...We just...I don’t know Tae. I guess no.” Bekah huffs out.

“So back to my original question. Sedona....end of June? Yes?” Jon nudges her.

“Sounds doable.” Bekah laughs

“Doable huh? You know what’s doable?” Jon moves on top of her with a look that tells her she’s in for it.

“Poor choice of words I guess.” Jon laughs and dips down below the sheets. “Or not.”

[theangriestpea]

Road Bumps | Sweet Pea

Summary: After finding out that his girlfriend is pregnant, Sweet Pea decides to take her away from the dangers of Riverdale for a little while. Missing scene to where Sweet Pea was during the end of season 3 and beginning of season 4 <ao3> 

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader 

Rating: Teen+

Word Count: 2.7k+

Warnings: Teen pregnancy 

A/N: This was requested by the amazing @sweetsfuckingpea​! I hope you enjoy it, mom! When trying to think of motivation for Sweet Pea to leave Riverdale, pregnancy was the only thing I could come up with??? Probably because I currently have baby fever. x.x And I mean....who wouldn’t want babies that looked like Jordan Connor? 

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You asked for the millionth time as you sat across from Sweet Pea at a small dinner in a rural part of Pennsylvania. “With all that’s going on in Riverdale-”

“That’s exactly why we needed to leave.” He said seriously. “There’s too much drama there right now. We need to get away for awhile. Especially with the condition you’re in. I’m not risking your lives by staying in a town infested with mysterious seizures and drugged up rival gangsters.”

You let out a sigh, picking at your basket of fries. You hadn’t had much appetite the past couple of weeks. “My condition is exactly why we shouldn’t be travelling the countryside right now. We should be saving money! I told you I could have just taken out a loan and gotten it taken care of…”

Sweet Pea reached out, putting a steady hand on top of your shaking one. “Y/N, I know this is hard but we agreed not to do that. If you’ve changed your mind then I’ll support you, but I don’t want you to do it unless you’re absolutely sure.”

You withdrew your hand from his and hid it on your lap. “I don’t know what I want. It all just happened so fast. I haven’t had time to process anything.”

He sighed, wishing you would stop pulling away from him constantly. He went back to eating his food slowly. “Coming out here will give you time to think about it. Plus you told me countless times how you always wanted to road trip coast to coast. This might be your last chance for a while.”

A small smile formed on your lips, “you’re right, thank you, babe.” You leaned in for a quick kiss before going back to eating.

A week prior Sweet Pea had insisted that the two of you go on a road trip. Even though it was towards the end of Junior year, he said it wouldn’t matter since most of the time neither of you went to school anyway. You could always retake it the following year which didn’t seem so bad right now.

After many nights of not-so-careful screwing, you had wound up pregnant with only one possibility for the father. Sweet Pea was taking it amazingly well. You had expected him to punch a wall or make you leave or demand you get an abortion, but he did none of those things. Instead he sat in stunned silence for what felt like hours.

Eventually, when he did speak, he asked what you wanted to do. You didn’t know as you were still wrapping your head around the whole thing. You had suffered from a bad seizure months before and there was still no real explanation as to what caused it. Plus with increasing tensions mounting between the serpents and the gargoyles, Sweet Pea felt that Riverdale was no longer a safe place for you. Either of you. He wanted nothing more to protect you until you came to a decision.

You kept in contact with your friends back home as little as possible. It was too soon to tell them what was going on. Rumors flew by so quickly in the small town that you didn’t want to be known as the highschooler that got knocked up by a serpent. There were worse things to be said about you, sure, but it was still a sensitive subject. You weren’t even showing yet but who knew how long that would last.

“How does this spot look, princess?” Sweet Pea asked as he walked around a clearing in the small wooded area you had parked near. You had been camping out most nights, enjoying the sounds of nature with nothing to keep you warm but your boyfriend and your shared sleeping bag. It was nice, peaceful, and much less stressful than home.

You looked around, “are you sure there’s no bears around here? You know Archie got attacked by one once. He almost died.”

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes, “I’ve got my 12 gauge if there is one, come on, is this the place for tonight or what?”

Your eyes met his and you smiled lightly, “Sure. The ground is even at least and there��s that stream nearby.”

He came up to you and pulled you into a tight embrace, his head resting on top of yours. “Ready to get started or do you need to rest?”

You pushed him away gently, rolling your eyes. “I’m pregnant, Sweets, not disabled. Let’s go ahead and get started.”

That night, after everything was set, Sweet Pea had scoped out a local bar to go to. Naturally  he had his leather serpent jacket on while you went with something a bit more classic. Skinny jeans and a low cut t-shirt. Nothing too risque as you didn’t pack anything too revealing to wear. It’s not like you had planned on going bar hopping any time soon since you couldn’t drink.

But currently you were in a food desert and really the only place to grab a bite was the bar about twenty minutes away from your campsite. It was remote enough that neither of you thought anyone would mess with your tent, deciding to keep a majority of your possessions locked in the saddle bags of his motorcycle.

You arrived at the bar, noticing the plethora of bikes parked out front. Naturally your anxiety started to rise. If they saw Sweet Pea as some kind of rival then things could get ugly. “Maybe you should take your jacket off.” You murmured to him, already seeing a few passing by bikers give him a tentative look over.

“A serpent never sheds his skin.” Sweet Pea said faithfully, “It’ll be fine, baby girl. No one is going to mess with us.” He got off of his bike and put an arm around you, leading you inside the small bar. “Just worry about whether or not the food here is any good.” He joked.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him while you walked. He led you to a back corner and placed you at a booth there. “Stay here, I’m going to get some menus, okay? Stop looking at me like that, nothing is going to happen.” He said, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze in an attempt to reassure you before he left to go to the bar.

He disappeared behind a sea of bodies, while the bar wasn’t super crowded, the dim lighting made it hard to see far away. You huffed and pulled out your phone, trying to quell your anxiety by mindlessly scrolling through social media. He had wanted to hustle some pool as well to get you both some extra cash.

Someone sat down next to you, “Back already?” You asked, eyes not looking up from the screen.

“No, sweet thing, I’m just arriving.” A voice said smoothly. Your head shot up to see a somewhat thin biker sitting next to you. You immediately moved as far away from his as possible, which wasn’t much in the small booth.

“My boyfriend is coming back, you should leave.” You said, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

“That kid wearing the snake? No, you look like you could use a real man.” He said, breath reeking of cheap beer and tooth decay. It nearly made you gag.

“I’m seventeen.” You replied, hoping the fact that you were underage would get him to go away. Unfortunately it only seemed to make him more interested.

He smirked, “Good, I like ‘em young.”

A scared look crossed your face, your heart sinking deep down into your chest until you saw a hand with a tattooed thumb grab the intruder by the shoulder. “I don’t believe the teenager is interested in your pathetic ass.” Sweet Pea seethed, ripping the man out from behind the table. He stumbled forward, catching himself before straightening up.

“Southside Serpent, huh? More like Southside Street Rat.” The man said, looking up at Sweet Pea. His inhibition from the alcohol made the much taller boy’s large frame unfrightening.

Sweet Pea quickly grabbed the man by the collar of his old t-shirt, yanking him up onto his toes. “Want to say that again?” He asked, voice low and even but nevertheless filled the rage. “Or do you want to hit on my girl some more?”

“Fuck off man, this is my territory. Not yours.” He said, eyeing the guys around him.

Sweet Pea looked at the men coming towards him, “You guys really want to defend a pedophile? Be my guest, I’ll take you all on.”

“Sweet Pea…” You mumbled, trying to get him to calm down and not make the situation worse. Especially since he was alone in a sea of bikers.

He glanced at you and you could tell he couldn’t really see you through his anger. When he saw red it was literally all he saw.

“Put him down, kid.” A much older, bearded man said as he parted the crowd. The man looked down at you, “was he bothering you, miss?”

“Y-yes.” You stammered, terrified of what may happen. Your hand instinctively went to your stomach and it did not go unnoticed by the newcomer.

“And you’re a minor?” He probed and you could only nod your head in response, your voice no longer worker. The man turned to Sweet Pea, “then I’ll deal with him. We don’t take kindly to our guys trying to mess around with teenagers.”

Sweet Pea stared at the old biker, contemplating whether or not he should comply. He let out a large breath out of his nose as he set the offender down. Multiple guys grabbed him before he could make a break for it. They pulled him away and back through a back door.

“Sorry about him, son. I have suspected his...tendencies for a while now but had no proof. Sit down, you and your bird’s food is on the house.” He patted Sweet Pea’s shoulder before signalling for the crowd to disperse.

You felt like you were going to faint as Sweet Pea sat down next to you. “You are one lucky son of a bitch,” You croaked to him as you tried to regulate your breathing.

Sweet Pea was still very much upset, now unable to take his feelings out on anyone. “You okay?” He said, his voice not matching the words. They sounded much too rough.

You put a gentle hand on his bicep, trailing it downward in an attempt to soothe him. “I’m fine, you got here right in time. My hero.” The last part was a joke in an attempt to make him smile. It didn’t work until you gave him a light peck on the cheek. “I’ll have to make it up to you tonight.” You whispered into his ear, knowing the thought of a reward later would make him cool down.

His cracked smile grew and he put an arm around your shoulders. “Oh yeah? You owe me big time.” He teased, hand dipping down to brush against your side. “I got us free food.”

“Pretty sure, I got us free food. But okay, you win.” You said with a light giggle, kissing him once more.

“I love you.” He said, seeming out of nowhere. You looked up to see his eyes burning with emotion that you didn’t quite recognize. “I never loved anyone the way I love you.”

A blush spread hot across your face. “Not even Josie?” The question came out in a mumble. You had always been a bit insecure when it came to his feelings for her. After all, he was still getting over her when you two decided to start hooking up. It had been difficult at first because he was obviously still in pain over the rejection, but eventually he moved on when you showed him that you were more than happy to be his full-time girl.

Sweet Pea pressed a light kiss to your forehead, “not even Josie.” He added softly, knowing how much of a sore spot it was for you. “That was just a dumb crush. You’re...different. You always have been but I just ignored it, not thinking you felt that way.”

You buried your head into his shoulder, clearly embarrassed. “You’re an idiot. I’ve loved you since Freshman year.”

“What? Really?” He asked, clearly surprised as he tried to pull you away from him but you had latched onto him much too tightly. He wanted nothing more than to look into your eyes and see that what you were saying was the truth.

“Oh yeah, I fell pretty hard after you beat up the Ghoulies that were trying to jump me.” You said softly into his jacket, enjoy the smell of him and the leather mixing.

Sweet Pea couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. There was no way you could have taken on all five Ghoulies that had cornered you but you looked like you were bound to try with a heavy textbook in your hand as a makeshift weapon. “You were so cute. Looking like a bunny trying to fight off some strung out wolves.”

“Idiot.” Was all you could say, trying to mask how mortified you felt knowing that you didn’t look intimating in the slightest. “You came in swinging like a giraffe out of hell. Ready to kick ass and take names for seconds.”

He rested his head on top of yours, his grip on you tightening as his body trembled with silent laughter. “Yeah, had to defend that cute little bun. She was way too innocent to let her get devoured by some mangy mutts.”

“So you wanted to devour me instead?” You asked jokingly and he only laughed more.

“You got me.” He murmured softly into your hair and you swear you had never felt more at peace in your entire life then you did in that very moment.

Over the course of the next few months, Sweet Pea took you all the way to the west coast. You stopped at kitschy little tourist traps and adorable mom and pop places. He hustled pool, darts, really any bar game he was good at just to get you some spending money. Eventually you started to forget about Riverdale entirely. In fact, it had been weeks since the town even crossed your mind.

Until you got a phone call from Toni. You had just arrived in the outskirts of western Indiana when you decided to answer. It was the fifth time she had called you that day, and you knew that it had to have been important. Sweet Pea’s phone was turned off for this very reason, he didn’t want anyone bothering him.

What she had to say left you feeling cold. Jughead Jones was dead and they could just make it to his funeral if they started driving tonight. Sweet Pea said nothing. He was eerily quiet as he packed up everything and hopped back onto his bike with you behind him. And he drove, only stopping when he absolutely needed to sleep. Distantly you wondered what everyone would say about your protruding stomach. You were only a month shy of being full term. That was why you both had started heading back. And now everyone would know and there would be no escape. Not again. You weren’t ready but you had to be. There was no other option.

After a rough night in a motel, Sweet Pea finally noticed your distress. His mind had been preoccupied on the serpents for obvious reasons. “Hey, Y/N, come here.” He whispered and you moved closer to him. He enveloped you in his arms and breathed you in, almost as if it would be the last time you’d get to be alone together. “Everything is going to be alright. We’ll get through his just like we’ve gotten through everything else that has been thrown at us. Remember when we thought there was a bear and it was really just a stray cat going through our garbage? This is just like that. It’s just a cat. Not a terrifying bear, okay?”

You let out a low sight, “yeah...okay.”

“Do you trust me?” He asked, his voice so serious that it worried you.

“Of course.” You muttered back, not understanding what he was getting at.

He smiled softly, “Then trust me to get us through this.” He kissed you once more before finally getting up to get ready for the last leg of the drive. You’d be in Riverdale by late afternoon and your road trip would unfortunately be over.

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[lovemesomesurveys]

survey by ehxsnos

First lets get the basics out of the way...

What's your name? Stephanie.

How old are you? 31.

Where are you from? California.

What color are your eyes and hair? I have brown eyes and naturally dark brown hair, but I dye it red. I’m a year overdue, though...

When were you born? July 28th.

Now for the fun stuff! Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? They don’t have doors; I have a curtain instead that I do keep closed.

How many people have you slept with this week? Zero.

What size is your bed? Full.

What do you drink with dinner? I don’t always have something when I eat unless I already happen to be drinking something, like coffee or a Starbucks energy drink. I do always have water nearby, though. But yeah, I usually don’t drink while I’m eating, it’s usually before and after.

What do you dip a chicken nugget in? Ranch or Chick-Fil-A sauce. 

Last person you kissed/kissed you? Joseph, almost 10 years ago...

What movies could you watch over and over and still love? There’s several.

What is your usual bedtime? After 7AM. :/

When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween? It varied, but there were a lot of vampire and witch costumes.

Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? Six years ago for my UC graduation.

Take a vitamin daily? No, but there’s a few I should be taking.

What do you wear to bed? What I wear during the day, which is leggings and graphic tees.

Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Wal-Mart and Target. We haven’t had a K-Mart in well over a decade.

Ever have plastic surgery? No.

Do you want kids? No.

Where did your last kiss take place? I think it was in his car.

Four words to explain why you last threw up? I had a stomach bug. That was like 4 years ago.

Last thing you ate? Wingstop for dinner, which was at 8PM. I skipped out on my nightly ramen tonight that I typically have around 2-230AM and now it’s 4:53AM and I’m starving. :/ I actually fell asleep around 10PM last night cause I had a bad headache and then woke up around 230AM, but I didn’t feel like getting up and making it. Sigh. 

Do you get your nails done? Nope. I’ve only had my nails done once, and that was for my 8th grade promotion.

When did your last relationship end? Back in 2013.

So tell us, what room ARE you in? I’m in my room.

How many stories does your home have? Just one.

Do you own headphones? Yep, I’m currently wearing my new Beats earbuds my lil bro got me recently.

Have you ever... Gotten a Brazillian wax? No.

Gotten so drunk you couldn’t remember wtf you did? The last time I drank I got really drunk (and really sick) and there’s parts of that night that are spotty.

Been called a bitch? Jokingly. Seriously as well, I’m sure, but not to my face. 

Slut? Jokingly.

Pierced anything? *Okay, finishing this at a much later time now cause I ended up zonking out.* Anyway, I just have my earlobes pierced.

Had a tattoo? No.

Smoked a cigarette? No.

Smoked weed? Yes.

Missed someone so bad you couldn’t eat or sleep? I’ve gone through really hard times after losing loved ones. 

Worked out at a gym? Yes.

Snuck out of the house? Nope.

What’s the nearest furry object? My throw blanket.

Is the room you are in messy? No.

What is the single largest item in your house? Hmm.

How much money did you spend today? Zero.

What is the biggest amount of money you have ever had at one time? I think 5,000.

What kind of cell phone do you have? An iPhone 12 Pro Max.

Have you ever been under anesthesia? Several times.

Which Disney parks have you been to? Disneyland and California Adventure.

What does your bed comforter look like? I don’t have one. I use a throw blanket, which is rose gold and fluffy.

When did you last cry? Last night.

When is the last time you took medicine? Over an hour ago.

What was the medicine for? It was my pain medication. 

What kind of health insurance do you have? I’m not sharing that.

What is your birth control method of choice? Well, I’m a virgin but besides that I can’t get pregnant, sooo.

How much do you spend on your parents for Christmas? A lot. I love saving up and spoiling my family with what I can.

If you were given $1k and had to use it on 1 purchase, what would you buy? Uhhh. I’d have to really think about that.

Have your parents ever caught you drinking? I honestly didn’t try to drink before I was 21.

Have you ever crawled through a window? No.

What do you spend most of your money on? Food delivery, heh. :)))))))) It’s my favorite way to spoil myself. <<< Saaame.

Is there a secret you've never told your parents? Yes.

Do you still have pictures of you & your ex? Yes.

Has someone ever spread a nasty rumor about you? No.

How many rooms does your house have? It has 2 bedrooms.

Would you sex tape with you in it for 3 million dollars? No.

Are you happier single or in a relationship? All I really know is being single and while I’m not happy, it’s not because of my relationship status. Being in a relationship wouldn’t fix my problems and would add more stress.

Do you have curly hair? No.

What is a compliment you receive often? I rarely receive compliments.

How tall are you?: Like 5′4.

Who was the last person to say they loved you and when? My mom recently.

What is the last thing you said aloud? I said goodbye to my mom as she was leaving for work.

What was the last thing you had to drink? Coffee.

What is one thing that can ALWAYS be found in your freezer? Ice cream. My dad likes to always have it.

How many pets do you own? One.

How old will you be turning on your next birthday? 32.

Last time you went out of town? February 2020.

First thing you wash in the shower? My body. What kind of shampoo & conditioner do you use? A salon style for red dyed hair.

Do you own something from Hot Topic? I own a lot of things from Hot Topic, from clothes to accessories to collectibles. Majority of my graphic tees are from Hot Topic and their sister store, Boxlunch.

Have you ever bought anything from Pac Sun? Yeah.

How often do you hold hands with someone? I hold my doggo’s hand a lot, ha.

What was the most recent thing you bought? Food.

Could you ever forgive a cheater? I don’t know. Possibly. It would depend on some things.

Do you have Verizon? Yes.

Have you ever been pregnant? No.

What is your average cell phone bill? I don’t know. I’m on a family plan and my parents and brother handle it.

How many piercings do you have? Two; one in each earlobe.

Do you start the water before you get in the shower or when you get in? When I get in.

Have you ever had stitches? Yeah, I’ve had several surgeries. 

Do you think it’s right for straight guys to get their tongue pierced? Uh, it’s a piercing. Who cares.

Are you more of a coffee or alcohol drinker? Coffee all the way. I don’t drink.

Do you have a wireless keyboard and mouse? Nope.

How many songs are on your iPod or MP3 player? *shrug* I haven’t used my iPod in almost a decade. 

Where did you get that shirt you're wearing? Speaking of Hot Topic...

What are your pet’s names? Princess Leia, either one for short. And a ton of nicknames.

Honestly, are you in love right now? Nope.

Honestly, what color is your underwear? Blue.

Honestly, do you think you are attractive? No. I’m a mess.

Honestly, do your wrists hurt? Not at the moment.

Honestly, wouldn't you rather be having sex right now? No.

What would you do if the doctor told you that you were pregnant? Say they got me mixed up with someone cause that’s impossible.

Was there anyone who "made your day"? My mom went and got me my favorite breakfast before she went to work. 

Are you vegeterian? Nope.

How many windows are open in your computer? Two.

Do you read Perez Hilton? Nah.

Is there a baby in the room with you right now? No.

Do you plan on moving within the next year? We’d love to, but I don’t see that happening.

Have you been to a baby shower? I’ve been to several.

What brand is your computer? Apple.

How many cars can fit in your driveway? Two.

Are you taller than your mom? No.

Are you a cuddler? Not really.

Sleep on your back or stomach? I have to sleep turned toward my side and propped up due to acid reflux. 

Do you go to the bathroom with the door open or closed? Always closed.

Do you dress for style or comfort? Comfort, definitely. 

Think of the last time you were angry. Why were you angry? Blahhhh.

Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex? Sex isn’t a big thing for me, honestly. Also, I don’t plan on getting married. 

Have you ever made a boyfriend or girlfriend cry? My first boyfriend did when I broke up with him. 

Does heartbreak really feel as bad as it sounds? It’s horrible.

How long has it been since you had sex? Virgin here.

Who was the last person to call you babe? *shrug*

Last reason you went to the ER? I haven’t had to go for myself since my accident.

Were you a planned pregnancy for your parents? Yes.

How old was your mom when she gave birth to you? She was in her early 20s. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth? Yeah.

When was the last time you shaved your legs? It’s been awhile. My legs don’t really get hair growth for whatever reason, but that’s fine with me.

What facial cleanser do you use? I don’t.

Do you use a blowdryer? No.

How many purses do you own?: Several.

What are your top five favorite stores to shop for clothes? Boxlunch and Hot Topic.

What kind of clothes do you mostly wear? Graphic tees and leggings.

What about shoes? Adidas.

Have you ever cheated on the significant other that you have now? I’m single, but no I’ve never cheated before.

What are your first thoughts when your visitor visits? It’s always like, ‘ohhh, that’s why I’ve been feeling like that.’

Favorite underwear brand? I don’t have a particular favorite, really.

Last thing you bought at the mall? It was Christmas gifts a couple years ago.

Do your parents like your boyfriend/girlfriend? I’m single. What color are your pillows? I have like 10 pillows and they all look different.

What if an ex asked to be back in your life? No.

Don’t you just love DVR? It’s nice to have.

If you're on a laptop, how much charge does it have left? It’s plugged in, so it’s at 100%.

Last gift you recieved? My brother recently bought me a new pair of Beats earbuds.

Lesson you recently learned? *shrug*

[loveofshows]

Some more biker au cuz that’s all I’ve been thinking about lately. I had doubts posting it, but I wanted to share and this kept me distracted for a little bit. 

Alura was a judge and Zachariah (Zor for short) was a scientist.

Kara’s parents died when she was 11. And since neither of her aunts wanted to take her in. Astra cuz she had a falling out with Alura that she couldn’t stand to have Kara as a reminder of what could have been. And Laura because well, they just didn’t want her, so she was put into foster care.

She spent almost three years moving from one family to another. Some houses were good, some houses were not so good. 

When she was thirteen she met the Danvers and stayed with them for a while. She loved them but she and Alex didn’t get along at first. The fourth month of living with the Danvers, Laura and Jordan moved to the city and called Kara saying she can come live with them. She declined and regretted it when she found out that they were killed in a car accident a few days later.

Jonathan and Martha were Clark’s godparents so they adopted him soon after. 

On her fourteenth birthday, Eliza and Jeremiah adopted her. It was a thing, everyone cried but Kara cried the most and asked if they were sure they wanted someone as broken as her to have in the family. They said they loved her no matter what.

Alex and Kara bonded eventually and became best friends. The accident wasn’t really an accident and Kara’s dad was killed in an ‘work accident’ and someone put a hit on Kara’s mom. It had something to do with one of the cases she was one Alura was the judge on Brainy’s mom case and so she sent out a hit on Kara’s parents to get the case thrown out. It worked, and Kara didn’t know about this until way later because the cops thought they were just accidents.

 With Clark’s parents, Fabala did the same thing but for a different reason. (Yes, Kara is older the Clark in this au and she does spent time with the Kent family as Clark grew up)She was going to do the same to Kara and Clark but they changed their last names when they were adopted so she didn’t know.

Kara’s and Brainy’s family lived in the same city at the time of Fabala’s case. But once it was thrown, Brainy ended up moving.

Kara and Brainy did meet once when they were 10. Kara went out to the park after school and Brainy sort of ran away from his mom and they had a conversation about family. They didn’t each other’s names, and they completely forgot about each other. Even when they met again in National City, they still didn’t know until Kara found out about Brainy’s past and who their family is.

Being in foster care was a huge reason why Kara started the gang to help National City. She knows the system and how it works and hates it.Alex wanted to be a cop, and when Kara found out about the truth of her parents death, she jokingly told Alex that once she’s a detective she could open up her parents file and find the person. Alex took it seriously and promised her she’d find the person. She did become a cop and she’s working on the case but she has no leads. Alex also helps out Kara when she’s not busy.

Kara met Winn, Lena, James and Nia in college. She has a degree in art history but after graduating, she started out her ‘gang’ (not even a gang, it’s more of a nonprofit organization) with her friends.

James and Winn did date briefly during college but it didn’t work out, but they decided to stay friends.

Winn caught feelings for Kara in college and vice versa. And Winn knows Kara has feelings for him and Kara knows that he has feelings for her but they don’t do anything. They have a ‘kiss already’ vibes. There’s no pinning, just a lot of flirting and annoyed friends who want them to get together.

There’s a family feud behind Kara’s family and Brainy’s. It started with Vril Dox (people nicknamed him Brainiac) and Kara’s great great great great grandparents. Haven’t quite figured out why but the families hated each other.

So when Fabala put the hit on Kara’s parents, she took great pride in it. 

Brainy’s turn!

Brainy never really wanted to joy his mother’s gang but he was forced too. He still went to college and has a degree in space astrophysics but he never did anything after graduation because he was too busy doing his mothers bidding. Which mainly consisted of keeping track of money. I’m not sure what exactly they did but I do know that when you cross paths with them and you get them angry, you don’t want to be on that side.

Brainy’s first tattoo was the moon and a constellation on the left side of his chest. He got that in his first year of college. Near the end of that year, his mom forced him into the gang.

When Fabala’s trail took place, he secretly wished that she would go to jail but was really disappointed when the case was thrown out.

When he met Kara that day of the park, he thought that she was cute and wanted to know what her name was, but was too scared to ask her to be friends. He regrets it everyday until he forgot about her.

Though when he was setting up his flower shop in National City, the memory did resurface and he was confused by it. After that he thought about her every once and awhile.

He didn’t have a really good home life, and never got along with his parents. Though he did get along with his dad better then with his mom.

He met Monel and Irma during his last year of college and they became good friends ever since. Monel knows about Brainy’s ‘past time’. And they were a big part of Brainy leaving the gang and starting a new life in a different city. But it took him a couple of years to actually leave. 

When he did leave, Fabala was furious and. When she found out Monel helped, she did everything she could to get him to tell her where Brainy went, Monel gave her nothing. When it was safe, Monel and Irma left the city to find Brainy and tell him that she was looking for him. They stayed in National City after that.

Fabala would have hurt Irma too, but she didn’t know Irma was part of it.

So now, Monel and Irma help Brainy run his flower shop.

He got the nickname Brainy from Monel, having been teased that he knows a lot and was the top student in his class, and could answer any questions they gave him.

As an escape from his mom growing up, he spent a lot of time under the stars when it was night, and flowers during the day. So he knows a lot about flowers, and the reason why he started a flower shop when he moved was because it was the last place his mother would look and he loved the idea of being around flowers all day.

[brisfanfictions]

Chapter Two [Andy Biersack]

"I'm almost certain at one point or another every friend I've ever had has asked me how I'm not three hundred pounds." he laughed softly. "I can pretty much eat all day, everyday and not gain any weight, it's crazy" he said tracing a finger over one of the many tattooed lines on his wrist slowly. "But you do have a point. Everyone always talks about that sort of thing, which I've never actually noticed before." he said chuckling softly.

He shook his head slightly with a smile on his face. "But I am absolutely positive it's not like the Justin Bieber scenario." he said seriously. "The only reason I know for sure is because at that time I was in a very committed relationship, well at least for me it was" he said as he rolled his eyes slightly at the memories. "Anyways, bottom line was the person I was with was the only one getting anything from me. So it was practically impossible for it to be my child. Besides, the paternity also came back negative for mine too" he said with a shrug.

She smiled when she heard him talking about this sort of thing. It was nice to just talk to somebody and not really have to worry if she was being too cynical or hateful towards the opposite gender. "High metabolisms for the win!" She cried out in a joking manner. Then she noticed him tracing one of his many tattoos. She looked very curious at each of his tattoos. Of course, she won't ask because she felt it would be rude so she looked back into his eyes. "Sadly, I never pay attention either. I just remember people saying it at baby showers and stuff. Baby showers seems like its so fun."

She continued to smile when he did, listening to what he said. Her smile drifted off into a frown. "What happened to Juliet?" She politely asked. She remembered her friend talking about that he was with a girl by the name of Juliet and that she never heard anything after. So she thinks they broke up. She smirked when she heard him say that she was the only one getting anything. "So she was the only one getting your Andy Biersack sack? And I'm glad to hear it came back negative. I hate people who lie just to get something from their favorite artist or band or whatever. Unlike them, I wouldn't lie about that sort of thing. If I do accidentally get pregnant by my favorite band member or artist, I wouldn't tell them because I wouldn't feel like they would believe me. I would keep the child, abortion is just wrong in my eyes but I understand that some women have their circumstances." She shrugged as she avoided a bit of eye contact with him afterwards. Her face a bright pink color in embarrassment.

He laughed, shaking his head slightly. "Trust me, its all about who's throwing the baby shower as to whether or not its fun" he said half jokingly. "I remember being invited to a baby shower once where we literally sat around doing nothing while the mother-to-be talked about how her life was going to be after having the baby, needless to say I didn't stay at that one long" he said, chuckling. "Most of the time you play games, and it's actually enjoyable." he shrugged slightly, only knowing from experience.

He sighed softly, running a hand through his hair slowly. "Juliet and I, we just had our differences like any other couple and after awhile we decided that we should go our separate ways." he said, "We figured if it was really meant to be we'd find our way back to each other in the future." he looked at her, rolling his eyes at her comment. "I'm going to pretend you did not just say that" he laughed, "But I hate that people try and do that to what is supposed to be their favorite artist or band, I mean it just ruins a lot of things for that person or people, and it kind of ruins the experience of doing what we do." he said softly. "Not everyone is going to do it, but those that do really could be the reason that bands don't do meet and greets or things like that anymore, and it would really suck for both the band and the fans if that happened." he shook his head slightly, looking over at her and chuckling softly noticing she was avoiding eye contact with him.

"All the ones I've been to were fun," she admitted, laughing. "Then again, my family seems to be a big party family... Which explains why I am not that much of a party person. Parties are just boring to me... Lily dragged me to this one when I would have rather stayed inside, reading or drawing..." She shrugged afterwards.

Then her smile disappeared when she heard that about Juliet. Sympathizing with him a lot. "I got out of a relationship a few weeks ago," she admitted to him. She remembered hanging around an upcoming band's drummer, Brandon, and he just didn't really care much. He would rather have flirted with the girls around him than spending time with her. She tells Andy this and explaining that is pretty much the reason why she doesn't want to date bands or singers again. She laughed when she heard his response to her "Andy Biersack sack" comment. It made her smile and relax around him. "Yep. Those kinds of people really annoy me. One person ruins it for the rest of the people. I'm lucky that I'm a girl and not a guy because not all girls get that kind of spotlight shined on them. If the female singer is pregnant, everybody would know it by month five or six because she would be showing." She finally glanced over to him when she saw him chuckling, blushing a little darker as she shyly smiled.

"My family never really ventured into the party side of life" he chuckled softly, "Guess that might be part of the reason I enjoy coming to parties, though don't get me wrong I don't do this often and most of the time it's more like I'm being told to do it rather than making the decision myself." he said with a small sigh. "It's just one of those things though, you're either into it or you're not" he shrugged.

He nodded along to her story, completely understanding where she was coming from. "Well coming from a guy in a band, trust me when I say we're not all like that." he said truthfully. "I'm really sorry about how he treated you though love, it was a real dick move for him to do that" he said shaking his head. "You deserve so much better than that. You deserve to be treated like a queen, and eventually you'll find the right guy who will treat you the way you're supposed to be treated." he smiled at her, hoping she knew that it wasn't her fault and that she deserved better. "You're exactly right though. It's a lot easier for female fans to try and say that a male band member 'fathered' their child, but for a male fan to do that to a female band member is a lot more complicated"

"I guess it is," she agreed with him, smiling warmly at him. She had slowly warmed up to him and it was a good thing. Because it means that she is trusting him with stuff about herself. Something that only Lily really knows a lot about since they had grown up together. "Either parties are your favorite or you despise them. Personally, some parties can be fun. I prefer other people's birthday parties above all else. Mostly because I'm not the center of attention. I like to be in the limelight and off to the side." She waved her hands around her surroundings as proof. Since she is in the corner and avoiding almost everybody.

She listened to what he had to said, smiling with a bit of a blush to her cheeks as he called her "love." Usually she would get on somebody's case about it. She didn't like to be called that very much if it is by somebody other than her best friend, family or boyfriend. Yet, she didn't mind hearing it from him. "I agree that he was being a complete and utter dick about it," she said, nodding in agreement. "After talking to you for about five to six minutes, I realize that you're nothing like him. Despite you having been in a scream-o band." She was joking with him. She knew it wasn't her fault and she appreciated him trying to comfort her. It made her heart skip a beat in a bit of joy from it. Her smile grew, laughing as she heard him. "Of course it's easier. I could easily go to my phone, use the internet and look up a child that would probably have some genetics from us and say that he or she is mine. And that you're the father. We'd both know it was a lie because I didn't meet you until today. Sadly, that is the life that we live in today."

"Exactly, like, I enjoy going to parties, but just for the simple fact that I enjoy being with my friends" he smiled, "And of course sometimes meeting new people that make me question every decision I've ever made in life" he joked, laughing softly. He was honestly happy that he had met her, what began as a quest to gain her adoration turned into him wanting to be friends and find out more about the mysterious girl that sat in front of him. "I don't mind being the center of attention actually, I just don't want to be the center of attention all of the time, if that makes any sense at all"

He smiled at her. He really did feel sorry for how that Brandon guy had treated her. Not only did he believe that no guy should treat a girl that way, but he really did feel like she deserved the best. "Well, I'm glad that I'm nothing like him except for the band aspect of things." he said with a small smile on his lips. "That's exactly right though! Anyone could go and google an image or even style their own child to resemble the band member they're going to try and say is the father. I mean, people are just that crazy these days" he rolled his eyes slightly at the thought of how many people have tried to pull that trick on other artists.

She laughed alongside with him. Glad to make have think a bit about his life and his choices that led him up to this point in his career and life. However, she was glad that she stopped with her cynical self and just let him in a small bit. She did like him and it made her want to listen to his music, which she will do later. "And that makes complete sense," she said, laughing a small bit again. "You being a musician and artist, you like to be the center of attention. However, you have to have a break at some point so you don't always want to be the center of attention."

She didn't feel like she deserved the best, but she did feel like she deserved to have some of their undivided attention. Which was what Brandon didn't do very well. Andy is the one that is currently making her feel special. Especially since he had came over to talk to her. "At least you know how to properly treat a lady," she commented with a warm smile. "Since you've been with Juliet for a long time. Even if you guys did break up." She nodded to what he said, agreeing with him. "Or the woman getting lucky with genetics and saying that stuff. Sometimes genetics isn't very kind to the lady. But, sadly, this is the day and age where people lie, cheat and be a complete douchebag." She shrugged, believing that its rare to find such an honest, loyal and sweet guy these days. Same goes for being a girl.

"Exactly! It's one of those things that people just don't get. I mean, I'm human too and I need alone time just as much as anyone else does" he said. "Just because I'm famous doesn't mean I don't need time to myself" he chuckled softly as he went over the thought a couple of times more in his head. It truly did baffle him that no one seemed to get that celebrities needed time to them self, or that celebrities had anxiety or things of the sort.

He nodded his head along with her words, "Yeah, It shocks a lot of people that I actually know how to properly treat women." he laughed softly. "Juliet taught me all about how to treat a girl while I was with her." he said, his finger tracing over the tattoo on his hand again absentmindedly as he looked at her as he tried to decipher what she thought about him. "Trust me though, I totally understand" he said watching her carefully. "The amount of people that lie and cheat in their relationships is ridiculous. Honestly, its probably a majority of the reason that most relationships don't work these days" he said

"Unlike those people, I know that everybody needs time to themselves," she said, shrugging. "Even if you're in a relationship with somebody, you're gonna want some time to yourselves eventually. You can't always be doing things together all the time. Save that kind of stuff for marriage, honeymoon, random trips around the globe and pregnancy."

She was just quietly listening to what he said. Completely understanding his words. "It definitely did shock me to hear that you treat women better than my ex did," she teased him, laughing a bit to herself. "And he's not even in a scream-o band. Its more of a pop boy band-ish type of band, too. Which makes it seem less surreal that he treated me horribly." She grabbed a piece of her hair and moved it behind her ears. Just as she shyly glanced up at him. She thought that he was a decent guy. Despite him being in a scream-o band. "Its hard to find people who understand the way you think or act a certain way..." Her face scrunched up a little in pain at remembering her ex. However, she forced the emotion off of her face as she glanced over at him. Mostly to flash him a small smile. "I truly want an honest relationship... Almost everybody thinks I'm stupid because of my blonde hair... Which is prejudice, by the way. I'm not stupid. I read books every day. Even if said books are romance books. So, it kind of sucks that the people like me, who want an honest relationship, isn't going to get one because of the cheating bastards in the world..."

"I think the world definitely needs more people like you then." he said truthfully, watching her carefully as she spoke. "I feel like in order to actually have a successful relationship nowadays, or at any time each person has to give the other some time alone or else things will never work out but most couples don't understand that." 

He chuckled softly, "Believe it or not it shocks a lot of people when they find out how I really treat women, and in a way I kind of think I should take offense to it but then again, well, I don't" he shrugged slightly. "Though I totally get where you're coming from, especially in special circumstances." he started, "Most people looking for a relationship now only consider themselves and only consider their own feelings and not the other persons. Which causes a lot of the issues that most couples go through. You have to take the time to get to know who you're with and learn why they do what they do and why they say what they say, and if you don't then things will always be complicated." he finished, running his fingers through his hair once more, it was a nervous habit that even he didn't know he had. "I never once doubted your intelligence, though I know the stigma attached to having blonde hair.. would you believe I was once blonde myself?" he laughed softly, "That was an interesting feat." he said with a smile. "But in a way I think everyone wants an honest relationship, some people just aren't mature enough to appreciate it when they first have it."

"Because its mostly the girls that have this fantasy that if you're in a relationship, then you need to spend time with them all the time," she explained. "I don't have that view point. Mostly because I use books to release my fantasies into. Even fan-fictions are a great place to do such a thing with."

She giggled with him as she listened to what he has to say. "You really like to play with your hair when you're nervous," she stated to him. Not poking fun, but just letting him know of his habit. "I do that with my own hair, but I twirl it. Its really soft and I always keep it well kept. And it did surprise me when I heard you treat women better than most guys, but your brain is fully matured at the age of twenty-five for men. Women's brains are fully developed at age 21 and 22. Anyways, I do believe that people should become friends first before beginning a relationship with the other person. Since you know them well and have developed feelings for the other. However, not all relationships are like that because the other person could like another and keep you in the friend-zone." She nodded in agreement with what he said about the stigma against blondes. "I do believe that you were blonde once." She pulls out her phone, going to Google Images and scrolling until she found a photo of him with blonde hair. "Lily showed it to me when you got it done. She's a huge fan of yours. Followed you from Black Veil Brides to your solo career." She giggled quietly afterwards. "I agree that Brandon wasn't mature enough to be in an honest relationship with me. He'll regret later in life when I'm successful and he's on drugs and alcohol."

He nodded slightly. "I've read a few fan-fictions, quite an interesting thing they are" he laughed, "But seriously, some of them are actually quite good and others, well others really should have been left in the drafts for the rest of humanity and should never have been published." he joked

"I do not" he said slightly defensively, his hand going up to his hair again before he forced his hand back down to his lap. He shook his head, a smile on his face as he realized she was right. "That's what they tried teaching me in one of those sociology classes anyways" he said, referring to when men's and when women's brains fully develop. He did remember hearing it in one of those classes he took years ago, but he couldn't for the life of him remember which one or anything else regarding the matter. "Your friend sure seems to be a huge fan" he agreed as he laughed softly, looking at the photo on her phone. "Though it wasn't the best decision I've ever made, it certainly wasn't the worst.. and to be honest, some days I actually think about going back to it" he shrugged. "Brandon didn't know what he had when he was with you obviously. I've barely known you that long and I can already tell you're a catch that shouldn't be taken advantage of."

She laughed at what he said about the fan-fictions. "The dirty ones or the clean ones?" She joked with him. Her face a light pink as she admitted that she read the slightly mature ones. The ones that shouldn't be viewed by children. "If I find a story has a lot of mistakes and errors, then I don't really read them. I like the ones that are like a book to me."

She laughed again as she saw him going to play with his hair, but stopped since she pointed it out. "I told you," she pointed out jokingly. "Anyways, I don't even take psychology. I just know because I was curious one day and looked it up on Google. Don't ask me why that popped into my head." She was referring to the men and women's brains maturing at different stages in their lives. "She is a huge fan. That is for sure. She's been trying to get me to listen to your music for weeks now since your The Shadow Side album came out. And she wanted me to go to one of your concerts. I said no because of Brandon, as you know." She giggled as she put her phone away to continue talking to him. "I think you looked better as a blonde than a black-haired punk-ish guy." Her face turned a bright red at his compliment about her being a catch. "I-I don't think I'm a c-catch at all... Most guys t-think I put out because o-of my hair color since the s-saying is 'Blondes have more fun' and all t-that..." She was stuttering because she was embarrassed.

"Oh god, I've been asked to read just about every version of fanfiction there is, and the worst part is, I'm always the main character. Like I would rather not know that half of the database is full of writers who write out these elaborate ways to have sex with, well, my character. No thank you." he laughed, shaking his head slightly at the memory one of the stories had left in his mind. "I agree though, the ones that are well written, grammatically correct, and lack error are far more intriguing and likely for me to read than anything else. I don't know why, but that's just how it is." he said with a shrug.

He let out a small laugh, sending her a playful glare, "Oh shut up" he joked, "Leave me and my hair habits alone" he smiled. "I think you should listen to your friend. Check out the album, come to a show; I could even get you two the best seats if that's what it would take to convince you to give me a shot" he smiled softly. "You never know, I could become your next favorite artist" he winked playfully at her. He smiled over at her, arching his eyebrow slightly at her comment. "You think I look better blonde?" he asked curiously. "Oh and trust me, you are a catch, and that whole 'blondes have more fun' thing, yeah, its not always true" he laughed, a fond smile on his face as he heard her stutter, which he in a way found kind of cute.

"The fanfics I read have nothing to do with you," she said, laughing. "Since you know that I hated you before I even spoke to you and got to know you as a person. Anyways, so the ones that I'll recommend you are the ones that definitely have nothing to do with you." She nodded her head in agreement. Her eyes widening as she nodded to him. "I agree whole-heartedly. However, I know why I like the novel-like stories is because of it reminding me of books. I love to read books."

She faked a gasp, pulling off a hurt look when he gave her a glare. She knew it was half-hearted and she was trying so hard not to laugh. "I will not leave you and your hair habits alone!" She teased him some more. Then she quietly listened to what he was saying, giggling a bit. "Why don't you sing a sample song for me? I'd really be interested in listening to your album if I heard a song." Her face was a light pink at his suggestion about a concert. "My friend would kill me if I passed up the opportunity. I will definitely take you up on your offer to getting the best seats for your concert." She didn't want to be on the stage for him to serenade her in front of his thousands of fans. It wouldn't bode well for her since many girls, who are die hard Andy Black fans, would be sending her hate mail and telling her to kill herself and everything. She's definitely heard those stories before. "It all depends on if you can 'wow' me with your performance at the concert." Her face was now a scarlet color. "Yes I do... I don't see a problem with people dying their hair for fun. As long as you yourself like the color put on you. I wouldn't die my hair since I like to keep mine nice and soft. And its easier to take care of." She didn't know if her face had gotten hotter at his compliment about her being a catch. She didn't really believe it since it was just a self-confidence thing that she lacks. "Well, most guys' definition of 'fun' is inside a bedroom... That is where I draw the line..." Yes, she stuttered when she was very embarrassed. It was something that she hated about herself.

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[elenathehun]

Challenge! Mito sealing Madara in some fashion during or just post the events of VotE (including but not limited to - sealing his eyes, his chakra, or him inside of herself). Bonus points for world building.

Literally 3.5 years later…

~~~

The first time she tends to her prisoner, it’s a spare four days after Madara’s inopportune return.  Mito’s belly no longer burns, which is more than some parts of the village can say.  She won’t forgive him for that.  In that, her husband and she are as one mind.

It’s for that reason that she rips Madara out the slowly-smoldering scroll she’d originally sealed him into, and just as quickly shoves him into the black iron tea kettle she’d hastily re-purposed for just this task.

He doesn’t even have time to scream out loud.  The kettle starts steaming, but there is no tell-tale sound of metal warping.  Good.  She’s bought herself another few months before she has to handle this pest in a more permanent manner.  Rebuilding the wards around Konoha is the highest priority at this time.  Whatever else can keep, will keep.

Mito leaves the kettle on a corner of her desk next to her ink tray, slaps the stray sparks out before they can do more than mar the lacquer veneer, and moves on to the next task on an ever-growing list.

~~~

The kettle holds together for a week shy of three months - longer than Mito had expected, given Madara’s hateful burning chakra.  Tobirama is practically foaming at the mouth to take custody of the body, but Mito has no intention of releasing her prisoner just yet. Tobirama, impatient child that he is, will just have to amuse himself with those students he’s taken on.  That should occupy him for a few years, at least.

Mito intends to take all the time she needs for this next task, and here, in the underground chamber she’d prepared specifically for this task, she has all the time and assistance she needs. The entire cell is tiled from ceiling to floor, and each tile is inscribed with a master seal for containment - both within and without.  

That master seal was her first masterwork, when she was a girl.  It elevated her above her siblings and cousins and brought her to the attention of the man she married.  It has never failed her yet.

She pulls Madara out slowly this time, ensuring the re-materialization is precise and Madara’s body lands exactly as planned on the mosaic floor, the seals inlaid into the tile activating as his body lands on the floor.  At the end of it, he’s lying spread-eagled, naked as the day he was born, and twice as angry.  Understandable: most shinobi greatly dislike the sensation of complete paralysis..

“Madara,” Mito says, ensuring her enunciation is perfect.  “I know it’s been awhile, but surely you remember the Lady Bunko, of the Akimichi Clan?”

He snarls at her, still as incandescently angry as he was a season ago, riding toward the village on a creature that should have stayed hidden far away from humanity. He didn’t impress her then; he doesn’t impress her now. 

“No?  A shame,” Mito says.  “ I do believe her to be the best surgeon in the village, even above Tobirama.”

Bunko, as tall and plump as the rest of her kin, merely kneels over Madara’s head and places her hands at his temple.  He loses consciousness in seconds, as deftly as Mito had said.  She is not inclined to false flattery when it comes to the skills of her closest associates.

“Well, the good news is that my earlier estimate for extraction still applies,” Bunko said quietly, voice barely reaching Mito’s ears.

“And the bad news?” Mito prompts, more gently than her general wont.

“No bad news,” Bunko said, a sweet smile crinkling the tattoos on her cheeks.  “I should be done in three hours.  Will you remain for the procedure, or return when it’s complete?”

“Remain,” Mito decides.  “Madara has an unpleasant habit of exceeding ordinary expectations.  I won’t have him do so again.  Proceed with the procedure; I will stand watch until the end.”

~~~

Bunko is finished well within the estimated time.  Madara’s eyes are sealed away in a glass tablet inscribed with the strongest seals Mito can create for both preservation and protection.  Madara himself will survive the enucleation, at least as far as Bunko can tell.  He’s going to get the best medical care on the continent, at least until the point when all viable information has been extracted from his feeble brain - Mito will accept nothing less.

“I’ll follow up on him in six hours,” Bunko says, offering the glass tablet to Mito.  “Do you want me to revive him, or will you wait for him to awaken naturally?”

Mito thinks for a moment on either path, before taking the tablet from Bunko’s hands and sealing it within one of the tags hanging from her bound hair.  “Revive him, please.  My second will escort you to the exit.  You’re free to come and go as necessary for this task.”

Bunko nods, and revives Madara in short order.  He tries to play dead at first - old habits die hard - but Bunko is experienced in all the ways people try to fool medics.  A quick sternum rub by the younger woman is all that’s necessary to rouse Madara back to rage, and she slips away from him and around Mito until she reaches the door to the cell.  

“Bunko,” Mito says, right as the other woman lays one capable hand on the lock.  “I thank you for your service to the Hidden Leaf.”

Bunko nods seriously, saluting a final time before exiting the room.  Mito settles back to wait Madara out.

~~~

It takes less time than she thought it would.  Apparently, Madara is familiar with the sensation of enucleation.  That’s something to think on, later.   He calms down quickly after he realizes what’s been done to him, and for the first time in a long time, seems more like the man she’d known…five years ago, perhaps.  Before Tobirama had slain Izuna, and Hashirama had made the Uchiha bow their stubborn necks.  Hashirama had such hopes for him in those days.

So much for all of that.

“How did you release the Nine-Tails?” Mito asks, as mild as milk.  

No answer.  She hadn’t expected one, really.

“It doesn’t matter if you ignore me, Madara,” she says calmly.  “I’ll learn the answer eventually, one way or the other.”

He snarls at her, as expected.  Still so utterly predictable.  “You know nothing of the power I hold-”

“What power?“  She asks, finally moving around him in a clockwise pattern.  The susurrus of her robes could be quite…distracting, especially to a man whose greatest sense was lost to him.  He can only rely on sound and smell and taste and touch.  But not sight.  Never again.  "I have your eyes, Madara, and without that, you are nothing more than a man. But go ahead and tell me: what power do you hold aside from that?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it.  The muscles in his jaw flex as he grinds his teeth.  Mito nods, and kneels at his head, close enough that her breath creeps across his face.  “So there is something.  Good.  I wouldn’t like to think I’ve wasted my time and capital on preserving your worthless hide.  So know this, Madara: in the months to come, I will learn everything there is to know about your betrayal.”

He jerks at that, hissing, and Mito tastes something.  Something foreign, something more akin to her husband’s sense of earth-water-death than the more straight-forward sense of ash the Uchiha all carry.  She never used to be able to taste chakra, but many things have changed since Madara rode the Nine-Tails into war, and that is one of them.  But it’s not urgent.  Just something else to think on, and maybe to pass on to Takara, when the other woman takes over the interrogation.  She leans over even further to whisper directly into his left ear.

“Before I leave you, Madara, I want you to remember that for all your vaunted sight, you never saw me. Otherwise, you would have known to never bring the Nine-Tails within my grasp. I’ve wrenched it from your control, and your eyes as well.  But I am not without mercy: a tree is nothing without strong roots, Madara. I intend to see that the Hidden Leaf develops strong ones. In time, you will understand this. Even you still have a part to play in Hashirama’s grand peace.”

[floor13xxdeactivated0912020]

Let’s Do It

Summary: Kels and you are best friends and he is jealous of your boyfriend

Warnings: Mentions of smoking, but really none.

A/N: Hey you guys! This is my first imagine on here and I just wanna say requests are opened and you guys are more than welcome to request things! I am in school so it may take me awhile, but I will try my best! I hope you guys like it :) Also, this turned out a whole lot longer than I wanted, but I hope y’all enjoy!

“Colson!” I shouted as he bursts with laughter.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry!” He said in between laughs. I just smiled to myself. It’s been awhile since Colson and I have had time to just hangout since school has started back up and work and Dylan and since he’s been working on music. Right now he’s on break before his Europe tour. We’ve just been hanging out playing video games and eating junk food as usual. Normally we would smoke, but I get drug tested at work. “Are you going to press start?” He asked me with a smile.

“Oh sorry.” Right then my phone buzzed. My boyfriend had texted me.

“Don’t tell me. Is that the guy?” Colson said with an annoyed tone and a huff. I let out a sigh. Colson never approves of the guys I date, but that’s fair because I never approve of the girls he brings home.

“His name is Dylan and he’s going to come over for a little bit.” I couldn’t see his face but I know he rolled his eyes.

“Of course. I’m back for a month and you want to hangout with him. Seriously Y/N why?” Now I was rolling my eyes.

“Hey he’s not like everyone else. He’s a man and has a good job and makes great money.” I laughed in attempts to lighten the mood, but that didn’t work. He still looked extremely pissed off. Just then a knock was at my door. I didn’t say anything, but I just stood to my feet and walked to answer the door. Opening I see Dylan’s wide smile.

“Hey babe.” He says with a kiss. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. Here, I have someone here you need to meet.” I took Dylan’s hand and led him into the living room. Colson was there on his phone. He didn’t even acknowledge us walking in. “Colson this is Dylan. My boyfriend. Dylan, this is my best friend Colson.” Dylan nodded with a smile, but Colson didn’t look so enthused.

“Dude how old are you?” Colson bluntly asked.

“I’ll be 32 in September.” Dylan says to which Colson let out a stifled laugh.

“Are you serious Y/N?” I rolled my eyes. “You’re with a senior citizen.”

“You’re 28!” I snapped.

“Yeah but you just turned 22 and I’m not fucking you, but if I was I’ve been your friend way too long so I don’t even count as a stranger. Plus, didn’t you say he was your boss?” I snapped.

“Colson, if you’re just going to be a jerk then I don’t even see why you came over anyways.” I said biting my lip. Colson looked to me kinda puzzled.

“Babe don--”

“I don’t either Y/N.” Colson stood up to his feet from the floor and grabbed his bag. I let out a sigh as Colson pushed past Dylan and I, giving Dylan a hard shove. 

“Cols--” I was cut off by the slamming of the door. Dylan looked at me very confused. “I’m sorry Dy--”

“Baby it’s okay no reason to apologize.” He pulled me into a tight hug. “Besides, you don’t need to have a guy best friend anyways. This way, I don’t have to worry about him.” I was confused with Dylan’s words. He was comforting me, but also saying I don’t need guy friends?

“What? I can have guy friends.”

“Baby no.” He said with a kiss on my forehead. “You can’t have guy friends when I’m with you. I’m the only guy you need.” I was a little surprised hearing this. “Guys just wanna fuck and I don’t want to think about that guy covered in tattoos fucking you behind my back.” I let out a laugh in hopes he was joking.

******

I was currently laying in bed crying. Colson wasn’t answering my texts, calls, snaps, or even my DM’s. Dylan and I got into a huge fight and he left too. I haven’t tried getting ahold of Dylan, but I didn’t care about our fight. Right now I needed to talk to Colson. I didn’t want to lose my best friend and my boyfriend in one day. I was scrolling on Colson’s page when I heard my front door shut from the living room. “Hello?” I called out reaching for my pepper spray on the nightstand.

“Fuck.” I recognized that mumbled voice.

“Colson?” I darted towards the kitchen seeing Colson leaning against the counter.

“Y/N I’m kinda fucked up.” He started laughing making me laugh, then I remembered this afternoon.

“Colson? Do you remember earlier today?” I didn’t want to ruin our moment but I was confused. He let out a sigh.

“Yeah. I’m not that fucked up.” We stood there in silence. He looked up to me. “I’m sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No no I’m glad you did. Dylan was not the one for me.” I said with a chuckle and I see the grin on Colson’s face.

“I told you.” We both started laughing. “But I’m sorry it didn’t work out Y/N.” I started to walk over to him so I could see him in the dim light.

“Not the end of the world. Anyone who comes between my friend and I is not worth it.” I smiled and Colson did too. I saw his gaze break from my eyes to lower and his smile faded. I just--” Colson’s lips were on mine. I could taste a hint of the drink he had and some residue from a blunt. I didn’t stop. I was shocked, but I didn’t want to stop. His hand cupped my face as I felt my arms naturally go around his neck pushing myself closer to him. He pulled away as we both looked into each other’s eyes. He let out a slight chuckle and so did I as he bit his lips.

“Fuck.” He mumbled. “I’m sorry Y/N. I don’t kn--” This time I cut him off with another kiss. He didn’t hesitate to kiss back. He somehow maneuvered us to where my backside is pressing against the counter as he pushes himself against me harder. “I’m sorry.” He said laughing.

“Don’t be sorry. Just tell me what you’re feeling. I said pushing him back a little bit remembering the reality we are in. We’re best friends and he’s drunk.

“I like you. I’ve always liked you.” I felt my heart skip a beat. “Literally no girl makes me as happy as you do. I used to hate coming home, but now I look forward to coming home because I know you’re here.” He said looking into my eyes. I felt so giddy on the inside now hearing that.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“I didn’t know how I felt until I saw your hand in his. And then I thought about all the things I wanted to do with you and I just couldn’t stand the thought of you doing them with someone else.” We both smiled at each other and started laughing.

“This is a little cliche don’t you think?” I asked as we are slowly swaying back and forth.

“Yeah very much so, but I’m kinda drunk and feeling oddly confident and all I know is I want you in my life for as long as I can.” I leaned up and kissed him again. Short and sweet but so much love behind our kiss.

“I want you in my life till the end. You’re my best friend Colson. Always have and always will be. Are you sure about this? What if we ruin things?” I asked nervous. I loved him when we were younger, but he never seemed interested so I just put the thought out of my head.

“Then we admit we fucked up and move on someday. But I’m focused on the now, not what if.” He says and I just smiled at him again.

“Let’s do it.”

[tbzhours]

a total hot mess

hyunjae x you, college au, tattoo artist au, fluff 

[summary] who would have thought the hot tattoo artist was your old high school crush  [words] 3.4k  [warning] mentions of alcohol and needles  [a/n] hello lovely @atrabiliousse​! i’m your theb anon uwu it’s been so fun messaging you and getting to know more about you despite it being so short. i hope we’ll continue to talk and maybe talk about our fics too! you’re so cute and sweet,,, it was so fun seeing how you’d see hyunjae as a tattoo artist, so i hope you’ll like this fic i wrote for you too! love you ♡  -paney (tbzhours) 

It felt refreshing to be out of school for the summer as you and your friend were at a cafe, sharing things that happened after a few weeks into your summer break. You were glad your conversations weren't about school work. You didn't want to worry about it yet after having them set already at the end of last semester, so you wanted to enjoy the break as much as possible, even if that meant doing the craziest things. 

Your fingers slipped over your opened notebook where you had been drawing whatever came to your mind, but your index finger tapped on a certain design that you've been wanting to make something out of: an azalea and daffodil with a little crescent moon next to it. That design held meaning to you, especially if you had a friend who helped you create it. You guessed you just wanted something special for yourself when designing it. A necklace, bracelet and a tattoo made been ideas that you have discussed with your friend before that could follow up from it, but you hadn't made a decision yet. 

As you sip your drink from those thoughts, you friend looked across the street. You followed them, seeing the tattoo shop on the other end. Your friend sighed in awe. 

"I heard about him." 

"Who?" You asked, trying to find whoever they were looking at. The sun had been low that evening where the orange rays painted the streets. There weren’t a lot of people out as your eyes found the person your friend was talking about. 

"That hot tattoo guy from that parlor." 

Of course, every one knew who he was. You knew too but you didn't know his name or how he actually looks like; you only peeked quick glances when you walk pass by there. You thought you didn't have a reason to enter that place anyway, until your friend made music on their cup, tapping a fork on the side a few times. You turned to them, eyes slightly widening. 

"I know, I know. You've fallen for him too." Their voice was flattered, knowing how you feel by the look on your face. 

"Say what?" Your voice almost squealed after they caught you staring over longer than them. You slightly smiled, stunned at their assertion. 

Your friend’s lips creased into a teasing smile before they pointed their chin at your finger that was resting over your overdrawn design. They have seen so many times, adored too, that they knew how special the piece was for you. Suggesting again, they sneered across the table. “You don’t want that on your body… Unless you mean him.” 

Their smirk appeared afterwards with a wiggle on the eyebrow as your eyes grew. Your lips twisted in astound when you yelled at them. "HEY!" 

“I’m just kidding!” Your ears were filled with their laugh while your face had turned bright red. You hated being clowned for something you didn’t actually do. You shook your head when they continued. “Why don’t we get one together?” 

“What?” 

“We talked about this before, right? We need something deeper for our friendship. What do you say?” They giggled excitedly but you covered your face, hiding them in your palms when your friend stood up from their seat. “I’ve seen on few of your designs. Come on.” 

You collected your things as your friend helped you get yourself together. Maybe they’re right. Getting a tattoo together would be fun and sure, memorable. As long as you both had this trust, then you’d be fine with it. 

As you both left the place, heading toward the tattoo parlor, your friend whispered excitedly again, hugging your arm though you’d rather call it a drag. “One thing off your life’s bucket list, am I right?” 

When you both entered the tattoo parlor, your friend went up to the front. You let them do all of the work since they knew so much about tattoos. While they talked, you looked around behind them, admiring the small but crowded room. It was crowded because of all of the equipment and perhaps unnecessary artsy things put around the room. You liked them though, it made the place look very intimidating but that’s just a style. 

As you were looking around, Hyunjae noticed you there while he was working with another customer, who just asked for a break. Hyunjae allowed and set the needle aside before pushed his chair back with his body, lazily sitting there. He almost squinted at you, maybe recognizing you until you caught his eyes. You smiled at him, unfamiliar that he was the Hyunjae your friend had been screaming about. You noticed his perfect features, a quick thought that it could be why people wanted to come here, before your friend called you over. 

Your friend made sure to schedule a time with Hyunjae. They were so mad when none of the times worked for you to be with them because they wanted to do it with you. They would get to do theirs first before you since on that day, you had other plans. You joked that at least you won’t get to hear them squeal when they talk to Hyunjae because they use that voice (unintentionally) when flirting. It’s understandable though but you hoped you wouldn’t do the same. 

Your friend got theirs done a week after the scheduling and yours was a few hours after theirs. They sent you a picture and you were amazed. It was exactly how you wanted. It was simply inked in thin black lines and to see your design on your friend’s skin, you thought it was the best decision ever because that friend was going to be your bff for life. 

You showed up on time to your schedule with Hyunjae. He was in the middle of cleaning up some of the equipment used for the previous customer. You were probably the last customer for today, seeing that there were only two staffs around and no other customers. When you checked in at the front desk, Hyunjae’s ears popping up when he heard your name. 

He greeted you when you turned around, heading over to him. “Welcome, I’m Hyunjae. I’ll be the one to tattoo your design on you.” 

You introduced yourself too, his eyes smiling at you though you didn’t know why. He opened the chair for you to sit on. The chair had a long back part where you could lean onto it. When you sat normally, he almost chuckled and hid his lips behind his hand that was. 

“It must be your first time here.” He spinned a finger, his posture a little funny. “It’s the other way around.” 

“Oh.” You quickly sat the opposite way so you could lean your chest onto the back chair. Your cheeks turned red, he could see them as he pulled your files and designs, going over the details and process. 

“I’m always so curious about the meaning behind designs. What’s yours about?” He asked so cooly, you thought you might have fallen off your chair. 

You shrugged, peeking back to meet his eyes. He was smiling, your lips automatically following. “I’ve been designing this with my friend because we wanted something to represent our friendship. Didn’t my friend tell you?” 

“They did. I just wanted to see if you’d have the same reason, in case you might regret getting a permanent mark on you.” Hyunjae smirked and set files away as he prepared the needles and equipments out. 

The next half hour, he blattered a ton about drill cares, what not to eat or drink for the next few days and things to avoid while your tattoo heals up. All of your answers were short as you simply complied, completely hearing enough that you could memorize the manual sheet that he’d give out later. 

As you looked at him through the mirror, there was something about him that you thought you’ve seen him before. He was focused, checking the design here and there even though he had already drawn an outline on your skin. Rather than trying to figure out who he was, you were distracted by the way the rings on his fingers pressing against your back as each buzz sound tapped through your skin. Was he allowed to have them on while he worked on you? Oh well, he actually looked quite hot, though you didn’t want to say it. 

As for the needles, it wasn’t as painful as you thought; it was bearable. You sighed, looking at yourself on the mirror. He heard it, glancing at the mirror where your eyes met again. 

“Something wrong?” 

“No.” You smiled, assuring him. “It’s just that you look familiar.” 

“I know, I know. You probably have seen me in your friends’ phones.” His voice was full of confidence that he looked back at your tattoo, continuing his work. You almost rolled your eyes and tried to joke around. 

“I mean, maybe we went to high school together or something. You seriously look familiar.” 

“Really?” He smirked, eyes laid still on your back. “Guess it’s gonna take a while before you’ll recognize me.” 

“So you know me?” Your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe it as you tried to recall anything about Hyunjae, whether that was from your previous jobs or schools and- Oh my god. You turned around quickly as he almost tapped the needle in the wrong place. He glared at you but you gasped. “We went to high school together? You’re Lee Hyunjae, that popular kid in student council?” 

He rolled his eyes, a hand at his hip. “Yes, (Y/N). It took you awhile.” 

Oh yes, it did. He was one of your crushes in high school. You would have face-palmed yourself but you couldn’t because he pushed you back onto the chair so he could continue. 

“And I’m not a kid anymore. We’re adults now, okay?” He rolled his eyes with his complaining perky lips. 

“You still look like a kid, a bad one.” You whispered underneath your breath as he didn’t hear. 

“Anyway, you don’t need to tell me anything about your college life. Your friend already did.” 

“What?!” You shouted, making him jump again about ruining your design. 

“You better stop moving or you’ll regret this mistake I just made.” He pointed a finger at you through the mirror, almost shouting as if he was scolding you. 

“You did?!” You eyes widened at him as he snapped his lips, setting a hand at his hip again. 

“It’s a joke, but if I did, then that’s your own fault.” 

“Okay, sorry.” You quieted down as he got back to work, outlining the ink through your skin. It was almost finished as you heard his focused sigh. You sighed too, reminiscing all of the memories you could recall about Hyunjae. 

He was a good kid back then, always tutoring others and being one of the high ranks of your class each semester. He was pretty cool, being part of some clubs and sports teams that he had always seemed busy. 

You wanted to know what he was up to lately and what he’s been doing since graduating high school. Maybe asking for his number later would be good. 

About thirty minutes later, you finally get to get off the chair. You stretched a bit as your conversations about life still lingered in your mind. You felt that there was still more things to catch up on that you turned to him quickly, but he was faster at words. 

“By the way, one of my friends is having a party soon. There might be some old friends coming that you miss.” Hyunjae smiled as he wrote some notes down onto your file, making check marks and such. 

“Wouldn’t that mess up the color of my tattoo?” You asked while your fingers continued to button up your shirt. 

His eyes wandered at your fingers before they looked at your eyes. “Why’s that?” 

You shrugged, crossing your arms after you were done. “I don’t know. You said something about not drinking alcohol for a few days just now.” 

“So you were listening.” His lips beamed again then he turned back to papers. “I mean, it’s a party but you don’t have to drink. They got other drinks too, like fruit punch which is probably your liking.” 

“Okay then. We’ll see.” 

Hyunjae nodded as he finished the paperwork for you. He’d repeat the tattoo care for you again, just in case, and asked to contact him if you have a question when he handed you his business card. 

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow?” You took his card as you asked. 

“We’re meeting tomorrow?” One of his eyebrows furrowed, a smirk appearing in a tease. It must be his trademark. You shouldn’t fall for it. 

“Is it not tomorrow?” Your cheeks turned bright red as you set the business card into your pocket, your shy hand hiding with it. 

He was humming, thinking a bit as his eyes looked to the side. He rested a folded arm over the counter by the front door when he smiled at you. “We could hang out though, to catch up.” 

So that’s how a few dates hangouts happened. He would show up at your place a few times and you both would go to some nearby cafes or restaurants to talk about your lives after high school. Many of them were funny and some were crazy, as you began to understand his life in terms of doing what he wanted. It was very different from the way he was back in high school but as he told his stories about how he was led to being a tattoo artist, you were awed. Well, you were doing something you liked too, but hearing it from a different person, it felt like this was what life’s all about. Your eyes kept sparkling up at him as you wondered if your crush on him was coming back to life. 

You told your friend about Hyunjae but they only told you that this was your chance to snatch a lover. 

“Well, I did have a crush on him back in the days.” You confessed when they had come over for a little dinner hangout. You were sitting on the floor with them with a box of pizza on the table. The TV was on, one of your favorite shows playing when you shyly smiled. Your friend wrinkled their nose at you, a tease at the sound of their voice. 

“I better see you in his bed as soon as tomorrow night then.” 

“What the fuck!” You found a pillow on your couch behind you and hit them, messing their hair up. 

“Hey!” They had an offended look on their face with a hand at the place you hit before they tackled you to the ground, trying to kiss your cheek after their lips curved. “Can I go too?” 

“No. You can’t drink.” You laughed at the snuggle, reminding them about being cautious after getting your twinning tattoos. 

“Who said I was going to?” 

They got up, sticking a tongue out at you before you chased them around the room, sharing laughs as you told them again, “You’re not going!” 

Your friend came with you to the party, wanting to mingle with people though you knew it meant something else. You were annoyed at how they kept pushing you until you told them to find some people to talk to, hence their reason for being here. 

“Maybe you might get laid too.” You joked but you looked out for them, reminding them to “Just be careful, and don’t drink.” 

As they walked away, you looked around to find Hyunjae talking to some people, friends you didn’t recognize. You did talked to a few old friends who showed up but that was it. There wasn’t anything more than that so you were starting to get bored. Your cup was empty when you checked so you made your way to the drinks table as you promised yourself, it’d be your last before you leave. 

There were a few people giving you drinks when you went to get more punch, which you hated because of the pressure it came with. It didn’t help with you having to stay longer after you refused. That was when Hyunjae came by. 

“If someone says no, then no. Don’t you get it?” 

They acted like they were joking before they walked away. Hyunjae sighed, watching them go before he checked up on you. His head was hanging a bit, eyes filled with worry, perhaps despair when he asked, “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, thanks.” You tried to smile as you set your cup down, not planning to fill it up anymore. You sighed before you looked up at him, hoping he’d be okay with your request. “I want to get out of here.” 

Knowing how you were feeling, Hyunjae left with you as he apologized for inviting you there. You told him it wasn’t his fault as you forgot about your friend who was still there. 

To cheer you up, he thought taking you back to tattoo shop would ease your mind. It was empty and quiet. Maybe it could calm you down before you head back to your place even though he offered his place for you to stay if you needed to, which was above the shop. Besides, he still had some things to clean for the next day’s schedules. It wouldn’t hurt to stay over a bit when you realized how far your house was now that it’s past midnight. 

While Hyunjae was washing some things away, wearing an apron and a pair of washing gloves, you want to thank him for today. Instead of words, you walked up to him and pressed a long peck on his cheek. He was caught off-guard, almost letting an astonished chuckle out when you moved back. 

“Do you do this to other people you find hot?” 

“Why?” Your lips beamed, suddenly full of tease as you moved an inch closer to him. All of that solo time with him really calmed your mind but not your body. 

Hyunjae played along, moving his face closer to you too, until you could see the colors of his true eyes under the dimmed lights with his head tilting. “I’m actually quite popular around here. I don’t know if you can handle me like that.” 

“Did my friend say stuff to you again?” Your smile disappeared as your eyes widened, flinching back at his attack. 

“No.” He chuckled, hiding his laugh at his closed lips. He turned off the running water, focusing back at you as he continued. “But I do find you cute when you fluster.” 

“And yes, I do find you kinda hot too, staring at me like that.” Your face flushed in red though it was hard to tell. You felt fearless saying all of that, words that you never knew you would say when you’re attracted to someone like him. 

“You’re really something.” He took off his gloves and apron, slowly walking up to you with your feet shuffling backwards until you were stopped upon a chair where the customers would sit. As he gazed into your eyes, leaning close to your face, you could feel his breath brushing at your lips. You held onto your breath, ears now turning red when he smirked. “Are you here for another tattoo? Because that would be very bold of you.” He tilted his head again, this time, in a tease. “There couldn’t be any other reason, right?” 

“Maybe.” You tried to play along but it was too hard. It might be the sound of his voice that you were falling into. It couldn’t be helped.

Hyunjae smirked as you placed your hand at his neck, your lips colliding together. You stood up as his arms wrapped around your waist until your bodies lashed together. You arms curled behind him when he pulled you up with your legs wrapped around him as he turned around, trying to find a counter to place you over. His lips could taste the fruit punch flavor that you had not too long ago when he took your tongue, taking one of your cheek at a time. He pushed you against a wall instead, devouring your lips once more before he moved back, bodies still connected in that dimmed room. 

Your breaths danced together, calming slowly as you got lost into his eyes. Hyunjae smirked, never knowing that it would lead to this when you were becoming a hot mess for him. Before he led you to his place, he insisted with such a soothing voice that you’d faint if you hear it again. “Let’s get out of here.” 

[mlovesstories]

Sins of the Father Part 3 (FINAL)

Words: 2000

Warnings: rape, cussing, abuse, therapy

Summary: Jensen opens up even more

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“You’ve been quiet since I have been home, sweetie.”  Jensen caught his daughter walking by the entrance of his office.  Reese stopped.

“I’m fine,” she answered her father.  

“Ahem,” Danneel snuck up behind Reese.  She raised an eyebrow at Reese’ lie.  Jensen changed his gaze to Danneel.

“Fine, I have a question,” the daughter looked to Jensen.  

“What’s that, kiddo?”

“Where’s my mom?” Reese walked to Jensen’s desk and sat across from him.  

“That is a very intense story that I can’t tell you right now, sweetie.”

“What? Why?” Reese became defensive.

“I have to call the network, but I think it would be best if I told you in therapy.  You up for going to my session tonight?”

“Umm.  Yeah.”

“It’s going to be a hard conversation, okay?  It’s not just a quick update kinda thing,” Jensen said seriously.  “Oh, that’s me,” he looked down at his phone.  “I need to take this, but I can talk in a few hours, okay, my love?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Reese exited the room with Danneel.  

_________

“She wants me to tell her the whole story and where her mom is.  I wanted to do that here so that you could help.  Is that okay?” Jensen looked for validation in his therapist.  

“I think that’s a great idea,” he replied.  “We’ve seen each other for a while now, Reese.  Both you and your dad have been some of my best clients. This is a hard conversation, but you’re practically an adult, so if you are ready, then let’s do this,” the doctor sighed.  

“I guess.  You’re scaring me though.”

“You’re safe, I promise,” Jensen soothed her.  

“What does that mean? Were we not?”

“No, we were always safe.  Remember we moved right after she left?  That was so she couldn’t find us.  Anyway, Grandpa kicked her out after…” he looked away from her.  “After he saw Kelly hit me across the face.”

Reese gasped.  She took his hand.

“It’s okay,” she smiled.

“Keep going, Jensen,” the doctor encouraged the father.  

“We saw her a few years ago at the promenade, I just never pointed her out to you.  Your mom had been drinking and used drugs.  I heard it through some of our old friends and because her body looked tired and aged.”

“I met my mom and I never knew it?” Reese took in the information.  

“I never let you go back to Gram and Gramps’ because they let her move back in, and I couldn’t have you around her if she was willing to slap me in front of you.  You were in the car, looking away, thankfully.”

“Wow,” Reese took a deep breath.  “So where is she?”

Jensen caught a breath in his throat.  Reese dropped his hand.  

“Dad?”

“She… she tried to do the same thing with another guy, and she was arrested.”

“Abused him?”

“...raped him,” Jensen teared up.

“What? Guys don’t get rape-“

Jensen put his head in his hands to catch his sobs.  

Reese moved his hands away from his face and leaned into his chest.  “Where is she, I’m going to-”

Jensen’s whimpers filled the room.

“Kelly was killed in prison.  The inmates found out that she was a rapist. She’s gone, baby.”

Jensen felt his daughter shaking against him.  

“I’m so sorry, Daddy!  How could she do that to you?”

“She was mean, sweetie.” Jensen cleared his throat. “If she had ever done anything like that to you, I would have left sooner.”

The doctor waited until both had stopped crying and offered them some tissues.  

“Do you see why your dad didn’t offer this information to you?”

“Yeah,” Reese nodded.  “It’s really personal and a lot of people never tell.”

“Correct.”

“I would have never told you, but I would have gotten into a web of lies, and I can’t lie to you.  It wouldn’t be fair.  You’re eighteen.  I didn’t want you to ever know the full extent of it. I couldn’t tell you all of it when you were younger, obviously, but I can’t hide it from you as an adult.  You would just pester me about it,” Jensen smiled.  

“Damn right,” Reese giggled.  “How are you okay?”

“Because of you, Dee, Jared, the doc,” he gestured to the therapist.  “Really.  And you know how I got a tattoo on my hip a few weeks ago?”

“Yeah?”

“I used it to cover up some of the damage your mom had caused on my skin.  I hope you like the tattoo,” Jensen stood and lifted his shirt to his ribcage.  “It’s for you.”

Reese scooted closer to her dad so that she could see it.  

“It’s three blue hearts.  One for you, Dee, and me.  Give me your hand.”

Reese offered her hand to her dad.  He guided her fingers to his hip.  

“Do you feel that?” Jensen moved her fingers up and down the scar that was no longer visible.  Reese felt the lines embedded in his skin.  

“K... A… A…”

“Yeah.”

“Kelly Ann Ackles.  She did that?  As if you were her property?” Reese removed her hand from her dad’s hip.  

“Yeah.  With you, me, and Dee together for so long now, I thought it was a good way to start over.  Not have to be reminded of some of the bad stuff.”

“How are you feeling about all this, Reese?” The doctor interjected himself back into the conversation.  

“She’s a bitch.  If she weren’t dead-”

“Honey,” Jensen quieted her.  “It’s over.  You don’t have to hate her.  She loved you, she made some terrible choices, but she really did love you.”

“How does it feel to hear him say that?”  The therapist asked Reese.  

“He’s so calm about something that ruined his life,” Reese looked from her dad to the doctor.  

“It look a long time for me to work through this, baby.  I still get upset about it, but I want you to know that I don’t blame you, and I don’t hate her.”

“How can you not?”

“I didn’t want to bash her, baby.  Kelly meant a lot to you.”

“She could have killed you with what she did!  And I couldn’t protect you!  AND I blamed you for the last ten years when all you did was protect ME!”

“Reese!” The doctor caught her attention.  She snapped her head to the therapist.  “You know you can’t say that.  What do you say instead?”

“Those were not problems to carry as weight.  When it happened, I was only eight.”

“Thank you.  Now, I think we need to decompress for a moment.  How’s school, Reese?”

“Good-”

“She’s getting A’s in-”

“Jensen,” the doctor gave a warning.  “Did I ask YOU the question?”

“No…” Jensen curled into himself.  

“Thank you.  Now, can you continue Reese?”

“It’s good.  I have some friends and I play volleyball, but I’m a senior, so I’ll be done soon.”

“Wow!  Congratulations!”

“Thanks!” Reese beamed.  

“How’s work, Jensen?”

“Oh, I can speak now?” Jensen growled.  

“Why are you so cross all of a sudden?” The doctor narrowed his eyes at his patient.  

“Dad, it’s okay.  Therapy is hard.  You know that.”

“Do I need to count to ten too?” Jensen stared at his therapist.  

“I don’t know what changed, but you know one of the ground rules in here is not interrupting people.”

“Sorry,” Jensen took in a deep breath.  “I’m beyond stressed.”

Jensen went on to share that everything with Kelly had somewhat caught up with him.  He and Danneel were now married, doing things that he and his ex-wife used to do. Baking together, parties…

‘I can see how that would be overwhelming.  Reese, do you find it hard as well?”

“Eh. she’s been in my life for awhile now.  I like her.  She’s always been like my mom since Kelly left.”

“Kelly?” The doctor was curious for Reese’s name change.

“She RAPED my dad.  Kelly isn’t my mom.”

“I understand.  Before we get amped up again, I think we should call it a night.  Be gentle with yourselves, and both of you, don’t blame each other or yourselves for this.  You understand?”

“Yes,” the two patiets responded.  

“Homework.  Affirmations.  Tell each other one compliment every day.  Even if it’s just a text message.  Have a good night, guys.”

_________

The next few days were tough.  Reese missed her dad.  Especially after the last few weeks.  

“He was raped, Dee.”

“I know.  But there is nothing we can do about that now.”

“I know, but he didn’t deserve that.”

“No, he didn’t,” Danneel agreed.  “But he is okay.  He is okay.”

Reese

You’re really strong, Daddy.  

Jensen

You’re so resilient, Reesy.  Good night from Vancouver.

_______

Reese

You don’t give up, even when it’s hard.

Jensen

Even through all of this news, you still push yourself to perform in school.  I love my honor roll student. :)

______

Reese

I love that you thank me for being me.  You make me feel smart.

Jensen

You show me how you love me by calling me and making sure I am okay.  I love that you send me videos of you and Danneel getting ready for Christmas even though you’re doing stuff that you used to do with your mom.

Reese

You’ve been married for a while, Dad.

Jensen

I know.  But it still makes me happy.

________

“Hi, Dad.” Reese walked into the kitchen on a Saturday morning, greeting her father after he flew in on a red-eye the night before.  

“Hey, sweetheart,” he put down the paper and opened his arms to her as he sat on a barstool at the kitchen island.

“You’re warm,” Reese giggled.  

“Got cold last night, so I had to add blankets to my bed.  Danneel’s not up.  I heard she had a long day at the brewery yesterday.”

“So many people there yesterday, apparently.  That promotional thing really worked, I guess.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Dad.  What’s up?”

“You know that saying, ‘the sins of the father’?”

“Yeah?” Reese cocked her head to the side.  “What about it?”

“I’ve been worried that you have been blaming yourself about all of this.  Our lives have been nuts, and I don’t ever want you to think that it’s your fault.  The sins of the father are not the sins of the son, or daughter, in our case.”

“But you didn’t do anything in the first place, Daddy.”

“What I mean is that we aren’t victims.  I don’t ever want you to feel as though I am a victim of your mom. You couldn’t have done anything.”

“We’ve talked about this, Dad.  It’s okay.”

“I don’t want you to carry it with you, though.  We do life.  We keep going, because that’s what we have to do.  If we get caught up in what has happened, we can’t live.  Not fully, anyway.”

Six Months Later

“They say the sins of the father are the sins of the son.  We are not our parents.  We, as students, make different choices than them.  Whether you are here today as a first member of your family to ever graduate, or if you come from a long line of graduates, I congratulate you.  You- we- did it.  We are the latest class of high school seniors. We did it.  There are many things people say.  ‘It’s easy,’ or ‘it doesn’t mean anything.’  YOU did it.  With a high school diploma, doors can be opened for you.  They say the sins of the father are the sins of the son.  My father taught me these things I have just shared with you.  So the sins of the father… I am no sin.  I am a graduate!” Reese took off her cap, untied her tassel, and threw the cap in the air.  “WE DID IT! Congratulations to the Class of 2019!” 

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A ROSE TATTOO

CHAPTER FOUR

“Sirius?” James asked in a sweet tone. “You still picking up those flowers for me?”

“I don’t see why you can’t,” Sirius responded, cleaning up his station as he had just finished  session.

“What if she’s there,” James argued.

“You ask her out on a date,”

“Yeah, Potter,” Alyce snickered. “Don’t be a pussy,”

James just stuck his tongue out.

“Actually, I do want to go over there anyway,” Sirius said. “I’ve had this idea for awhile and I want to talk to the manager about it?”

“What? You want to give the cute Orders Manager a free tat?” Alyce smirked.

Sirius pulled a face at her. “No, I was thinking about having weekly flowers at the shop,”

“Why?” James asked. “Seriously, where did this idea even come from? Flowers? Punk boy Sirius wants flowers?”

“Are you okay?” Alyce asked. “Did you have a fall? A fever?”

“The more you make fun of me the more I cut your pay,” They immediately shut up. “When am I picking up these flowers?”

“Sirius, you called,” James stated.

“Oh, well I forgot,” Sirius shrugged. “I’ll go over now,”

“Don’t mention me to Lily!” James shouted.

“Aye aye captain!” Sirius saluted. 

He momentarily clocked out and grabbed his phone and wallet, heading over to the other side of the street. He pushed open the door, hearing the little bell jingled above him as he walked in. He looked at the counter and saw a guy with a buzzcut. 

“Welcome to Lupins’ Lotus’, how can I help you?” The guy asked nicely.

“Hi, I’m here to pick up some flowers for James?” Sirius said, or more asked.

The guys eyes widened a little. “One moment please,” He said then quickly disappears through the doorway behind him.

Sirius looked at the spot where the man once was with confusion. He blinked and shook his head, looking at the flowers around him and smelling some of them. 

“Hi,” A feminie voice said, now next to him. He jumped a little. “My name is Mary, I am the Orders Manager. You must be Sirius?”

“The one and only, I think,” Sirius laughed. “I’m here to pick up some Zannia’s for Potter, or James,”

“My friend, Jake, is just grabbing those for you,” Mary smiled politely. “So, you work at the tattoo parlour across the street?”

Sirius nodded. “The only one in town,”

“That’s nice,” Mary said.

Sirius felt awkward. How long does it take to get flowers? 

He looked at the girl standing in front of him. She was quite attractive, no, very attractive. Shame, really. Especially since she is flirting with him. He almost felt bad for what would happen.

“Is the manager around to talk to?” Sirius asked.

“He is with family today, so I am the manager in charge for today,” Mary explained.

Sirius was about to say something when another voice spoke. “No she is not,” A girl with red hair said. He knew straight away that was Lily.

“You must be Lily,” Sirius grinned. “James can’t wait to see your reaction,” He grinned even more knowing that James will most definitely hit him for this.

“Oh,” Lily laughed awkwardly. ‘Well, I am in charge for today. Remus, the Manager, if visiting family today. How may I help you?”

“I just wanted to talk to him about flowers and stuff..” Sirius knew that sounded weird. “It’d be better if I could actually talk to him, only because he is in charge no offence to you girls,”

Lily laughed. “None taken. Mary, get Sirius’ number and put it in the notebook with a note for Remus, I’ll go see if Jake pulled a precious muscle,” She then walked away.

Mary smiled at Sirius again. She grabbed a pen and a black sparkly notebook. “So, full name and number please,”

“Sirius Black,” He then told her his phone number.

She wrote it down then gave him a wink, he just smiled back. The guy from earlier walked out, Sirius is pretty sure his name is Jake, along with Lily. Jake handed Sirius the flowers and yeah, Sirius thought, they looked really nice. Understandable Lily likes them.

“That will be thirty dollares please,” Mary said. Sirius handed her the money James gave him and she give him the change.

“Thank you,” Sirius grinned. “Good luck Lily,” He left, walking back over to his shop.

 ~~~

“How do I english,” James was panicking.

“Well, you open your mouth and do the thing you've been doing for like, all of your life- ow!” Sirius rubbed the back of his head, jutting out his bottom lip. 

“Thanks, asshole,” James, the person who just slapped Sirius in the back of the head, said. “Peter, how do I talk to girls?”

“Has Wormtail even had a girl- Ow! Is it abuse Sirius day?” Sirius now rubbed his bicep.

“Like you talk to every other girl James,” Peter said calmly, ignoring Sirius.

“But Lily isn’t every other girl!” James argued. “She’s..” He sighs. “Perf-”

“I don’t want to hear it,” Sirius interrupts. “By my calculations it would be the 139,44-”

“You’re saying random numbers,” Peter interrupts this time.

“Maybe,” Sirius shrugs. “But I shut him up,”

“You guys aren’t helping!” James huffed. “I must confind in the lesbian, Alyce!!”

They all heard a loud sigh. “What, Potter?”

“How do I talk to Lily?”

“Go up to her, say hello, ask her how she is, how her day has been, then give her the flowers,”

“But what do I do after that?”

“Depending on what reaction?”

“Bad,”

“Apologise, then just walk away,”

“Lame!” Sirius shouted. “You shouldn’t give up that easily,”

“Sirius that’s harassment,” Peter whispered.

“Oh,” Sirius said quietly.

“What about good?” James asked.

“Improvise, use your brain,” Alyce tapped his head. “Ask her on a date,”

“Oh god I don’t know if I can do that,” James freaked. “That’s scary,” 

Alyce just rolled her eyes. “Have your balls dropped yet, Potter?”

James scrunched up his face, repeating her words in a childish tone. “Yes, they have dropped,”

“They are just very small,” Sirius grinned.

“You actually aren’t helping,” Peter shook his head. “In any way, at all,”

Sirius stuck out his tongue and folded his arms across his chest. “I’m right,” He mumbled to himself.

“Where are you doing it?” Alyce asked.

“At college tomorrow morning,” James confirmed. “We have history together,”

“Do it after class,” Alyce suggested.

“How will I hide the flowers?” James queried.

“Sirius, do you have a session or a class tomorrow?” Alyce turned to the boy in question. He shook his head. “He can drop them off,”

“Okay,” James nodded. “Easy enough,”

Now it was all sorted. The conversation was had as everyone was cleaning up. They did the final cleaning then grabbed their bags and jackets and walked out back, Sirius behind locking every door and window. 

“Good luck man,” Alyce clapped James on the back. “You’ll do great,” She then left, getting in her car.

“Yeah, I believe in you prongs,” Peter gave him a supportive smile then got in his own car.

“So glad I have my own man to take me home,” Sirius fluttered his eyes, climbing into James’ car, the other boy getting in the driver's seat.

“And I’m so glad I get to take you home,” James said sarcastically. 

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