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There Goes My Baby - Jennie Kim

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pairing. idol! jennie x fan!reader

synopsis. At her own solo fanmeet, Jennie Kim breaks all her usual rules by flirting with a fan who felt different from the rest—only to find herself wanting more when that fan, Y/N, actually stays behind.

The hall was buzzing with excitement, pink banners and lightsticks everywhere. Fans screamed and waved as Jennie Kim stepped onto the stage in a soft pastel outfit, her signature smile lighting up the room. She looked ethereal—sharp eyeliner, glossy lips, and that effortless confidence that made her both untouchable and deeply captivating.

Y/N adjusted her hoodie and sat a little straighter in her seat, clutching her lucky album to her chest.

She never expected to get picked for the one-on-one question portion.

She never expected Jennie to look at her like that.

And she definitely didn’t expect what came next.

Jennie scanned the crowd as the staff brought out the mic. “Okay,” she said, her voice honey-smooth. “Let’s take another question.”

A staff member pointed toward Row C.

Y/N.

Jennie’s eyes landed on her.

She blinked. Once. Twice.

Then smiled — slow and intrigued.

“You,” Jennie said, nodding toward her. “The one in the oversized hoodie. Yeah, you. Come up here.”

The crowd screamed. Y/N’s ears went hot.

“Me?” she mouthed.

Jennie nodded, biting back a grin. “You.”

Y/N walked up, nerves buzzing in her stomach. Jennie handed her the mic, fingers brushing over hers just a little too long. Y/N looked up—and nearly forgot how to speak.

Jennie was looking at her like she was a puzzle she wanted to solve.

“What’s your name?” Jennie asked, leaning slightly forward.

“Y/N,” she managed, voice steadier than she expected.

“Y/N,” Jennie repeated, rolling the name over her tongue. “Pretty.”

Y/N blinked. “The name?”

Jennie smiled. “Sure. The name.”

The crowd squealed. The MC laughed nervously. Jennie didn’t even flinch.

“So, what’s your question?” she asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes never leaving Y/N’s.

Y/N cleared her throat. “Um… if you weren’t an idol, what do you think you’d be doing?”

Jennie tilted her head. “Mm… maybe a vet. Or a photographer. Something quiet. I like watching more than talking.”

Y/N smiled. “You talk really well, though.”

Jennie’s lips curved. “Only when I’m trying to impress someone.”

The crowd howled. The MC looked caught between panic and awe.

Jennie ignored everyone else. “So… do you come to all my events, Y/N?”

“Just the ones I can get into,” Y/N answered honestly.

Jennie leaned in, lowering her voice slightly. “And what if I said I wanted to see you at more of them?”

Y/N blinked. “That sounds a lot like flirting.”

Jennie’s smile deepened. “Maybe it is.”

The staff signaled them to wrap up, but Jennie took her time standing up.

Before Y/N could step back down, Jennie added, “Make sure you don’t disappear after this, okay?”

Y/N blinked. “Why?”

Jennie gave her a knowing smile. “I might owe you a signed album… and maybe a drink.”

Jennie peeled off her mic and took a long sip of water. Her manager was already prepping to usher her out to the van, but her thoughts were elsewhere.

“So…” Alison said from the corner, arms crossed and smirking. “You flirt with all your fans like that?”

Jennie didn’t look up. “Only the pretty ones.”

“You got her name and asked her to stay after. That’s not fanservice. That’s stalking behavior.”

Jennie shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s rare I get a chance to flirt and call it ‘work’.”

The crowd had thinned out. The parking lot lights buzzed softly. Y/N stood near the back exit, hoodie pulled up, fingers tightening around the strap of her tote bag as staff and managers milled about, cleaning up and packing boxes. She was trying not to look suspicious. Trying not to look like she was waiting.

Except she was.

God, she actually stayed.

Jennie had said it teasingly—“Don’t disappear”—but the way her voice had dipped, the way her gaze lingered, it hadn’t felt like a joke.

Still… Y/N half-hoped no one would see her standing here like she was auditioning for a second chance.

Until a voice called softly behind her.

“Y/N?”

Y/N turned. Jennie stood just a few feet away, now in a black hoodie, makeup slightly faded, hair up in a bun. She looked… normal. Soft. Real.

“You actually stayed,” Jennie said, a little surprised, a little amused.

Y/N gave her a sheepish smile. “You said you owed me a signed album. And maybe… a drink.”

Jennie grinned, walking closer. “That’s true. I did say that.”

They stood awkwardly for a second. Not idol and fan now—just two girls who couldn’t stop thinking about each other since that one moment on stage.

Jennie’s voice dropped. “I meant it, by the way. You stood out.”

Y/N blinked. “You meet thousands of fans—how would I stand out?”

Jennie stepped a little closer. “Because you weren’t looking at Jennie Kim the idol. You were just… looking at me.”

“…I was,” Y/N admitted quietly.

Jennie smiled, gently tugging on the strap of her bag. “Come on. There’s a vending machine in the dressing trailer. I’ll buy you the fanciest Pocari Sweat money can’t buy.”

The trailer smelled like clean linen and faint floral perfume. Posters of Jennie’s solo concept lined one side. Y/N sat on the small faux-leather couch, drink in hand, trying not to overthink every movement Jennie made as she pulled off her hoodie and shook out her hair.

“So,” Jennie said, tossing her hoodie aside and sitting across from her. “Be honest. Was that moment earlier… too much?”

Y/N tilted her head. “You mean the flirting? Or the way you said my name like it was the title of your next solo track?”

Jennie burst out laughing. “Okay, yeah. That was a bit much.”

“But no,” Y/N added. “I liked it.”

Jennie’s gaze softened. “Yeah?”

Y/N nodded. “It’s kind of… unfair, though.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ll go back to being Jennie Kim tomorrow. Untouchable. Perfect. And I’ll just be that one fan who maybe got a little extra attention.”

Jennie leaned forward slowly, elbows on her knees, eyes locked on Y/N.

“What if I don’t want to be untouchable tonight?”

Y/N’s breath caught. “What are you saying?”

Jennie smiled—gentle, real. “I’m saying… maybe I liked the way you looked at me, too. And maybe I don’t want it to end the moment I walk out of this trailer.”

Y/N blinked. “Jennie, you don’t know anything about me.”

“I know you didn’t scream like everyone else. I know you were nervous, but you still looked me in the eye. I know you’re funny, and you blush really easily,” Jennie said, her voice quieter now, “and I know that when I flirted with you, it felt different than every time I’ve done fanservice in my life.”

The silence between them felt charged.

Jennie stood, took a step closer, then reached out her hand.

“Come here.”

Y/N hesitated.

“Just… sit next to me. Nothing scary,” Jennie added, smiling.

Y/N moved, sitting beside her on the couch. Jennie was close—warmth radiating, her scent soft like vanilla and something expensive.

Jennie turned toward her, gaze flicking down briefly to Y/N’s lips before back up again.

“I’ve never done this,” Jennie said softly. “I don’t bring fans backstage. I don’t flirt because it feels like I have to. But with you… it didn’t.”

Y/N’s voice was barely a whisper. “Then what are we doing?”

Jennie hesitated for half a second. Then leaned forward and pressed a kiss—short, featherlight—on Y/N’s cheek.

“Starting with this,” she murmured, “and seeing where it goes.”

Jennie pulled back slowly, her eyes still on Y/N’s cheek where her lips had just been. The air between them shimmered with unsaid words, the kind that teetered between flirting and something more fragile. Something real.

Y/N swallowed hard, her voice soft. “Do you… do that with all your fans?”

Jennie gave a breathless little laugh. “No. Trust me, if I did that with every fan, I’d be in so much trouble.”

Y/N turned to her, just a little, enough that their knees brushed. “So why me?”

Jennie studied her for a moment. “Because I’ve spent the last few hours smiling at cameras, signing merch, and saying thank you a hundred times… and none of it felt half as good as sitting here with you.”

Y/N blinked, breath catching.

“And because,” Jennie added, her voice lowering, “when I saw you up close, it wasn’t just cute fan energy. It felt like I’d want to talk to you even if I wasn’t Jennie Kim and you weren’t in the front row.”

Y/N let out a small, nervous laugh. “Well, if it helps, I kind of forgot you were Jennie Kim once you got all… soft like this.”

Jennie nudged her shoulder playfully. “You mean charming.”

“Sure,” Y/N teased. “Let’s go with that.”

A beat passed. The soft hum of the air conditioner was the only sound as they looked at each other, shy but unwilling to look away.

Jennie reached into her hoodie pocket and pulled out her phone. “I’m not supposed to do this.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Do what?”

Jennie opened her contacts and passed the phone to her. “Let someone I just met backstage have my number.”

Y/N blinked, staring at the screen. “You’re serious?”

Jennie grinned. “Dead serious. You can save yourself as anything, but I swear if you put something boring like ‘Fan Y/N,’ I’m changing it.”

Y/N hesitated for just a moment, then typed: Pretty Girl.

Jennie looked at it and laughed—loud and real, the kind of laugh that warmed Y/N’s chest. “That’s so unfair. Now I have to text you first.”

Y/N smirked. “You’d better.”

Jennie leaned back, phone still in hand, smile softening. “You know… if you weren’t here, I’d probably be somewhere alone, face mask on, already being told what time I need to wake up tomorrow.”

“I can still leave,” Y/N offered, teasing.

“Don’t you dare,” Jennie whispered, voice so quiet it made Y/N’s skin prickle.

They sat there for a while — close, quiet, content.

Jennie walked Y/N out herself. The venue was practically empty now, save for a few lingering staff. Y/N stuffed her hands in her hoodie as the night air cooled.

Jennie stopped just before the gate, turning to face her.

“Listen,” she said gently, “this doesn’t have to be anything crazy. I just want to talk. Get to know you. No interviews. No cameras.”

Y/N nodded. “I’d like that.”

Jennie looked down, then back up, hesitating for just a second. “Can I hug you?”

Y/N stepped forward before she even had a chance to answer. Jennie’s arms wrapped around her instantly, warm and protective, and Y/N melted into it.

It wasn’t a fan hug. It wasn’t even a goodbye hug.

Jennie leaned her head against Y/N’s. “I hope you text me first.”

“I hope you beat me to it.”

They pulled back slowly, Jennie’s hands sliding down Y/N’s arms until their fingers briefly laced.

And then Y/N walked away, heart pounding, not daring to look back.

Not knowing that behind her, Jennie stood still—smiling like a girl who’d just met someone she really didn’t want to forget.

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[morgana-larkin]

hey! could you write a hurt/comfort with age gap chessy x reader where reader feels like she isnt good enough for chessy because of being younger than her and chessy comforts her? (btw just keep up the awesome work!)

Hi Anon! Sorry this took awhile to write but I finally got it finished! Thank you for the compliment as well!! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I miscounted the amount of Chessy prompts I had, I had 4 instead of 3 but I currently have 2 left and I already started the next one which is a mama bear Chessy! Also I just started my period today so yes there's a good possibility that the next 2 fics shall also have smut in it.

Good Enough

Warnings: Smut, reader has doubt

Words: 4.4k

Hey Y/n, wake up.” You hear and you groan before opening your eyes.

“What?” You ask and Chessy smiles.

“I know you don’t work until 11 but I made breakfast and thought you’d want some.” She tells you and you yawn while you rub your eyes. 

“You made breakfast?” You ask her and she nods.

“There’s some scrambled eggs and toast with your name on it. Made it just how you like it.” She tells you and you smile before you get up.

“What time is it?” You ask her and she looks at her watch. 

“Almost 9.” She says and you stretch before you put your slippers on and stand up. “So I was thinking that since I have to go to the market today anyway, then I can bring you to work.” She says as you’re eating breakfast. “And maybe stop and get a nice cup of coffee from the beautiful barista.” She tells you and you smile.

“I’d like that.” You tell her and she boops your nose before kissing your cheek.

“Alright I’ll drive you to work then and pick you up since your car is here.” She says and you nod.

“Thanks Chess.” You say as you grab her hand and she smiles at you.

“What are girlfriends for?” She says and you smile.

“I still can’t believe we’re together, I thought you’d never be interested in me with our 15 year age difference.” You tell her and she shrugs.

“Age is just a number, as long as you’re older than 20.” She says and then goes to do the dishes. “I still don’t understand why you never just ask for an egg sandwich.” She says as she watches you put scrambled eggs on one piece of toast and then adding the other piece of toast.

“Because you’ll make it differently if I do and I like making it myself.” You tell her and she rolls her eyes before adding all the dishes in the sink.

“Do you want anything else? Or do you have something for your lunch later?” She asks and you think about it.

“I’ll just grab an apple or something at the market.” You tell her and she turns around to look at you.

“An apple? I keep telling you to pack a proper lunch for when you work.” She says and you freeze with your mouth open and the sandwich is right in front of your mouth.

“I just never see the need for a proper lunch. I’ll just have an apple and then have some food when I get home.” You tell her.

“Alright then, what time is your lunch anyway? Do you need to grab an apple before work?” She asks and you think about it. 

“No, I have my lunch break around 3-3:30. And the stalls don’t close until around 5.” You tell her and she nods.

You have a shower and then you get ready for work. You put on your uniform and put your hair in a ponytail. Chessy drives you to work and she walks with you to the coffee shop to make sure you get there safely.

“I’ll see you later?” You tell her once you enter the coffee shop.

“Yep, I’ll pick you up at 7.” She says and you nod before giving her a kiss.

“Oohh, who’s your girlfriend Y/n?” You hear and you turn around to see your coworkers there watching you.

“Chessy, meet Ali and Theo. I work with them on Saturdays and Sundays.” You tell her. Chessy walks up to them and sees their full names on the name tags, Alison and Theodore.

“Hi, I’m Chessy.” She tells them and she smiles at you.

“Wait, Jessie?” Ali says and you snort.

“No, people make that mistake. It’s Chessy, C H E S S Y.” She spells out for them. “Short for Francesca.” She explains and they nod. “It was nice to meet you but I gotta pick some stuff up at the market. Bye hon, love you.” She tells you.

“I love you too.” You tell her and she leaves.

You put your bag in your little cubby in the back before grabbing an apron and they’re both looking at you.

“What?”

“Give us all the juicy details.” Theo tells you and you sigh.

“Don’t know what juicy details you’re expecting. Two girls met at the market, they caught feelings, one asked the other on a date and they’re now in a relationship.” You tell them.

“Give us more than that.” Theo says.

“Like when did you meet? Who asked who out? What’s the age difference? And most importantly, is she good in bed?” Ali asks you. You look at the cafe and see no customers there yet as it’s just before the lunch rush.

“We met 5 months ago and she asked me out 3 months ago. She’s 15 years older than me, and I don’t know, we haven’t had sex yet.” You tell them and their jaws drops.

“You haven’t had sex yet? Are you a prude or something?” Theo asks you.

“No, it’s just that…” You try to say but you stumble and then give up trying.

“It’s just what? Are you not attracted to her?” Ali pushes.

“What? That’s not it, I am very attracted to her. It’s just that…the age difference is making me nervous.” You admit and they look at you and tilt their heads.

“She’s 38 right?” Ali asks and you nod your head. “What’s the problem about the ages? Why does it make you nervous?” She asks and you look at the ground and take a deep breath before answering.

“I feel like I’m not good enough. I mean I’m 23, I’m a barista getting minimum wage. I live in a crappy apartment with a roommate and I have no idea what I want to do with my life. Meanwhile Chessy is a live-in nanny who lives in a beautiful house, gets more than enough per month to live comfortably, never has to worry about money and she knows what she wants and who she is.” You tell them.

“Does Chessy know you feel like this?” Theo asks and you shake your head.

“I don’t know about queers, being the only straight one in this room, but in straight relationships, the two people in said relationship talk about how they feel. They communicate.” Ali says.

“Us queers do it too.” Theo tells Ali. “Just this one is being a chicken.” He adds and then someone walks in. 

The lunch rush starts and the 3 of you don’t have time to talk about anything for an hour.

“Hey Y/n.” You hear and you turn around to give the customer their coffee and you see Chessy is next in line.

“You can serve this one.” Theo says and then he walks away from the register. You walk to the register and you look at her.

“What can I get you?” You ask her with a smile and she looks at the options. 

“Considering it’s my first time here and the barista knows what I like, what do you think I should get?” She asks you and you think about it.

“You can just get black coffee, 2 cream and 2 sugars just how you like.” You say to her and she smiles.

“I’m trying to be adventurous.” She says and you offer a couple suggestions for her to try that she might like and she orders one. She gives you the money and she puts the change in the tip jar while Ali makes the drink. “How’s it going? It’s pretty busy in here.” She tells you as she looks around.

“Ya it starts getting busy around 11:30 as it’s the lunch rush.” You tell her and she nods.

“By the way I wanted to ask you something, is everything alright? It’s just ever since you started visiting the ranch, you’ve been acting different. None of the Parker’s said anything bad, right?” She asks you and you shake your head.

“No, nothing like that, just life things.” You tell her and she nods.

“Ok, well I hope you can come to the ranch tomorrow evening. Chillier night so I was going to get a fire going and maybe we can have a nice hot cocoa together.” She tells you and you smile.

“Yes, of course, I love that plan.” You tell her and then Ali comes with the drink and gives it to Chessy. Chessy takes a sip and smiles.

“What a great recommendation and excellent service.” She says and winks at you. “I’ll see you later hon.” She tells you.

“See you later.” You tell her and then she leaves. “Took longer on making the drink, I see.” You tell her and she smiles.

“I just didn’t rush or ‘make it quick.’” She says and you snort at her impression of some of your customers. You take your first break 45 minutes later and you sit outside and just enjoy watching the market. You go back in and you go through your bag to get your water bottle out and you find a container there that isn’t yours. You open it up and see a peanut butter sandwich there and realised Chessy must have slipped in it while you were showering. 

“Those damn mother instincts of hers.” You mumble out loud.

“Mother instincts of who?” Ali asks you and you hold up the container.

“Chessy secretly packed me lunch after I told her I don’t eat much at work.” You tell her. 

“Awww, that’s so sweet.” She says and you roll your eyes and take a sip from your water bottle.

Chessy walks in exactly at 7 to come drive you back to the ranch. You pack up your things and say goodbye to the evening crew before you head out.

“So I noticed a sandwich in my bag today.” You tell her when she’s driving back.

“Really? That’s so weird.” She says sarcastically and you chuckle.

“Thank you, it was sweet of you.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“It’s not a problem hon, just helping out my girl.” She tells you and you blush. “Are you sure you don’t want to sleep here again?” She asks once you’re back at the ranch and packing up your overnight bag.

“Ya I’m sure.”

“It’s just you said you don’t like your apartment and that my bed is more comfortable.” She tells you, trying to get you to stay over again.

“Well I can’t always stay here, we just started going out 3 months ago. No matter how comfortable you and your bed are.” You say and she smiles shyly.

“I’m comfortable to sleep with?” She asks and you nod.

“You’re very warm which is nice and these…” You say and point to her boobs. “Are very comfortable pillows.” You say and she giggles. “But I have to go home so that we have a chance to miss each other.” You tell her and she strokes your cheek.

“I know, and you’re right. I’ll just miss you.” She says and you kiss her.

“I’ll miss you too.” You tell her and she goes and kisses you again. No one pulls back and you both make out until Chessy moans into the kiss and then you pull back. “I’ll see you tomorrow though and I’ll stay over as I don’t have work on Monday.” You tell her and she smiles and nods.

“I can’t wait until tomorrow night then. You can come straight from work and I'll have dinner ready for you.” She says.

“My hero.” You tell her and then give her a kiss on the cheek before grabbing your bag and walking to the front door. You two kiss one more time and tell each other ‘I love you’ before you go to your car. Chessy watches to make sure you make it to your car safely and then she closes the door when she can’t see your car anymore.

“Things are going well between you two.” Elizabeth tells her from the couch when Chessy walks into the living room.

“They’re going extremely well but I can’t help feeling as if she’s holding back a little.” Chessy tells her.

“How old is she again?” Elizabeth asks as she puts down her book.

“23.” 

“Well she’s at the age where she’s figuring everything out if she hasn’t already. I remember when I was 23, because that’s when I married Nick the first time.” She says and Chessy chuckles. “Just give her some time and she’ll come to you if she needs help with anything.” Elizabeth says to her and Chessy nods. 

“Thanks.” Chessy tells her and then goes to her room.

You go home and enter your apartment building and your roommate is there doing some college work. 

“Nice to see you again, have fun with your girlfriend?” She asks and you nod.

“We didn’t do anything last night, I know that’s what you’re thinking.” You tell her.

“Still haven’t done it? It’s been 3 months. My boyfriend and I did it after a month.” She tells you.

“That’s because you two are very horny.” You say with a smile.

“And you’re not? We have very thin walls, I know what you do most nights.” She says and you roll your eyes. “Is it her that’s holding back or you?” She asks while writing some things down.

“Me, I know she’s ready.” You tell her honestly.

“And why are you holding back?” She asks.

“Because I’m scared. I don’t even know anything about myself and she’s so put together. I don’t even know what she sees in me.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“So it’s still about the age difference, I already told you to talk to her.” She says and you groan.

“I’m scared to talk to her, I mean what if I bring to light things that she didn’t think of about me and then she wants to break up after? Or what if she sees that I’m not the person she thought I was and then leaves?” You tell her and she looks at you.

“You lesbians are so dramatic.” She teases you with.

“Evelyn.” You groan out and she laughs.

“Just talk to her, she’ll either help calm your worries or she’ll end it with you. Either way your worries will disappear.” She says and you look at her.

“Her ending it with me is what I’m worried about.” 

“If she ends it with you then it’s her loss but she seems very into you, well from the 3 times she’s come over here. You honestly hang out more there than you do here. Starting to feel like I’m living by myself and it’s kinda nice.” She tells you and you throw a pillow from the couch at her.

“By the way I’m going there right after work tomorrow and spending the night.” You tell her and she nods.

“Good to know, I can invite my boyfriend over again.” She says with a smile and you sit back on the couch.

“Hey hon.” Chessy says as she lets you in the house. “How was work?” She asks and gives you a kiss.

“Same as always, my coworkers were teasing me again. Because they’ve now met you and keep bombarding me with questions.” You tell her and she giggles. “Theo says you’re a stunner by the way.” 

“Well you can tell him I say thank you.” She says and leads you to the kitchen. “Here’s some soup as the weather is getting colder.” She says and hands you a bowl.

“Thanks, and it’s almost November so I’m not surprised that it's colder.” You tell her and she just leans on the counter and continues the conversation with you as you eat. “Where’s everyone else?” You ask her since you haven’t seen anyone come downstairs at all.

“Hallie and Annie needed help with a project so they’re all upstairs.” She tells you and you nod.

“You’re not helping them?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“I was but they pushed me out of the room as they knew you were coming over.” She tells you and you laugh. “So we got the downstairs to ourselves.” She tells you and you nod. “You’re quiet, normally you like when it’s just the two of us.” She says to you and you nod.

“I do, just something on my mind.” You say as you finish the soup.

“Wanna talk about it?” She asks and you nod.

“I’m ok.” You tell her and fake a smile. She nods before taking your bowl, putting it in the sink for later and then you both go to the couch.

You both begin snuggling until Chessy leans in and starts kissing you. You expected her to pull away like she usually did, but as of lately she hasn’t been pulling away and that’s starting to worry you. She keeps kissing you and then you moan out and you immediately pull away.

“What’s wrong?” She asks and you look at her.

“Nothing.” 

“Are you sure? It just seems as somethings been bothering you lately and I’ve been trying to wait until you come to me about it but you haven’t.” She tells you and you look down. “You can talk to me about anything.” She says as she lifts your chin up to look at her.

“I know, but I’m scared about talking to you about it.” 

“Why?”

“Because it involves you.” You tell her and she looks at you confused. “We’re both aware of the age difference between us, and I’m trying to act like it doesn’t bother me but it shows all the time.”

“What shows?” She asks.

“The age difference. I have no idea where my life is headed and you have everything figured out.” You admit to her and she gives you a sympathetic look. “I’m a 23 year old barista who gets minimum wage and lives in a crappy apartment and needs a roommate because I can’t afford it by myself.” You tell her. “You’re so together and you live comfortably and never have to worry about money or about where your life is headed as you have it figured out.” You add and she gets you to look at her.

“My life wasn’t always this way, I was hired by Nick and Elizabeth when I was your age to be the live-in nanny when Elizabeth was 7 months pregnant.” She tells you.

“But don’t you want someone who has their life together already?” You ask her and she shakes her head. “I want someone who loves me for who I am.” She tells you. “And you’ll figure out your life, you’re still figuring everything out and I understand that.” 

“I just feel like I’m not good enough for you.” You tell her and she caresses your cheek. 

“You are good enough for me, I love you and I’m willing to stick by you while you figure out what you wanna do.” She says and a tear falls down your cheek. “You’re beautiful, smart and you got a mouth that’s great with comebacks.” She says and then she kisses you. “It’s also great with kisses.” She adds once she pulls back. You lunge forward and kiss her with force and it causes her to fall backwards onto the couch and she takes you with her. “Oomph.” You continue kissing her and she puts her hands in your hair and keeps you close to her.

“Get a room.” You hear and you both look behind you to see Elizabeth and Nick there with a smile on their faces. “Actually Chessy, you have a room upstairs.” Nick says and you look at Chessy before getting off of her. 

“Sorry.” You tell him and then Chessy grabs your hand and quickly brings you to her room. She closes her door and then you immediately kiss her once she turns around.

“Wait wait wait.” Chessy says breathlessly. “If it keeps going then I won’t want to stop.” She tells you and you smile.

“I don’t want you to stop.” You tell her and you see her eyes darken before she goes back to kissing you, then lifts you up and brings you to the bed, all without breaking the kiss.

Chessy wastes no time in taking all your clothes off and kissing and licking all over your body. She makes sure to leave hickeys all over your neck and chest and you know you’ll worry later about how to hide them when you work.

She trails down to your nipples and gives each of them a good amount of attention that you start trying to grind on her and beg, which is probably what she wanted.

“Chessy, please, I need you.” You tell her and she smirks before she places herself between your legs. She wraps her arms around your thighs and brings you closer to her. She then dives in and starts sucking on your clit and the moans and gasps are failing out of your mouth. You grab onto her hair with one hand and the sheets with the other as you feel your orgasm slowly building. Chessy inserts one finger inside of you and you have to bite down on your lip so you don’t scream and let the whole house know what you both are doing. You feel your orgasm is right there and your whole body tenses before you cover your mouth with your hand and feel your orgasm wash all over you. Chessy licks up all your juices before she pulls back then climbs on you until you’re face to face. She kisses you and you taste yourself on her and you moan into the kiss. You then put your hands on her body to feel her and realise she’s still wearing all her clothes and you pull back. “What the hell? Take off your fucking clothes.” You tell her and she laughs before she takes off her sweater, which is followed by her shirt then bra. As you stare at her chest, she takes off her khakis and underwear.

“This more to your liking, hon?” She asks and you nod with a smile. She lays down beside you and wraps an arm around you to cuddle but you want to return the favour. You move closer to her and then you easily find her clit and begin rubbing it. “Y/n.” She moans out and you smile.

“Does that feel good?” You ask her and she quickly nods. 

“Don’t stop…keep going.” She pants and you go faster, causing her to bring your face close to hers so she can kiss you to avoid making any loud noises. “Oh god.” She whines out and you can tell she won’t last long with the way her legs are shaking and that she’s gripping your hair while pulling you in for a kiss. You then feel her body tense up before she gasps into the kiss and then her entire body relaxes. You pull away from her clit and then use the hand to cup her cheek while still kissing her.

“Thank you.” You tell her once you both pull back and she looks at you.

“For the sex?”

“No, well for that as well, but thank you for telling me I’m good enough for you.” You say and she tucks a few strands that are sticking to your face behind your ear.

“I wish you would have told me what was bothering you sooner, hon. I was getting really worried.” She tells you and you look down. “But I’m glad you told me in the end, better late than never.” She adds with a smile. “Wait, is the reason we waited to have sex was because you thought you weren’t good enough for me?” You nod to her question then look down and she cups your cheek. “I’m not mad about having to wait for you, I’m not mad at all.”

“I’ve been wanting to have sex with you for over a month but my fears and doubts kept getting in the way.”

“Hon, promise me that next time something is bothering you, please tell me.” She tells you and you nod.

“I promise.” You tell her and she smiles.

*2 days later*

“You know if you weren’t such a vampire then I wouldn’t have had to wear this awful turtleneck to work.” You tell her as she drives you back to the ranch.

“I didn’t hear any complaints when I was biting your neck.”

“I didn’t have to spend 8 hours in a turtleneck for the past 2 days.” You counter and she smiles.

“Quit complaining, next time you stay overnight just bring your makeup and I’ll cover up any hickeys myself for you.” She tells you as you reach the ranch. “Will I see you friday?” She asks after you gather everything from her room and you nod.

“Yep, can you survive without me for 2 days?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“I guess we’ll see, and no pleasuring yourself for the next 2 nights.” She says and you gasp.

“What?”

“I want you nice and needy when you come over.” She tells you and you groan.

“Fine.” You say and she smiles then gives you a kiss.”

“Good girl.” 

“Now that’s cheating.” You tell her and she smirks.

“I never said teasing was not allowed.”

“I’ll see you on Friday, I’ll come right over after my shift.” You tell her and she nods before giving you another kiss and then you get in your car. “I love you.”

“I love you too, hon. Remember to call me to let me know you got home safe.” She says and you nod.

“I will.” You say and then close your door and start your car. You walk in through the door of your apartment building and Evelyn is there and she looks up at you.

“And where exactly have you been for 2 days?” She asks and then sees your turtleneck. “Oh, I see.” She says with a smirk and you roll your eyes. “Did you talk to her as well?” She asks as you walk to the phone.

“Yep.” You tell her and then dial Chessy’s number.

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MAYA:

13.0.12.10.14

jun[1] IX|B'ALAM[jaguar] - kalajun[12] ZIP

galactic tone: unity

sun sign: jaguar/white/north

commune and give thanks to Mother Nature

NAHUA:

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Xiuhtecuhtli | Tlazolteotl

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"Wild Flowers", Miriam Aslamazian, 1964.

"Reeds in the Snow with a Wild Duck", Hiroshige, 18th-19th C.

IX

A Good Day to:

Protect animals, both domestic and wild.

These are some songs and performers that mention WILD:

Duran Duran: The Wild Boys

Matthew Wilder: Break My Stride

Kool Moe Dee: Wild, Wild West

The Escape Club: Wild Wild West

Adele: Wild Wild West

Tom Petty: Wildflowers

Billie Eilish: WILDFLOWER

Beach House: Wildflower

Hozier and Alison Russell: Wildflower and Barley

Emmylou Harris, Linda Ronstadt & Dolly Parton: Wildflowers

Heart: Wild Child

Miley Cyrus: Wildcard

Kim Wilde: You Keep Me Hanging On

Foo Fighters: Drive Me Wild

Cat Stevens: Wild World

Bon Jovi: Wild in the Streets

Taylor Swift: Wildest Dreams

Moody Blues: In Your Wildest Dreams

Aerosmith: Deuces are Wild

Motley Crue: Wild Side

Lady Gaga: Diamond Heart

The Chicks: Hole in My Head

Tone Loc: Wild Thing

The Troggs: Wild Thing

Van Morrison: Wild Night

R.E.M.: Near Wild Heaven

Green Day: Wild One

Kacey Musgraves: Love is a Wild Thing

U2: Wild Honey

Electric Light Orchestra: Wild West Hero

Johnny Cash: Rosanna's Going Wild

Skid Row: Youth Gone Wild

Marvin Gaye: Walk on the Wild Side

Lou Reed: Walk on the Wild Side

Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds and Kylie Minogue: Where the Wild Roses Grow

Stevie Wonder: Every Time I See You I Go Wild

Quiet Riot: Cum On Feel the Noize

AC/DC: Wild Reputation

The Rolling Stones: Wild Horses & I Go Wild

Bruce Springsteen: Chasin' Wild Horses

Roy Orbison: Wild Hearts Run Out of Time

The Doors: Wild Child

Iggy Pop: Real Wild Child (Wild One)

Jerry Lee Lewis: Wild One

Link Wray: The Wild One

Nat King Cole: Wild is Love

Queen: Ride the Wild Wind

Weyes Blood: Wild Time

Lana Del Rey: Wild at Heart & Nectar of the Gods& Wildflower Wildfire

Waylon Jennings: Time to Burn Again

Madonna: La Isla Bonita & Girl Gone Wild

David Bowie: Wild is the Wind

Jimi Hendrix: Wild Thing

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: May 1, 1990

Lyrics:

… It's me again yes, how did you guess

'Cause last time you were really impressed

And I'm bolder c-c-cold, getting colder

And at the very same time I heat up at a party

And sold her but not with solar power

For far too long made mistakes and allowed

A fat and ugly thing get in my way

Now I'm suitable and I'm say

I'm no in-between top of the rank

Like Pearl and Dean and if you can't take the heat

Get out of the kitchen

Ain't got no time for your boo boo Betty

… Betty Boo

Betty Boo just doin' the do

And you are through

And there's nothing you can do

… Betty Boo

Betty Boo just doin' the do

And you are through

And there's nothing you can do

… Hoodlum

That what you you called me rebellious

You can't ignore me but nevermind 'cause I know that I'm sweeter

Your time is up so put more money in your meter

You say I bully though I know I'm no goody goody

But what I do know is that I'm fully in control

… You're on a roll fat as a roly poly

And on the whole you think that I'm a threat

… 'Cause I'm the best that you could ever get

I never made the teacher's pet and ease yourself

I know you despise me you criticize

And override me but I'm better and a whole lot cleverer

… A go getter, you know a trend setter

I'm all the rage and all the craze

Come on, change the record gotta turn the page

… Betty Boo

Betty Boo just doin' the do

And you are through

And there's nothing you can do

… Betty Boo

Betty Boo just doin' the do

And you are through

And there's nothing you can do

… I'm sorry if I upset ya to get the better of me

I wouldn't let ya any time of the day

I could get ya you come running to me

Yes, I bet ya ain't going out like a sucka

There's no need to huff and puffa

'Cause, baby, I am tougher

Than you think so you just gotta suffer

… Betty Boo

Betty Boo just doin' the do

And you are through

And there's nothing you can do

… Betty Boo

Betty Boo just doin' the do

And you are through

And there's nothing you can do

… You might play bold but Betty Boo is bolder

Cold getting dumb cold getting colder

Spend half the time looking over your shoulder

There ain't another MC who could be the queen

… You have never been considered as anyone hype

So tonight I'm gonna take time out

To wipe that smile off your face you're a side effect

Like an aftertaste so, face the facts I do the job well

And, hell, why not I got a lot, so tell me

What you're saying I'm not playing

Somebody's gotta go and I'm staying

Jack, get back, exact you got me right

Get up, get with it or get out of my sight

Because I'm hot and sizzly put you in the mood

Someone like you puts me off my food

… Betty Boo

Betty Boo just doin' the do

And you are through

And there's nothing you can do

… Betty Boo

Betty Boo just doin' the do

And you are through

And there's nothing you can do

Songwriter:

… Betty Boo

Betty Boo just doin' the do

And you are through

And there's nothing you can do

Alison Clarkson / Ben Yardley / Kenny Young

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

Betty Boo

[socaprince]

SOCA THERAPY - AUGUST 11, 2024

Soca Therapy Playlist

Sunday August 11th 2024

Making You Wine From 6-9pm on Flow 98.7fm Toronto

Engine Room (Dr. Jay Plate) - Olatunji

Calypso (Jus Now Road Mix) - GBM Nutron

Gyal Season - GBM Nutron & Jaigá

Doh Rough Meh - Patrice Roberts

Wining Champion - Preedy

Drop It Down - Machel Montano

S.O.C.A. (Soul Of Calypso) - Isaac Blackman

Endless Vibration (Muv Short Edit) - Marge Blackman x Nailah Blackman

Good Medicine - Jaiga

Search Party - Preedy

Life After Fete - Kerwin Du Bois

Everytime - Nadia Batson

Rum & Soca - Destra

Cool It Down - Destra

Sprung - Jimmy October x Mical Teja

Wassy - Full Blown

Banga - Kes

When Last (Remix) - GBM Nutron x Jus Jay x Grateful Co

Night & Day - Th3rd x JMTB

Brain Freeze - Leadpipe x Jus-Jay

Brain Freeze (Scratch Master Mashup) - Leadpipe x Jus-Jay

By De Bar - Godfathers Asylum

We Still Here - Treason

Get Ready To Wine - Alison Hinds x Elephant Man x Peter Ram

Cock Back And Roll - Machel Montano

Wine Down - Traffik feat Shurwayne Winchester

Long Time - Edwin Yearwood

Have A Little Wine - Lil Rick

Wine And Bend Over - Ghetto Flex x Denise Belfon

Aye Aye Aye - Square One

Electricity - Square One

Ride It - Technic Band

Ouch - Prince Unique

Tombstone - Mandella Linkz

Welcome To Spice Mas - V'ghn

Sweet Home - Boyzie

TOP 7 COUNTDOWN - Powered By The Soca Source

Top Soca Streamed on Apple Music (All Genres) in Grenada Compiled on August 11th

7. Addicted - Jab King x Travis World

6. The Moment - Muddy

5. 473 - Soca ET

4. Controversy - Muddy

3. Road Revenge - Khalifah

2. The Tape - Dash

1. Ivy - Terra D Governor

Black Power - Terra D Governor

Diagnosis - Runi Jay

Conch Shell (DJ Dylan, Madness M.U.V & Kubiyashi Carnival Mix) - Skinny Fabulous x Machel Montano x Iwer George

Winin' Freestyle - Hypa 4000

Bam Bam (Road Mix) - Lil Rick

Pampalam - Faith Callender

Starta Pack - Tionne Hernandez

Cooking Good - Problem Child

Safe Space - Rae x Fryktion

Anxiety - Patrice Roberts

Higher Than High - Machel Montano HD

Fly - Destra

Steel Band Power - Burning Flames

Carnival - Dawg E. Slaughter

Big Bottom Gal - Imij & Company feat Russell Cadogan

Mona Lisa (Almost Live Road Mix) - Chinese Laundry

PAN MOMENTS

Curry Tabanca - Neal and Massy Trinidad All Stars

TANTY TUNE

(1985) Pan In Danger - Merchant

Roti & Dhalpouri - Sugar Aloes

Golo - Second Imij

Dis Is How - Crazy

Put Your Hand On Your Head (And Wine) - Sound Rev feat Derrick Seales

Work - Denise Belfon

Music All Night - Caribbean Traffik Jam feat Steve Sealy

Debra - The Mighty Gabby

Surrender - Atlantik feat Tony Prescott

Oh Suzanna - Atlantik feat Peter C. Lewis

Madness - Inspector

Wine and Bend Over - Shal Marshall

Come Beta - Destra x Shurwayne

Omalay - Super Blue x Ravi B x Maha Productions x Chinese Laundry

Do Like That - Lyrikal

Up & Up - Skinny Fabulous

Fatt - Nadia Batson

Bam Bam Season - Nailah Blackman

NORTHERN PRESCRIPTION

Sweet Soca - Elvin Belfon

Soca People - Russ x Shal Marshall

Soca Global - Erphaan Alves

Follow Dr. Jay @socaprince​ and @socatherapy

“Like” Dr. Jay on http://facebook.com/DrJayOnline

[bewitchingbooktours]

Walk-Ins Welcome by Sue C Dugan

Walk-Ins Welcome

Sue C Dugan

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Date of Publication: May 24, 2023

ISBN:978-1-5092-4908-4

Number of pages:336

Word Count: 73,299

Cover Artist: Kim Mendoza

 Tagline: True love repeats itself in unexpected ways

 Book Description: 

Adult education teacher, Alison Larkin has a second chance at love after her husband is killed in a car accident. Her new love interest comes in the form of a 20-year old student called HB, whose reputation as a bad boy and poor student has everyone questioning her attraction to him. Alison finds him to be nothing like his reputation as a drug-dealer and trouble maker. 

Although HB has few high school credits to his name, he is flying through the coursework in adult education. Alison learns she and HB share a memory of a dramatic rescue at a local amusement park. 

HB has a secret he has yet to discover, but when he does, he must convince Alison to give him another chance at love.

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Excerpt

She put the flowers on the coffee table and moved her hand toward the sofa. He sat, and she did too. “Didn’t you have something you want to talk to me about?” Momentarily, he couldn’t remember what it was.

“Did you forget?” She gave him an encouraging smile. “So much has happened. It seems like ages ago.”

Then it came rushing back to him—Dr. Sims—the things he remembered and the yearbook pictures. He sat with his hands clasped and his head down, thinking. Was now the time to tell her? He jerked his head up. “I’m not sure this is a good time to tell you what I know.”

She frowned. “That sounds serious.”

“It is and a bit weird too.”

She leaned forward and clasped her hands together. “Why don’t you tell me, and I’ll decide how serious it is.”

HB shifted on the couch, trying to find a comfortable position. Finding none, he straightened and looked at her. “You know I felt like a different person when I came out of my coma?”

Alison nodded but remained quiet.

“And I wrote about the rescue at Cedar Springs?”

She remained stock still.

“I started adding one plus one, and I came up with something bizarre out there.”

Clearing her throat, Alison finally said, “You’re scaring me.”

He noisily let out his breath. “I’ve been seeing a counselor, and he told me about one of his patients, Ashton.” HB paused and rearranged his thoughts. “I talked to Ashton, who told me he had tried to kill himself but failed.”

“Oh, no!” Alison cried. “Please don’t tell me you want to kill yourself!” She leaned forward and tried to grasp his hand.

“No, I want to live again!” He let her touch his fingers before pulling back. Although contemplating suicide might be easier than telling Alison he was her dead husband—Robert.

“Anyway,” HB swallowed, “Ashton told me about soul walk-ins.”

“What did you say?” Alison asked, alarm creasing her brow. “Wait!” She jumped up and hurried down the hallway while he waited. He moved his forefinger over his thumb, wondering what would make her leave like that.

She returned with a small book, sat, and clutched it to her chest as if protecting it. Then, slowly, she eased the book onto her lap and opened it.

He murmured the title. “Communicating with the Dead… So you believe in that?”

“I don’t know what I believe. But this book mentions walk-in souls and—”

“I think I have Robert’s soul in my body,” he exclaimed before he could change his mind.

HB didn’t mean to interrupt her, but it just happened. He couldn’t help it. He watched as

Alison’s eyes rolled back, and she slumped over.

“Alison?” He patted her hand and then her cheeks until her eyes fluttered open.             “How…” She looked confused. “Why? What?” She fell back on the couch. “I don’t believe it,” she said with a shake of her head, and her features turned stony. “I think you should leave.”             “What?” HB cried. “No! No. I’m sorry!” Tears immediately filled his eyes. “I knew it was a bad time.”             “What a cruel and mean joke to play on me after what I’ve gone through!” Her eyes flashed with anger, something he couldn’t pinpoint.             “I’ll let myself out.” He jumped up. He’d blown it with Alison, and she didn’t want to believe him. And he might not have a chance to convince her.

About the Author 

Sue writes five-star LitPick novels that keep readers of all ages turning pages long into the night. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, attending author events, or walking her dogs. She’s has two children and five grandchildren. Snack wise, Sue is a salty-type gal, but wouldn’t say no to an occasional chocolate kiss or two! She isn’t sure she’s a reincarnated novelist, but if she was, she’d want to be Jane Austen, Mary Shelley, or Emily Brontë. When her novels are run through author comparison sites, she gets Anne Rice through Mark Twain—quite a wide spread which makes for interesting reading (Tom Sawyer was a Vampire?). 

 Twitter: https://twitter.com/dugan_sue/  

Website: https://www.duganthewriteway.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/suecdugan 

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[macaroni-rascal]

I have so many thoughts but so little time, goddammit! Both dance events were fascinating. The junior event showcasing infinitely better skating skills than the senior one is such a bad look. My heart broke for Yahli, but at least she had Tanith there to console her, she's the perfect person for this because she's literally lived through it. Although I do feel bad every time Tanith curls her hair just so her teams would disappoint her. Overall I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked the juniors, they were all so different and so good. Probably the best JGPF I've ever seen, especially the girlies!

Marjo and Zak are likely rooming with Lia and Trennt respectively because they looked like they rubbed off on each other. Zak looked like he knew they wouldn't have a good skate going in, so I wonder what's been going on. Marjo's hair piece is doing all the heavy lifting discipline-wide. The tech panel tried to do its job but the GOEs were a trip, as always. It's fascinating which judges fucked over their own teams. Charlene went out there with a vengeance and skated lights out, her ponytail floating in the wind like a plume of fire. They should've been in first. Barbara's stopwatch should be put up in the Olympic Museum when she retires. I love Mark so much, his ability to sneakily say things is unparalleled. When he said C/B have never won the GPF, all of us old-timers knew exactly what he was saying - they'll be handed the win. Luckily for them, G/P aren't helping themselves with this atrocious RD. Any team that's lying down on the ice better not talk to me. And Nik really isn't doing anything to get off my shitlist, huh? I was wondering when F/G's reckoning would come and I'm pleasantly surprised it was this quick, they needed a reality check.

The pairs event also made me stabby. The Germans had no business outscoring the Italians. Minnie better shield this boy lest Aljona try to poach him. What annoys me the most is that Deanna and Max repeat this trajectory every year - they start out strong, nail it at an early Challenger or GP, and then can't do a clean competition for the life of them, the choreo gets watered down, and by the time Worlds rolls around, they're completely out of gas and the judges have lost their faith in them. The axel has never been Trennt's jump, but I'm fascinated by how he's landing his former nemesis the 3S with such ease now but not the 2A. And it was only a matter of time before he started putting down lifts because Alison doesn't teach the girls how to hold themselves up in them. They need a harder throw and a Lori Nichol/Sandra Bezic/David Wilson program if they want to be competitive next year and of course they should keep spending time in London, it's doing wonders for them, and maybe they can learn a thing or two about lifts from the coaches there as well. Their free was the most beautiful of the bunch here. I see what Asher was trying to do with the SP but it doesn't really suit them, I much preferred the initial version they did at the sectionals. The Hungarians' free could also be so tender and special if it was being done by a team with any connection whatsoever. I want justice for Sara and Niccolo at Europeans and Worlds, but they also need to change programs once in a while. Is H/V's coach really powerful or something? What is going on here? What is this shit?

The women's event could've been an email. I'm still shooting daggers at Isabeau's coaching team. The way she can't recover from a mistake is deeply concerning. Amber is being served the national title on a platter this year and she better eat. Rion's skating usually doesn't do anything for me but I kinda enjoyed her here. I still actively dislike Hanna and Loena's SPs. Nina's dress is fabulous but she's the second coming of Alina on those crossovers when I'd rather forget even the first coming. Angel Kaori still doing angel shit, good for her, as an OG stan I'm fucking thriving. All I need is Wakaba back at full brilliance and I'll ascend. I'm so ready for this senior free dance event, I can't even tell you. Hope you feel better soon!

I didn't end up watching any of the junior gpf, but you're making me wanna go back and watch junior ice dance, I may do that!

Ice dance at the GPF could have been an email, I know you said that about women -- and that's fair -- but I really think this ice dance event bored the hell out of me. Same with the free dance I just watched. I skipped half the teams cause I just didn't really care to watch. I am happy F/G got a reality check, and I wish the Italians won, but what are ya gonna do? Go stalk and kidnap judges' families until they do what you want? Maybe?!

Pairs is a wild time, I think H/V have been very consistent this season, despite all their issues off ice, and the judges are into it. I enjoy them as a team, I wish they had better programs, and looked at each other more, but I think they've got a cool future ahead of them. I'm so sad for Deanna and Max, had she done a double axel the title would have been theirs. It is fun the top three teams were within two points of each other, that's a good time for me. The Italians (both teams) put me to sleep, so I don't really remember their skates.

I agree with all your opinions on the women's sp event, amen amen amen.

[ifcasims]

hair dump #251 - Simpliciaty

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[inkyfishesii]

Just re-watched S1E1 of Ghosts and was reminded that the first person we see the Captain ogling is actually Mike.

Imagine Julian keyboarding Mike T-H-E- -C-A-P-T-A-I-N- -H-A-S- -T-H-E- -H-O-T-S- -F-O-R- -Y-O-U and instead of Mike getting panicked that he's being spied on by this unknown man, he goes full peacock. Swaggering up and down the hallways. Wearing his tightest, thinnest t-shirts. Posing strategically in a way that makes him feel sexy. All just in case the Captain might be in eyeshot.

Imagine Alison pleading with him to cut it out (because none of what he is doing is at all sexy; he's posing like he's in an Argos catalogue), he just rolls his eyes and goes "I can't help I'm so fit that I'm literally giving the dead the horn, Alison".

[viola-halogen]

Humphrey for character ask

Humphrey! Everyone’s favourite under appreciated Tudor ghost.

Headcanon A: realistic

He did make an effort to learn French when he married Sophie. That effort involved buying the 16th century equivalent of a handbook of useful French phrases, skimming the first few pages and then remembering that he hates languages and never picking it up again.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

One day a history student comes to the house to do research for their dissertation on the Bone Plot. Cue all the other ghosts frantically looking for Humphrey’s head so he can talk to them through Alison, only they can’t find him anywhere. They try to improvise with the others recounting to Alison what Humphrey told them in episode 3x01 but they all seem to remember the story differently and she keeps contradicting herself. In the end the student politely thanks Alison for her help but says that they’ll probably finish their research online. Only once they’ve left is it discovered that Humphrey had rolled under one of the sofas and was listening the whole time, but didn’t say anything because he just didn’t feel like talking about his death.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

He was an only child, and both his parents died when he was four years old. This left him the sole inheritor to the Bone estate, and is part of the reason he was pushed into getting married so young. He was raised by his aunt and uncle, but they didn’t really care about him beyond using him for his inheritance, so for most of his life and all of his marriage to Sophie he had virtually no one to turn to for support or advice.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own

He’s a really good storyteller. Since he has so much time on his own with nothing to do he just makes up stories in his head and over the hundreds of years he’s been dead he’s got really good at it. If he had hands, and a laptop or some paper and a pen, he could probably be a bestselling author.

Thanks for the ask :)

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Johnson x M! reader Pt 4

Warning: IDK

Summary: Matty slowly accepts you while Ethan confirms your the identified Greaser to a certain woman. Johnson still keeps you near him while you question your next move. Antony goes back crawling to Joel and memories replay. Ghouls catchword and want in while your Father is still on the hunt for you. You can't always hope for the best when there is none.

"Who the fuck is a Greaser anyway," Rita says as a much longer-haired Joel chuckles. "They grease everything even themselves" a much more opened Johnson chirps from the back. "What do ya know about them Johnson," Joel asks while a cigarette hangs from his lips. "They're prudish jokers and they'll fold" Johnson replies confidently "Cheers to that" Rita clings her alcoholic beverage with his.

"C'mon Y/N you need a hair cut" I huff as my shaggy H/C lock falls meeting my jaw. I carry a crate of American liquor to the back while my brothers continue to play pool. I walk out from the back with a frown "I didn't ask you, Luca. Plus is Sylvie the second or tenth girl you claim to be your true love". Josto laughs along with Alberto.

"Rude Y/N Rude" I shrug as I pull on my first ever Greaser jacket "Tell me how does it feel to be a fellow Greaser". I smile a little while Josto slings an arm around my shoulders. "You became a Greaser when you were 14 while the Twins had to wait when they were 14 too. But now I'm 15 moving on 16" Josto could only smile. "Dad expects more from Alison but she headed off to university but now you are our brains and brawns" I just roll my eyes.

"But why did I have to wait for so long" Luca and Alberto just sighs "Because you're the youngest. You had gone through it a lot earlier than us". I just sigh "You guys were told to say that" Josto pats my head "Well it doesn't matter anymore. You're a Greaser now so rejoice. "I wanted Alison to be here. To celebrate but now she had gone off to university" Josto frowns.

"She sent gifts and apologies in such tough times. Exams are eating at her so don't think she had forgotten you" I smile. "Okay, at least I've nice combat boots that I need to grow into". Josto smiles "That's my brother" I laugh when he picks me up "I'm not a kid anymore, put me down!.".

Laughter fades when in walked the three river phoenixes "You guys must be the Greasers" a breaded man announces. He came waltzing into the second Roll and dice establishment. "I'm quite happy to see such young men but a boy" the mysterious man hums.

I'm seat down when the man approaches Josto "You aren't welcomed here". "Oh, I know but if you don't surrender your territory and pay 60% taxes to the Banished Brawlers you'll risk a war.". He pulls out a cigarette when he pats himself down "Do you have a lighter?" the man dears ask Josto.

A tall slim man whistles to catch his fellow phoenix's attention and tosses him a lighter. "You know I love to see such brothers willing to defend such false honor" the stranger puffs smoke into Josto face.

The twins move forward while I move three steps back but a woman comes up behind me. "Hello," she greets me and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear "Your a handsome one" she compliments. "Old man Johnson check this one out" the much taller man walks over to us. I kept calm "don't touch me" I move her hand away from me while she hums.

"Don't lay a finger on my brother" Josto snaps his head to me while I'm eyed down by the two adults. "Just surrender and you're brother will walk away unscathed" I glare up at the woman.

I smirk "I never liked women especially women like you" I barked.

The twins pull out switchblades while Josto lands a blow to the head of the phoenixes. I stab the said lady with a fork I took from a nearby table, Luca and Alberto take on the towering man.

I watch as Josto throws out the breaded man while I drag the very lady but I dump her halfway to the door. "I'll let you leave with what's ever left of your dignity" she looks up at me. She saw warmth and romance within my eyes but she knew it'll fade away. She stands and leaves clinching her bloody side "C'mon Y/N help us drag this guy out". Luca holds onto his bleeding nose while I nod.

The man struggles with me and Alberto, he manages to wiggle free and slugs Alberto in the face. Now Alberto has a broken nose, I hoist the man up by the scruff of his shirt. To meet my eyes.

A sharp blade greets his throat "I'd hate to walk away with a broken nose. So if I was you I'll take my leave" he stares me in the eye. Ain't like he could see them with loose locks fallen in front of my eyes.

He leaves groaning and unsuccessful while I hoist my two chaotic brothers. "You two are insane," I say as Luca smiles at me "Thank you little brother" I just roll my eyes. "The fuck was that all about," Luca says as I attend to his newfound stab wound. "Warn Pops, The Banished Brawlers has landed" Josto demands.

I woke to Johnson poking my face, I sit up while stretching to see Johnson "I'm gonna get somethings from the corner store. Do you want anything?". I rub my eyes "If they have slushies, I'll love Lime please" I ask while he nods.

I watch him walk away, I have slept in the back trailer for the first night in and I had to admit it's not so bad. I yawn and notice Ethan attending to a phone call, I frown a little. 'He has attached himself to his cell, what is he hiding?' I thought as I hear a groan.

"You know starings rude," I notice Matty "I didn't mean to come off rude" the blonde hums. Matty's acting as if nothing had happened yesterday "I'm just curious. Who has he been talking to?. Who's the person wrapped around his finger or the other way around?". Matty just stares at me and that's when I realized "I'm not a stalker".

"I know, you're just either curious or nosy" I frown "I never step over people's boundaries". Matty chuckles while he lights his cigarette "I never said you of all people would do such a thing. But you aren't all that innocent either". I stare at him "What do you mean?" Matty grins "I may not be the greatest when it comes to education-wise. But I know that look from anywhere, Old man Johnson acts differently around you".

"He wants to impress you so he does what he can. He feels the need to be held accountable for you so he drags you everywhere. He brought you that pocket watch and you showed gratitude.". Matty finishes off with a puff of smoke "Wow, you really pay attention to small details and you notice the smallest things". Matty just nods while I smile "I wish I'd had a close eye for detail but I'm too oblivious so I never bothered".

Matty looks at me with a 'huh' and sees a smile on my face "You have a close eye for detail. You could be a detective you wanted to". Matty pulls his cigarette away from his lips "You're really odd". Matty notes "I know, that's one of the great things about me. If everyone was normal then this world would be dull and boring".

Matty grins a little while he tosses me a lighter "You haven't had a rosemary for quite some time. You'll need a lighter". I nod "uh...Matty I need to go to the Bathroom" The blonde huffs.

I head back to the car after my business when I notice Johnson waiting for me "You waited for me?". He nods while he gestures to Matty who's speaking to Ethan. "Here, they ran out of Lime so I brought you Lemon instead" I'm met with a yellow beverage. I smile "Thank you, Johnson. You are sweet" Johnson lifts his hands up a little "just doing what I'm told".

I look up at him "Well then, if I asked you for a hug would you embrace me?" I ask. Johnson rolls his eyes "it depends, what are you expecting?" I shrugged while I slurp my slushy from my strapped straw. I stare at Ethan and Matty "They're quite the blokes" I say as Johnson hums.

"I wonder if Ethan would hug me if I ask," I say as Johnson looks down at me as I stare at Ethan. "He'll question you" Johnson chirps as I frown "I guess so," I say disappointingly.

We are on the road again "I'm starving" Matty says as he drives "There's a nearby diner not far from here" Ethan adds. "Yes, food. Do you think they'll have breakfast sandwiches?" I piped up "Most likely" Ethan answered as I smile.

There I sat beside Johnson eating my breakfast sandwich and aside of fries. "So what else happens within the Greasers?" Ethan asks. I swallow my food as I think a little. "We smuggle cars, drugs, booze, and export goods throughout America other than that it's the same old same old" I reply. That's only half of the things we do besides running Roll and dice.

"We are also well known for fighting pits located throughout America" Ethan frowns. "Then why are you fighting for more when you have enough?" I shrug.

"For we humans don't always appreciate the things we have" I note while I continue eating. "Okay, here's your requested paper and pencil" the waitress comes back. I smile "Oh wow, Thanks Ma'am" she giggles and walks away.

I start writing "What are you writing?" Matty asks "I'm pretty sure Ghouls has gained word of me as a hostage or a captive, whatever you call it. So I'm plotting a plan, what I can do and what I can't do". He nods as the three eyes me "They have motorbikes and more men but on the move, they won't be able to attack. So a shoot-out might be needed. They're the more up-close type of guys so, of course, their aim isn't exactly that great". I wrote down more and more ideas for I don't feel like dying in the hands of Ghouls.

"Relax you've us," Matty says as I continue writing "The last guy who said that had been found washed up on the beach". Matty falls silent as he continues eating, I take a slurp of my slushy.

We exit out as Johnson stuffs my written out plans in his jacket pockets "Thank you again Johnson". Johnson raises his eyes brows while he takes me back to the car. I notice an odd-looking rock on the ground, I stop and pick it up and notice it's a small little rock.

Had 'moon' engraves in it "Look Johnson" I show him the said rock. He nods when I smile "open up your hand" Johnson offers me his hand. "Here have a rock that has moon engraved in it" he looks at the very rock and stares at the word moon. "Thank you" he thanks me as I smile "Your welcome, Johnnycakes". Johnson looks down at me for I had given him a childish nickname.

"Jukes, the kid had been identified over the radio, his father has grown desperate" Gary addresses his boss. The head of the Ghouls smiles as he stubs out his cigarettes "His out for grabs then. He'll be in our hands soon".

That was the last conversation the two men had before Gary and a few of Ghouls had set out for you.

"Do you know which Bang-a-Rang they are holding my son?" Don asks the two K's. They shook their heads "His nowhere near in any of the said Bang-a-Rangs, boss". Your father grows more and more worried every second you had been gone for only 48 hours.

"702 is out of question including 705" Koba adds while Don paces around his offices. "The Ghouls had gained word and now they might as well kill my son" Don continues to pace. "But I'm not gonna let that happen" Kev feels his phone vibrate "Uh boss". "What?" Kev holds out his phone to Don "I think you should read it".

"Hey, Old man me and Ginny are heading your way. Y/N hasn't answered any of my texts or my Phone calls. Is he okay?" Don feels his face drain of all colors. Alison and the two K's had been close ever since she was a mere infant so it's logical for both of them to have her phone number. "Oh, shit she had been gone for so long she hasn't heard about Y/N over the radio" Don a late 40's old man starts freaking out. "She'll have my head if she finds out Y/N had been kidnapped" Don hands over the phone and dashes out of the room.

"Man teenagers and young adults really scare the shit out of him," Koba says as Kev just shrugs. "Understandable, Luca had walked away with a head injury one time and he was completely fine except his head of course".

"Oi, why the hell did you call us here" Joel approaches a scared Anthony who stands outside of a Chinese restaurant. "Let's chat this over with a bowl of Ramen" Anthony offers while Joel rolls his eyes.

"So you're telling me that he had sent out Kev and Koba to find Y/N," Joel says as he watches Anthony slurp his Ramen. "Yes, his father growing desperate and more worried" Joel rubs his temple. "He has postponed the export of gray map" Joel nods. "He has forgotten about it for now. But I promise he'll have to continue" Joel groans. "I didn't ask if he had postponed anything. I had paid you and demanded you to give me information about his father, not the fucking map" Anthony shutters away.

"His worried if his daughter finds out" this catches Joel's attention. "The oldest" Anthony nods "She'll rain hellfire upon her father". Joel hums while Bru eats his dumplings "When does she arrive?".

Anthony falls silent for his mere lackey who knows too much "I don't know". Anthony sets down his chopsticks "You don't know" Anthony nods. Anthony has feared the breaded man when he woke to a whole world of pain two months ago. "All I know she arrives a week or month early for mid-semester break" Anthony replies.

Joel hums but keeps a dangerous glare stuck on Anthony "I don't know much, I eavesdrop but other than I can't always provide information once a week". Joel frowns "You had enough time and now you want more time" Joel takes one of Bru's dumplings. "I'll give you until this Friday if you prove you're useless then" Joel stops to eat his dumpling. "You'll suffer the same fate as your old friend Colins" Joels stands along with Bru how takes his meal to go.

Anthony let out a little whimper.

Colins had been chained to a pole, had been forced to see eat raw meat. He went through starvation for ten days. He had been dowsed in deer blood and had been left there until it became overwhelming. Colins died within a month and rumors say he's a rotting corpse attached to the said pole till this day.

"For fuck sakes Doris, yes he the Greaser" Ethan chimes in answering yet another phone call. "I don't know if he's a threat or not. But it doesn't mean he isn't stupid" Ethan looks over at a smiling Y/N.

"Johnson drags him everywhere. How I'm supposed to gain such trust" Ethan kicks a nearby rock. Matty finishes fueling the car "I can't expect him to like me. He's smarter than you think Doris". "Ethan we're heading out" Ethan looks at Matty and nods "Look we're on the road for eleven days. I'll try okay, we'll talk soon Doris" Ethan hangs up.

"Was that your girlfriend?" I ask with a little smirk as Ethan shook his head "No, it was a friend of mine". I frown "Welp, whatever" Johnson walks behind us. "Not gonna lie, a dreamboat like you should have a girlfriend by now" Ethan smiles a little. "No, I don't want to get sidetracked" I shrug as I grin "Which college did you attend". Ethan falls silent "I don't want to bore you" I sigh "Whatever princey".

"Princey?" I hum and nod "It suits you, prince, charming," I say along with finger guns. "Your oddly comfortable" I frown a little "What do you mean?". "You nowhere scared and you're not afraid to be yourself" I feel my ears become warm. "You don't find me annoying" Ethan stops walking and looks down at me along with Johnson.

"No one finds you annoying," Johnson says as I feel a smile grow "aw, I'm flattered. No one said such things, you see people had always told me how annoying I am". Johnson lays a hand on my shoulder "Not to us, you're more than that" Johnson says as Ethan nods.

I'm happy for they're the first "Annoying?" Matty joins in "They'll have to face Johnson here. If they want a fight then they are gone get one". Matty flexes his arms "Ethan along with Johnson would teach them a lesson".

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Get Me Through December | Gwilym Lee

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Warnings: Pure fluff, a little bit of teary eyed homesickness but Gwil swoops in and saves the day

Word Count: 3,276

Summary: As the holiday season draws ever closer, Gwilym can't help but notice the rather depressing change in mood in his normally bright eyed, happy-go-lucky immigrant fiancé. He’ll do whatever it takes in order to help her get through December. 

A/N: Sorry if you’re from the UK and reading this, you’ll just have to pretend your from someplace else for a bit. Inspired slightly by the song ‘Get Me Through December’ by Alison Krauss & Natalie MacMaster

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The holiday season, a time for joy, merriment, festivity, hot chocolate, and being with the ones you love. Almost nobody had a frown on their face this time of year, especially in the busy streets of London where the Christmas shoppers bustled about trying to get the best deals possible on the wonderful items they wanted to purchase for their loved ones. (Y/N) and Gwilym were no exceptions to this, and on this particular Saturday afternoon, found themselves wedged into the crowds on Oxford Street like a couple of sardines in a can, desperate to complete their shopping and get back to their flat and continue their lounging and watching of festive films with a steaming bowl of hot chocolate as they cuddled under a big fluffy blanket. Of course the sardines were luckier, they had all that oil to slither around in. On Oxford and Regent Street, everyone was such in a hurry to get to their next destination, they didn't care who they had to bump into or knock down to get there. “Alright.” Gwilym started, pulling (Y/N) off to the side out of the way of the busy shoppers, eager to secure their treasures and rush home. “I only have one more thing to get, but we’re going to have to part ways for a little bit, love.” 

“Ooo, does that mean it’s for me?” (Y/N) asked cheekily, batting her eyelashes at the tall Welshman before her. 

Gwilym rolled his eyes playfully. “It might be, but it might not be, especially if I catch you following me.” 

“Awe, you’re no fun Gwil.” She pouted softly, crossing her arms across her chest. Gwilym reached up, gently poking her cheek soliciting a giggle from the girl. “Alright, alright, I’ll be good.” 

“Good girl.” He praised with a chuckle, gently kissing the top of his fiancé’s head. “Meet at the Piccadilly station at quarter to five?” He asked looking at his watch to see it had just turned to four in the afternoon.

“Don’t keep me waiting.” She smiled softly, placing her arms around his neck, craning her neck to look up at him. 

Gwilym smiled softly, his dark eyes meeting her sparkling, smiling (e/c) orbs as he ran a hand through her soft (h/l) (h/c) locks. “With you to come back to, I could never.” He winked cheekily before gently pecking her on the lips. “See you in a bit, love.” He smiled before walking off in the direction of the store he was after. Wanting to be sure that she wasn’t following, Gwilym often checked behind him to make sure there was no sign of the (h/c) haired female before finally heading to a nearby jewellery store they had passed earlier in the day. (Y/N) had stopped in front of the window display to look at the ‘shiny objects’. One of the necklaces in particular had caught her eye and the Welshman was determined to make sure that she got it. Seeing the way her face lit up when she saw it, he imagined what she’d look like on Christmas Day as she opened the small parcel to find that she owned it. It warmed his heart, taking the bite out of the unusually bitterly cold London December air. 

Gwilym, as Joe and Ben so thoughtfully liked to point out to him on the daily, was absolutely whipped for (Y/N). In good reason too, she had been there for him since the start of his career. They had met in one of his favourite book stores shortly before his career began to flourish. He had been looking for some new reading material to keep him busy during his downtime while on set and had been on his way to the till when he saw a (h/c) woman struggling to reach a book off one of the higher shelves. Being the gentleman he was, he couldn’t just walk on by knowing there was a lady struggling whom he could’ve helped. “Please allow me.” He offered, the smile evident in his sultry, deep voice as he walked up behind her. 

“Oh, you don’t have to...” She tried to wave him off initially, a(n) (country you’re from) accent to her voice, before turning around to face him. For the pair, it had honestly been love at first sight. Gwilym standing there in a navy N-neck layered under a black quilted bomber wind cheater, black jeans and a pair of dark trainers, he looked very smart and put together. He clearly had a flair for fashion. Then his perfectly groomed scruff on his chin, she had initially thought that facial hair wasn’t really all that great a thing, but on him it worked divinely. The way his dark eyes sparkled and smiled at her like the stars above beneath the dark rims of his glasses, that sent her over the moon. Why was a man this absolutely gorgeous piece of man talking to her?

Truth be told, Gwilym was blown away by her beauty. She was absolutely stunning, so incredibly fit. Her (h/l) (h/c) locks exquisitely framed her bright, cheery face. Her (e/c) irises rivalled the sparkle of diamonds, and the smile on her perfectly flush, kissable lips reached up to them. She clearly was one of the those girls who wore her heart on her sleeve and it showed instantly to all around her. Her smile was actually infectious. Her sense of style was absolutely superb in the Welshman’s eyes. Done up in a jumper in a lovely shade of (your favourite colour) that sat just off her shoulders paired with a tan skirt, black tights, and brown knee high boots, she was an absolute dream on the outside. That’s why, for Gwilym at least, he wondered if what was on the inside was just as exquisite as what he saw on the surface, and he was absolutely determined to find out. “I don’t have to.” He smiled, eyes locking in on the book she had been reaching for, reaching it with great ease as he pulled it from the shelf. “But I can’t ignore a lady in distress.” He grinned at her before looking at the book. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky it read on the bright red cover. “You’re a reader of Dostoevsky? I must say that’s quite a rare bit of literature for someone to read now in days.” He chuckled handing her the book. 

“I just love the rawness of the way he writes. The way he’s not afraid to tackle real, and rather serious topics like suicide, poverty, human manipulation...its honestly so intriguing. Then of course there’s his use of literary realism and naturalism, especially throughout his earlier works. And on top of that...” She trailed off biting her hip as she giggled very slightly. “I’m rambling aren’t I? I’m sorry, I’m sure you don’t want to hear me rattle on and on about Dostoevsky.” 

Gwilym chuckled offering her a kind smile. “Oh don’t worry about it one bit. I’m just disappointed you didn’t mention any of his works demonstration the vision of the chaotic sociopolitical structure of contemporary Russia.” 

“Well uh...” She smiled softly, a hit of blush creeping on her cheeks as she looked down before looking back up at the tall Welshman from beneath her eyelashes. “Why don’t I buy you a cup of coffee and we can delve further into that then?” Of course Gwilym had said yes, and the rest was history. They spent a solid six hours together at the coffee shop discussing their favourite authors and films and talking about their lives. He had found out she had come to London from (your home county) to work in historical recreation work for the V&A. Just when he thought that she had rattled off her last bit of textbook information about something, she was raising more and more interesting points about their various topics that he himself had never thought of. From day one she was broadening his mind, getting him to see the realm of possibilities and the many different infrastructures rooted within society, challenging him to be a better, more well rounded man. And as challenging as it was sometimes to keep up with her vast book smart knowledge, especially when it came to literature as they both had their differing opinions and could debate for hours on a single topic, he loved every moment of it. Which is why when they realised they had been sat in the coffee shop for nearly six hours, he had asked for her phone number, and eventually a second date, followed by a third, then asking her to be exclusive, to eventually asking her to marry him in the course of a few years.

She was there for the good, the bad, and the just plain ugly. She saw him at his best, and his absolute worst. No matter what, no matter how many miles separated them, no matter how many times he unintentionally brought home some of the stresses of his parts and the lingering bits of his characters, she stuck by his side no matter what through thick and thin. It didn’t matter how bad of a day that he was having, as long as he saw her bright smile, everything was instantly made better.That’s why it confused Gwilym so much why his fiancé had a deep frown on her face when he approached her a while later at the Piccadilly Circus tube stop. Something had clearly soured her plucky mood since he left her almost an hour prior. It wasn’t an angry look in her eyes, rather than one of pure sadness and melancholy. In fact, she hadn’t even noticed him walk up next to her, despite having him ask her if she had gotten all her shopping done. He followed her gaze to see where she was looking to see a family, not too far away from where they stood saying goodbye to someone, if they were a relative or a family friend was beyond the actor, but there were certainly tears amongst the group. Gwilym turned back to look at his fiance, seeing her biting her lip as she watched the scene unfold before her. He could practically see the film reel running though her head that had been on a constant loop these last few weeks. The day she left (your home country) to move to London. 

Gwilym sighed softly to himself, it was that time of year again, and honestly he couldn’t blame her. He often missed his family in Wales while he was in London, but it was infinitely easier for him to go to another part of the UK for a visit than it was for her to fly back to hers. He knew she hadn’t been home for Christmas in nearly five years, and the last four they spent together were filled with her talking about all the traditions she and her family had, the things they’d eat, the films they’d watched and so on and so forth while the actor did anything and everything he could to make it seem like home was a little less further away than it actually was. But this year had been very different. No matter what he said, no matter what he did to try to get her to open up about, she kept all her emotions bottled up tightly inside. He was doing all he could to keep her traditions alive, but there was only really so much he could do when it really boiled down to it. “(Y/N/N)...” He called gently snapping her out of her dreamlike trance. “Are you alright love?” He questioned with a concerned raised eyebrow.

“Don’t worry Gwil...” She sighed sadly. “I’m fine...I’m just tired.” She tried to wave him off with a weak smile, like she had been the last few weeks. The first few times, he had bought it chalking it up to the stresses of the holiday season that came practically gift wrapped with it. But as time passed, he knew that certainly wasn’t the case. He knew what his girl was like, and this sad, sluggish, teary eyed female wasn’t her. 

He sighed not wanting to push her any further knowing if he did, there would most certainly be tears. “Alright...” He put an arm around her shoulders as they headed toward the stairs down to the underground. “Let’s go home, love.”

Gwilym laid in bed later that night with his arms around (Y/N) holding her close into his chest, breathing in the calming scent of lavender that was almost permanently laced into her hair from her shampoo. She had fallen asleep with great difficulty that night, but no matter how many times he tried, he couldn’t get her to talk about what had gone down at Piccadilly Station that afternoon. Truth be told, he knew exactly what it was, she, for the last few years, had taken the pain no girl should endure. She knew she missed her family horribly at this time of year. Always for a few days in December her heart would grow cold, her love stored away as she longed for the days she could be with them again. It’s not that she didn’t want to go home for Christmas, just the last few years money had been tight for her. Being only a girlfriend at the time, she had absolutely refused any sort of help from her successful actor boyfriend. “Gwil, I told you, that’s too much money for me to ask of you.” She’d try to dissuade him from wanting to do anything. “You shouldn’t have to pay for me to see my family. I can FaceTime them.” 

“But FaceTime can’t replace face to face time, love.” He’d argue gently. “Please...let me do this for you, you’ve been so miserable.” 

She’d shake her head at the Welshman, a weak smile playing on her lips. “I’m sorry...I just...I can’t let you do that. I just need you to get me through December so I can start again. I’ll be fine I promise.” She never was, and as brave of a face as she’d put on, he knew she was hurting inside. 

“I promise, love, you won’t have to go through that pain again this year.” He whispered softly, gently kissing the back of her head before slowly slipping his arms out from under her. He had some work to do. 

The next morning, (Y/N) awoke, expecting to feel the warmth of her tall, literature loving, Welsh giant’s arms wrapped around her. Upon opening her eyes though, she found she was the only one in their in bed. It wasn’t until the delightful smells of a cooking breakfast met her nose did she realise where he had gone off to. She smiled softly pulling on her housecoat and slippers before slowly and groggily making her way out to the kitchen where Gwilym stood making them a nice breakfast. “Morning.” She yawned shuffling up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, gently kissing his shoulder before resting her head on it. “What did I do to deserve a man who wakes up early to make me breakfast?” She giggled watching as he stirred the eggs up. 

“I ask the same thing when you make me breakfast, darling. Love is a two way street.” He chuckled. “Kettle’s just boiled if you want some tea.” 

“That sounds lovely right about now.” She yawned shuffling over to the cupboard where they kept their tea bags and cups. She watched as Gwilym finished up his cooking before bringing it over to an elegantly set table. “Pulling out all the stops this morning aren’t you.” She smiled taking note of the opened bottle of champagne on the countertop. “Mimosas, a nice breakfast. What do you want? Or what did you break?” She narrowed her eyes playfully at the actor. 

He let out a soft chuckle. “I either have to want something you may not or there has to be something wrong for me to make my fiancé a nice breakfast?” He asked walking over to her, putting his hands on her hips. “I do it because I love you more than anything, love. Everything I do for you is because I love you.” He smiled softly, gently kissing her lips in the most tender kiss he could manage. “Now come on, let’s eat before the food gets cold.” 

They walked hand in hand over to the table where Gwilym, being the gentleman he was, pulled out her chair for her, pushing it in once she had been seated before taking a seat across from her. (Y/N)’s curious (e/c) gaze landed on an envelop that sat on her plate. “What’s this?” She asked raising an eyebrow. 

“Why don’t you open it and find out?” He smirked softly into his cup of coffee as he leaned back in his seat, watching her expectantly. 

With a small bit of hesitance, (Y/N) reached forward picking up the envelop, opening it up to find the booking confirmation for a flight for two to (nearest international airport to your hometown). (Y/N)’s eyes went wide as her gaze snapped up to meet the dark, smiling chocolate orbs of Gwilym. He offered her a sheepish smile. “Gwil...” 

“I know what you’re going to say. That i’ts too much money’, and that you ‘don’t want me to have to spend that on you’ but love...” He smiled softly, reaching across the table to take her hand in his. “I know how you get with the changing of seasons...the long bitter nights and the wild Winter days don't get any easier when you’re so far away from home...especially when it's Christmas. In the past you’ve had the excuse of us only dating for not wanting me to spend the money to get you to see your family in person, but we’re engaged now. And being your fiancé, by putting this ring on you finger...” He smiled playing gently with her engagement ring. “I vowed to do anything and everything to keep you healthy and happy. And if spending Christmas with your family is what it’s going to take to get you through December this year, then I’m more than willing to fly the miles to see that smile I’ve come to love so much on your face again.” He explained softly. “After all, they’re my future in-laws, best make a good impression now.” He winked cheekily.

“Gwil...I...I can’t believe this.” She smiled happily, tears welling in her eyes. 

The actor grinned ear to ear, standing and rounding the table to hug his fiancé tightly. “Well believe it hun, because we leave tomorrow.” He spoke softly holding her tightly.

He pulled back to see the first genuinely happy smile he had seen on her face in weeks, it reaching up to her brilliantly sparkling (e/c) orbs. “What did I do to deserve a fiancé like you.” 

“You were you, love. Plain and simple.” He took his seat across from her. “And like I said, I’ll do whatever it takes to get you through December so you can start again...forever and always.”

“God, now I have to get you something even better than I already did.” She giggled softly serving herself some of the eggs Gwilym had made. “Way to upstage me Gwil.” 

“Well don’t think the Christmas surprises are over, love. Still have plenty in store for you.” He winked playfully. the last few Decembers may had been ones to forget, but this one would surely be one she’d try hard to remember and all because of this gentle giant with a kind heart who happened to love classic literature.

[emelywrites]

Could you make a Diego Hargreeves x reader where she is number 3 and her power is like a banshee? Where she is part of the Sparrow Academy. When she meets Diego she falls for him and him for her, but he is still thinks about Lila so he’s kinda weary of starting something with the reader

I didn’t know how to write this at first but then I started and it got out of hand. It turned out angstier than I wanted it to but I hope you like it!

Warnings: Language, Angst

Her voice

When you were little every sound out of your mouth was harmful. Your screams as an infant put your siblings into unconsciousness, it made all the nannies quit and Pogo and Dad were always wearing earplugs. At some point everyone in the house was wearing earmuffs all day long. You soon came to understand that your voice hurt them and you started to keep quiet. When Dad noticed that you had understood your powers to that extent he finally started training you as well. Quickly, you were able to talk without hurting people, generally using your voice normally or to severely injure those within earshot.

As you got older, Dad taught you about frequencies and singing the right notes to do more than just harm. Manipulating people, make them love you, make them do whatever you wanted them to. Destroying objects, moving objects, even growing plants. You had your voice under full control and found quite a lot of joy in singing. 

When the Umbrella Academy arrived and you all gathered in the living room your sister nudged you to sing a tone to put them to sleep. Dad seemed to know who they were though so you kept your mouth shut. That, of course, didn’t mean he told you anything. Dad was a secretive man.

The Umbrella Academy stayed on the same floor as you. They had gone on many explorations through the house and sometimes you heard them in front of your door as you were practicing to sing without destroying everything in your room. One day someone knocked on your door.

„Come in“, you called.

„Hi, I’m Alison, I’ve been listening to you, sorry , that’s not supposed to sound creepy or something“, she laughed, „But you sing beautifully.“

„Oh, thank you so much“, you smiled, offered her a seat and sat down, „I certainly hope I didn’t manipulate you into saying that“, you laughed but then saw the confusion on her face, „I’m a banshee, or that’s what Dad says I am, the mythology is a bit different from what I do.“

„So you sing and people do what you want?“

„That’s one thing“, you grabbed the empty water glass, sang a high c and the glass shattered, „This is another. There’s more to it, I don’t think I’ve reached my full potential yet. I’m (Y/N), number three.“

„That’s cool, I’m number three where we came from, I can manipulate people, too“, she looked down, „I don’t really like using it though.“

„Except of course if you want to mess with your siblings“, you both laughed, „Don’t worry I do that, too, sometimes.“

„The other day I made Diego punch himself in the face“, she told you.

You laughed. You realized that she could be a friend to you and if she could be that, why couldn’t the others be that, too? So, you started spending more time with her. Her siblings, Vanya and Klaus, also started to come around and you showed them more and more of your powers. Yours and Vanya’s powers worked well together and you also started helping her with controlling her powers a little more than she did before. As you grew closer and closer you started hanging out around the house, with more people around.

Diego noticed you truly for the first time when you were sitting in the living area, singing along to Vanya playing the violin. He was entranced by your voice and when he looked around the corner he saw you for the first time and to him, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He watched you and listened to you until you were done and went back to your conversations. That night as he laid in bed he thought about you but the longer he did the more it felt like some charm fell off and he felt bad about his feelings. He had just let Lila escape with a briefcase because he loved her. He couldn’t suddenly be in love with you, could he?

After that day, Diego seemed to always be looking for you, listening to your voice was like a drug to him and he couldn’t stop. Whenever he didn’t hear you he felt empty. One day, as you were practicing on your own in your room he was standing in front of your door when said door suddenly opened and you were standing in front of him.

„Diego, right? You know, you could just join us sometimes instead of eavesdropping“, you pointed out.

„I- I’m just- Sorry, your voice is…“, he couldn’t find the word.

„Beautiful, Cool, Amazing?“, you searched his eyes for confirmation, „Your siblings’ words.“

„Of course. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I just- I heard you the other day and- and you’re great, it felt good to listen to you.“

You blushed a bit at his words. „I can have that effect on people.“

After that Diego stopped listening from afar and joined you and his siblings. You grew closer to him. In a different way than to his siblings. You started feeling something for him that you’d never felt before. Diego didn’t know what your powers could do and you worried that if he did he’d think you used them on him. Because you did use him to lure him in. Everything after that was real. If he still loved you now it would be all his own feelings.

One day, after your first mission with the Umbrella Academy, Diego immediately went to his own room. He started avoiding you and didn’t talk to you for nearly two weeks until you got sick of it and went to his room. You knocked on his door but didn’t get an answer. You knocked again.

„Diego, please, it’s (Y/N). You haven’t talked to me since we got back from that mission and I think I deserve to know why at least.“

You leaned forward against the door and nearly stumbled into Diego when he finally opened the door. You looked up and noticed his eyes were swollen as if he had been crying but it didn’t look like sadness, more like rage.

„You lied to me. Don’t try to deny it. I saw you on the mission“, his tears started rolling, „I felt so bad about it but it wasn’t even my fucking fault. You used your stupid voice to lure me in, didn’t you?“

You felt your own tears sting your eyes. „No, Diego, please, I- I don’t use my powers on you“, you looked down, „not anymore.“

„You really did manipulate me. Fuck“, he was about to slam the door hut but you caught it.

„Diego, wait, I- please, don’t misunderstand. I saw you and I was- I was starstruck. I fell in love with you and- and I couldn’t control my powers anymore when I knew you were around. I think- No, I know I should have tried harder. But I’ve managed since we started hanging out. If- if you still like me that’s not me. I don’t do that“, your voice got quieter, „If it makes you feel better, I’m willing to always stay quiet when you’re around. I just don’t want to lose when I’ve only had you for so little.“

„I don’t want to be around you anymore. How will I ever know that all this was real? I felt so fucking bad about my feelings for you. Because I loved Lila, I mean I love Lila, I do. And then I- I fell in love with you. But it’s not real.“

„No, it is. Diego, I fell in love with you, too. I just made you notice me. That’s all, please don’t shut me out.“

You let go of the door and he threw it shut. You went to your own room and locked the door. Your cries that night made your room shake since your emotions were overpowering your self control. You stayed in your room for days and when you finally left it again for breakfast you were exhausted and just hoped no one would try talking to you. You got yourself a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal and sat down at the kitchen table where some of the Umbrella Academy and some of your siblings sat. When your siblings noticed your swollen face they made a run for it, trying to avoid confrontation at all cost.

„You okay?“, Alison asked.

You just nodded. You didn’t intend to use your voice again. Not around people you liked and cared about. You couldn’t risk them thinking about you the same way Diego did. She looked at you with worry but didn’t bother you about it anymore. You didn’t even notice how time was passing but you were soon alone in the kitchen, constantly refilling your coffee cup, eating cereal directly from the box. When the grandfather clock in the corner sounded you turned around and saw it was midnight. You sighed and noticed that with all the caffeine and sugar you had consumed you wouldn’t be able to sleep anytime soon.

Instead you went into the courtyard with a blanket around your shoulders and stepped into the courtyard. Diego was sitting under the big tree in the centre, flipping a knife in the air and catching it again. When you saw him you sighed again and looked down. That was your spot. You always sat there when you were upset. And right now, you were upset. On the one hand, you didn’t just want to surrender the spot to him. On the other, you didn’t want to bother him. You were in love with him and he hated you, at least that’s what you thought. Demanding your spot back now would probably just drive him further away.

Then he spotted you. He put his knife away and stared at you.

„I haven’t heard you at all these past few days“, you didn’t respond and didn’t look at him either, „But my feelings for you were still there.“

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. He had feelings for you. Did he believe you now that you weren’t manipulating him?

„I missed hearing you sing. I missed seeing you everyday. I missed putting my arm around your shoulder when we were sitting beside each other“, he got up and walked up to you, „I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. But if you can forgive me I would like to hear your voice again.“

He put his hands on your cheeks. And you looked up at him through teary eyes. 

„I would love to sing for you again“, you whispered.

He smiled. Then he leaned in and kissed you. Because he wanted to.

[creepyalienghost]

Christmas disaster

Warning: abuse

Christmas Day was here and Joey drew had invited everyone from the studio to join them with there families. Sammy has been working hard cleaning around the house and cooking the food for the party tonight. He no longer worked there, instead was a house husband while Joey made the money. But Joey wasn’t doesn’t help much around the house. He believes Sammy should do it all. Sammy was exhausted from lack of sleep these pass few days. Cleaning, decorating, shopping, cooking. He was also hurt from a beating a day before. A bad one. Sammy had tried to ask him to help

out a little more. He was tired of Joey putting this all on him and just wanted a little bit of help. Joey ended up getting pissed and beat Sammy. He has broken many of Sammy’s ribs in the process and left bruises all over his body. It was his fault though. He should’ve knew better then to say anything that might set him off in a fit of rage. Sammy was stupid for trying. He should’ve just kept his mouth shut.

Speak of the devil, Joey came up behind Sammy, wrapping his arms gently around him so he wouldn’t hurt his broken ribs. “You almost done, tater tot?” He ask. “ it’s almost time for the guest to arrive.”

Sammy Tense up but nodded as he stirred the mashed potatoes in the bowl. “I-It’s nearly done Joey.”

Joey smiled and kisses the crest of Sammy’s neck. Sammy closes his eyes and wished he wouldn’t. He wasn’t in the mood for this, but he wouldn’t tell him no. “Good.” Joey smirked after he moved on. “Now go get ready. Cover up those Bruises. Wouldn’t want my friends to question things.” Joey told him as he ran his thumb access the bruise on Sammy’s cheek.

Sammy nodded obediently before heading to the bedroom to change. It was extremely painful to bare, pulling off his dirty shirt but he went slowly to ease the pain. He didn’t stop to observe any of the bruises on his stomach or sides. He didn’t want to see how badly they are. As he slipped into a long sleeve nice button up shirt he herd Joey greet some guess that just arrived. He knew now he had to hurry before Joey looked bad. He went as fast as his ribs let him changing into black suit pants and wrapping a belt around them so they would stay up. He had lost a lot of weight do to stress from Joey and not having time or will to eat. Sammy buckled the hook then headed to the bathroom. He looked at his face in the mirror at the bruise around his eye and the one on his cheek. The one his cheek was a sickly greenish-yellow color that covered his whole left cheek. The one around his eye was a deep purple one that almost connected with the one on his cheek. Sammy stared at them for a while before a knock on the door startled him back to his Reality.

“Sammy. Are you almost ready, dear?” Joey ask in a warning voice Sammy knew all to well, and scares him. “Guess are starting to show and we shouldn’t keep them waiting.”

“I’m c-coming Joey. I-I’ll be there in a minute.” Sammy replied. Great the night just started and he was already fucking up.

“Alright. Hurry up though, love” Joey told him with the same warning in his voice then walked away.

Sammy hands were started to sweat from the fear of what would happen to him after. He needed to be on his best behavior for the rest of the night so Joey wouldn’t hurt him again. He quickly pulled out the blush make up and started to smear it on his bruises and blending it with his skin until it was all covered up neatly. Sammy glances at himself in the mirror before approving the make up and leaving the bathroom, heading for the living room.

Lacie, Burtrum, Tom and Alison was the ones that arrived a few minutes before. Alison was putting some gifts under the Christmas tree while Tom and Burtrum was in a Conversation, Lacie watching then and listening. Sammy didn’t feel like getting into there Conversation though or any at the moment. He decided to head back into the kitchen where joey must be getting things ready. But he wasn’t.

Sammy stepped into the kitchen then comes to a halt by what he saw. Joey had his arms around Susie and was flirting with her. Sammy watched as Joey whispered something in her ear then nibbled it as she giggled. Sammy left the doorway quickly so neither of them would see him. He hid in the to keep people from seeing how hurt he was by this. This hurt him so much more then the beatings he had received by Joey. He felt betrayed by the the only person he thought loved him. His heart felt like it was being ripped into pieces.

He herd another knock coming from the door, meaning more people he had to lie to and more people he had to pretend everything was good in his life. He wished he could disappear from all this. He wished so badly Joey would just beat him to death.

As the night went on the rest of the employees arrived with there families. Sammy hasn’t had the time to talk much to anyone one. Not that he wanted to anyways. He was finishing up the last bits of the food and cleaning. At around 8pm everything was finished and Sammy started to set the table. Norman Polk decided to

Go in to help Sammy with the table while Joey is in the living room getting drunk and flirting with Susie.

Norman walked into the kitchen to

Sammy trying to balance the Turkey, the vegetables plate and the plates in his hands. “Here sam. Let me help you with that.” He kindly offered, reaching for the plates.

Sammy shakes his head. “N-no. I got it.” Sammy told him but he doesn’t. The Turkey slipped out of his hands, onto the floor making a big glass braking from the plate into the pile of Turkey.

Norman saw the mans tired eyes quickly go wide in fear in Seconds and before Norman could say anything he herd a drunken. “GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!” From the living room.

Joey stumbled into the kitchen with rage in his eyes and looked at this mess on the ground then turned to Sammy who was now cowering in the corner. “YOU!!” He pointed at Sammy. “YOU -hic- FUCKING RUIN -hic-CHRISTMAS!!” He approached Sammy, threatening ready to swing at the poor man.

“Hey stop it!!!” Norman Said, getting in between of Sammy and Joey.

Seeing Norman standing there made Joey snap back into Reality some. He realized what he was doing in front of the guest and insanely regretted drinking. He looked behind him at his friends who were all watching him with horror on there faces. A few had there phones out recording him. He turned back around to Norman still protecting Sammy

Norman had seen enough just now to suspect this wasn’t the first time this happened. “Is this how you treat him Joey?.. like shit?...”

Joey rolls his eyes. “What? How dare you ask my that!” Joey replied. “I would never hurt Sammy! I love him!” Joey glanced at Sammy making eye contact. “Right tater tot? You know I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Sammy glances away from Joey’s eyes, hugging himself. Joey was going to beat him tonight again for all this. Making this mess and the guess witnessing joeys anger. There was no doubt in Sammy’s mind which made him sob hard and shake me.

“Tom, henry. Get Joey out of here please.”

Norman asked them two. Tom and Henry had to almost drag the drunken Joey out of there, screaming his head off about how this was his house and how Sammy was his boyfriend.

Once Joey was gone, Norman knelt down by the shaking Sammy, calmly. “Hey Sammy he’s gone now. Can you answer a few questions for me? I need to know the truth Alright?” Norman asked. Sammy gave him a small nod in reply. “Alright.” Norman asked. “Was this the first time he got angry?”

Sammy shook his head no. “N-no..” he said in a fearful voice.

The sight of this once care free man now shaking and crying out of fear made Norman’s heart hurt for him. He didn’t want to ask Sammy this next question but he had to know. “Does he hurt you Sammy?”

Sammy took a while to answer this question but he eventually nodded then lowered his head in a pathetic kinda way.

Norman gets angrily at Joey and wanted to get his hands on him but he kept his face and voice cool and calm while talking to Sammy. “When’s the last time he hurt you, bud?”

“Y-yesterday...” Sammy replied after a minute then wipes his tears away, smearing the make up. Norman noticed the make up

right away but decided wait for a safer time. Someone had called the police and they were here now.

——-

It was nearly midnight before Norman pulled into his apartment parking spot. The night was crazy with the police arresting Joey after he tried to make a run for it and the investigations with the police. He killed the Engine then turned to Sammy. “I’ll grab your bags, alright bud?” Sammy didn’t looked at him but he nodded, knowing his ribs couldn’t handle picking his bags up. Together they got out of the car and went into Norman’s Apartment.

[moma-prints]

Bean Rolls, Alison Knowles, c. 1964, MoMA: Drawings and Prints

The Gilbert and Lila Silverman Fluxus Collection Gift Size: overall: 3 1/4 x 3 1/4 x 3 1/8" (8.2 x 8.2 x 8 cm) Medium: Metal tin with offset label, containing dried beans and sixteen offset scrolls

http://www.moma.org/collection/works/128090