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comfortscripts · 3 years ago

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May I Have This Dance? ¬ Steve Rogers

Plot - After retiring his shield, Steve's partner realises that he seems to be missing something.

Requested? Yes/No

Genre - ☁️️Fluff ☁️️

Note/Warning - Steve didn't return to Peggy after Endgame (I refuse to accept that ending honestly), I think this is GN but please let me know if I have used fem!pronouns, also the reader wears a dress in this so if you are uncomfortable with that be aware.

Word Count - 1.7k

After your husband Steve retired from the superhero living, life seemed dull in his eyes. You could see that his once vibrant baby blues had lost their sparkle, their joy for life.

Whilst him having more time meant that your relationship thrived, Steve was missing something and you were missing him being truly happy.

It was Sunday and a rule of the Rogers relationship is that Sunday was an "Old School Day".

No technology, no going to the city and no current news or media of any kind.

It took a while to get use to but you soon learned to love it because it meant that you had the whole day with your soulmate, no distractions. But today was different, there was one thing that had taken up your entire focus all day.

A few days prior, you were in line at the supermarket when you spotted a flyer.

DANCE YOURSELF BACK TO THE 40s!

Have you ever wondered what a 40s dance was like?

Well if the answer is yes, get yourself down to the Michaelton Hall this Sunday at 7:30pm

The cashier was a motherly looking woman in her late 60s named Dorothy, her family had owned the supermarket here since the 1920s and being a cashier here was her first job. Twice a week she would come down and "relive her youth" as her husband always jokes.

"I thought that might catch your eye" Dorothy spoke after watching you inspect the flyer. "The old music, the clothes and just that feeling of a simpler time. I'm hoping to convince William to take me but getting him to dress up like a princess is more likely than getting him to dance."

You laugh at the woman's joke but mainly at the idea of William in a frilly dress. William and Dorothy had been married for 52 years but the only time William ever danced with her was on their wedding night, a story that you thought was sad but Dora took it in her stride.

"Well I am thinking that this might be a good way to get Steve out of his funk, even for only a night" You say with a wistful look on your face whilst piling fruit into your shopping bag.

"What a wonderful idea my dear!" Dorothy exclaimed whilst scanning the final item "There is a quaint little vintage store about half a mile out of town, I am sure you'd find a dress to knock Steve's socks off"

Smiling at the woman, you hand her some cash before taking one last look at the flyer "You are like a fairy godmother Dora. Have a lovely day and hopefully see you at the dance".

By the next morning, you were keen to start prepping for the Sunday surprise. Giving your husband a kiss goodbye, you headed off to 'run some errands'.

First stop was buying the tickets, then that left you with finding the perfect 40s dress.

You headed out of town to the vintage store Dorothy mentioned but you were not prepared for how beautiful the shop was. Flowers in corners all over the place, fairy-lights decorated the clothing racks and old pieces of sparkling jewellery was displayed throughout the store.

You could have spent hours in there, it felt like a visual time machine but it seemed luck was on your side. As you strolled further into the store, you noticed a stunning pastel floor-length satin dress with light embellishments near the sleeves. That was exactly what you needed.

Everything was ready. Tickets were bought, dress was found and Steve's old military suit was ready to be worn. All you had to do now was keep it from your husband till Sunday.

Making it to Sunday evening was difficult, you had nearly exposed the plans twice but thankfully Steve believed the excuses you came up with. But now it was time to get ready.

"My love, guess what I found the other day in the attic" You call out to your super-solider husband. "Your old army uniform. Perfect condition as well".

Handing the outfit to Steve, you see his eyes light up with the memories of his time back in the 1940s. Although he looked only slightly older than he did the last time he wore it, it was like looking back in time.

"Wow, I didn't think I would ever see this again." He spoke caressing the material.

"Steve, do you think you could maybe try it on again? I would love to have a glimpse of what use to be the fashion" You asked carefully, trying to make sure he didn't suspect anything else.

A small smile graced his face. "Of course, I probably would have wanted to try it on either way" And with a laugh, he headed upstairs to suit up.

Whilst the super-solider was getting ready, you slipped into your dress and quickly slipped on an oversized shirt which made it look like you were wearing a long skirt and t-shirt. Applying a bit of makeup before double checking that your purse was ready with the tickets, car keys and some other essentials.

Hearing footsteps descend your staircase, you turn around to a fully suited and confident looking Steve Rogers. This man has managed to make you fall more in love every day for the past 6 years but in this moment, he took your breath away.

"You look so handsome. How did I ever get lucky enough to call you my husband?" You express as you reach up to lay the corner of his collar down. Even though you compliment your husband all the time, Steve still flushes a bit red at the sweet words.

Leaning in to give him a small kiss, you suddenly remember that you are on a time constraint. You pull back with a mischievous grin dancing on your face.

"Oh no, I know that face. What have you done?" Steve asks with a little chuckle. Instead of responding, you grab his hand and head out to the car. After instructing him to get into the passenger seat, you settle yourself in the driver's seat and start the car whilst Steve sits beside you watching like he was trying to solve a puzzle - the puzzle being you.

"I have a surprise for you but I am going to need you to put this blindfold on whilst I drive us there" With a grin on your face and your hand offering a silk blue blindfold to your incredibly confused but handsome husband.

Cautiously Steve reaches for the blindfold and puts it on, he would trust you with his life so why not trust you with a small surprise.

After driving for 15 minutes or so, Steve feels the car stop and turn off.

"Wait one second" You say before he hears you open your door.

Bubbling with excitement you quickly discard of your t-shirt, place some kitten heels on and apply a sultry shade of red on your lips before throwing anything you don't need in the trunk.

Walking over to Steve's side of the car, you calm your nerves slightly with a deep breathe. Opening the passenger door, you take a hold of Steve's hand and carefully guide him towards the entrance of the hall.

Sounds of Moonlight Serenade songs fill his ears as he enters, still completely oblivious to his partner's scheme. He notices that it is far warmer in this area and that he can smell a mix of perfume and whiskey.

"Okay baby, when I count to 3, you can take off your blindfold" You finally say.

"1"

"2"

"3"

As Steve removes the silk blocking his vision and is immediately hit with a feeling of nostalgia. The hall looked like something out of his memories; men and women dressed in 40s fashion dancing the night away, a small band playing all the most popular songs from the decade he yearned for, men who reminded him of Bucky trying to pick up girls at the bar.

Steve thought that he was blown away until he saw his Y/N. The person who made life worth living, who made everything seem light again. There they stood, looking like they had just walked off the silver screen from an old movie. Steve never really believed that he could live such a happy life but somewhere along the way, he must have done something right because now he is married to an angel.

Walking up to you, he placed his hands on your waist and looked deep into your eyes. Drowning in Steve's ocean blue eyes was a favourite past-time of yours but this felt more than that.

"I noticed you have been a bit down since you gave up the shield and I couldn't see you frown anymore." You whisper quietly as if you were nervous that this plan wouldn't work.

"I know I say it constantly but I love you, Y/N Rogers. Your kindness, your care, your effortless beauty, you." Steve recited, filling every word with pure love and appreciation. "Sometimes I think that I am no one if I am not Captain America or I don't belong in this world but you. You, Y/N, you made me realise that you are my home, not the past. You are the only one I need in this life-time or any other life-time because you taught me who I am beyond the shield."

Tears start to well up in your eyes as you hang off his every word.

"This dance is amazing but what makes me happy is that I get to spend tonight and every night with my soulmate" Steve takes a step back and extends his hand. "So, may I have this dance my darling?"

Reaching for his hand, you make your way onto the dance floor amongst the other couples. As the song dies down, Stella by Frank Sinatra starts filling the hall with a romantic atmosphere and you feel Steve place his hand on your hip before placing another in your hand. This was truly a night to remember.

As you sway with your husband, you let your eyes wander to the other dancing couples and near the centre of the dance floor, you spot Dorothy and William smiling and swaying like teenagers again.

All you can do is hope that you and Steve will be dancing together when you are old and grey.

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boldlyvoid · 3 years ago

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Amoreena | Chapter Eighteen

Amoreena Chapter Eighteen

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: hospital visits, fainting, IV's and ultrasounds!

word count: 5k

from the beginning <3

Y/N heads off to work at 8 on Wednesday, sick and miserable but it's her job. Leaving Spencer with the girls. “So, what are our plans for today?”

“We need to pick up some paint samples so we can pick for my room,” Jo replies, shovelling waffles into her mouth right after with syrup dripping down her chin.

Spencer passes her a napkin with a smile, “do you guys want to go visit my friend Penelope? She’s really good with aesthetics, as she calls them, she’ll be able to help the best.”

“She’s the one you told me about?”

Spencer nods, “yeah, I’m just going to call and see if she’s free today. Put your dishes in the dishwasher after, your mom doesn’t need to come home from work to do the sticky dishes okay?”

“Yes sir,” they both groan, jokingly, smiling at each other as they do so.

He runs up to his bedroom then, sitting on his side of the bed and taking his phone out of his pocket. He dials Luke’s number instead, knowing she’d kill him if she’s still asleep while he’s calling her.

“Hey man!” Luke answers, cheerful and very awake. “How’s the new kid?”

“Jo’s great, she’s settling in really well,” He smiles, news travelled fast in the BAU, “I actually want to introduce her to Penelope, is she awake and willing to take visitors this early?”

“Um,” he can hear Luke’s panic through the phone, “you know, here she’s beside me, she can tell you.”

“Hello, Spencer,” Penelope’s voice carries down the line and invoking a smile on Spencer’s face. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to introduce you to Josephine today, are you busy?”

“We have a doctor's appointment to go to in 10 minutes, but we’ll be home around 10:30?”

His brain stalls, malfunctioning a small amount at why Luke would be going to the doctors with Penelope. “You can’t be pregnant too, me you and Derek can’t all have kids the same age.”

“Savannah’s pregnant too?!” Penelope screams down the line, “holy shit.”

“Penelope!” Spencer shouts, “are you kidding me?”

“No, we were going to tell you soon, when you made that wine comment a few weeks ago I knew she was pregnant because I am too,” Penelope’s voice is so soft he knows she’s smiling on the other side.

She always wanted kids, that’s why she spoiled Henry and Hank so much, they were like her honorary babies until she was in the right place to have kids of her own. She has told Spencer time and time again how much she wants a family, how badly she wanted one but couldn’t find the perfect partner… then she met Luke.

“Put Luke back on,” Spencer sounds sterner than he means to, Penelope puts him on speaker instead.

“Are we going to have the father-to-son chat?” Luke teases him through the phone.

“I just wanted to thank you, this is going to be a really cool experience,” Spencer feels incredibly emotional at the thought of all 3 of their kid's meeting and being best friends.

“You just bumped Spencer to the top of my suggestions list,” Luke jokes in response, not able to handle the sappiness this early in the morning. “Thanks, man, So Derek’s going to be a dad again too?”

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you,” Spencer feels a bit like an idiot, “I don’t know how far along they are so just keep it a secret for now.”

“She’ll probably tell me when I tell her,” Penelope rationalized it, “it’s fine, Spence, all of us are having babies it’s a good secret to spill.”

“When are you due?”

“January 29th,” Penelope smiles, “you?”

“Y/N doesn’t know for sure, but she’s thinking it’s February 20th, if she got her math right,” Spencer confirms with a smile, “we have a doctor's appointment to see the little one in 2 weeks.”

“We find out if it’s a boy or girl today,” Luke added, and he can hear Penelope smack him.

“We’re not finding out! I want it to be a surprise!”

“I’m going to find out, I’m going to stare that sonogram down till I see a pee-pee or not,” Luke bickered back. Making her furious on purpose, like always.

“Good luck with that, it’s a blob and you’re a dork,” she fought right back, probably even more feisty now that she was pregnant.

That made Spencer just shake his head, he couldn’t even picture it. It was insane when Haley got pregnant and Hotch became a dad, he was so shocked when JJ got pregnant and her small body was able to do it. He’ll never forget seeing Derek become a father, it was way too eventful not to. But this, he never thought he’d see it.

She probably felt the same with him.

“We’ve got to go in now Spence, but we can pick up some brunch and meet you at ours around 11?” Penelope cut into his awkward silence, “you can see the ultrasound and be the first to know.”

“Sounds good, I’m really happy for you, Penny,” Spencer added with a smile. “Bye.”

“Bye!”

After he hangs up he shoots a text over to Y/N, “taking the girls to Penelope’s house, is there an extra booster seat for Amoreena anywhere?” And slides his phone back into his pocket.

Down the stairs, Jo and Amoreena are doing the dishes instead of just placing them in the dishwasher. Amoreena is on a stool, washing the plates as Jo dries and is able to reach the cabinets better to put them away. They don’t even know he’s there watching as they pass plates back and forth.

Then Amoreena jumps off the stool as the water drains, finally turning around to see her dad, “all clean! Mom shouldn’t have to do anything while she’s making a baby.”

Spencer couldn’t stop smiling, his girls were so perfectly kind and caring. It was like he won the genetic lottery being blessed with them.

“She’d really appreciate us keeping the house clean for the next few months,” Spencer agreed. “Are you guys excited or nervous about the baby?”

They both shrugged and moved in closer to the counter, resting against it as they thought it over. He pressed his lips together awkwardly as he waited, “I’m really nervous.” He announced, watching their faces turn to worry.

“Why?” Jo asked, “You’re really good at being a dad.”

“I haven’t done it from the beginning yet,” he’s open and honest with them, letting them know he doesn’t always have every answer but he’s brave enough to try.

“If anything,” Amoreena’s smart little mind gets to work, “because you’ve been so amazing without really knowing us, I can imagine Elly will love you the most because she’ll know you the longest.”

“Elly?” Spencer smiles, remembering how serious they all are about the next kid is a girl too.

Amoreena nodded, “she has the choice of 3 nicknames, Elly, Leo or Nora…” She’s clearly thought it all through.

“You know, I was thinking we should get something for Y/N and the baby, do you guys want to go to the store before we go see aunty Penny?”

They both nod enthusiastically, “can we go get changed first?” Amoreena asks, “I want to wear something nice.”

It makes him laugh, “of course, hey, before you go do you know where any more booster seats are for you?”

She bites her lip to think, “hmm, I think there’s one in poppy’s truck?”

“Okay, you go get ready, I’ll go talk to poppy,” Spencer replies, and before he can even turn around both of them are running up the creaky, loud, wooden steps and into their rooms.

He’s already in jeans and a plaid shirt from feeding the chickens that morning, adding just his running shoes and Grandpa’s hat, it was basically his now. He loved it, it felt right, it made Y/N and Amoreena smile when he wore it, and it completed the look of stay-at-home Farm Dad.

He walked right into Y/N’s parent's house, pulling back the screen door before walking, “knock, knock,” he says, smiling as he sees Linda rounding the corner from the kitchen.

“Spencer!” She cheers, wiping her hands off on her apron before pulling him into a hug. “How are your girls?”

“Good,” he smiles again, holding her close quickly before letting her go again. “I’m taking them to a friend's house, does Amoreena have a booster seat here?” He asks for the 3rd time that morning, not wanting to drive her anywhere unless she’s perfectly secured.

“Bob’s got one in the truck, leave your keys here in case he has to go anywhere and just take the truck, it’s easier than taking the seat out and putting it back in,” Linda problem-solved like it was her job.

“Okay,” he places his keys in her hand.

“Bob’s are on the wall by the door, have fun today!” Linda waved him off, “oh, and tell Y/N congratulations.”

“Oh, thanks,” he smiled, “the wedding was really fun.”

He’s just taking the keys off the wall and opening the door again when he hears her small laughter, “I meant on the baby.”

He turns quickly, “how did you know?”

Linda shakes her head, “there are 3 cases of ginger ale in the fridge and 8 empty boxes of saltine crackers in the recycling.”

He turns pink, embarrassed for some reason as if Linda didn’t know he was sleeping with her daughter. He nods with a press-lipped smile. “She didn’t want to tell anyone till the ultrasound.”

“I understand,” Linda smiled. “I’m ready to talk to her when she is, let her know that.”

“I will,” he smiled one last time, “see you later!”

And they were off.

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He’s in a big red farm truck, wearing a farm hat and plaid while listening to Taylor Swift with his daughters.

He can’t help but shake his head at the insanity, agreeing with Taylor’s current lyric that’s being burned into his head, “fever dream high in the quiet of the night you know that I caught it!”

Amoreena and Jo are in the back, singing together as they share what songs are their favourites. It’s surreal, every single moment is, if it wasn’t for how badly it made his heartache to see them so happy he’d think it was all a dream.

The girls are very adamant about going to TJMaxx for a present for Y/N, saying it’s the best place to find nice things for a good price. Spencer would spend a million dollars on her if he could, but this was a group decision, and there were 2 of them now, so he never won anymore.

They get a decent parking space, getting out together they look insane. Spencer is a walking talking Woody from Toy Story at this point, Jo’s in all black and combat boots and Amoreena is a princess… it was an interesting group, to say the least.

They get a cart, pushing it up and down the aisles as they find a million and 1 cute things for Y/N. Everything from paintings to towels, maternity clothes and baby toys, makeup brushes and scarves… they were having the hardest time finding the best thing to get for them.

Spencer turned down the final aisle in the back corner, seeing a bunch of headboards and chairs, and a small little bassinet. It’s whicker and woven beautifully, light wood and a fluffy white inside. It’s soft, well made, and incredibly cute.

“Mom gave my crib to Aunt Ashely, she might like this!” Amoreena cheered, leaning over it to show that she was the perfect height to see inside of it too.

“I’m going to get it,” Spencer announces, “it’ll look nice in our room, and it’s good for the first few months while she’s really dependent on your mom.”

They were all on team girl now, Spencer and his little women just made the most sense. He couldn’t see anyone other than all his girls in his mind when he thought of the future, and he’s had enough time with boys anyway. Hank and Henry would always hold a special place in his heart.

The girls each wanted t pick something out for the baby, heading right for the girl section of the baby aisle. “Now, you have to remember that they’ll be very tiny in the winter, and around 6 months in the summer.”

Everything was actually decently priced like the girls said it would be, so Spencer went a bit overboard. It was his first baby too, he was allowed to spoil it. He stocked up on bib rags, swaddle blankets, pacifiers and cute little hats. Jo and Amoreena on the other handpicked out the cutest little winter coat. It would be perfect for the Virginia winter, a big brown bear coat that zipped up like a sleeping bag. She’s going to be so cozy.

Bringing everything to the cashier was fun, she could see they were all related and smiled, “another brother or sister on the way?”

Jo and Amoreena smiled, “in February,” Jo was the one to answer with a wide smile.

“Congrats!” She smiles as she rings everything through, bagging it all while Spencer pays and the girls take it all to the truck.

“Wait, so will I ever meet my other brother and sister?” Amoreena asks as they’re filling the bed of the truck with what they bought, completely out of the blue.

“Not for a while, Jo kinda broke the rules to find me and figured out who they are, but they can’t know till they’re 18,” Spencer explained.

She turns to Jo with a look of worry, “was my name on there?”

Jo nods enthusiastically, “oh yeah! You’re baby number 3! It goes me, Alice, you and then Dylan is the youngest.”

Amoreena starts to cry, it's soft at first as she goes silent and then she’s heaving as she thinks about it more. She throws herself into Spencer’s arms and he’s so confused. Shushing her as he rubs her back gently, “what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I knew it,” is all she can say. Holding him closer than before. “You were too great to just be my dad.”

Jo places her hand on Spencer’s shoulder, “she’s right.”

“You guys are the amazing ones,” he says softly. “Come on, let’s get in the truck and go see Aunt Penny, she has a surprise.”

Amoreena sighed as she pulled back, “I don’t think I can handle anything more.”

It makes him laugh, “it’s a simple one, I promise.”

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Jo loves Penelope. They instantly click, discussing exactly how she hacked the Sperm bank in all the technical terms which ended up sounding like gibberish to Spencer. She was incredibly smart and very interested in the computer programming field. Penelope offered to take her under her wing.

Amoreena, however, fell head over heels in love with Luke. He was nice to her at the barbecue because he’s Luke and he doesn’t know how to be anything but nice, and she thought he looked like Prince Naveen from the princess and the frog… which just so happened to be her favourite and suddenly Spencer understood why she was in a green princess dress today.

It was adorable, she looked up at him like he was an actual prince with big brown doe eyes as she listened to him talk about all the knightly battles he’s been on recently. She was enamoured, having her first little kid crush on her Aunt’s boyfriend.

Spencer was holding Penelope’s sonogram in his hands, alone on the couch as his kids were deep in conversation with his friends. It was really cool, that’s all he could think. Himself, Derek and Penelope were going to have 3 kids all around the same age.

3 little people who got to grow up with a bond and friendship just as strong as theirs. Each of them having 2 best friends, 2 protectors, it was going to be amazing. He can see it now, a confident little Garcia, a feisty little Morgan and a shy yet chatty little Reid baby all together on the playground. What a nightmare for their poor teacher.

Y/N still hasn’t texted him back from this morning, yet she’s calling him now at 1 pm as they’re getting ready to leave, “hello, princess.”

“Can you leave the girls with Penelope and meet me in the ER?”

“Of what hospital? Are you okay?” He asks, and all eyes are on his horrified face.

Luke stands then, “I’ll take you, let’s go.”

“Bethesda, it’s not bad I just came in to check something and I want you here,” her voice is soft and she knows he’s going to panic. “I need you to breathe and stay calm or the kids will freak out.”

He takes a deep breath, “sorry I forgot we had an appointment today.” He lies pretty well.

“I’ll see you soon okay, text me while Luke drives me?” He’s quiet as he and Luke slip out the door.

“I’ll just stay on the line, I don’t mind, cutie,” he could see her smile in his mind as he listened to her. Able to actually calm down and think straight as he climbed into the passenger seat and handed Luke the keys.

“What happened?”

“I didn’t feel good, I was extra dizzy and sick a few times at work, so Allison made me come in. Savannah has me hooked up to an IV now, I’ve been so sick I’m dehydrated, and they wanted to do an ultrasound but I can’t see her without you here.”

His heartbeat settles a bit, the same thing happened to JJ. It was fairly normal, the first-trimester sickness was so horrific she wasn’t really eating, she had maybe 1 full meal a day even though he tried to get her to eat more. And she was drinking a lot of water, but she was also throwing up hourly. It wasn’t healthy.

“Okay,” he’s able to smile softly. “Thank you for wanting to wait for me.”

She hears his smile too, knowing he’s calm and okay. “She’s your first baby, baby, I want you to have all the firsts with her. Or him. I’m so settled on it being another girl I feel so bad sometimes…”

He can hear the paper of her hospital gown rustling as she rubs her small stomach. “I love you forever even if you are a boy, or you come out a quote-unquote boy and want to be a girl or the other way or neither or even both!” She’s clearly not talking to him anymore as she assures the baby she’s not going to be upset about its gender.

Luke drives like a maniac, Spencer knows from experience but he’s extra insane today. He has dad panic now too, he knows what Spencer’s thinking and so he guns it and he’s in the ER parking lot within 10 minutes. “Okay, I’m here where are you?”

“Savannah’s going to collect you at the door and bring you to me,” her voice is soft and calm still, “I’ll see you in a few minutes, love you.”

“Love you too,” he replies before hanging up. “Thank you, Luke.”

Luke places his hand on Spencer’s shoulder, “you know by now I’d kill for you, right?”

Spencer’s heart has been at a capacity for love for a while now and yet it keeps getting piled on, “thank you. If you want to go back to Penny’s that’s okay. I’ll drive Y/N’s car back to your place.”

“Sure,” Luke smiles again. “Go see that baby, I want to see pictures after!”

With that, Spencer’s getting out of the truck and running into the hospital, holding his hat so it doesn’t fly off. Savannah laughs when she sees him, he’s so anxious and sweet and she’s always admired him for making Derek feel loved before her.

She places a hand on his back as she leads him down the hall, “she’s fine I promise, I wouldn’t be this chill if she wasn’t.”

“Thank you,” Spencer stops, “I really love her Savannah. Like if anything happens to her or my kids I will kill myself kind of love her and it’s terrifying.” His words are a whisper as he shakes, tears welling in his eyes. “I’m trying to be cool and collected for her but I need a minute.”

Savannah looks down the corridor past him, smiling softly as Derek walks out of Y/N’s room. “Derek was here for lunch when she called me.”

He wraps Spencer up in the hug he needs and Spencer just holds him. “You’re the best,” he says softly as he rests his lips against Derek's shoulder like he always does. And Derek messes up his hair, without fail.

Derek places his hands on his cheeks, “she’s really cool, but tomorrow is called off until they’re both past the first trimester and everything is chill, okay?”

“I forgot all about that,” Spencer’s eyes widen.

Derek laughs, “go see your girl, she invited us over for dinner after.”

“Penelope and Luke have to come too, they have big news to share today too,” Spencer spills the beans, “she’s going to be so mad at me for telling you but I have been wanting to scream about it for a few hours now.”

Derek’s face lights up, “I’ll be back!”

Savannah laughs as he runs down the hall, surely going to congratulate his best friend and tell her all about how cool it’ll be to all have kids together. With all the enthusiasm that Spencer kept inside, Derek was about to scream on his behalf.

Y/N’s a vision in the blue paper gown, laying on the table with her hand over her belly as Spencer walks in, “Hey, cutie.”

He peppers kisses to her whole face while she laughs, reaching up with her free hand, the other is all taped up with wires for her fluids. She looks much better already, her skin is glowing and the life is back in her eyes, she’s smiling again and he notices the 2 empty jello cups beside an unopened one.

“Derek made me save you one,” She adds as he notices it, “in case you passed out or something.”

Within minutes, he’s done his jello and there’s a new woman he’s never seen before coming in for Y/N’s ultrasound. She introduces herself as Aria and Y/N can’t help but mention she kind of looks like Arizona on Grey’s Anatomy.

She’s not far along enough for the regular ultrasound wand to pick anything up, wiping her belly clean of the jelly before prepping the other one and Y/N grips Spencer’s hand tighter. She looks like she hates it, and Spencer probably would too if some strange lady shoved a metal stick up his parts.

She’s clicking around on her own, Spencer knows she’s just a tech and she can’t really tell them anything until she does the first sweep for all the answers. She turns the screen after a few minutes, “here’s your little baby, we have a healthy heartbeat and a placenta up here in the top left.”

Seeing his baby is the most magical moment of his life. She was so tiny, the size of a sweet pea inside the love of his life. She looked like a little alien, tiny in her little sac as she floated around in there. Happy, and healthy and growing day by day.”

“Just the one?” Y/N confirms.

Aria laughs, “yes, nothing else is going on in here, but they are measuring more at 7 weeks, almost 8, instead of 6 weeks and 5 days, even with your period math, they might just be a big baby.”

“Our first kid was a chunky baby,” Y/N smiles, looking at the screen and oblivious to how Spencer smiles at the words our first kid…

“So this little one is good, in the fetal position and the tail is at the right length for development, they should look like a person the next time you see them. Everything looks like it’s on track and your HCG is doubling perfectly,” Aria was very cheerful. “You’re just sick because they’re super healthy.”

“I’m fine with that,” Y/N smiles again, “can I have a bunch of copies? Everyone is going to want one.”

“Sure,” Aria hits a few buttons, printing 11 photos off and handing them over to her in a long strand. “Have you looked into any OB’s for this one?”

“Not yet, I was going to bring it up tonight,” Y/N’s the only one talking, Spencer has no idea if he’s allowed an opinion on her body and he’s never going to give one unless she asks.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it! Here are some facilities we like if you need recommendations,” she smiles as she hands them a booklet. “Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” Y/N swoons, sitting up to look at her little baby photos and read the booklet.

Once the woman is gone, she smiles at Spencer, “I want to do a water birth, how are you feeling about that?”

“Like I’ll be there no matter what you pick?” He answers, “I just want you to be safe and in good hands, preferably in a birthing centre where they’re all trained to care for you. I’ve been a little stressed at the idea of us living so far away from the hospital, so it’s better to not do a home birth in case something goes wrong last minute.”

It’s a Reid rant of epic proportions, “okay, water birth in a birthing centre it is. Plus, it’ll be winter so I wouldn’t want to drive in that while giving birth.”

“How long do you have to stay here?”

“Once my IV fluid bag is empty, I can go.” She smiles wide, holding his hand gently as she looks at him. “They’re going to send a nurse to the library on Tuesdays and Thursdays to ensure I get more fluids in me, and I’m also going to take some nausea meds now.”

“Thank you for calling me,” Spencer whispers, “I’m so happy you feel safe with Derek, and that he could have been here for you, but can you call me first next time?”

She nods, “I was scared, I needed to know if she was okay before I told you because I love you a lot and seeing you upset made me more scared.”

“I don’t want you to feel like that,” Spencer shook his head softly, leaning in and pressing their foreheads together. “I may be a worry wort and an anxious crier, but I will hold your hand and I will be here, you mean more to me than anything else.”

She cupped his face with her free hand, “the girls better be on the same level as me.” She brings a smile to his face, “if anything happens to me you have to be strong for them, I know nothing bad will. But I need you to know I do have faith in you to keep going after me, for them. They need a parent, be it me or you, at 100% all the time.”

“I promise,” he smiles so she knows he’s true.

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Penelope Spencer and Derek laid all 3 of their ultrasounds on Y/N’s kitchen table, a sticky note on each one. Baby Garvez, Baby Morgan and Baby Reid…

The Big Three 2.0 coming this winter.

Penelope took a photo of it, opening the BAU text thread that has all members past and present included. Sending the photo to everyone while they patiently waited for a response.

Jordan Todd: way to go!!! Can’t wait to see all that cuteness!

Anderson: !!! Bring them by the office sometime, please!

Hotch: Jack said he’s excited to meet his new cousins. Congrats guys.

Elle: is Penelope having 2 babies or did Spencer get a wife I don’t know about?

Emily: Congrats!! (And yes Spencer has a wife and 3 kids now apparently…)

Elle: pics or it didn’t happen

Spencer:

Elle: no fuckin way... congrats Reid!

Alex Blake: so proud of you Spencer, I always knew you could do it. Love is full of endless possibilities. Your kids will be so loved, I miss you all.

Matt Cruz: congrats!

Kate Callahan: we need to get you a triple stroller

Penelope: Please!! Zoo trips are going to be a riot with that!

Tara: so happy for you all!

Matt: Welcome to the club Spencer and Luke!

Kristy: and Y/N! We need to throw a big baby shower on the farm before the cold weather!

Will: JJ…

JJ: no.

Will: Spencer, tell nini I’m really happy she’s finally going to be a big sis, she’s always been so good with the kids. You made some great kids!

Spencer: thanks everyone ♥︎

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♠️ Riddle History ♠️

Here is the chronological list of ♠️’s public messages. Those that were officially solved by ♠️ are shown under the riddle in red font. Those we believe we solved are shown in blue font. All of these messages are copied and pasted directly from ♠️ (the only exception is the first one re: Karlie attending Nashville rep show. That one is from memory as I deleted it, unfortunately). All punctuation, including ellipsis, capitalization and lower case are ♠️’s work.

♠️ Karlie will be at the reputation tour in Nashville - Aug 2018

This 👆🏼 came true!

♠️ "Taylor is a good influence on Karlie" - follow that trail - Mid Sep 2018

♠️ However, Karlie will be single and will have rekindled her friendship with Taylor to a suggestive degree. - 10/12/2018

♠️ When did the world decide to hide the real tears with fake smiles - 10/17/2018

Spade sent this message less than 24 hours prior to Karlie’s fake wedding. While Spade has not confirmed that we solved this one, we are pretty confident we got this right.

♠️ And with words unspoken | A silent devotion | I know you know what I mean | And the end is unknown. - 10/18/2018

♠️ When do you think we will receive the first Taylor Swift & Karlie Kloss friendship candid? `I recall late November, holdin’ my breath | Slowly I said, “You don’t need to save me | But would you run away with me?”` - 10/19/2018

♠️ Patience. - *(cannot locate, but sometime between 10/19 and 12/05)

♠️ There is oh so much more to come. - 12/05/2018

♠️ //7// - 12/06/2018

♠️ //3// - 12/10/2018

Spade stopped back days later to solve this one for us:

♠️ I’ve never done this before but here is insight into my previous messages. The //7// for how many days until the post, and the //3// for the time (CST) of the post. Yes, this, like many things, was planned. Precision, perfection and passion are why this Sagittarius succeeds. Karlie Kloss posted her Instagram story wishing Taylor Swift happy birthday at 3:45pm (CST). - 12/13/2018

♠️ I use CST because our command-post/headquarters are in Nashville. - 12/14/2018

♠️ The blue will remain true. - 12/30/2018

♠️ We wait. - 01/02/2019

♠️ An 8 ball can go amuck but for every star, we wish you luck 💫. - 01/04/2019

Spade stopped back days later to solve this one for us:

♠️ Yes, the `8 ball can go amuck` was about the last minute change in plans. However, the ‘every star, we wish you luck’ was for all stars that were present at the Golden Globes and wishing them a little luck. I want to clarify that I did not know A Star is Born would win that category (nor which category Swift would present). My tidbit about `star` was for every celebrity/star tha would be present at a glamorous event such as The Golden Globes. - 01/07/2019

♠️ A reminder to all, Taylor Swift & Tree Paine work well together because they are precise, perfectionists and passionate, but they are also adaptable. Nothing is stagnant and it’s always advantageous to remember to pivot! - 01/09/2019

In the May 10, 2019, Entertainment Weekly spread, Taylor wore several pins on her jacket. She decoded some of them in the article. #5 was a Friends (TV show) pin.

From the article: Friends is a major staple in Swift world. Her favorite quote from the shoe? “‘Pivot!’ I take it as career advice.”

♠️ Take a sip, you just might get lost in the clouds. - 01/16/2019

Spade stopped back days later to solve this riddle for us:

♠️ The ‘take a sip’ part was like when the kids say “that’s the tea” and then followed by, well, the TEA. Clouds are a big part of this Lover era and they’re obviously on the album cover! It was simply to give a hint to the cover & era aesthetic. - 06/13/2019

♠️ I can’t reveal all the keys to my riddles; my lips are lockedown. - 01/18/2019

Lockedown is not properly spelled here. But this spelling is an anagram for no wedlock. The fact that this riddle was sent to us on the 18th day of January and Karlie got fake ‘married’ on the 18th of October, makes this pretty convincing. No wedlock means that there was not an actual marriage. It was just a photo shoot.

♠️ ♠️ Message from ♠️ - 02/10/2019

♠️ the loudest form of love is silence. - 02/12/2019

♠️ yet not all things shall remain quiet. - 02/12/2019

♠️ Happy Valentine’s Day to you and your followers. May love find you wherever you are. - 02/14/2019

♠️ …Nothing has changed | Everything is different… - 02/20/2019

♠️ See? Nothing has changed, yet everything feels … different. - *(cannot locate, but sometime between 2/20 and 2/28)

♠️ With lips that fade, and human laughter… you’ll find the answer, within kismet. - 02/28/2019

Spade stopped back days later to solve this one. See below under the 08/14/2019 riddle.

♠️ It’s the dark that sparks the fight for light. - 03/13/2019

Ivy was released on December 11, 2020:

So yeah, it’s a fire

It’s a goddamn blaze in the dark

And you started it

You started it

So yeah, it’s a war

It’s the goddamn fight of my life

And you started it

You started it

♠️ reflect, 42°, refract - 03/14/2019

🌈 rainbows are the result of the refraction and reflection of light. Raindrops glint rainbow 🌈 rays at 42° from the point directly opposite the sun. ☀️

♠️ to be truly seen is a far greater freedom than to be invisible - 03/15/2019

ME! was released on Lesbian Visibility Day - 4/26/2019. While Spade has not confirmed that we solved this one, we are pretty confident we got this right.

♠️ The ice held me in its snare, with the promise of safe keeping & a heart that would never break | As I laid there unaware, the sun came to me and whispered its warmth into my broken parts | Slowly, I turned to her, and said “Are you saving me?” | She responded with truth “No, you decide your fate.“ - 03/17/2019

“right where you left me” was released December 18, 2020:

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

Time went on for everybody else, she won’t know it

She’s still twenty-three inside her fantasy

How it was supposed to be

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Matching this up with evermore and it’s resolution:

And I was catching my breath

Barefoot in the wildest winter

Catching my death

And I couldn’t be sure

I had a feeling so peculiar

That this pain would be for evermore

Evermore

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In the cracks of light

I dreamed of you

It was real enough

To get me through

Taylor’s Interview on Apple Music where she described the final verse of “evermore” as choosing to go inside. “You decide your fate”

♠️ I’m so glad you guys read my riddles and work very hard to solve them. But if I could ask one thing from you all, it’s to stop guessing who I am. If and when I want to reveal my identity, I’ll let you know. Thank you and may love find you wherever you are. - 03/18/2019

♠️ The Queen raised her hand and even the King bowed down. - 04/12/2019

Spade stopped back days later to confirm WE solved this one.

Carole King presented Taylor with the Artist of the Decade award at the AMAs on November 24, 2019.

♠️ Sometimes my riddles won’t make sense for months but once you guys figure them out it WARMS my heart!😸 - 12/07/2019

♠️ May love find you every day. - 05/03/2019

♠️ May love find you. - 05/06/2019

♠️ My riddles aren’t chronological but they do foreshadow. Piece them together and see the picture. You’ve known all along so now, follow along. - 05/11/2019

♠️ My time has come to an end, so I wanted to say thank you for being my friend - 05/24/2019

🎤 It’s Nice to Have a Friend (Lover album) was released on August 23, 2019.

♠️ VII - 05/31/2019

♠️ VI - 06/03/2019

♠️ V - 06/05/2019

♠️ IV - 06/07/2019

♠️ III - 06/09/2019

♠️ II - 06/11/2019

♠️ I - But you guys already KNEW THAT! - 06/12/2019

♠️ Well the countdown was fun, right? Hopefully it didn’t annoy you guys! 😆 - 06/12/2019

The countdown was for: You Need To Calm Down being released that evening as her next single, and the Lover album cover and the number of songs (18) were also revealed.

♠️ Why worry, she blooms in June. - 06/25/2019

We believe that Taylor was going to do something significant on the final day of Workd Pride month, June 30, 2019. However, that morning Scott 😡 and Scooter 🛴 announced the sale of Taylor’s masters, and plans appeared to change.

♠️ FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK - 07/01/2019

The day prior to this riddle, it was announced that Scooter 🛴 bought her masters. While Spade has not confirmed that we solved this one, we are pretty confident that we got this right.

♠️ The wrath of a woman who’s heart was taken and livelihood stripped can not be beat. - 07/05/2019

See above regarding the masters sale. And, also Mad Woman, which was released on 07/24/2020:

What did you think I'd say to that?

Does a scorpion sting when fighting back?

They strike to kill, and you know I will

You know I will

I'm taking my time, taking my time

'Cause you took everything from me

Watching you climb, watching you climb

Over people like me

♠️ Darling, in the midst of this cruel summer I re-read your love letters and reminisce of a time where things were easier. Sometimes it feels as though it’s easier to re-read a page than write the next chapter… I must go, but may love always find you. - 07/14/2019

Spade stopped back on 8/20/2019, to solve this one for us:

♠️ My “Darling, in the midst…” riddle was an entire easter egg to Lover, the tracklist and the rollout! 😆🐣 -8/20/2019

♠️ Play the cards with spades to start. This riddle is why I chose to use the spade alias. - 07/20/2019

♠️ Spade sent the 5 of 🖤 card below. It is blurry because I enlarged it and took a screenshot. It did not show up on my phone in the original form as it was too small. - 07/21/2019

Spade stopped back days later to solve this one for us:

♠️ The 5 of hearts was in reference to her releasing Track 5. I specifically chose the suit to be hearts since the arrow 🏹 is being shot through the heart. The Archer is track 5. Also, that’s how I think we ALL felt after listening to it. 😞 - 07/24/2019

♠️ Without judgement or question, she bent to the ground and picked up the pieces. Blood ran from her hands as she cut herself so I could be whole. - 07/24/2019

Lover 💿 and Death by a Thousand Cuts 🎤 was released on 08/23/2019.

♠️ Oh my sunflower, how you shine. Darling, nothing can put out your light! May you stay bright forevermore. - 07/31/2019

Evermore was released on December 11, 2020.

♠️ Oh words, how they can lead you astray or ask you to stay. - 08/08/2019

This was sent while our fandom was upset about Taylor’s choice of words in the August 8th, Vogue interview: “I didn’t realize until recently that I could advocate for a community that I’m not a part of.”

♠️ To lie within Kismet… - 08/14/2019

Spade stopped on August 23, 2019, to solve the two Kismet riddles.

The first riddle - With lips that fade, and human laughter… you’ll find the answer, within kismet. - was sent in February 28, 2019:

♠️ Do you want the answer to the Kismet riddles?

#1 | I began the riddle with a line from the poem, “Tiare Tahiti”, which inspired the title of Scott Fitzgerald’s first novel, “This Side of Paradise”. An easter egg mentioned in the Elle essay, “Pop is Personal”. Anyways, at this point, the ellipses were to guide you to a section in this novel called ‘KISMET’ - “…within”. This entire section and the interlude, contain underlying themes in Lover. You can see parallels of the story that unfolds in Lover within these paragraphs.

#2 | This one was specific to the word “lie”. They were lost in paradise, it was fate, but they were lying to themselves. This is the second half of Lover, where the story shifts and the fragility of their love is revealed.

♠️ Love, I’m so glad I found you. - 08/18/2019

♠️ Let’s sneak away, I’ll play you a tune, and you can show me your best move! - 08/19/2019

♠️ I’m terrified to lose you. - 08/20/2019

🎤I hope I never lose you

And baby, I’m so terrified of if you ever walk away

Lover album and Cornelia Street were released on 8/23/2019.

♠️ The promises we’d made, still tangled in the sheets, and from the third floor, I watched you leave. - 08/21/2019

August lyrics released on July 24, 2020:

But I can see us lost in the memory

August slipped away into a moment in time

‘Cause it was never mine

And I can see us twisted in bedsheets

August slipped away like a bottle of wine

‘Cause you were never mine

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The Last Time lyrics released in 2012 had this lyric:

But I was there to watch you leave

♠️ I love her. - 08/22/2019

Lover album was released the next day.

Lover = Lov(h)er

♠️ Don’t discredit the sanctity of your sources by giving attention to trolls, TTB. - 08/27/2019

♠️ The candle flickered, your eyes darted, my heart pounded. - 09/27/2019

Beautiful Ghosts lyrics released on November 15, 2019:

But at least you have beautiful ghosts

Perilous night

Their voices calling

A flicker of light

Before the dawning

♠️ For a rose, I’ll write in prose. - 10/06/2019

The Lakes was released on August 18, 2020:

I want auroras and sad prose

I want to watch wisteria grow

... A red rose 🌹 grew up out of ice 🧊 frozen ground

While Spade has not confirmed that we solved this one, we are pretty confident we got this right.

♠️ Call it what you want to, but I want to always be this close to you. - 10/12/2019

♠️ In the dark, you can see the light, but only in the light, can you leave the dark. - 10/20/2019

♠️ The turn of the decade befalls the facade. - 11/09/2019

♠️ We slip away like shadows in the light. - 11/14/2019

August lyrics released July 24, 2020:

August slipped away into a moment in time

August slipped away like a bottle of wine

♠️ There were two unforeseen precedents in the stakeholder obligation between The Carlyle Group and BMLG. 1) The relationship between Taylor Swift and her fandom. It’s well known she has a strong relational fanbase, however the extent to which said fanbase can be cult like was unbeknownst to signing party. This in particular comes as an upper-hand when she can reach out to her base through socials and petitions are created. 2) Taylor Swift’s abhorrence for Braun. | Fearlessly, we fight. - 11/15/2019

♠️ By your side I’ll always be, in silence or sound, you’ll always have me. - 11/17/2019

♠️ In secret or sight, may you and your lover find gratitude for one another. - 11/28/2019

♠️ You and I became us and we. There we stood, no frets to be. My hand in yours, our hearts intwined. The sound it came, in slow pitched waves. Higher and higher, deep fears it raised. Reaching an amplitude, a crack it made. Hold me close, hold me tight. This glass castle will shatter tonight. - 12/04/2019

♠️ Exhale. The best is yet to come. - 01/06/2020

♠️ This one is 4 you. - 01/08/2020

♠️ Au Revoir - 01/14/2020

♠️ Instead of you reading my messages, maybe I’ll come to Lover Fest and read them myself. 😹 - 01/15/2020

♠️ Review the riddles. - 1/22/2020 (morning)

♠️ This is not about an internet “ship”; do not devalorize Taylor’s journey. - 1/22/2020 (afternoon)

♠️ Ides of March, they say beware but prior till the day unveils, one or two may see right through, the nine that sit in its view. - 1/30/2020

♠️ Those that believe, relieved. Those that doubted, reprimanded. Those that lied, dismantled. | One story unravelled for all to read another to come, we foresee. - 3/22/2020

This was sent the day after the full audio taped conversation between Taylor and Kanye was leaked, and Taylor was exonerated. Kim K looked like a fool, and Kanye like the jacka*s he is.

♠️The light danced through the panes, onto the walls, and drowned the room in a yellow flame. Blind to the world outside, we giggled like little girls. - 4/01/2020

Ivy and Seven lyrics:

Ivy lyrics released on December 11, 2020:

Clover blooms in the fields

Spring breaks loose, the time is near

What would he do if he found us out?

Crescent moon, the coast is clear

Spring breaks loose, but so does fear

He’s gonna burn this house to the ground

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Seven lyrics released on July 24, 2020:

I think your house is haunted

Your dad is always mad and that must be why

And I think you should come live with

Me and we can be pirates

♠️ May you always hold on to hope. - 4/18/2020

♠️ If you step on snakes you’re bound to get bit. - 5/18/2020

These two 👆🏼👇🏼 are referring to Taylor circumventing Scooter 🛴 by creating a band ‘Jack Leopards & the Dolphin Club’ to cover LWYMMD for the May 24th, 2020, Killing Eve episode. 😂 Scooter could not get any royalties this way.

♠️ Was that too easy? 😉🐬🐍 - 5/25/2020

♠️ 🖤. - 5/31/2020

♠️ Trust - 6/01/2020

♠️ Her - 6/01/2020

♠️ Endless - 6/01/2020

♠️ Yearning. - 6/02/2020

♠️ A - 6/02/2020

♠️ Reputation - 6/02/2020

♠️ Elucidated. - 6/03/2020

♠️ Fervent - 6/03/2020

♠️ Revolution - 6/06/2020

♠️ … 6/10/2020

♠️ Exonerates - 6/11/2020

♠️ Everyone. - 6/13/2020

♠️ …🖤. Trust her endless yearning. A reputation elucidated. Fervent revolution exonerates everyone. - 6/21/2020

♠️ Love does not grow within closed fists. She blooms in open hands. - 6/26/2020

🎤 Ivy lyrics released on December 11, 2020:

Clover BLOOMS in the fields

spring breaks loose, the time is near...

... My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

🎤 Coney Island lyrics released on July 24, 2020:

Did I close my FIST around something delicate?

Did I shatter you?

♠️ It is time for me to go. To be but a small chapter in a much grander story has been an honor. TTB, thank you for your trust and being a platform where my words could be heard. Followers, thank you for engaging with me and supporting me. Taylor & Karlie, thank you for your courage, resilience, and everlasting love. As we step into a much brighter future, may we always hold onto the memories and each other. With all I am, Spade ♠️. | - 7/19/2020

With all I am, Spade ♠️. | - 7/19/2020

With all I am

William Bowery

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Also, the riddle begins with, “It is time for me to go.” Taylor released, “it’s time to go” on December 18, 2020.

Spade references Taylor’s New Years Day song: Hold on to the memories / You and me forevermore

Forevermore ... evermore album.

See this post, and this one.

#spade #riddles #updated #december 26 #2020 #♠️

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FIVE, 6, 15, 60, & 86? 🥺 for Tonyyyy <3

ILY isa thank you so much 🥺♥️ !!!!

5) Do they like music? If so, what kind of music do they enjoy?

YEAHHH i laughed evilly out loud reading this

Yes oh my godddd the great love of his life ;—; his favorite is metal of any variation, language, etc but he will listen to any genre if someone wants to show it to him, he is not picky

His #1 favorite thing about sailing the galaxy is listening to other cultures’ music… Tali plays him a lot of her favorites during ME1

6) Do they collect anything/have a collection?

Overall he’s always ready to be moving and doesn’t even consider being in one place for a while so he tends to live lightly possessions wise... he used to collect earrings when he was younger but it wasn’t large and he wore all of them; he has a huge digital music library I guess you could call that a collection too …

When he was a kid he used to collect beer bottle caps :o)

15) Does your character have a deep and/or dark secret? If so, what is it?

he’s extremely private so he keeps a lot of secrets… I don’t think he views any as particularly deep or dark

Personally I think he has at least one secret that could be called “deep” but it’s more a secret because he just doesn’t explain it to anybody.. its none of their business in his opinion

60) Have they ever committed a crime, or something they felt was wrong? What was it?

As a teenager he got an illegal amp on the resources of the Reds in exchange for working with them; mainly he helped steal shuttles & skycars. He does not mention this to anyone, he’s a little embarrassed about it

When he turned 17 & was more in control of his biotics the upper Reds started thinking about putting him on involved operations to use the biotics/get a bigger return on their investment & that’s when he cut and ran

He did a lot of shoplifting back then too picked pockets etc he’s not a great thief though

86) Do they have anything that they consider a good luck charm?

He doesn’t believe in luck, but he does like keeping his engagement/wedding ring on the necklace with his dog tags…. it makes him calmer to know it’s still there

#tony

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poedameronloverx · 4 years ago

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One More Dance

Happy Writer Wednesday everyone <3

I hope you’re all having a lovely week so far and yay it’s getting closer to the weekend!

Massive thank you once again to the lovely @autumnleaves1991-blog for organising this each week. It’s super fun <3 It also forces me to actually write something because my poor series is absolutely getting ignored right now!

Pairing - Poe Dameron x F! Reader

The view over the city from your hotel room was unlike anything you’d ever seen. Sure you’d been on plenty of missions to city planets but they were nothing like Canto Bight. You knew Rose hated the city, and that she and Finn had run into trouble when they visited and you just hoped you and Poe would have better luck with your mission. The General had sent you both to a party at the Casino where a First Order deal was due to go down. In order to fit in, evening wear had been brought in for the two of you. As you stood on the balcony that over looked the city, you could hear Poe cursing from the bathroom as he got ready. You chuckled and stepped back inside, eyeing the red evening dress that lay on the bed. The bottom of it was huge, it had layers of skirts, the top was lace, and very low cut. You were more nervous about the dress than the mission if you were completely honest with yourself. It was no secret amongst your friends that you had a huge crush on Poe, and the last thing you wanted to do was make a fool of yourself by falling over the large skirts, or your breasts falling out of the low cut top half. The silver heels that lay next to it were also adding to your nerves. Poe cursed again.

“Are you alright in there?” you asked

“I look stupid” he replied “My hair is a mess!”

You chuckled, it was such a Poe thing to be upset over his hair. He opened the door and stepped out into the room. His hair had been gelled back, he didn’t look bad but it was strange to see him without his usual curls.

“You look fine” you replied “Okay, it’s not your usual hairstyle but it’s not bad”

Poe huffed “Bathroom is free now”

“I suppose I better attempt to get into this dress!”

You did your hair and make-up then shuffled yourself into the dress, it had complicated fastenings at the back and you knew you would need Poe’s help to fasten it so you clutched it at your chest and opened the door.

“Can you help me fasten this?”

“Sure” Poe jumped up from the bed and wandered over to you.

He gently fastened the dress, you had to stop yourself from shivering anytime his skin brushed yours.

“All done he said

“Thank you” you replied, turning to face him. His jaw dropped.

“You look beautiful” he said, his eyes roaming all over your form

“Thank you Poe, you look good too!”

“We didn't bring wedding rings, we're meant to be a rich married couple”

“Leia gave me these” you held your hand out, showing him the white gold wedding band for him, and the diamond engagement ring for you. “She said they would be ideal for this mission. The only thing she didn't have was a wedding band for me, but we should get away with the engagement ring!”

Poe nodded and took the wedding band, slipping it onto his finger and watching as you did the same with the engagement ring. Poe leant into his bag and grabbed something. He turned back to you and took your hand, sliding his mothers wedding ring onto your finger next to the engagement ring.

“There, it just looks more authentic now” he said

“Poe, I can't wear this” you replied “What if I lose it, I'd never forgive myself!”

“You wont, I trust you!, come on we better get going so we're not too late”

The pair of you walked down the busy streets, you normally would've felt ridiculous being so overdressed but in the streets of Canto Bight you fitted right in. Poe clutched your hand tightly. He insisted it was so you didn't get separated in the rush, but you could see him looking down at your hand where his mothers ring sat on your finger.

“I wish we didn't have to go to the casino, this place is so beautiful I could spend hours walking around. Obviously, I wouldn't be dressed like this however”

“You look beautiful sweetheart, but I'm sure your feet don't feel great in those shoes”

“No, they don't” you chuckled “So let's get this over with, get back to our room and relax”

“That sounds good to me” Poe nodded “Come on wife, let's make our first public appearance since we got married”

The mission was a huge success, the deal had gone down exactly as the resistance contact had said it would. You'd been slipped the information you were after and you were even able to enjoy some of the party. You'd danced until your feet couldn't take any more. Poe's hand had never left you all night, if he wasn't holding your hand, his hand was on your shoulder, your waist, resting on your stomach whilst you leant against him.

“Shall we head back?” you whispered

“One more dance with my wife”

“One more dance” you nodded, allowing Poe to pull you onto the dance floor once again. The song was slow and he pulled you as close to him as he could with your skirts getting in the way.

“You're so beautiful” he mumbled softly against your cheek where his stubbled face was pressed against it. “I'm so in love with you”

“What?” you pulled back from him “Poe, you're drunk”

“No I'm not. I've only had one drink” he replied “I mean it, I have been for a long time and I was kinda hoping you felt the same. It's alright if you don't though”

“Poe... I've liked you for a while”

“You have?” he smiled

“I have, but I don't want to rush into anything. I like you too much for us to rush and it all blows up in our faces”

Poe nodded “Well maybe I could kiss you now, and then we can talk about all of this when we get back home, and maybe I could take you on a date”

“That sounds nice”

Poe leant forward and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, you allowed him to kiss you for a few blissful seconds before you both pulled back.

“Come on” Poe said, taking your hand again “Let's get back to the room and get into comfortable clothes!”

The walk back to the hotel was even better than the walk to the Casino. The city looked even more beautiful at night. The lights were bright, and the street almost seemed to sparkle under them. Poe was still holding your hand and was swinging your joint hands between you, the lights catching the diamond on the ring you wore, making it sparkle even more than the streets were. But the brightest thing wasn't the lights, it was the smile that Poe wore every time he looked at you. The city may have been beautiful, but nothing could possibly compare to the beauty of Poe Dameron.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x f!reader

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alightwhendarknessfell · 3 years ago

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Black Veil Conspiracy Time

So I've noticed something with Andy's costumes for the TPT era videos/photoshoots. He's always wearing a garter around his thigh but the color of it keeps changing. I'm starting to think there is significance to it considering how detailed Andy is with his outfits (especially in this era).

I first noticed it in the Scarlet Cross music video where it's red. I figured it might just be part of the black/red color scheme but then it appeared in all the photoshoots. Then all of a sudden (around the time they started posting the pool photo shoots) it's white. Then in the Torch teaser, it's black (with a red suit, so the reverse of the black suit/red garter).

I wanna hear people’s theories on it and I’ve got a few myself. I'm hoping that with the album/comic release we'll find out what it actually means but until then I thought it might be fun to hear what everyone else thinks it could symbolize.

(Disclaimer: These are just my interpretations of what it could mean and is just meant for fun.)

Theory 1: Religious/Historical Meaning: Garters are traditionally worn by brides and have come to have different purposes/meanings. Given the name of the band is Black Veil Brides it could just be an easter egg type thing or it might have a symbolic meaning.

The garter originated because people believed having a piece of a bride's dress was good luck. That led to bridal parties ripping a brides' dress off in an attempt to get a piece of good luck or to help "consummate" the marriage. In order to prevent this, the tradition of the garter toss started. Giving someone a "piece" of the dress spared the bride. Andy could be wearing it to symbolize the idea of giving a part of himself to the fans/world through Black Veil's music. Much in the same way brides used to toss their garter as a way to appease the wedding guest and keep from having the rest of their clothes ripped off it could be his way of saying "here I will give you this (the music/band)". With the expectation being that in sharing that part of himself he will be allowed to keep the rest of himself private. Andy is a pretty private person when it comes to his daily life, but being "famous" makes that hard.

Another meaning of the garter goes back to the importance placed on the bride being pure (aka a virgin). The expectation was that on the wedding night the groom would "deflower" the bride. The families also placed a great deal of importance on this and the garter was often used as "proof" that the marriage was consummated. Thus tying it to the idea of purity/loss of innocence. If you listen to Black Veil/Andy Black's discography there is a recurrent theme in the songs of innocence, specifically of lost innocence. I think Andy could have incorporated it due to this meaning which would also tie into the religious themes of the TPT era. The changing color (see next point) is also what makes me think this might be closer to the meaning behind it. Andy was 18 when he moved to Hollywood which is still very much a teenager. Before his 20th birthday, he was touring the world, signing major record deals, and basically forced to grow up very fast. There's no end to people waiting to take advantage of young, impressionable, and starry-eyed kids in order to use them for personal gain. I mean how many childhood stars end up fucked up as a result of their early fame, then have to navigate their way back to who they really are. Andy's spoken quite a bit over the last few years about how he kind of fell victim to the "rock n' roll lifestyle" during his early years. I think the "loss of innocence" he's possibly referring to is the blissful ignorance that kids/young adults have about the world. Once you learn how ugly the world can be (whether that's the music industry, fame, or the world in general) that childhood innocence starts to go away.

You can't get it back, and although it's replaced with knowledge and better judgment, I think a lot of us miss the carefreeness of childhood. If this is the meaning behind the garter then I think the color change really deepens it.

Theory 2: Color Meaning: Red -> white -> black I think this has to mean something. Red could symbolize being tainted in some way, whether that be shame, sin, the idea of having "blood on your hands", crime/blasphemy, etc. The fact that the red garter appears in Scarlet Cross, a song about being branded with a scarlet cross as punishment, I think makes this more likely. The lyrics almost explicitly state this idea "A symbol for my shame, the color of your name, its how they see you break, and live with my mistakes". The red garter could be his way of saying there is some sin he feels the need to atone for. Alternatively that he feels he's being accused of a crime/sin. If you read up on The Scarlet Letter there are several parallels to the TPT storyline as it's been revealed so far. I think at least the song was influenced by the pop-culture idea of a "scarlet letter".

The change in color to white (generally seen as good, holy, pure, etc) could mean that whatever sin or transgression has been committed has been absolved. As we saw the red garter in Scarlet Cross, I think it's interesting we see the white garter in an abandoned pool. Pool = water and water is cleansing. This might be a coincidence but it's interesting nonetheless. I do think that the white garter is supposed to symbolize whatever "bad" thing the red meant being forgiven/cleansed.

Which leads us to the black garter. The fact that we first see the black garter in the Torch teaser which appears to be set in a graveyard makes me think it symbolizes death. Interestingly, I believe he wore a version of the red garter that had a black stripe on it which could have been foreshadowing. There is also an inversion of Scarlet Cross where he wore a black suit with red accents, now he is in a red suit with black accents. Andy said that the four music videos represent a story within the TPT world and this could play into it. However, I don't think the "death" meaning is necessarily bad. It could be, but since it was proceeded by white, it might mean that since whatever sin has been absolved he is now free to let it die. Death could symbolize freedom. The teaser made me think back to the Coffin music video which featured Andy closing the lid on his "Andy Six" persona but left the question as to was he really dead.

We'll have to see what Torch brings but I feel that the garter and its color could play into a wider theme of closing a very long chapter in his life/the band's. Since this comes at the start of a new era, before the album I think it might be a way to transition into that new era. The last album, Vale, was a very dark album. Andy has spoken about how horrible of a place he and the band were in (due to reasons I think we now all know given the events of 2019/2020). I have a feeling this new era represents freedom from what was haunting them, past mistakes, etc. The lyrics for Feilds of Bone speak to this idea in my opinion.

Theory 3: Other: There is meaning in The Phantom Tomorrow world and that will be revealed in the album/comic. It might have a personal meaning for Andy or he just thought it was cool and a way to color coordinate. Alternately he's just be fucking with us for fun lol.

I hope you all enjoyed my conspiracy ramblings because I've had a lot of fun thinking up different meanings. Shout out to Andy for creating such interesting looks and for his creativity. I'm loving all the hidden messages, cryptic posts, and mystery surrounding this album. I'm so incredibly excited for it to come out. Feel free to send in your own theories or anything else you've noticed so far!

#black veil brides #bvb #the phantom tomorrow #TPT #andy black #andy biersack #andy six #blackveilbrides

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cafeinthemoon · 4 years ago

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The Leaves of Her Garden - Chapter XIV

Title: The Leaves of Her Garden

Genre: Fanfiction

Pairing: Madara Uchiha x reader

Rating: Mature

Word count: 2514

Chapter (s): 14/?

Read the previous chapters here: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Interlude, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Symbols: ⭕ | ➕ | 🖤 | ▶▶

Chapter XIV - Ninjutsu

The moment of the Todoroki’s farewell finally came.

You didn’t know if it was because you were becoming used to your role as Sachiko Uchiha or if it was the thought of seeing the Todoroki leaving, but you felt that playing your part during their farewell was easier than during the wedding.

Your feet didn’t fail you when you walked toward them by Madara’s side, nor your hand trembled when you offered it to Koji Todoroki, their head and Sachiko’s father, who accepted your gesture with visible contentment, wrinkles forming around his brown eyes alongside the composed smile he gave you and your husband: it was clear how much satisfied he was to see things going according to his plans. It was almost risible when you remembered that this man were genuinely convinced that you were his beloved daughter and that you were the key to the Uchiha’s favor. You felt tempted to glance at Madara, to see his expression as he looked at the man, but you contained yourself: everything was almost over now; you couldn’t take the risk of messing up with everything.

Only when Koji released your hand and stepped back to his previous spot alongside the elders of his clan (all of them his uncles, as Madara told you), to a position where you could analyze his figure in precious details, you started to understand your feelings about him.

That man, not so far from his sixties, would never seem so impressive if you saw him in common clothing and all alone; nothing about him – his average height, his grayish hair tied down with a red stripe falling over his back and his simple wood sandals, not so different from the ones worn by the other Todoroki – was worthy of catching one’s particular attention. He was not distinguishable like Madara: his resemblance with the other members of his clans, not all of them as important as the elders, was such that he could be taken as any other person but their leader. His expression while observing everything around him corroborated with that impression: a discreet but perceptible smile, followed by a muffle sound in his throat that reminded you of a giggle and a nod of his head had some soothing effect over his appearance. If it wasn’t for your current situation, you would have sympathized with him.

Yet there was one thing in him that could tell you that he was not a simple man, and it was his eyes. Brown, small and perspicacious eyes, as the ones of a collector of rarities or a seller, always measuring the value of everything, seeking for benefits and good opportunities. The first time you looked into them during the wedding, all the illusion about his simple nature was gone and could not be brought back, and the same happened to you during the farewell. You finally were able to understand what Madara was talking about when he stated that this man’s clan were not to be taken lightly: if that was your impression of their head, you didn’t want to imagine what you should expect from the elders, more experienced – and unscrupulous – than him. You felt lucky that you didn’t have to speak directly at them during the lunch, moments before.

Now, you were glad that you would not get to see them in a long time.

When all the formalities were exchanged, Madara gave the sign and some of the Uchiha men near your post passed to the other clan’s side. They were the men chosen to guard the Todoroki entourage on their way home. Izuna, who was at his brother’s side and remained quiet until that moment, gave them some instructions and wished them good luck on their mission. They nodded, and finally the whole group turned and started to walk toward the road, guided by the Uchiha guards.

When the they disappeared at the distance, a general sensation of safety seemed to spread among the people who came to the farewell. Some of them started to walk back to the compound’s interiors, to their own activities; the remaining ones formed smaller groups between themselves and you heard whispers coming and going through your ears, but you were too focused on your own state to understand what they were saying.

When you were no longer capable of distinguish the presence of the group at the road, you took a breath of relief, but you didn’t realize it until you heard a muffled laugh near you. You looked at your right and found Izuna staring at you, the same strange expression you used to identify in his dark eyes, something between hilarity and seriousness that always unsettled you, so that you didn’t know if he liked or despised you.

And to think that he was nothing like this just a moment ago, when speaking to his pairs who were to guard the Todoroki during their travel. You could say anything you wanted about Izuna, but you should recognize his talent as an actor.

- Among all of us, our Sachiko girl is the one who best played her part, but it seems that this wore her out – he commented, crossing his arms – I understand. Fathers can be scary when they want to. And that one in particular – he glanced at the road’s direction – He gives me the creeps.

Your eyes widened a bit when you heard those words. You immediately looked at Madara, eager to find out his reaction and act according to it: after the things he showed to you through his dojutsu, it was the appropriate thing to do. But he didn’t do more than stare at his brother in silence and ignore him right after.

Izuna didn’t seem intimidated by this, nor his smile faded; was it possible that he had a different perception of those events than Madara? You didn’t have much time to think about it, because soon he got back to his serious manners and changed the subject as if nothing happened.

- Anija, I’m going to take care of that work. The sooner we get ready, the better.

- Go, but be careful to do it exactly as I told you.

You sensed no trace of exasperation in your husband’s tone when he replied. Maybe he was used to Izuna’s way of expressing himself.

The younger Uchiha nodded and left without any more words for you or his brother. You observed while he walked away, his tied, black hair covering the center of the clan’s crest on the back of his clothing.

- Y/n.

You startled a bit when you heard Madara calling you by your true name in the presence of other people, but then remembered that most of the presents knew about it. You turned to him.

- Is there something wrong?

- No, absolutely – he smiled – But you seem a little worried.

You couldn’t help trying to explain yourself.

- It’s nothing serious. It’s just that I…

Still smiling, he nodded, as if you just confirmed his theory.

- You aren’t sure about my brother’s feelings towards you – before you could reply, you felt his fingers brushing your hair behind your ear – Do not worry. Despite his manners, which are more likely to mess with one’s perception when they are not familiar to him, Izuna likes you. I haven’t had an opportunity to tell it to you but now, but it is true.

You blushed, but didn’t reply. Hearing this from Madara’s mouth was somehow comforting: since you first met Izuna, you felt like the young man had nothing for you except despise.

- Right after he brought you, he came to speak to me about you – he continued – Not only he described your resemblance with the other girl, but he also explained the conditions in which he found you, pointing out that you must have had an exceptional physical resistance for someone who is not a shinobi to not succumb during the travel to our compound. When I heard what he said, I immediately became interested. It was too good to be true, or so I believed until I have put my eyes on you.

You suddenly remembered your first night at that room you were left to rest, the darkness that surrounded you and that corner where you saw the pair of red eyes. The next morning you tried to talk to Izuna about it, but he didn’t want to hear you. Now, the last thing you’d expect was to hear Madara himself bring the case to light, but there you were, hearing him explain how he entered your room and stood there, analyzing you with his Sharingan.

- I must tell you that I was impressed to see Izuna’s hypothesis confirmed – he smiled as if he just read your thoughts – You were weak and injured, and your body was exhausted, that is true, but you would survive and recover, and then would be ready to play your part. Later, not only you were capable of running into a physical conflict and stay on your feet, but you also did well during our training. I mentioned this in one of the messages I sent to my brother while he was away, and he made his good opinion on you very clear in his reply.

You looked ahead, at the same direction Izuna took when he left, and a changed occurred in your opinion of him as well. The anxiety you used to feel every time you were in his presence or thought about him was now slowly disappearing. Since he brought you there, Izuna had a way to make you feel like you’d never be a part of his family, of his clan, but knowing his true thoughts on you soothed your worries. Maybe one day you would see him as your brother too.

Madara’s words about your resilience also reminded you of something you’ve been considering since he told you he was going to leave the compound in a few days.

You turned to him looking for the right words, but it seemed that he was already expecting for that.

- You want to ask me something, y/n? – and caressing your cheek – You do not need to think much about it, then. Just speak.

- Well, first I wanted to know how much time you will… how much time we have together before you leave.

He thought of it for a moment.

- One week. Not much more than this. Why do you ask?

- I’ve been thinking of it since you mentioned your travel – you took his hand on yours; somehow the gesture helped you to find your words – It’s not that I find any flaws in your measures to keep us safe while you’re away, but… I want to take my own measures to take care of myself, and I thought that you could help me in this.

Madara’s smile widened when he heard that, so pleased he was with it.

- I see. You want me to train you during this period, but you are not sure if one week is enough for you to learn something useful in case you have to defend yourself or the people around you.

You nodded, but there was more, and your face burned when you explained it to him.

- To speak the truth, I want to know if in one week I would be able to learn… ninjutsu – you you gave his hands a soft squeeze, feeling the obligation of justifying yourself for asking something that he could see as absurd – It does not need to be something complicated, it could be just enough for me to protect myself and avoid a physical confrontation, which would be more dangerous.

Madara didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he analyzed your words for a moment, then took his hands off yours and passed his arm around your waist.

- There are still many people here, though you could think there are not – he whispered – Let me take you to a calmer place where we can talk properly.

In fact, there were less people around now and you wouldn’t mind talking in their presence, but he seemed worried about that. You chose to think that he, who knew those people for longer than you, was more prepared to decide what was best to say in front of them or not, so you just let him lead you to wherever he wanted to take you.

***

You didn’t go back to the house nor to any strange place. In a moment, with the same technique he preformed to take you to your room after that morning when you were training your body memory, Madara reached the garden with you. You started to think that this place in particular was surrounded by some sort of protection he created with his shinobi abilities, for he implied that you were safe once you were there with him.

You considered questioning him about it, but somehow you thought that this was a subject for another day.

When you look into his eyes after the arrival, you saw a distinct gleam in them, followed by a smile you understood he was containing until that moment. Was he satisfied with your request, or was he mocking you?

He answered your question as if he heard you formulating it.

- So… You want to learn how to dance, y/n? I was waiting for the moment you were going to ask me something like this – you felt his fingers giving a subtle squeeze on your waist, your skin warming up under his touch even with your clothes being there to separate them – However, you surprised me with your interest in ninjutsu. That surpassed my expectations.

You were still a little nervous, though.

- And is it a bad thing? – you’ve put your hands over his shoulders – I wasn’t lying when I told you I just want to protect mys…

His giggle interrupted you.

- I know. And I approve your request. However...

The giggle slowly turned into silence. Then he spoke, low and serious as you still haven’t seen him.

- I want to hear your reasons for it. They will determine my answer.

You frowned.

- But I already told you…

Madara raised his finger and placed it over your lips.

- I know that there are more behind this, y/n, and you cannot hide it from me. Or why do you think I brought you to this isolated place to have this conversation?

You held your breath. After all you’ve seen from Madara Uchiha since you’ve met him, you should have expected something like this: nothing was ever simple with him.

You sensed his approaching, but did not try to pull away. He continued to speak in whispers in your ear.

- You understand that I could simply use my Mangekyo Sharingan to search through your mind and find the answer. But I do not want to act like this. I want to have a normal conversation with you, girl. I want to hear the story from you.

#naruto fanfiction #madara #madara fanfiction #madara x reader

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nadineeb · 4 years ago

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CRAZY RICH ASIANS - MOVIE REVIEW

Hi dears! It’s me again. After my tech review, I’m navigated to this 2016 movie - Crazy Rich Asians which came from the first book of its trilogy novel. This is always at the top of my list and my favourite movie. Hope you’ll enjoy this movie review as it feels like you’re watching it when you’re really just reading. All credits goes to the owner of the photos and GIFs. Thank you so much!! Enjoy it as much as I do.

- XOXO, Nads <3

New York City - Rachel Chu, a young, lovely, part-timer economic professor who dates for over a year now, a hunk, eye-turner, history professor, Nick Young, at New York University. Rachel already introduced Nick at their family dinners but since Nick's family are from Singapore, he hasn't presented Rachel formally to them.

Nick's closest female cousin, a double - heiress in her family, an icon in the fashion industry, had already chatted with Rachel. She's the only one that has known her cousin's girlfriend. Astrid was always busy with the Paris' fashion week, shopping spree every week, buying ancient jewelries that costs a fortune and building her own family with her only son and her husband who's also busy gaining investors in his technology business.

(Astrid down below)

Being that it's Araminta and Colin's wedding, Colin, who happens to be Nick's bestfriend and cousin since their diaper days. Colin wants him to come home for he is his bestman in his wedding. He wants to take this chance for Rachel to meet his gigantic family and have her experience his childhood in the country where he grew up. It's also a great opportunity for her to visit her college bestfriend, Peik Lin , who always asks her to come to Singapore where she lives.

Excitedly, Rachel asks his mom for help with what dress will she be wearing when she meets his boyfriend's Ah-ma (grandmother in Chinese) during the family dinner to welcome the guests of the wedding. She forcibly agrees when her mom tries to get her wear the red dress. Her mom says that red is a color of good luck in Chinese traditions and also a little bit more of a plus point from Nick's Ah-ma though she also got a pure Chinese blood but grew up in America which promotes an entirely different culture.

Amazed by their First Class seats and soft silk pair of pj's given by the airlines, Rachel couldn't contain her happiness while sipping on their glass of champagnes on their flight to Singapore. Astonished as she seemed, she nags Nick on why he can afford the First Class tickets to a country miles away from them while Nick uses her Netflix password. He admits that they are living "comfortably" which what exactly a member of a crazy rich family says.

As soon as they land in Singapore, Araminta and Colin, the soon-to-be wedded couple was there at the airport with balloons in their hands and joy in their auras. After introducing them to Rachel, they plan to eat Newton Food Centre, a place where they serve delicious street foods especially laksa curry and satay bowls from street food vendors which gained Michelin stars.

Right before the Nick's family welcome dinner, Rachel visits Peik Lin in her house which everything is brilliantly gold-plated and was inspired by the Hall of Mirrors in Versailles. While catching up over their food for lunch, Peik Lin's mom interrogates her about her coming to Singapore. When she said that it's for the wedding of his boyfriend's bestfriend Colin, Peik Lin's family were shocked, they said that it is the wedding of the year and even them having that rich, they aren't invited to the wedding. It seems like Rachel didn't do a research at his boyfriend's family!

Peik Lin also warned Rachel that the Youngs are kind of snobbish that would belittle a commoner. She would not let Rachel wear that little red dress to the dinner so she gathered all of her fancy clothes and choose the best for Rachel to wear.

The Youngs - migrated in the 1800's to the small island of Singapore from their main land, China with a vast amount of fortune. They started real-estates business until this family became most probably the landlords of Singapore.

Nick escorted Rachel and Peik Lin to his Ah-ma's house which is the largest, most beautiful house that Rachel didn't expect to see. A house that Nick and Astrid grew up in. A house that has lots of wings that you'll probably get lost once you enter the wrong one.

Finally, Nick introduces Rachel to all of his cousins. Nick's mom, Eleanor, is busy in the kitchen scrutinizing every detail of the food to serve to their guests. When the couple went down to the kitchen, Rachel thrillingly hugs Eleanor which made Eleanor uncomfortable around Rachel. That is why Rachel immediately concluded that Eleanor doesn't want her for his son.

In the middle of the garden, sits a fragrant Tan Hua flower which usually blooms fully once a year, a great opportunity for the guests to see this once in a year. While waiting for it to fully bloom, Nick introduced Rachel to his Ah-ma, surprisingly, she likes Rachel the moment they talked in Chinese. She said that Rachel should come back to the mansion when there are no more craining necks so that she can teach Rachel how to make their family's traditional dumpling recipe which was passed to generations.

The Bachelor and Bachelorette's Party where Nick and Rachel's love was tested. The Bachelor's party is located literally in the middle of the ocean, filled the cargo-like ship with sexy girls and men that is enjoying the scenery. As they are talking about anything under the sun and with the influence of alcohol, some men questions Nick on Rachel's details. Though the men want to know more about Rachel, Nick went hot-headed as the men start to sexualize his girlfriend. He decides to leave the ship that day with Colin, the bachelor, to an island with a small wooden floating house and a raft.

On the other hand, Rachel met Nick's ex-girlfriend, Amanda, in Araminta's Bachelorette party at a private island. She did not know that Amanda wants to be friends with her so that she and her mean friends can pull off their plans and that Rachel would want to leave. Their plans succeeded, while crying Rachel went to her villa to get her things and leave, she bumped into Astrid. They two found that Rachel's bed was covered in tuna's blood with a tuna head at her headboard.

That incident led to them to the seashore talking about why Amanda is like that. Astrid also opened up to Rachel how she found out that her husband is not really busy going to business trips but rather he is busy having an affair with a woman she doesn't know. It seems like the two found comfort in each other.

Dumpling day comes and also another day to test their relationship. While making dumplings, Rachel found out that Ah-ma doesn't want Eleanor for Nick's father way back then and she doesn't have the heirloom engangement ring of the Youngs since Ah-ma didn't approve of her. Ah-ma arrived at the dining table exactly after Rachel knew the backstory of Eleanor and Nick's father. Ah-ma was pleased after seeing Rachel again. She adoringly expressed her interest in Rachel's face features which made Eleanor jealous of Rachel.

On her way to the toilet, Rachel's lost in the mansion and was shocked that Eleanor found her. Eleanor talked to Rachel and frankly told her that she will never be enough for her son.

(Rachel and Eleanor Scene)

The wedding of the year came, famous business elites and the royalties attended. Rachel wore a pretty blue elegant dress paid respects to Eleanor and Nick's aunties though Eleanor doesn't want her to sit with her.

Princess Inta, who demanded a whole row of the front seats to herself so she would not be bothered by anyone, approached by Rachel who doesn't have seats, she talked about the princess' book about economics and that they have the same stand. They immediately been comfortable with each other. Escorted by Astrid, Ah-ma came and everyone was shocked at her presence. They said that Ah-ma never came to such events.

Not long after Ah-ma arrived, the grand wedding started which left everyone in awe on how beautiful the oriental, Gothic-themed was.

After the ceremony, the program continued at the Gardens by the Bay, a reception for the wedding. It was filled with laughters, everyone is having a great time dancing and enjoying the beat. In contrast with this, stands Rachel and Nick called by Ah-ma and Eleanor for the truth behind Rachel's identity. They said that they cannot let Rachel join their family for the fact that she lied to them about his father after they hired a peivate investigator. Little did they know that Rachel only found out then that her mom's husband, which all throughout her life she believed wa sher father, isnt really her biological father. Rachel walked out for she is deeply hurt by their actions. Ah-ma later then gave Nick an ultimatum. Once he leave, he can't come back. Who will he choose? His family or Rachel?

After a few days of crying, Rachel's mom found her in Peik-Lin's house and not eating. Her mom admitted that she left her husband because she was impregnated by Rachel's father and that her husband was not kind after all. She flew all the way to America to start a new life with her baby, Rachel.

Before leaving Singapore, Rachel wanted to talk to two people; Nick and Eleanor. She ended her relationship with Nick and declined Nick's offer to marry her and start a new life in New York as he will cut his ties with his family.

Rachel meets Eleanor at a Mahjong Parlour where they had a mahjong game along with two deaf players. She told Eleanor everything that had happened before she met with her and that she knew that Nick loves his family so much that even though Nick decided to leave his family for her, she couldn't stand to see Nick away from them. He is the only son that would inherit their wealth. She decides to let him go.

Also broken-hearted with her cousin Nick, Astrid decides to leave his husband for she cannot be blinded by her husband's affair. She decides to take their son with her.

Rachel and her mom are boarding the aircraft when Nick chased her to fly to New York with her. She don't want to listen to Nick at first but when she realized what Nick's doing, she decided to clisten to him and is completely speechless when Nick get down on one knee. Her face brightened when she saw the small box with the emerald stone ring embedded in diamonds that Eleanor wore on their engagement with Nick's father is vividly shining right infront of her eyes. She said Yes!

Them three left the aircraft to celebrate their engagement with their friends at the top of Singapore's most popular hotel - Marina Bay Sands. Ended as Eleanor genuinely smiles at Rachel as Rachel shows her engagement ring.

This movie taught me that you can’t choose who you’ll love. If you're looking for someone with the same wealth level as yours or even the same race as yours, you may never find your true love. Given the circumstances of Rachel and Nick, they don’t want their wealth status to be a hindrance in their relationship.

Though family always comes first, if it's a matter of going through what your family wants for you or going through what you want for your future family, always choose the latter. I only get one chance to live and I don’t want any regrets, so for as long as possible, if my decisions don't violate a person's right, i’ll do everything and whatever it takes.

This part below, where Rachel met Eleanor at the Mahjong Place where they talked about why Eleanor didn’t want Rachel for Nick the second she arrived in Singapore. Eleanor said that there is a Hokkien phrase “Ka ki lang” which means “Our own kind of people.” This is why the Chinese people tend to want to marry the same ethnicity as them because they want to preserve their traditions and would want to keep it going for as long as possible, which Rachel is not. Not because she is not wealthy, but because she is a foreigner, an American, although the Chinese blood runs through her, she grew up in America and Eleanor doesn’t want that.

One of the Chinese’s cultures is that they are taught to build things that last and not to feed in what they want, but in what they need. I understand Eleanor in this part because as an Asian, we are taught by these things - to prioritize our needs and build connections that will benefit us in the future. But for me, we should give respect to other cultures and not close our circle entirely. We all have different perspectives regardless of our race, that is why we should not judge one’s personality based on their race.

Rachel said that Nick proposed to him the day before and she turned him down, though Nick stated that he will stay away from his family for good. She said that if Nick would choose Rachel, he would lose his family, and if Nick would choose his family, he might spend the rest of his life resenting Eleanor.

Eleanor shows her Mahjong tiles which she thought she won, but Rachel looks at her, sighs, and says,

“ I’m not leaving because I’m scared, or because I think I’m not enough, because maybe for the first time in my life, I know I am. I just love Nick so much. I don’t want him to lose his mom again, so I just wanted you to know that one day, when he marries another lucky girl, who is enough for you, and you’re playing with your grandkids, while the Tan Hua’s are blooming, and the birds are chirping, that is was because of me. A poor, low-class immigrant nobody.”

Then she showed her Mahjong tiles and she won to Eleanor. She left the table and fetched her mother with a smile at the other table to leave the place. What a queen! Powerful. That is the best scene ever. The feels, the script, the emotions, they are just so perfect.

Astrid, my favorite character, not just she is stunningly beautiful but among all the cousins, she has the purest heart. She doesn’t want the people around her to feel that they are left out when they are with her. She wanted everything to be perfect when it comes to her family. Though her shopping spree every time she’s going to Paris fashion week is a bit overwhelming to commoners, she deserves all of it.

Astrid and I have similarities in our personalities. I’m also calm when there are problems that are coming my way. I can remain composed and I buy my time until I can find solutions to it. I remember the time when the man I loved cheated on me just like when Michael (Astrid’s husband) cheated on Astrid.

I can relate to her when she said that she’s wrong when she’s turning down jobs because Michael might feel lesser than her. I used to lower myself when I’m with him because I worry that he might feel that I’m the superior one between the two of us. But when he cheated, I realized that it shouldn’t be like that. It will be his fault for being insecure in me. Just like what Astrid said,

“It’s not my job to make you feel like a man. I can’t make you something you’re not.”

#crazy rich asians #astrid leong #rachel chu #nick young #movie review

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angelqueen04 · 4 years ago

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Hamliza Month, Day 14

@megpeggs @historysalt

Wedding Summary: You are cordially invited... Note: This takes place in the same arc as Reunion (Day 10) and Tryst (Day 12). Also, happy 240th anniversary to Eliza and Alexander!

Everyone was here, Eliza knew. The ceremony was to take place at precisely ten-thirty in the morning, and it seemed that no one wanted to miss it. The various relations that had been able to make the journey – not as many as there would have been at a different time of year, given the atrociously cold weather, but still a respectable number – had been arriving all morning. Their combined voices were creating quite the loud din downstairs, and Eliza could hear her father’s booming voice introducing Alexander to the various aunts, uncles, and cousins that had been able to make the journey.

Not that Eliza had seen any of them. She had not been permitted to step below stairs at all today on her mother’s orders. “Bad luck him to see you before the ceremony!” her mother had lectured her. Nor had any of the guests been permitted to come upstairs to see Eliza, not even her cousins or aunts. The only people she had seen at all today had been her mother, Peggy, Cornelia, and a few of the servants.

But now, that was, finally, about to change. It was nearly time, and Eliza could hear the guests moving into the parlor, where she would marry Alexander. Her father would arrive at her door any moment to escort her down.

Eliza took one last look in the mirror in front of her. She had chosen to marry in blue, so as to complement Alexander’s own attire. He asked her in a letter just a few months ago what she would have him wear.[1] It had been an easy answer – her fiancé was a soldier, and so she would wed him in his officer’s uniform of buff and blue. The dress’ fabric was covered in beautiful blue floral patterns, and she rather thought that it would match up very well with Alexander’s coat.[2]

The sound of footsteps on the stairs suddenly reached her ears. Papa was coming.

She took a deep, steadying breath. It was time. In just a short period of time, she would no longer be Miss Elizabeth Schuyler, but Mrs. Alexander Hamilton.

She felt no fear, no apprehension. Eliza was ready to take this step. She had been ready since the spring, when Alexander had first proposed to her. She would have married him then, without an elaborate party or anything else of the sort, but this grand gathering had been her parents’ most earnest wish, since they had been denied the chance to provide it for Angelica. So Eliza had submitted, with Alexander’s encouragement and agreement, but had done so reluctantly. She had not needed any of this fuss, but because her parents seemed to, she deferred to their wishes.

A knock at the door. “Betsey?” came her father’s deep voice. “It’s time.”

It was time. She was ready.

Taking a deep breath, Eliza called, “Come in, Papa.”

She turned toward the door just as it opened. Her father stepped in, and stopped in his tracks when he saw her. His eyes widened, clearly surprised by her appearance – for he had not seen her in her wedding dress before now – and then he blinked several times. “You – that is – your mother. She wore blue on the day we wed,” he said, his tone gruff but gentle.

Eliza smiled. Stepping forward, she took her father’s hand. “Well, let’s get down there, Papa,” she said, and then added teasingly, “Let’s not let all of our hard work go waste.”

He smiled, and Eliza saw him continue blinking. She realized then that her father, her wonderful, stern, gruff father was blinking back tears. Eliza squeezed his hand, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead before he aided her in bringing her veil over her head.

They crossed the salon together, making for the staircase. As they began their descent, Eliza could hear the murmur of voices. Her heart began to beat faster in excitement, and it took every ounce of control she had not to dart ahead of her father just so she could reach the parlor, reach Alexander.

The dining table had already been pulled out into the center of the front hall, and it was already groaning under the weight of the food, particularly the wedding cake, which sat in the very center. The food smelled divine, but they did not stop to partake. That would happen soon enough.

Peggy was waiting for them before they reached the parlor door. They stopped a moment and allowed Peggy to make a few last minute adjustments to Eliza’s gown – straightening the skirt and veil, and even making sure Eliza’s garters were secure. When Peggy finally stood still in front of Eliza, their eyes met and Eliza could not help but feel a moment of loss. There was one of their number missing here today. They had always been three – the Schuyler sisters – and had done everything together. That had come to an end with Angelica’s elopement, but somehow, it was only now that it truly seemed real to Eliza. Angelica was far from here, living her life in Boston with Mr. Carter and their two little ones.[3]

Eliza bit her lip against the sudden urge to weep, and she saw the feeling reflected in Peggy’s eyes.

But then Peggy straightened to her full height and said, “Buck up, Betsey. You don’t want to meet your Colonel with red eyes, do you? You might actually succeed where the British failed and frighten him off!”

Both Eliza and their father snorted, the sounds nearly identical. Giving her one last grin, Peggy turned on her heel and preceded them into the parlor.

There was a moment of silence, and then music upon the pianoforte filled the air. Her father took her hand and placed it on his arm. “Well, my girl,” he said, “Are you ready?”

Eliza beamed at him, squeezing his arm. “Yes, Papa, I’m ready,” she told him.

He nodded and, together, they started forward and into the parlor.

The room was full to bursting, was Eliza’s first thought. Although her wedding was not as large as her parents likely would have cared for it to be – owing to both the weather and the war – many of her kin had obviously made a special effort to come when they received word that it was happening. Her grandfather, standing tall and venerable even as he leaned on his cane, winked at her as she walked past him, and Grandmother Gertrude also smiled. Eliza also received various smiles and even whispered well-wishes from her numerous other relatives as she and her father moved down the small aisle the crowed had created, toward the fireplace where Alexander and Pastor Westerlo waited. Last, but never least, she saw her mother, brothers, and Cornelia standing at the front, the former already dabbing a handkerchief at her eyes and the latter bouncing in excitement. Eliza struggled to suppress a laugh at her little sister’s exuberance.

Meeting Alexander’s gaze nearly stole her breath away. She had rarely seen him appear so happy. Perhaps the only time that could compare would have been the day she had accepted his proposal of marriage, back in the spring. That had been a day they had both been delirious with joy, but now Eliza thought that this day would be even more so.

She and her father halted just in front of Alexander, who then stepped forward, holding out his hand. Her father slowly took her hand from his arm, and then laid it in the younger man’s. “My son,” he said in a low, quiet tone, so soft that it was unlikely most of the crowd could even hear it, “be true.”

Alexander nodded, completely in earnest, and her father, satisfied, stepped back, leaving Eliza to step up alone to stand with Alexander before Mr. Westerlo. The music also came to an end, leaving the parlor in silence.

The pastor began the ceremony then, speaking the words that he had no doubt spoken for many couples before them, but in all honesty, Eliza heard few of them. Instead, all of her attention was drawn to Alexander. Their hands were tangled up in one another as they received the prayers of Mr. Westerlo and the many witnesses. As their gazes held one another, Eliza saw Alexander’s eyes sparkle and one corner of his lips turn upward in a smile. The gesture had Eliza fighting not to break out into a wide grin wholly inappropriate for the solemn moment they were in. Instead, she squeezed his hands in warning, but received only a mischievous wink in return.

Naughty man, she thought, wanting to laugh.

Mr. Westerlo’s words finally broke through the haze of merriment around them when he asked Alexander, “Will you take this woman to be thy wedded wife?”

His voice was strong and clear, with no hesitation. “I will.”

“To have and to hold from this moment forward? For richer, for poorer? In sickness, and in health? Forsaking all others?”

“I will.”

The pastor then repeated the bride’s vows for Eliza, which she duly answered. Subsequently, Alexander produced a ring, which he slid upon her finger as he swore, “With this ring, I thee wed. With my body, I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods, I thee endow.” And in a personal touch, not part of the ceremony, he then lifted that same hand to his lips, and kissed the ring that now rested there. Eliza could sense rather than see the smiles coming from their audience, and the fond, indulgent look of Mr. Westerlo.

Finally, the ceremony concluded, with the pastor granting Alexander permission to “kiss his bride.” Alexander let go of her hands then, and plucked at the veil, raising it and letting it fall back behind her head. Without hesitation, they closed the distance between them and their lips met in a kiss that pledged all of their love and devotion, a moment every bit as sacred as having the church grant its own blessing upon their union.

The sound of cheering filled Eliza’s ears, and soon she and Alexander were surrounded by her many relations. Eliza was receiving kisses on the cheeks from Peggy and her mother, and she could feel Cornelia tugging at her skirts. Her father and Mr. Westerlo were shaking Alexander’s hand, with her many male relations waiting their turn.

The next several hours were a whirlwind of good food, dancing, and excellent company. More than once, Eliza would lose Alexander in the crowd, only to find her brothers smirking and nudging her in a certain direction. Then, lo and behold, there would be Alexander, and they would have some time to enjoy one another’s company, only to be tugged apart again by different members of her family. From the mischievous expressions on many of their faces, Eliza was certain that they were all doing it on purpose.

By the late afternoon, Eliza was flushed from both the wine and the dancing, but was still able to stand up to bid farewell as the guests began to take their leave. Eliza was inundated with well-wishes – and advice – from her female relations. She was also on the receiving end of a fierce hug from Peggy, who was leaving for Albany in the company of their grandparents.

“I think you’ll be happy, Betsey,” Peggy said as they clutched one another tightly. Eliza buried her face in her sister’s shoulder for a moment before they separated. Together, they turned where Alexander stood some distance away, in deep conversation with their father and several uncles. He seemed to sense their gaze, however, and his eyes shifted from his new father-in-law to meet Betsey’s gaze. His expression lit up and he beamed at her.

Peggy stifled a laugh. “Oh yes, he adores you already.”

“And I him,” Eliza murmured, smiling back at him before turning back to her sister. Out of habit, she reached out and tugged Peggy’s cloak about her more tightly. “Stay warm, dear Peggy.”

Peggy flashed her one last grin, this one far naughtier. “I would say the same to you, but I don’t think I need to worry. Alexander will take care of that just fine, I’m sure.” Dodging Eliza’s playful swat, she darted out the door.

Eliza found herself without someone else to pay her respects to, so she turned her gaze back to Alexander. Like her, he was flushed from the wine he’d consumed and their many dances, but beyond that, she could see how happy he was amid his current company. Her father already made it perfectly clear how delighted he was with his new son-in-law, and the other men appeared to have taken to him as well. It was certainly a far cry from how Mr. Carter had been viewed after his and Angelica’s hurried elopement.

The thought made her stop. It was true, Alexander was receiving a much kinder reception from her family. Perhaps it was because of her father’s obvious approbation and support, but part of her could not help but wonder if it was because Alexander had done things properly. He had publicly courted Eliza, had sought her parents’ blessing after he had proposed to her, even revealing aspects of his life to them that could cost him that blessing, and yet being unwilling to lie, even by omission. He had not married her in a hurried ceremony in a dirty army camp, but instead had bowed to the traditions of her family and the desires of her parents. He had even taken leave from his important position as General Washington’s aide-de-camp to marry Eliza here, in her home and surrounded by her kin.

Eliza had not needed this large celebration. She was never one for ostentation. Still, she had recognized her parents’ desires and had bowed to them. But as she looked at Alexander, took in his obvious happiness at being so welcomed by her kin, Eliza could not help but think that perhaps Alexander had needed this too. He had told her enough of his childhood to know that he really had little kin to speak of. A dead mother, a father and brother that he had scant contact with, a half-brother who had taken everything and left him with nothing, and a few cousins who, although dear to him, were a world away and had no plans to close that distance.

But now, in marrying her as he had, Alexander had gained an enormous family, all of whom were warmly disposed to him. For someone whose life had been so lonely, it must have been a like water on the ground after a long drought.

Well, there would be no more of that, Eliza thought with a sudden fierceness. He had her family now, and most of all, he had her. They would build their own family, and he would never have to worry about being left alone again.

Glancing around, Eliza saw that no one else seemed to be readying to leave just yet, so she left her spot near the door and made her way towards the group congregating around Alexander. There was a great roar of laughter as she approached, and she smiled reflexively. “Excuse me, gentlemen,” she said, moving over to Alexander’s side and slipping her hand into his. “Might I borrow my husband?”

No one raised any objections, and Eliza had no trouble leading Alexander away from the crowd. She pulled him toward the back of the house, past the stairs – it wasn’t yet time for them to journey upstairs just yet – and into her father’s library. She nudged him inside and closed the door behind her. Turning back, she leaned against it and stared at Alexander. He stared back at her, looking amused. “How may I be of service, Mrs. Hamilton?” he asked, his eyes gleaming at her new name.

Eliza suspected it would be a long, long time before being called that lost its thrill. In fact, she hoped it never would. Still, she had no desire for coyness. Brazenly, she stepped up to him, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him fiercely.

Alexander did not object to her boldness, bringing his arms about her waist and returning the kiss. They stayed like that for several moments. When they finally broke apart, he asked somewhat breathlessly, “May I ask what that was for?”

Eliza did not stray far, keeping her arms draped loosely about him. She smiled and said, “Just to say how much I love you, my dearest Alexander.”

He laughed, “Well, then, if that is how you plan to say ‘I love you’ for the rest of our lives, my sweet Betsey, I shall say that I am the luckiest of men!”

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[1] Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Schuyler, 5 October 1780.

[2] I went diving into Google and Pinterest, looking for something that I could see as Eliza’s wedding dress. I could never find the complete ensemble that matched what I envisioned, but here is the fabric that came the closest (though the cut of the gown isn’t quite right, so ignore that).

[3] I’m honestly not entirely certain on this. I’ve read conflicting reports as to whether Angelica was present for Eliza and Alexander’s wedding. I learned from a recent livestream that even the interpreters at the Schuyler Mansion aren't completely sure either. Still, her absence seemed pretty plausible to me, so I went with it.

#my fanfiction #hamliza #hamliza month #elizabeth schuyler hamilton #alexander hamilton #peggy schuyler #philip schuyler

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winged-reaper · 4 years ago

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Surprise at home

art not mine

Pairings: Tamaki Amajiki x female reader

Warning: Fluff cuz this boy deserves some love

Summary: Reader finds out a surprise to tell her husband Tamaki, but how will he take the news?

You and Tamaki had been married for just over a year and you couldn't have been happier. You ran a small school to give kids of villians and previous villians a second chance at life while he did Hero work. For some of the villains that just seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, he would often give them the business card you had him keep just in case. As much as Tamaki worried about you, he knew you wanted to help these people out and he loved that about you. You always reached out to someone who needed help even when they didn't know how to ask for it. If not for that, then you two would have never started dating in the first place.

But all that aside anytime he came to visit you during one of his patrols that pasted by the school he always saw you interacting with the children happily. The smile you wore always set his heart a flutter but a thought came through his mind. It was a quiet one that occurred shortly after you first got married but he was too shy to mention it. He wanted to have a child with you. Tamaki knew you would be an excellent mother with your caring and loving nature but he was scared you would reject the idea entirely. Reject him. The very thought had him shaking so he tried to push the thought of asking you to carry his child as far in the back of his mind as possible.

One Saturday, you woke up a bit later than usual. You stretched up in yours and Tamaki's and sighed. "It just had to be my day off work that Tamaki had to leave extra early." You pout missing his snuggles. As shy as he was in public your husband could be quite the cuddle bug when it was just the two of you. You loved that about him, it was your own private side to him. But as you continued your complaining in your thoughts another complaint began to make itself feel known. You paused feeling your stomach turn and twist before a sensation in your throat had you rushing towards the toilet to puke up all of your dinner from the night before.

After puking, you leaned your head against the toilet and tried to think what you could have eaten that made you so sick. You were always so careful with your cooking since Tamaki's quirk relied on the foods he ate and you made sure the seafood was good whenever you bought some to him for lunch. When your love's name ran across your mind a second time, your eyes widened. You made a quick dash for the calendar you kept in the kitchen looking for the mark you put to remind yourself of when your time of the month was supposed to begin. As soon as you found the mark you hand went to your mouth in shock. It was 3 weeks late and you hadn't noticed because of how busy things at the school had been lately.

You hurried back to your bedroom and scoured your closet for the box of special presents you received at the wedding. One such box contain a couple pregnancy tests. "There's no way. There's no way." You repeat as you take both tests just in case the first one was buggy. Pacing back and forth you heard your phone buzz snapping you out of your mini panic. Looking at it you saw your husband send you an "I love you" message making your heart swell before sent a little octopus emoji making you giggle. "He's getting hungry." You say before realizing it was time to check the tests.

Covering your eyes you peeked at them cautiously before your jaw dropped. Both tests said positive. You cried for joy at seeing that. You had wanted to bring up starting a family with Tamaki for a while but it seemed every time you tried to bring up the topic there was an emergency that either of you had to take care of and it became very frustrating. So after a while you just gave up the idea and focused all your energy on the kids that came through your program, but apparently fate had other ideas. This was something wonderful, but would Tamaki feel the same?

You shook away those thoughts as you made your way to the kitchen. On your days off when Tamaki had to go in early, you always brought him lunch. He loved that and you loved getting to spend him lunch break with him, it made being married to the number 8 a little bit easier. Putting together his favorites you tried to think of something you could do to break the news to him. The main goal in mind, not freaking him out into the next century. But all your ideas felt short. You wanted to surprise him with the news but didn't know how. Eventually you sighed and decided you would figure it later.

After a brief walk, you entered the Fatgum Hero Agency. You knew the lady at the reception desk well as this was not your first visit and frequently just waved you on to the back. Smiling you left her a little treat today, you were in a really good mood and quickly hurried to the back to look for Tamaki. "Ah Y/N" said a familiar voice that made you stop and turn with a smile. "Hi Fatgum." You say walking up to the round hero. He laughed as he eyed the lunch you were carrying in your hand. "I see you brought Tamaki lunch again." Fatgum gave a little pout that quickly vanished. "I'm gonna have to find myself a cute wife like you to spoil me just like how you spoil little Tamaki." His comment made you blush making him chuckle before patting your head. "You know I only tease, but Suneater is still out on patrol with Red Riot. They should be back soon. That was good to hear.

You and Fatgum chatted back and forth in regards to the school and a few potential candidies for his Agency when they got a little older. All the while the hero noticed something a little different about you today. You seemed to have a new glow about you. It wasn't the usual glow you had, but something much more pure. Then an idea came across his mind and he had to ask. "Hey Y/N. Can I ask you something real quick?" You stopped whatever you were saying to give your friend a strange look before giving him a hesitant sure. "Are you pregnant?" Immediately your face turned bright red indicating that what he suspected was true. "Does Tamaki know yet?" You gave a sheepish shake of your head. "N-no I just found out this morning." You bashfully said.

"Found out what?" Said Kirishima making you practically jump three feet in the air. "Kiri leave Y/N alone." Tamaki warned the redhead before making his way into the room. Your heart raced with excitement at seeing your husband come to your rescue making you almost swoon for him all over again. Fatgum chuckled at your reaction. As soon as Tamaki took his goggles off his eyes were drawn to the lunch you brought and you could have sworn you saw him drooling for a second. He made his way over with a blush on his cheek. "Thank you love." He said before leaning down to give you the quickest of pecks on the cheek before he began to reach for his lunch.

Seeing the two of you interact gave Fatgum an idea. He snuck behind you and lifted the lunch you made from behind making both you and Tamaki blink at your hands that were now empty. "You can head home early today Suneater. It's been pretty quite today. Besides you and Y/N should get to have lunch together at home once in a while." He said before he began munching on the lunch you made. You gave a quick pout but quickly smiled when you realized that the hero did that so you could tell Tamaki in the comfort of your own home. Tamaki didn't seem to think too much into the reason why Fatgum was offering him the rest of the day off. It was strange but not too uncommon. He shrugged and looked back at you. "Let me go let Kirishima know and we'll head home." His stomach growled in response making him blush more and you giggle. "Well hurry home and I'll make you a big lunch." He gave a nervous smile as he turned to go track down the red headed hero returning to you a few minutes later. As you both walked out you peeked back at Fatgum, who was finishing the lunchbox and shooting you a good luck thumbs up. The gesture caused you to blush and make Tamaki look back at you. "Love? Are you ok?" He asked snapping your attention back to him. Giving a nod you quickly reassured him that you were perfectly okay. Better even. Hearing that made a gentle smile appear on his face, making you forget yourself for a moment as you leaned up to kiss him. Instantly the crimson tint appeared in his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears. He was blushing almost all the way home.

Thankfully the walk wasn't too long but he wanted to hide knowing how red his face must have been from the simple kiss. "Tamaki why do you keep doing this to yourself?" His inner voice questioned. "Y/N is your wife, she deserves someone who doesn't turn to complete blushing mush every single time she kisses you. She-" Before his inner voice could continue it's tiny motivational lecture, your voice caught his attention. "Sweetie what do you want for lunch?" Tamaki blinked almost in shock that they were not only home but he had also changed into his civilian clothes. His thoughts were so loud that it drowned out everything around him. Shaking his head he told you what he wanted making you smile at him before you started cooking. Tamaki laid his arms over the table to partly hide this face as he watched you cook. He really loved you and was still amazed that a woman like you would want anything to do with him. But who was he to complain. As he thought about everything he loved about you, an old idea came creeping up from the cobwebs of his mind. You would look so beautiful with a baby bump. A baby bump he would be the cause of. The idea practically had steam coming out of his ears from his blush.

While he had his daydream you hurried and quickly brought your meals over, yours looking a bit different than normal catching Tamaki's attention. "Love are you feeling ok? You never eat that." He said pointing to the unusual item on your plate. You gave a shy smile before nodding. "Well I need to start eating it since I'm eating for two after all and-" You froze as soon as those words left your mouth. Tamaki seemed frozen too as he seemed like he was trying to process what you had just said. He looked down at your stomach and back up at your face in disbelief. With a blush on your face you went to retrieve the pregnancy tests to show him. The indigo haired man was silent as he looked at the two positive tests, your belly and then you for a good 10 minutes as he processed that you were in fact pregnant. "A-are you upset?" You asked feeling worried that he didn't actually want children. He didn't answer you with words. Instead he wrapped his arms around you and gave you the biggest kiss he'd ever given you making you practically float on a cloud of happiness. "Upset? Why on earth would I be upset when I'm so happy. I wanted to have a baby with you for so long and now it's finally happening." He honestly wanted to cry. But then the worry of your job came into mind. He brought up his concerns making you nod and think. "Well we've gotten a lot of new students recently. But I'm sure I can reach out to a few hero agencies nearby to ask if they have any heroes that could help out around the school." The idea made your husband breath out in relief. You were already thinking ahead and now you were going to actually mother his children.

Then the final click of realization occurred and Tamaki fainted. "T-tamaki?!" You yelped as you checked on him. He had a silly grin that worried you a little but you knew he was just overloaded with happiness. Giggling, you made yourself a comfy lap pillow for him before looking at your stomach and talking to your unborn child. "Sweetie lets not give daddy too many heart attacks after you're born okay?" You smiled and lovingly brush his bangs aside. He was truly everything you wanted and now you had a new adventure to go on. Nothing seemed better.

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georgesparadise · 4 years ago

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Fears: none

3 things I love: music, old stuff and travel (I’ll put another one: george ezra)

4 turns on: george ezra, indie, music, sing

4 turns off: abusers, men, teenagers and teenagers again

My best friend: @michelleplayswithfire and Kah

Which part of the world are you from? Brazil

What do I miss? England

Favorite color? yellow and red

Do I have a crush? george ezra

Favorite quote? "When this adventure ends your next one will begin"

Favorite place: London and Hertfordshire

Favorite food? tiramissu

Do I use sarcasm? oh yes

What am I listening to right now? dig a pony - the beatles

First thing I notice in new person? charisma

Favorite style of clothing? comfortable clothes and plaid shirts

Ever done a prank call? well....yes

Meaning behind my URL? because of george ezra's song ''paradise''

Favorite movie? Paddington

Favorite song? Lucky Shirt

Favorite band? The Fratellis

How I feel right now? good

Someone I love? george ezra

My current relationship status? george ezra

My relationship with my parents? pretty good

Favorite holiday? none

Tattoos and piercing i have? none

Tattoos and piercing i want? something related with doctor who

The reason I joined Tumblr? just because I like

Do I and my last ex hate each other? I hate him, because he's so toxic

Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? no

Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? no, never

When did I last hold hands? august, 2017

How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 10 minutes

Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? sure

Where am I right now? home

If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? what a hell

Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? loud with headphones on and showing my good taste in music to my neighbours

Am I excited for anything? yes, yes, yes

Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? no one

How often do I wear a fake smile? never

When was the last time I hugged someone? what?

What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? go fuck yourself

Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? wait???

What is something I disliked about today? men and teenagers

If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? george ezra, obviously

What do I think about most? george ezra

What’s my strangest talent? ???

Do I have any strange phobias? c'mon

Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? both

What was the last lie I told? That I told to my classmate that I didn't make my test, just because he's wanted my answers

Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? none lol

Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? ghosts yes, aliens no (what a hell!)

Do I believe in magic? yes

Do I believe in luck? yes

What's the weather like right now? cold and sunny

What was the last book I've read? Thanks a Lot Mr. Kibblewhite

Do I like the smell of gasoline? y e s

Do I have any nicknames? ray, lily, migs...

What was the worst injury I've ever had? what?

Do I spend money or save it? both

Can I touch my nose with a tongue? no

Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? the kitchen's tv

Favorite animal? guinea pig and dogs

What was I doing last night at 12 AM? listening the new album of the fratellis

What do I think is Satan’s last name is? WHAT?

What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? anything that george ezra puts and when my mother say ''the dinner is ready''

How can you win my heart? buy a trip for europe

What would I want to be written on my tombstone? here's the george ezra fanatic girl

What is my favorite word? petan

My top 5 blogs on tumblr: I have only one @michelleplayswithfire

If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? I WANT TO MEET GEORGE EZRA!

Do I have any relatives in jail? no, are you kidding me?

I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? I'm confused

What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? what?

What is my current desktop picture? star wars wallpaper

Had sex? nooo, mens are toxic

Bought condoms? nooo, mens are toxic

Gotten pregnant? nooo, mens are toxic

Failed a class? in my english classes

Kissed a boy? nooo, mens are toxic

Kissed a girl? no

Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? yes, but i regret

Had job? I had

Left the house without my wallet? no

Bullied someone on the internet? no

Had sex in public? wtf

Played on a sports team? no

Smoked weed? no

Did drugs? no

Smoked cigarettes? no

Drank alcohol? yes

Am I a vegetarian/vegan? I respect them, but I'm not none of both

Been overweight? yes

Been underweight? yes

Been to a wedding? yes

Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? yes

Watched TV for 5 hours straight? yes

Been outside my home country? yes

Gotten my heartbroken? yes, but I don't care anymore

Been to a professional sports game? not yet

Broken a bone? yes

Cut myself? yes

Been to prom? yes

Been in an airplane? yes

Fly by helicopter? no

What concerts have I been to? The Rolling Stones, Paul McCartney, Duran Duran and Maroon 5

Had a crush on someone of the same sex? yes...

Learned another language? Yes, I'm fluent in English and semi-fluent in Spanish

Wore make up? no

Lost my virginity before I was 18? I’m just 17 (???)

Had oral sex? wtf

Dyed my hair? not yet

Voted in a presidential election? no, in the last one, I was not yet old to vote

Rode in an ambulance? yes

Had a surgery? a lot

Met someone famous? I only saw from a distance

Stalked someone on a social network? yes

Peed outside? noo, ewwww

Been fishing? no (??)

Helped with charity? yes

Been rejected by a crush? a lot of times

Broken a mirror? yes

What do I want for birthday? george ezra and a new record player

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missjanjie · 4 years ago

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Hold Me Tighter (Even Closer) | (3/?)

Title: Hold Me Tighter (Even Closer) Summary: A sequel to Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer. Brooke Lynn and Vanessa are back at NYU, but with new and improved positions. Brooke’s ready to start her career as a professor when, as fate would have it, she realizes her TA, Jackie, might have the hots for a student named Jan. The couple just might see it as a sign to give two new girls the love story they found in the same place. Word Count: ~2.9k (this chapter) / ~9k (total) Relationship(s): Branjie (Brooke Lynn Hytes/Vanessa Vanjie Mateo), Jankie (Jan Sport/Jackie Cox) Rating: E

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Brooke Lynn furrowed her brows and strummed her fingers against the table. “So, let me see if I’ve got this right – you invited Jan over to practice for her audition, got wine drunk, then dry-humped until she got off?”

Jackie nodded in confirmation, her eyes fixated more on her coffee cup than Brooke – she had to build back up to being able to make eye-contact. “Then in the morning she was gone and she left me a note,” she finished, holding the piece of paper up. “I really fucked up, didn’t I?”

“It wasn’t your smartest move,” she told her, trying not to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all. “But if she just left like that, she’s probably just as scared as you are. Listen, the first day I met Vanessa was a mess. I walked her home from work that night, kissed her, and then literally ran away. She still makes fun of me for it.”

The story made Jackie laugh, but it caught her by surprise as well. She had always seen Brooke as someone so unshakably confident. “I guess if things worked out for you guys, all hope isn’t totally lost…” She took another sip from her drink and sighed. “I still don’t know how I’m going to face her in class on Monday,” she admitted.

Brooke reached across the table and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Just focus on your work. I promise I’ll find something to keep you busy, okay?” As much as she wanted to continue her matchmaking game, she could see that the tension needed to diffuse before she tried to push them closer. Just because Katya lucked out didn’t mean lightning would strike twice.

Jackie’s entire body relaxed in relief. She was still anxious about seeing Jan again, but it meant a lot to know that Brooke was looking out for her. “Okay. Yes, thank you. I can work with that.” She nodded, then checked her phone. “I have to get going, though. I’ll talk to you later,” she said as she gathered her things, including the note that she tucked into her pocket.

Brooke smiled and waved her off. She stayed put, though. She was expecting Vanessa any minute now. They liked meeting here when they could, after all, it was the café A’keria recently became the owner of, the same one she’d started working in after the Starbucks fiasco all those years ago. It was sentimental to them now.

“Hey boo,” Vanessa greeted as she walked in, leaning over and giving her wife a kiss before sitting down. “Must’ve just missed Jackie, how’s she doing?”

“The poor girl is going through it,” Brooke shook her head sympathetically. “She and Jan got drunk and fooled around, and Jan left before she woke up. She left a Post-It or something.”

Vanessa frowned and shook her head. “Mh-mm, I hate Post-Its. If you’re gonna dip, send a text like a normal person,” she mused.

“Maybe she thought a handwritten note would be more meaningful,” she reasoned. “Regardless, she’s just gonna need some time to recover before we continue with any matchmaking shenanigans.”

Vanessa gave a firm nod of agreement. “Understood.” She sat quietly for a moment, strumming her fingernails against the table. “I wanna talk about the baby thing.”

Brooke blinked in surprise at the abrupt subject change but leaned in to listen attentively nonetheless. “Of course, what’s on your mind?”

“Listen… I know we got good genes and all, but I don’t wanna create a baby in a lab when there are so many kids that need a family. I had friends in foster care when I was little, you know? That shit must’ve really sucked for them. And I just think… You and me are in a position to really help a kid out,” she told her, then held her breath as she waited for her wife’s response.

Brooke reached across the table and held Vanessa’s hands. “Baby girl, if that’s what you want, I am a hundred percent on board. I think that’s a wonderful motivation to adopt. We can start looking at agencies as soon or as late as you want. I’m in this with you all the way,” her thumb stroked over Vanessa’s wedding band. “That’s what I promised you. That’s the promise I make to you every day as your wife.”

Vanessa blinked and looked down. “Shit, you gonna make me cry,” she mumbled, giving Brooke’s hand a light squeeze to reassure her she was okay. “Guess we gotta think about redecorating the guest room then, huh?”

“You know my weakness for interior design,” she cooed, pressing a kiss to the back of Vanessa’s hand.

—

By the time Monday rolled around, Jackie had talked herself out of most of her anxiety. When the time was right, she thought, she could talk things out with Jan. But until then, she had a job to do, a job that she did like.

Jackie’s main task was to write a lot of information on the chalkboard. It was perfect as far as she was concerned – having her back to the class meant she didn’t have to worry about making awkward eye contact with Jan. She had to admit, it was kind of a genius move on Brooke’s part.

Jan, however, was left with a predicament of her own. She and Gigi had sat in the front because even with contacts or glasses, they were both nearsighted as all hell. However, this put Jackie right in her line of sight, and she immediately began regretting her decision.

While the dress Jackie wore came down to her knees, the fabric clung to her body in a way that accentuated some of her best physical features.

And Jan hadn’t meant to stare – staring was rude and her mother taught her better. But she would be damned if Jackie’s ass wasn’t hypnotizing her. She couldn’t help but wonder how she hadn’t noticed before.

“You’re gonna snap your pen in half with the way you’re biting it,” Gigi poked Jan’s shoulder, snapping her friend out of her trance. “Also, some subtlety really wouldn’t hurt you right now.”

Jan blushed, looking down at her notes, which were nowhere near as detailed as usual. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Gigi chuckled. “Please, your eyes were about to burn a hole into her butt.”

“They were not, I was just reading the board,” she insisted, but now that she had to actively avoid staring, her body seemed all the more compelled to continue. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to get her mind and body on the same page.

“Hey, you have good taste, I’m just saying be less obvious about it.”

Jan just buried her face in her notes, hoping that if she focused on getting work done, her mind would stop conjuring images of Jackie in various states of undress.

“...And that’ll just about do it,” Brooke Lynn was saying. “You guys are free to go, see you Wednesday.” She closed her book, punctuating the dismissal. Her eyes followed the students out of the room, waiting until they were alone before speaking to Jackie. “How are you feeling?”

Jackie exhaled deeply, dropping herself down onto the desk closest to Brooke’s as if she were dead weight. “I feel okay. I think not having to look at her made it easy. Have you seen her eyes? They’re so warm and brown and–”

“–And couldn’t stay off of you,” Brooke finished with a smirk. “Jackie, she is hot for you, you should’ve seen how she was staring at you. I already knew you have a great ass, but damn, it had a magnetic pull on that poor girl.”

Jackie turned a shade of red deeper and brighter than it had ever been. She suddenly became hyper-aware of her body, not necessarily in a self-conscious way – in fact, part of her was flattered – but it was overwhelming to process at first. “I guess she might not regret the other night that much then,” she managed with a strangled laugh.

“Honey, it’s pretty clear she wants a repeat performance. I wasn’t even paying all that much attention to her, but I swear I almost offered her a towel,” she chuckled.

Even though Jan was long gone, Jackie looked out of the classroom and into the hall, as if she could still catch sight of her. “I never thought I’d be relieved to be objectified,” she mused.

Brooke let out a light laugh at that. “So you’ll go talk to her?”

She shook her head as her gaze drifted back to the desk. “Not yet. Soon… Hopefully soon. I think I’ll know when I’m ready.”

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“Well, other than you ogling the TA you fooled around with, I think today went well,” Gigi said as they walked back to the residence hall. “You ready for your audition later?”

“I wasn’t ogling her.” Jan chewed on her lip. “Don’t laugh, but…” She shifted awkwardly as she looked anywhere but directly at her friend. “I’m worried I might be too… distracted to nail it.”

Gigi looked at her friend with an arched brow. “First of all, yes you were. We established this. Second, you think you’ll be too horny to focus on singing?” She really did try her best not to laugh, but a small giggle slipped through. “Babe, just masturbate like a normal person before you go.”

She huffed. “Don’t you think I’ve thought of that? Lem’s probably gonna be in there, what am I supposed to do, tell her to leave so I can jerk off? We’re close, Geege, but I think there’s a line.”

“Then go in the shower. Jesus, do I have to spell it out for you?” Gigi rolled her eyes.

“You don’t think it’s weird to get off thinking about someone you’re not dating?” Jan asked quietly.

Her friend pinched the bridge of her nose. “At this point I just think you need to do it so you stop sounding so neurotic and paranoid. Hell, if I wasn’t in a committed relationship, I’d offer to help you out myself.”

Jan cocked her head to the side. “Thanks, I think.”

When Jan did get back to the dorm, she saw Lemon on her bed with her AirPods in, just as she’d anticipated. She waved at her to get her attention, waiting for her to take one of them out. “Hey sweetie, I’m just gonna shower before my audition. You know, get nice and calm,” she told her.

Lemon smiled and nodded. “Oh shit, I forgot that was today. Break a leg! But like, not in the shower. That would be bad.”

Jan chuckled as she grabbed what she needed to bring into the bathroom. “I don’t know where I’d be without your wisdom, doll,” she winked playfully before leaving.

The first thing Jan did once she got in the shower was put music on – this wasn’t her first rodeo, so to speak. Even with earbuds in, she knew she ran the risk of Lemon hearing her moan if she didn’t drown it out. With the music playing and water running, Jan undressed and stepped into the shower, letting out a sigh of relief the second the hot water hit her body.

After she washed her hair, Jan leaned against the shower wall, resting her head against the cool tile. She let her hand travel down her body. There was a moment of hesitation when her fingers grazed over her pussy, but after a deep breath, she began rubbing her clit with two fingers. Her eyes fluttered shut as soft, breathy moans slipped out.

“Fuck…” Jan wasn’t thinking about anything at first, but without even trying, her thoughts drifted to Jackie, to what happened the other night, to that day in class. And once she got started, there was no chance of stopping. “Oh, Jackie…” she moaned, rocking against her fingers. Her free hand went to her breast, groping it, and tweaking her nipple.

By the time her orgasm hit, Jan needed to rest her entire weight against the wall to keep herself up. Her legs were shaking and she was whimpering, taking deep breaths as she finally felt sturdy enough to stand back upright. After that, she just did a quick wash off her face and body before getting out and drying off, going back into the bedroom wrapped up in her robe shortly after.

“Hey, feeling any better?” Lemon asked casually. It was clear she hadn’t moved an inch this whole time, nor was she aware of what Jan had gotten up to.

“Much better, actually,” Jan nodded, taking the towel wrap off of her head and combing her hair out. “What’s your plan for the rest of the day?” she asked as she continued getting ready.

Lemon paused her music and took out her earbuds, she had been waiting for an opportunity to talk about herself. “Actually, I’m meeting up with a girl later.” She didn’t wait for Jan to ask before she continued. “Okay, so, like, I had just lit a joint and I see this really pretty girl – tall, you know how I like ‘em – and she seems hella stressed, so I offer her a hit. So, we’re smoking and chatting and long story short, we have a date tonight.”

“That was the short version?” Jan teased as she got dressed. “I’m guessing it'll be more of the same?”

She scoffed. “No… We’ll probably fuck too.”

Jan laughed softly as she straightened her hair, then pulled it up into a high ponytail. “Well, it’s always nice to have an itinerary,” she hummed. “I’ll see you later.”

—

“Next!”

Jan stepped onto the stage and held herself with confidence. She introduced herself, handed the sheet music to the pianist, and then she simply did what she did best; she sang. She gave it her all, emoting all the right words, belting all the right notes. There was a lingering rush of adrenaline when she finished. “Thank you,” she smiled politely and made her way off stage.

“Great job up there,” a distinct voice out of seemingly nowhere caused Jan to jump, startled.

“Oh, thanks Vanjie,” Jan smiled, running her fingers through her ponytail. “I didn’t realize anyone other than the directors were watching.”

Vanessa shrugged. “People gave up tryna tell me what to do a long time ago. Except for Brooke, but there’s always an exception for the wife. But anyway… you feelin’ okay? I don’t know all the details, but I know you had a rough weekend.”

Of course, Jan figured Vanessa knew more than she let on – she could safely assume Jackie told Brooke, and Brooke told Vanessa. But she hoped some details had gotten lost in translation. “Oh, yeah, I guess,” she bounced awkwardly on the balls of her feet. “Things are a little weird, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Listen, I’ve been in your shoes. The worst thing you can do is overthink it. Brooke did it, Jackie does it, and I get the vibe you do too. Not everything’s as deep as y’all make it out to be, you know?”

Jan chewed her lip and nodded. Sure, she knew Vanessa was right, but it was easier said than done. It wasn’t something she could simply stop doing, something she could just turn on and off at will. “The situation’s just… It’s complicated. But I get what you’re saying, I do,” she assured. “All I wanna focus on now is being able to sleep tonight so I can be ready to see if I got a callback tomorrow.”

Vanessa gave Jan’s arm a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “You got this. Ain’t no one around you doubting that.”

And Jan tried her best to take that to heart, she tried to stay positive the rest of the night, to turn her brain off when it was finally time to sleep. She was pretty sure she passed out at nearly three in the morning, but as soon as her alarm went off, she shot right out of bed.

Lemon rolled onto her side, watching Jan scramble to get ready with energy from god knows where. “How the fuck do you do that?” she mumbled groggily.

Jan shrugged as she brushed her hair. “It’s a blessing and a curse, Lem.” She checked her phone. “The callback list should be up by the time I get there,” she murmured, offering a quick goodbye to her roommate before she was out the door.

By the time she got to the auditorium, there was already a small group of hopeful actors forming outside the doors. And as soon as the list went up, they all crowded around it.

Too impatient to wait, Jan made her way to the front, offering haphazard apologies to everyone she bumped out of the way. It was worth it for the happiness and relief she felt when she saw that she was on the callback list for Veronica.

The first thing she did was call Gigi and did her best to not scream into the phone. “I got a callback! And there were only two other girls listed for Veronica, Geege, I’m this close to getting it. I can taste it.”

“That’s my girl, I knew you’d crush it,” Gigi replied. “You’re gonna nail the callback too, and don’t be afraid to take my advice again if you need it.”

Jan furrowed her brows. “How did you know I followed your advice?”

Gigi had a smug grin that Jan swore she could feel through the phone. “I didn’t.”

#jankie #branjie #rpdr fanfiction #rpdr fanfic #rpdr rpf

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