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The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 62

Part 61 Snippet 6 - The Lesson II

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Contains: Fluff, smut (oral sex M receiving), angst, violence, and more fluff.

8.5K words (this is the last plot heavy chapter so it's super long)

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“The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.” ― P.G. Wodehouse,

Everyone was up before the sun rose to prepare Disoa for her grand opening, but most of you wanted to stay in bed with Jax. His calloused hand was brushing your leg from your knee to your thigh and he was going over his plans for the day in that soft, half asleep gravel voice that made you think of how he sounded when he moaned in your ear while he was inside you.

His chest was pressed to your back as he whispered into your ear, "I know we'll be there all day so I'm hoping we can get back home before dinner, I don't really want to be there when the sun goes down."

You nodded, "ok my love, whatever you want."

Jax chuckled, "whatever I want?" His hand moved from the outside of your thigh to your inner thigh as you bent your knee to make room for his hand, "I want to hear you beg again."

You sighed, that did sound nice, "sadly my love, we don't have the time for that. The balloon arches aren't going to blow themselves up."

Jax groaned and gave your leg a gentle squeeze, "there's a joke in there somewhere." He pressed his lips to your crow and rolled away, extending his hand to help you up, "we've got a long day darlin, we better have a good breakfast."

Everyone was at Disoa on time, albeit a little tired and cranky, "how long is this going to take?"

You raised your eyebrows at Bobby's tone and he shrunk back, "right, we're here to help not complain."

You nodded, "yes, maybe you can get a taste of what the ladies have to go through every time you want a party." You turned to Jax, "my love, use those leadership skills and delegate, Venus and I have balloons to inflate."

You walked off with Venus and Jax took a deep breath, "alright then, Juice and Bobby, head to the kitchen and start making the bread and finger food. Ope and Hap, start hanging the decoration, the rest of you are with me getting all the furniture ready."

Sam smiled, "sounds good man, I'll take the tables."

They all walked off and Jax swaggered inside, bending down to whisper in your ear as you set up the metal frame, "I'm going to get what I want darlin, we both know it."

He pressed his lips to your jaw and walked off and Venus smiled, "what was that about?"

You smiled, "his ego, don't worry I have a plan."

****

It was almost done, the balloons were up, the food would be ready when people arrived and you wanted to sleep for a week, "hey y/n can you come and look at this?"

Happy called you to look at menus he had just finished folding and you looked up from the calling cards you were organising, "I'm not your boss Hap, Jax is."

"Ok." He raised his voice, "Jax, can you come and look at this?"

Jax's hand brushed your skin you as he walked by, a gesture he had repeated a million times that day, "what is it Hap?"

Happy held up the menus with a smile, "this good?"

Jax looked at you then turned back to his friend, "would you be happy with that if it was at a T-M party?"

Happy nodded and Jax smiled, "then yes, it's good. Good work man."

You yawned, and Jax stopped in his tracks and walked over to you before placing his hand on your cheek, "we've got forty minutes before we open the door, you wanna head into one of the rooms for a nap?"

You shook your head, "I can't, there's still so much to do."

Jax looked around, "Tiggy, get off your ass and come and do this." Tig was up in a flash, and Jax turned to Ima, "I'm sure you can show Tig what to do?"

Ima blinked, "yeah, it's not brain surgery."

Jax smiled and placed his hand on your back, "thank you Ima."

Jax led you to one of the couches and sat you down, "you doing ok?"

You nodded, "yeah, I'm just tired. Being up before dawn is never fun."

He smiled softly and sat next to you, brushing the back of his finger over your cheek, "no one's going to judge you for taking a break, you've been working since before sun up."

You shook your head, "I don't want to nap in the backroom of a brothel Jax."

You closed your eyes and the brushing of his hand lulled you to sleep, "I'll stay with you, they can't handle themselves for half an hour then they're doom." You went to protest but Jax didn't let you, "nope, you're having a nap then I'm going to sneak you some food and you can get right back to what you were doing."

You sighed and opened your eyes, "fine, twenty minutes and then a sandwich. Don't think this is a win Teller, you can't charm away my unshakeable work ethic."

Jax chuckled and his arm around you as you stood up, "I wouldn't dream of it darlin."

You walked to one of the back rooms and Jax locked the door behind you, lying down and opening his arms for you to climb into them. You did so without protest, resting your head on his chest as he held you in his arms.

"Was that so hard?"

You shook your head and pressed further into his side, "no. Tell me about your plans for T-M?"

Jax smiled, "sure darlin." He shifted on the bed and brushed your hair out of your face, speaking softly until your breathing evened out. He kept talking but pulled out his phone in case they still needed help outside but he only got one text from Sam.

"Thanks"

****

You were awoken by Jax squeezing your upper arm gently, "was that twenty minutes?"

Jax smiled, "twenty five, you just looked so peaceful and I wanted to hold you for a little longer."

You sighed, "I'm immune to your charms Teller but I can't be mad at you when you talk like that."

He pressed his lips to yours, a slight smirk on his face, "come on, let's get some food in you so you can get ready for opening." Jax pressed his lips to your forehead before pulling you up and walking you out the door and to the kitchen.

Jax waved towards a stool and you sat down as he walked up the food line up, "what can I get you darlin? There's a lot here, how about a tuna melt?"

You smiled, "you know me so well." Jax washed his hands, collected a plate then found the nicest looking sandwich and served it to you with a smile.

"There you go."

You shook your head and sighed, "you're too sweet for me. Are you going to have anything my love?"

He thought for a moment, "sure, I can't think of anything better than having lunch with my girl."

He got himself something and sat next to you, "so what happens after the doors open?"

You scootered closer and Jax's free hand found your thigh, "we welcome them in, we explain the rules and people have fun. Pope, Marks and the Mayans will be here to show support and then we go home before the sun sets so we miss the sin cave that I imagine this place will turn into once the daylight fades."

Jax chuckled, "I'm sure it will be all legal and above board. What about everyone here who isn't an escort?"

You wanted to laugh, "we have shirts, everyone will be told when they enter that asking for a date from anyone wearing them will lead to being tossed out."

Jax smirked, "good, because I don't want to shoot one of our clients."

You rolled your eyes and lifted your empty plate, "which reminds me, I need to get changed and then we need help get the food ready and go outside."

Jax sighed, "alright, but I mean it, if anyone comes up to you, I'm going to shoot them."

You shook your head, "you better not, we worked over hard on those decorations and I don't want them covered in brain matter."

****

You met everyone outside right before it opened, your plain black shirt earning a smile for Jax, "I told you there was no way it was going to bring me attention, it's so unsexy."

Jax shook his head, "You could be sexy in a potato sack, I'm smiling because you're amazing."

You shook your head, "Keep laying it on thick Teller, you won't get what you want."

Jax smirked, "We both know that's not true, you've begged before."

You went to reply but men started to get out of their cars and you had to put on a show. As people began to stand around, Nero stepped towards the door with a smile, "Welcome to the grand opening of Diosa Norte, we have all the food and alcohol and man could want. The ladies in the black shirts are our staff, friends and business partners so they will not be available for dates."

Jax's arm wrapped around you protectively, "The women with CaraCara logos on their shirts are also not up for dates, however, they'll will be here to talk to you about some options for personalised videos with their staff if you have something special in mind."

He reached for the door and waved his hand, "well then Gentlemen, enjoy our new location."

The door opened and everyone walked through, the prospective client being greeted by women with their hands full of trays of food and drink. Jax smiled and looped his arm around your shoulder, "wow, with a full house it looks amazing, you should be proud."

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, "I am, it was a lot of hard work."

You picked a quiet corner of the room the wait for Pope and the Mayans. It didn't take long for the other Sons are their partners, to follow. There was a moment when they took Eva in, Tig's smile growing as he extended his hand, "I'm guessing your Eva, Hap talks a lot about you."

She smiled and accepted his hand, "I am. I'm so happy to finally be meeting all you, Happy speaks highly of his brothers."

Jax looked over your face and tapped your shoulder, leaning in to whisper in your ear, "if you keep smiling so wide you're going to pull a muscle."

You knocked your knee into him, "hey, I picked well."

Jax chuckled, "yes you did."

He turned back to the group as she sat in Happy's lap, "well Eva, we're just happy to finally get to know you."

She smiled, "I'm happy to share. In fact, now that I'm getting Hap's crow I think it's very important that I get to know each and every one of you, Happy cares for you all deeply and that's reason enough."

It was hard to miss the look in Happy's eyes, the man was head over heal in love. Juice chuckled, "hey, we want to get to know you first, Hap hasn't shut up since y/n set you too up."

You gasped in mock offence, "I did no such thing."

Jax raised his eyebrow, "really darlin?"

You continued the pretence, "I had a extra ticket to that conference and I knew Happy would like it, what happened after he walked in those doors was up to fate."

Eva shook her head, "no one believes that for one minute." She turned back to Juice, "I'm a vet at an animal shelter in Oakland, and of course in my spare time, I'm a dominatrix but that doesn't matter to Happy so it shouldn't matter to any of you."

Juice shook his head, "we don't care, we've never heard Hap talk so much about someone."

She reached her hand out and placed it on Juice's shoulder, "you must be Juice, you are as kind as Happy says you are."

It was Chibs' turn to smile, "well lass, like Juicy said, tell us about yourself?"

****

The conversation went on and the rest of Diosa faded away. You kept your eyes on the clock as you waited patiently, twenty minutes before Pope and the Mayans arrived, you put your plan into action.

"Jackson my love, can I steal you for a while before out friends arrive?"

He placed his beer down with a smile, "of course darlin, shall we head to one of the back rooms? It's a little loud out here?"

You nodded, "yes please." You got up and Jax followed you, you kept it professional, making sure it didn't look like you were taking him somewhere to "service" him. You closed and locked the door and Jax sat on the comfy chair while you sat on the armrest, "you got a plan?"

You nodded and stood up, leading him over to the window as you parted the blinds so he could look out, "you want to keep this business in the Club right, you don't want this guys putting their hands in the pot?"

He watched all the people milling around, "yeah, I don't think it's a good idea to mix streams."

You smiled, "I'm glad we're on the same page, you need to make sure they are too."

He nodded, "I know, I'm going to make it clear to them that this is our thing, it's too dirty for Pope and the Mayans are busy with the drugs so they have no reason to want it."

You took your hand away and the blinds closed, "still, you need to let them know that this is a Sons business, even if you do it nicely."

His lips curled slightly, "you didn't bring me in here to talk strategy, did you?"

You shook your head, "no." You pressed your lips to his and Jax's hand looped around your waist to pull you closer, before he could take over, you pushed him away for you with a smile and slowly sunk to your knees, brushing your hands down his sides as you went.

Your knees finally touch the ground and you were grateful you took Nero the go for the extra thick rugs. Jax's hand found your face and your fingers found his belt, "we're doing this here?" There was a hint of something in his voice, but his face told you all you needed to know.

"As far as everyone else is concerned, we're just talking." You run your fingers over his covered cock then gripped his jeans and boxers and pulled them down in one go, his cock already half hard and asking to be touched.

Jax raised an eyebrow, "this isn't going to get you out of anything, you'll be begging me eventually." You didn't respond, rather, you took his cock in one hand and licked him from base to tip.

Jax's head fell back as you sucked him into your mouth, his hand brushing your cheek gently. You pulled back and kissed his skin softly, Jax groaning as your hand stroked him. Before he could get used to that, you were taking him in your mouth again and rolling his balls with you free hand, "fuck."

You moaned and the vibration travel up his body and his hips bucked into your mouth so you did it again, "you're killing me here darlin."

Normally you would pull back and tell him he would die happy but you had places to be and now wasn't the time to tease. You swallowed him down as far as he could go and placed your hand firmly on his hip, signalling him to enjoy himself.

His hand was still gentle on your cheek as he grew closer to the edge, and other than some soft grunts, he was quiet. You moaned one last time and there was a rapid tap on your cheek before you felt him twitch. You swallowed, then pulled away, tucking him back into his pants before standing up and wiping your face with the back of your hand, "you good?"

He sighed and fixed himself up, hoping that everyone would be none the wiser, "I'm good darlin, are you?"

You smiled, "I'm great, I got what I wanted."

He huffed, "really, because I'm sure you feel left out?"

You shook your head, "our friends will be here soon and remember, we were only talking."

You brought him into a kiss, Jax's hand more aggressive as they squeezed your skin. He smirked back, his lips brushing yours, "you're not going to win."

You pecked him and smiled, "we shall see. Now you have business to do."

You headed back outside and sat down like nothing had happened, "you got your plan?" If Chibs knew anything, he wasn't giving it away.

Jax nodded, "yeah, you all look very cosy?"

Eva smiled, "Happy was right, everyone here is wonderful."

You didn't miss the look Tig and Venus exchanged as Tig's foot tapped nervously. Tig swallowed and looked at everyone, clearly steeling himself for something, "I need to tell you guys something," everyone paused and gave him their attention, "Venus and I have been seeing each other."

There was quiet and you gave Tig a soft smile, "before anyone responds just know I can make your death look like an accident."

Juice looked upset, "for how long?"

Tig relaxed a little, "a few weeks."

Venus raised her hand and looked around, "I was the one who wanted to keep it quiet, I didn't want to cause any problems."

Sam reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder, "well you're not, we're all happy Tig's finally found a nice woman to settle down with."

Jax smiled and turned to you, "did you know about this?"

You nodded, "yes, you didn't clue in when I insisted that we sit them together at the wedding even though you had only met her a handful of times?"

Jax shook his head, "no, I thought you were playing match maker again."

You smiled, "yes, and I was already successful."

Jax sighed and smiled at Venus, "we're happy to have you darlin."

Some of the single men exchanged looks, and Kozik cleared his throat, "you're not planning on setting any of us up, right?"

You shook your head, "well no, before I introduce two people I think long and hard if they'll get along, half my guys are married because of me, I'm just good at it."

Sam raised his eyebrow, "you just suck at doing it for yourself."

You waved your left hand, "I'm getting married you little shit."

Sam huffed, "yeah and how long did it take you to come clean about how you felt?"

You glared at him, "that's all in the past now, there's no need to rub it in."

Jax chuckled, "to be fair, I'm equally at fault."

You smiled, "see, it's all Jax's fault."

Jax pulled you off your chair and into his lap, "really, I do the noble thing and you throw me under the bus."

You pecked him, "I would never."

****

The look on Pope and Marcus' faces told you everything you needed to know. The group had broken up, everyone doing their own thing while you waited for the Club's partners to arrive.

Pope held out his hand with a smile, Jax taking it with a nod, "we're very impressed Jackson, if this is what going legit looks like we might consider it."

Marcus echoed the sentiment before going to find Nero about the old location and you led Pope and Marks to the bra, "Please enjoy some drinks on us, I'm giving a demonstration on the new safety system with some of the staff, you're more than welcome to join if you aren't looking for a date."

Jax watched you as you walked away, taking a deep breath before jumping into his speech, "as you can see, we meant what we said and we were done with all the shit. Our deal still stands, the Club will be there if you need help but that's as far as it goes."

Jax thought that he should have been a bit softer but he didn't want anything to slip through his fingers, and he knew gentle wasn't going to get him anywhere.

Pope nodded, "we know your last run a few months ago marked the end and we know that you're a call away if things go to shit. We have no interest in pulling the Club back in Jackson, you being out of it is far too profitable."

Marcus blinked at Pope's statement, "we're on the same page, shit's working with the Sons out of the game. We appreciate all the back up but there's no need for anyone to worry that shit's going to jump off again."

Jax relaxed, "good."

Marks chuckled, "you think you'll miss it?"

Jax took a moment to gather his thoughts, looking around the room until his eyes landed on you talking with Ima, "no, I don't think I will."

****

The day droned on, you managed to show most of the staff before Jax came to get you late in the afternoon. "You ready to go darlin?"

You nodded, "I am. I'm getting old Jax, all this shit is too much for me."

He chuckled, "yeah well you've got another party next week."

You rolled your eyes, "don't remind me about that, I'm dreading going back to that school."

Jax wrapped his arms around you and ran his hand up and down your back, "you'll be fine. You're smart, successful and the most beautiful woman in the world, they don't have anything you."

You lifted your head from his chest and kissed him, "well when you put it like that. I can hang out with my teachers anyway."

Jax's chest vibrated with laughter, "teacher's pet."

You pinched his side and he flinched, his face breaking into a smile, "you are so mean to me."

Jax pressed his lips to yours then rested his forehead on yours, "well I'm going to be even meaner and take you home and cook your dinner."

****

The call from Vance wasn't a surprise, nor was the men in suits at the door handing you your new papers.

Permanent termination of operative status.

Contactable only on special request.

Special privileges retained.

You signed the papers and sent the men on their way, a strange mix of relief and emptiness coming over you. You could still help the Club keep their friend happy, but that was a thank you for all your hard work. In truth, that part of your life was truly over.

You took a deep breath and headed to the kitchen, wondering what to do with yourself. After some thought and a glance at the clock, a hot bath and a joint sounded like a pretty good way to say goodbye to the last thirteen years.

****

Jax was sore when he got home, part of him was grateful to be done with all the violence but there were parts of manual labour that were harder than being shot at and trying to avoid the cops.

All he wanted to do was have a long, hot shower and have something good to eat. He flopped down onto one of the chairs at the kitchen counter, the plush cushion doing wonders for his back. As his eyes unfocused, he noticed a piece of paper on the normally clean bench top. Out of curiosity, he picked it up and gave it a read.

His chest felt funny as his eyes swept over the words, most of him was happy but part of him knew that this was hard for you. He headed upstairs, hoping that you'd be waiting for him so you could talk it out but as he opened the door his heart sank.

You were sitting in bed crying. Jax rushed up to you, taking your face in his hands, "what's wrong darlin?"

You shrugged, "Nothing. I got my papers today. I probably shouldn't have smoked a whole joint for the first time thirteen years all by myself."

Jax could smell it on your clothes, there was no point in being upset, he understood why you did it. "You don't seem like the type to cry when you get high y/n."

You shook your head, "I'm sorry."

Jax pulled you closer, "for what?"

"You've had enough of dealing with this, I don't want to bring up bad memories."

Jax squeezed you tighter, "you're not, don't worry. Something big changed today, you're allowed to be sad."

You took a deep breath, "I hope you're not bored of me now."

Jax pressed his lips to the top of your head, "now you're just being silly. Just because you're not in the CIA doesn't mean I love you any less. I thought you were cool before I found out what you did."

You shook your head, "I'm just me now, I'm just an ordinary, everyday person."

Jax put his hand on your cheek and lifted your head to look into your eyes, "nothing has changed. You're still you, you're still just as badass as you were yesterday. I get why we're here now, and I'm not mad but next time, maybe we can get high together rather than you just sitting here letting your brain be mean to you?"

You nodded, "yeah, that would be nice."

He smiled, "ok then. Well I'm going to hope into the shower, then we're going to soak in the bath while I rub your back. How does that sound?"

You nodded, "that sounds like fun."

Jax's lips landed on your cheek, "good. I love you darlin."

"I love you too Jackson."

****

You were happy when the middle of the week rolled around without any more drama. Sam and Ima dropped in just in time because you had just finished setting up the fanciest ultrasound you had ever seen and Sam could tell by your smile that something was going on.

He walked over, already shaking his head, "what?"

You waved to the sleek machine by your side, "This is the best ultrasound money can buy. Litteral, it's worth five million dollars. You wanna see your baby in super HD?"

Ima's hand landed on her grown stomach, "how much will you be able to see?"

Your smile grew, "at almost sixteen weeks? So much."

Ima took in the look on Sam's face and sighed, "sure, before your bother has a heart attack."

You all but jumped for joy and wheeled the machine into your office. She lay down and rearranged her clothes. You paused, "you sure you're alright, I have to admit this is a bit weird?"

She nodded, "I'm sure. I'm actually kind of relieved. I mean, I can also come here if I'm freaking out, can't I?"

You nodded aggressively, "hell yeah." Sam took her hand as you spread the blue gel over her skin and pressed the wand to her stomach. The screen was a mix of black and white before a shape came into view. "There's the little one. It looks like they're just hanging out right now."

You moved to wand more and pointed to the screen, "Everything is growing nicely. Great limb development and good skull size." You pressed a button and a soft thump filled the room, "and a great heart beat. You have a very healthy baby"

You looked over at Sam, unshamed of his tears, "thank you." He lifted Ima's hand to his lips and kissed her fingers, "are those little knees?"

You look over to where he was pointing to confirm and caught a glimpse of something or lack thereof as it were. You moved the wand quickly and tried to force the image from your mind as you nodded, "yep, tiny little knees."

Ima chuckled and you handed her a tissue to wipe her skin, "I'm sure there are elbows too Sammy," she turned to you, "thank you y/n, now I better take Sam home before he does have a heart attack."

You smiled, "good idea. Anytime you want to have a look just drop in."

They walked away and you finally allowed yourself to relax, you had no idea how you were going to keep this a secret.

****

Jax knew something was off the moment he laid eyes on you, every time he went to ask if you were ok, you suddenly found a reason to be in another room. After much effort, he managed to corner you in the library, his eye raking over your face as you avoided looking straight at him.

"Alright darlin, what's going on?"

You blinked, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Jax eyebrows wrinkled, "you're acting strange. Did something happen at work?"

You shook your head, "no, stop asking before it flys out of my mouth."

Jax huffed, "you wanna give me a hint?"

You sighed and tried to come up with a way to let him know you knew without letting him know what you knew, "ok say you knew who won a bike and it was a bike they had wanted for ages. But they wanted the colour to be a surprise, they're fine with any colour but they still don't want to know. What would you do if you knew what colour it was going to be?"

Jax blinked, "ummm? I'd keep it to myself because they want it to be a surprise."

You nodded, "yes, so what if the bike is a baby and it's not the paint job but the sex?"

Jax's face lit up, "you can tell me, I won't tell anyone."

You shook your head, "You'll give it away, Sam will see it on your face and he'll know I knew and he'll never forgive me."

Jax chuckled, "did you know I was going to propose?"

You shook your head, "no but we had talked about getting married so that's different."

Jax smiled, "yeah but I was waiting for months to be able to do it and I kept it secret the whole time. If I can keep that to myself I think I can keep this a secret too."

You rubbed your face, "Swear on your honour you won't give it away."

Jax raised his right hand, "I swear on my honour. Now tell me."

You got as close as you could, your face breaking into a grin, "it's a little girl, a tiny little girl with little knees and a little nose and I can't."

Jax's smile mirrored yours, "alright see, that wasn't so bad. I won't tell a soul."

You shoved him playfully, "you better fucking not."

****

"You're not wearing your Kutte?"

Jax shook his head, "nope, we said the invite said to wear what you wear to work so I'm going in my T-M vest."

You sighed, "isn't there a charter like twenty miles away? Maybe we can hang there for the night."

Jax gave you a look, "no, we're here and we're going. Plus, since you made mine a bet, I want to do the same."

You rolled your eyes, "fine, shoot."

Jax smirked, "you have to brag, make sure everyone knows how great you are and if you do, I'll make sure you don't regret it."

You raised your eyebrows, "really and how are you going to do that?"

Jax stepped closer, his fingers drifting over the collar of your shirt, "another pause to our stalemate, where we make full use of the bed."

You rubbed your face, "fine but you better make it worth my while."

Jax leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear, "don't I always?"

****

Things had changed since you last saw the place but not enough for it to feel new or inviting.

Jax looped his arm around your waist and pulled you close as you walked into the hall and towards the desk. You sighed as recognition flashed over Teresa's face, "y/n, wow you look good. I hardly recognised you," she turned to Jax, "and who's this?"

Jax smiled and pulled you closer, "I'm y/n fiance Jax, were you two friends?"

Jax knew you weren't. Tess nodded, "of course we were. I'm Teresa but you can call me Tess."

You sighed and Jax took your name tag off the table before turning towards you and holding it up with a smile, "may I darlin."

Teresa blinked, seemly unhappy that Jax wasn't paying her any attention, "you may."

Jax stuck the name tag to your lab coat and linked his arm to yours, then turned back to Teresa, "it was nice meeting you Teresa."

You could feel her eyes burning into the back of your head as you walked away, "I told you this would happen, she treated me like shit all through school and now she's being nice to me. Given a chance, she'd rip my eyes out."

Jax chuckled, "that's because she has plenty to be jealous of. Now, I want you to find all those assholes that pushed you around and rub in how amazing you are."

Jax all but dragged you over to people, and you regretted showing him your old yearbook since he seemed to zero in on everyone you hated. You wanted to punch him when he waved over two women in matching outfits, their hair up in buns and their heels as high as they could go.

"Little Jenny Dahmer? Wow, you look the same and you finally found a man."

Jax smirked, "shit darlin, you weren't lying about the nasty nicknames."

One of the women extended her hand, "I'm Livia, are you y/n boyfriend?"

Jax ignored her hand and shook his head, "no, I'm about to be her husband."

She swallowed and the other woman spoke, "we're were kidding about the name. I'm Sara, by the way."

Jax looked them up and down, "you two must work together, what do you do?"

Livia smiled, "we have our own jewellery line, called A Girl's Best friend. Let's see the ring."

You held out your hand and they looked at each other, "no gems, what a shame."

Sara turned to Jax, her face masked in a false smile, "Your vest says you're a mechanic. If you can't afford a nice ring, we can do you a deal. The woman you love should have the best of everything."

You pulled your hand away and took a deep breath, "Jax knows I don't want something on my hand that's been pulled out of the ground by a child slave. I know your company because, I helped set up L&O's forever jewellery and you're on our name and shame list because you get your gems from the Southland group."

Jax turned to you and placed a hand on your forearm, "you mean the one that funded those rebels that filled a mass grave full of their workers?"

You nodded, "the very same. I don't need some rock to know how much Jax loves me and I don't appreciate you disparaging his job. At least he doesn't rip children from their mothers in pursuit of a hunk of compressed carbon."

Sara sighed and gave you a condensing smile, "you haven't changed at all."

They walked away and you glared at Jax, "are you happy now?"

He sighed, "I wanted to see you hit one of them so now, but did that feel good?"

You nodded, "yeah, it did."

****

The night wore on you fast but Jax wasn't going to let anything slide, he always found a way to slip your achievements into a conversation. You didn't get the chance to brag between him mentioning all your best sellers and how well the lab was doing.

You really thoughts things might go well until the school bully approached you.

"Paker, I thought you'd be in prison by now."

He laughed, "nah, I got into banking. I heard you on Alpha Male Talk, nice to see you haven't changed."

Jax clenched his jaw, "I don't think he's worth your time. You told me you introduce me to your teachers before we called it a night."

Parker was shocked as you walked away, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Jax leaned in close, his head against yours, "we'll say hello to your teachers, then we can go back to the room. You were right darlin, these people really sucked."

You chuckled, "you were right too, it felt good to be able to brag. Even if you were the one doing most of it."

****

You practically fell over when you got back to the Anvil safe house. Jax removed your lab coat and hung it up with a smile before arming the alarm and holding out his hand, "you wanna have a shower?"

You nodded, "yes please. Are you happy with yourself?"

Jax sighed and wrapped his arms around you, "hell yeah, I'm not surprised your teachers loved you do much, you sounded like a cool kid."

You shook your head, "I wasn't really. I'm really happy you made me go, despite having to see those people again, it was worth it."

Jax's hand rubbed your back, "yeah, and why is that?"

You leaned into his chest as you answered, "Because I got to show everyone who did matter how wonderful you are."

Jax chuckled, "are you trying to sweet talk me?" You went to respond but a yawn cut you off and Jax sighed, "come on darlin, let's get clean up then call it a night. We can have our roll in the hay in the morning."

****

The ringing of your phone woke you up for the second time, it was clear that your efforts to ignore it and stay asleep were a waste. You rolled off Jax's chest and picked it up, "what?"

Sam sounded wired and worried, "Pope's been hit bad and four of his men are dead. They grabbed one of the shooters, he said we're next. The Mayans are already in lockdown."

You rubbed your face and shoved Jax, his head popping off the pillow, "what's wrong?"

You handed the phone to Jax and got up to get dressed, Jax scrunching shut when you flipped on the light. You threw on your clothes and ambled into the bathroom to wash your face before Jax knocked on the doorway with his eyes blarry.

"That was quick?"

Jax nodded, "they can handle it until we get there. Pope gave assurances that this is just a precaution and they're got it handled."

You huffed, "do you believe him?"

Jax shrugged, "we'll see won't we? I'll drive, you get some rest." You went to protest and Jax stopped you, "if everything goes to shit, you'll be the one keeping Abel safe while I handle business."

You shot Jax a look, "ok. We better leave now, there's no point waiting for the daylight."

****

You stopped by the house to get some clothes before you headed to T-M for the lockdown, Jax's ear stuck to his phone while you packed. Your home was already empty, Sam having gotten Ima and Abel safely to the Clubhouse the moment the call came in.

Jax hung up just as you packed your guns and came over to help, "do you know any more?"

Jax nodded, "Pope know who it was. An old rival just got out, he's been planning a takeover from the inside. The second he got out he made the call to hit one his Pope's warehouses and now we're here."

You huffed, "doesn't Pope have cops who could have warned him this was coming?"

Jax sighed, "he does. The cops didn't know. This guy didn't let anyone know what he was planning, there was no chatter until it jumped of."

You leaned against the gun locker and rubbed your face, "you sure Pope's going to deal with it? Jumping into a gang beef is about a far from legit as it gets."

Jax ran his hand through his hair, "yeah, the guy the grabbed said there was a hit squad going after all of us. Pope sent his assassins the shot caller. He assured me that nothing was going to touch us and this guy would be dead by midnight tomorrow."

You shook your head, "he can't make that promise, this guy would have gone to ground. How can he be sure that his black ops group will find him?"

Jax swallowed, "I'm sure you know about his five million dollar guarantee?" You nodded, "well, Pope's promised that on top of another two million for the first man that turns on his boss and gives up his location."

You blinked, "that will do it. Still, everyone should be a high alert. If this shot caller has promised his men three empires, you have no idea what they'll do."

Jax lifted one of the duffels over his shoulder, "I know. If they come for us, we'll be ready."

****

The Clubhouse was locked up tight when you and Jax drove in, Rat even checked the bottom of your car with a mirror for an explosive even when you insisted it was fine. You felt an overwhelming sense of pride when you saw how they all worked together, if the Clubhouse was hit they would be able to handle it.

Kozik and Hap walked you inside then went back to their posts, Abel running up to you as you walked in, "hi mummy, I missed you."

You gave him a big hug, "I missed you too. Are you having fun at the sleep over?"

He nodded, "yes, are you and daddy staying here?"

You smiled, "of course we are sweetie. Daddy and I need to see uncle Jucie but we'll be back soon. Can you stay with Sammy until then?"

He smiled, "yes."

Jax ruffled his hair, and you walked away to Juice's newly renovated computer room, Juice turning with a smile when he saw you in the screen.

Jax spoke before you did, easily slipping into leadership, "what do you know?"

Juice clacked his keys, "enough, I'll bring the files in when you call church."

Jax looked relieved, "good, will you be ready in ten?"

Juice nodded, "I'm ready now boss."

Jax smiled, "then head into chapel, we'll be in soon."

You walked out of the room and into the hall, leaning against the wall and taking a deep breath, "do you need me in there or do you have this handled?"

Jax reached out, his hand landing on your hips, "I've got this darlin don't worry."

You smiled, "alright then, I'm going to read Abel an extra long story."

Jax pressed his lips to your forehead, his lips lifting in a soft smile, "I'll try to be in before the end."

****

You had nodded off when Jax came into the dorm, his face a mix of angry and worry, "what's wrong my love?"

He looked over to Abel who was fast asleep, "The Mayans got hit. Everyone's whole, they're weren't all that organised but two of their guys got shot."

You rubbed your face, "shit, what did Pope say?"

Jax swallowed, "he's going to pay them for their troubles and he's sent some of his men watch the Clubhouse until the shot caller is dead. I told him we'd call him if something happened here."

Jax watched your face for signs of worry, "just make sure the guys outside keep their heads on a swivel. These guys are brazen and something tells me they won't stop because children are involved."

Jax's jaw clenched, "I know."

****

You were sitting with Ima in the kitchen when it happened, the alarm rang out and Jax was rushing in with his gun drawn, "you need to get into the bedroom and look after Abel, they're here and they're trying to get in." Jax put a firm hand on your shoulder, "we've got this y/n, I need to be there to keep our child safe." You started walking and Sam rushed in to scoop Ima up, following you and Jax to the dorm.

Sam and Jax didn't spend long in the bedroom. Sam pressed a kiss to Ima's kiss, then dropped to his knees and kissed her belly before telling her he loved her and then he was off, gun in hand.

You watched him go and Jax brought you into his arms, "I'm not going to let anything happen you anyone."

You hugged him back then pulled away, "I know. Go, they need you."

Jax broke from you and walked off and the locking of the door had to have been the loudest thing you had heard in years. The whole exchange from the kitchen to now must have been no more than two minutes, it was another two before the shooting started.

You and Ima moved over to the bed and you sat closest to the door, ready to pull your gun. Abel was still asleep and Ima reached over, soothing him with her hand cheek, "Do you think they'll be ok?"

You nodded, "I do. I know it might not make much sense, but there's not enough nosie to worry me." You paused, and three pops rang out, "that pattern is how we're trained to shoot, aim, three squeezes of the trigger, check the target's status, move to the next target. When it comes in short, uneven bursts you worry."

Her hand moved to her belly, "tell me more, Sam's been good about telling me about the shit that happened over there but…" Her voice stuttered

You didn't break eye contact with the door as you spoke, "but knowing helps." You paused to listen more, the gunshots had stopped and your hand moved to your gun, "there's no noise now, that's normal. If we were somewhere else, you'd expect single shots."

She blinked, "from what?"

You kept your eyes locked on the door, "clean up."

The sound of the door rattling had your hand gripping your gun, ready to raise it at whoever came through the doorway, "darlin, it's me."

You relaxed and the door swung open, "what's the damage?"

Jax walked in, "they sent nine guys, seven of them are dead and Happy's working over the other two until Pope's men arrive. Hale knows what's going on, we're good on that end."

You looked him over, he had blood on his hand, "how many shots were fired?"

Jax swallowed, "three, as far as the cops and the neighbours are concerned, someone was fucking with a gun."

He glanced at Abel, "he's still fast asleep."

You nodded, "yep, you were quiet."

Jax looked down at his bloody hand, "yeah, we didn't want to worry anyway and they made it easy for us."

Ima stood up before placing her hand on your shoulder, "I'm going to find Sammy, I'll leave you two to talk."

You shot her a smile and Jax came and sat down next to you, "you good?"

He nodded, "yep, it was easier than I thought it would be."

You swallowed, "stabbing someone or giving out orders?"

Jax's face didn't change, "both. The shooting was from Sam, he spotted someone trying to get into a window. Pope and his men will be here soon, it is alright if I wait with you until then?"

You nodded, "yeah. How long do you think that took?"

Jax's face wrinkled, "it's strange, I know it couldn't have been more than ten minutes but it felt like hours."

You held up your phone, the stopwatch frozen. "It took seven minutes and twenty eight seconds for when I heard the front door close. Good work Jackson, you should be proud of yourself."

He smiled softly, "I'm proud of them."

You reached out and brushed a fleck of blood off his cheek, "I'll clean you up, let's hope Hap has something by the time Pope and his men get here."

Jax gave you a look, one you knew well, "he will, don't worry."

****

It took an hour for Jax to return with Pope, his face was neutral but you could tell by his eyes that it was good news. "It's being dealt with darlin, we should be home by tonight."

You nodded, "good," you turned to Pope, "this isn't going to blow back on us is it?"

Pope shook his head, "no, I can assure you we are dealing with it. We greatly value this relationship, we don't want to change that."

Jax waved you out of the room, "go get yourself something to eat, I'll be out in a little bit."

You smiled, "alright my love."

Pope smiled at you, "you have nothing to worry about."

You gave him a slight nod, "thank you Damon."

Jax joined you not long after, sitting next to you and placing his hand on your bouncing leg, "Pope left out the back. Hap got the guys we grabbed to give up the shot callers location, Pope sent his hit squad to deal with it."

You sighed, "so when can we go home?"

Jax wrapped his arm around your shoulder and twirled a strand of hair around his finger, "soon, he's going to tell us when it's done. You wanna go outside and play with Abel?"

You nodded, "yeah, that would be nice." You hopped up and Jax pulled you into a hug, his arms squeezing you tight.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to us darlin, I promise."

You smiled and craned your head, pressing your lips to his, "I know Jackson, I love you."

He smiled, his hand coming up to stroke your cheek, "I love you too."

You made your way outside, Abel running up to Jax and jumping into his arms, "daddy, daddy, I found a lizard."

Jax's face broke into a grin, "can you show me?" He put Abel down and hr grabbed Jax's hand, dragging him over by the swings. Jax bent down and looked where Abel was pointing and sure enough, there was a lizard bathing in the afternoon sun, "that is a cool lizard."

You sat in Jax's lap while Abel hopped onto the swing, twisting the chains around and then letting them go, laughing like a manic the whole time. You must have stayed in Jax's arms and watched Abel play for hours because before you knew it, a text came through and Jax flashed you his phone.

"The problem has been handled, we'll give you twenty per cent of next month for your troubles."

It felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, "it's really over, isn't it?"

Jax buried his face in your hair and took and deep breath, "yeah darlin, it is."

Snippet 7 - The Victor Part 63

There are only three parts left after this dear readers!

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00katrinka00 · 3 months ago

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Landcaster Legacy Gen 7 Update #61

Dear Diary, Things aren't going so well here in Del Sol Valley. I burned the kitchen down. We're all struggling for money and Lacy doesn't seem to be trying very hard to get a job. I guess Jenna has a date tonight, so there's that. -Violet

In regard to the girl's money problems, Jenna is working overtime trying to get more videos out. This one happens to be a 'Get Ready With Me' for her date later tonight.

Lacy on the other hand doesn't seem to be working too hard to find auditions.

"Lacy, we need to talk," Violet said later that day. "Why haven't you had a single audition yet? You're talented, I know you'd book the parts, but it doesn't even seem like you're trying." "Excuse me?" Lacy asked angerly. "This is a lot harder that it seems."

"Don't get pissy with me, I'm trying to make sure we're all pitching in, so we don't get evicted," Violet snapped. "Oh yeah? Well, it feels like you're micromanaging our lives. Mind your own dam business." "If you can't find auditions then you need to get another job."

"I'm serious about this. We NEED to be able to pay rent so if you can't find acting jobs then you need to work somewhere else in the meantime. Be a barista, a cashier, I don't care but don't continue sitting on your ass and make Jenna and I pick up your slack." "Get. Out."

Before Violet and Lacy had a chance to resolve their argument, Jenna called them into her room for final opinions on her outfit. "Is this too 'suburban mom'?" "It looks cute," Violet told her. "Definitely a cute first date outfit." "Okay, good. I hope this date goes well."

"So," Jenna began. "What do you do for work?" "I manage an investment firm," Marcus explained. "We have lots of clients in Del Sol and San My, so I travel between the two cities often." "That's so cool. I've never been to San My before." "Maybe I can teleport you out some time."

Jenna and Marcus continued their conversation until it was time to place their order. Both got the salt and pepper shrimp cocktail.

"Tell me more about your SimTube channel." "Oh, well it's not much yet," Jenna said sheepishly. "I mean it's been a bit difficult to start receiving royalties, but I'm putting everything I have into it." "I hear consistence is key on that platform." Jenna nodded her agreement.

Soon their food was brought out, "so how does it taste to you?" Jenna asked. "Honestly this is really poor quality," Marcus admitted. "It's giving me a bad aftertaste." "I wonder how they managed to mess yours up so badly when mine is fine," Jenna observed. "Beats me."

When the date was over Marcus walked Jenna back to her house and he even gave her a rose. "I had a great time today; we'll have to do this again sometime." "That sounds like fun." Without another word Marcus leaned in for their first kiss.

Inside, Lacy was checking herself out in the mirror as Jenna came back in from her date. "He was so hot," Lacy told her. "I know!" Jenna exclaimed. "It was basically the perfect date. He has business in San My, but when he gets back we're planning to go out again" "That's great!"

"What are you all dressed up for?" Jenna asked. "I'm going to the club tonight. I have to blow off some steam after my fight with Vi. Want to come?" "I really shouldn't. I have videos to edit." "Don't be boring like Vi." "Seriously Lace. Violet has a point." "Whatever, bye."

With Lacy at the club, Jenna changed into comfier clothes and got to work editing.

Meanwhile, Violet was practicing her guitar. She wants to increase her skill before going to busking tomorrow, maybe it'll actually get her some tips this time.

At the club, Lacy ran into a familiar face. "It's you again," Carla commented. "I needed to let loose a little, it's been a long day," Lacy told her. "No judgement here. I can help you loosen up if you'd like."

Lacy and Carla found a nice quiet corner of the club. "I think you turned my whole day around," Lacy flashed one of her award-winning smiles. "I can make it even better if you'll let me." "I'll let you do anything you want."

"In that case," Carla pulled Lacy in. "Why don't we just head back to by place?" Lacy asked between kissed. "I like where your head is at."

Needless to say, Lacy and Carla had a fun night.

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harrison-abbott · 1 year ago

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Timpson

Timpson worked for a major car company for most of his life. That is if you consider that he started working with them when he was 20 and he died just before retirement age at 62. When he was twenty he was thrilled to get the job and he poured his entire conviction on working with the company. And his efforts seemed to work – for he rose up the hierarchy quickly and was an assistant manager at the age of 25. Honestly, it was a great group to work for; they gave you paid holidays each year. And they’d pay for Timpson to head down south, or wherever, to other cities to make new business deals.

There was a period in his twenties when he had a girlfriend also. She left him after two years. Timpson took this pretty bad. And was still thinking about her when he was in his thirties. He gained weight – as most folks do when they get older, but, it was down to his lifestyle as well. Without quite realising it, that loss began to affect his job as well. Not for him negatively. But he began to snap at the colleagues who were on the lower rungs. And he even fired a pair of men who had irritated him. He was proper manager now, you see, and had the power to do so.

But he kept going with things. So what if he was getting a little overweight, and that women didn’t seem to like him. He figured that relying on one woman in existence was not the prudent way to go about existing.

When Timpson was in his forties, the internet came along. And very quickly it (the net, the WWW) changed the world. And it altered his company along with millions of others across the planet. They had to figure out new ways of selling and manufacturing cars. And his position in the firm changed, because he had to learn further skills, which was a bit trickier at his age. Plus, they hired drafts of younger men who were quick with their internet knowledge. Timpson survived it for the time being. But he grew less aggressive with his staff, ironically, since now he felt threatened by them.

In his fifties, the company was overtaken by a new group of owners. Who bought the whole paradigm. The head CEO was quite the brute. For in the weeks following his takeover he sacked hundreds of the staff. Timpson feared he might get the guillotine … And he was called in to a meeting one day. Wherein he was sure he was going to get axed, but, they were demoting him instead. It was quite bewildering, how they explained the demotion: but basically he was being moved to a different plant, and a group of other men were coming in to do his old job. Timpson accepted, with a puzzled air.

His new job was in a small office, the other side of the city. Timpson discovered, when he started there, that he was by far the oldest man in the workplace. The younger people very quickly began to terrorise him. Not because they were especially rude but because they were so annoying. Their thin bodies, flat chests, and numerous of the ladies were very pretty. Curly hair and lipstick and the witchy grace of their perfume. Timpson went back to his upper staff in his old plant and he asked them if they could bring him back here, and pointed out other roles that he could do. He was firmly rebuked. And they said it was either this new role at the office or he would be terminated. So he had to keep trudging on the metro to this office every day. Timpson did have a handgun at home and he fantasised about taking it in to the workplace and, well, doing some carnage with it. He got to his 60th birthday and then he was 61. On his 62nd birthday he was celebrating by himself in his house. And got a bit drunk. And shot himself in his bathroom, with said handgun. He just could not cope with what he’d made with his entire life and there was something thrilling about the idea of his brains lain out across all of those white tiles.

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soup-14 · 2 years ago

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Five x reader blurb

I just expect new Five fanfics to be written and there for me every second of the day.

Not like there’s actual people thinking of and writing these ideas 🙄😩

Not like it also takes me like a week to write a one shot 😭

So here's a Five x reader thought to ease my brain.

Tags: platonic Klaus, romantic Five, fluff, angst ig, some silly moments.

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Imagine getting separated from him in the 60’s and that moment when you all reunite and you see him again.

For him it’s only been a couple days

For you it’s been years.

When you fell into that alley way you were incredibly distraught. Not unfamiliar with the act of time travel, but Five or another commission partner was always there. You were alone, stranded in a different place and time, stuck in a younger body. The things that could happen.

You searched for any sign of the date. Newspapers, posters. It was 1961.

You’d wandered around that alley for hours. Waiting for someone else to show up.

You gave up after a while, deciding to ask strangers for help. How would any of them help you find your strange time scattered family.

You spotted a flyer, a flyer with a familiar face on it… Klaus. Looks like he was a messiah or something. You wouldn’t question it. You just knew you had to find him.

You hitched a ride, and found yourself at a big mansion. You don’t know how long Klaus had been here but damn he’s moved up in the world.

You wandered into the large house looking for him. People in light turquoise tunics were everywhere. One woman stopped you in the main foyer. “Welcome traveler, are you here to join us in our endeavors?” She asked. “Um- I’m looking for Klaus.” You held up the flyer. “The prophet! Yes, he’s right this way.”

The woman led you to a bedroom in the back of house. She pushed open the double doors to reveal the man you’d been looking for, bent over in downward dog.

The woman cleared her throat “Prophet? There’s someone here for you.”

Klaus rose from the floor and turned to face you. As soon as he saw you a bright smile plastered his face. He let out a breathy chuckle and clasped his hands together. “Y/n! You’re here!” He held his hands out and walked towards you. “Oh it’s been so crazy, when did you get here?” He asked placing his hands on your shoulders.

“It’s good to see you Klaus, I’m glad I found at least one of you idiots. I’ve been here since like yesterday. I uh, saw your flyer.”

“Mm yeah those…” said Klaus. “I got here like a year ago. Tricked some rich old lady.” Klaus giggled.

“We should find the others.”

“What? Why?” Klaus whined. “I’m having a good tiimeee. And besides some of them might not even be here yet. I’m sure Five will come collect us when the world is ending… again.”

“Five.” You say.

“Oh yeah… I don’t know if he’s here yet babe. Don’t go hurting yourself looking for him though, you know him… he’ll find us.” Klaus says in his melodic way.

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When Diego showed up at the mansion to collect you and Klaus- or rather Ben- apparently. It was safe to say you were ecstatic. Diego didn’t have a lot of time to explain, but he did say that Five had found a way to get back to 2019.

Ben had some “unattended ghost business” to attend to so you sat around waiting for him for a good 10 minutes. Anxiously biding your time, shaking your leg, biting your nails. Five always told you to top doing that.

You hadn’t seen him in two years. You were shamed to admit that sometimes you would forget about what happened before ending up in 61. Maybe Klaus’ cult lifestyle really was calming the mind.

You don’t even know if Five missed you as much as you did him. You don’t know how long he’s been here, but the only thing on your mind is how you can’t wait to see him.

———

Klaus/Ben dragged you out the front door of the mansion, leaving the cult behind. No goodbyes, no last words of wisdom. Except for something from The Backstreet Boys.

The two of you rushed all the way to town and to the shop Diego told you to meet at.

Klaus stumbled into the alley way, struggling against himself, smacking himself in the face, shoving himself around. He ended up projectile vomiting across the ground, and whining on his knees.

Five yelled at him and threw the briefcase into the air as it went off. Their best chance of escape- gone.

Five; blinded by his rage didn't seem to notice you standing at the end of the alley.

“It was a simple task!” He complained, “meet me here within the time I told you, and we all get our real lives back! But no! Of course only two of you show up!”

“Three, actually.” You say, walking down the alley towards Five.

He turns towards the sound of your voice. His eyes grow wide for a second and a quick smile spreads on his lips. Your name comes out soft and breathy, as if he can’t believe you’re really there.

A grin is plastered across your face, and your eyes water at the sight of him. Your steps towards him quicken and his do as well. He meets you halfway and blinks right up to you, arms already open. You crash right into his arms, grip the back of his blazer, and bury your head into the crook of his neck. You breathe in his familiar scent and release a shaky sigh.

“I missed you.” You mumble.

“I missed you too. Are you okay? Not hurt? How long have you been here?” Five bombards you with questions as he pulls away and examines your face in his hands.

“Two years, I got here in 61.”

“I'm so sorry.” Five whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

"It's not your fault. I found Klaus so it was... slightly bearable." you chuckled softly. "How long have you been here?" You ask.

"I got here just a few days ago." Five says.

"Well I'm glad I found you." you say, hugging Five tighter.

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(AN: Next I present to you random dialogue from this story line that I don't want to fully write out into a detailed scenario)

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"Y/n, sweetheart, for the itching." Five says while handing you the bottle of baby powder.

"Itching? There's itching?" Questions Luther. Five ignores him.

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"Can't wait to meet our old selves, it's going to be so weird." You say.

"Focus y/n, we just have to get that briefcase." Five says.

"Yeah fine, you're already paranoid without the psychosis." You say.

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"Who the hell are you?" Asks old Five.

"Who do you think, dumb ass?" Says old y/n.

Old Five looks back and forth between the two y/ns.

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As young and old Five beat the crap out of each other, and occasionally Luther; "Boys." old y/n sighs, wiping sweat from their brow and shifting uncomfortably. "Tell me about it." Says young y/n itching, eyes shifting around paranoid. "Just wait till you meet the rest of his brothers."

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On the farm after Five kills The Handler;

Five lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he watched the last Swede walk away. He turns around and blinks to where you stand. He takes you into his arms and holds you close. You hold him back, although a bit confused.

"What happened Five?" You whisper. You're familiar with Five, and with time travel. You figured he used his power to fix something that happened.

"You died." He mutters quickly, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Ah." You pause. "And you saved me." you reassure him.

He sighs and pulls away. He presses a kiss to your cheek and rests his nose against your temple. "Let's get out of here yeah? Let's go home."

"Yeah, let's go."

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Well that starting as something and then turned into something else. I just have a Five deficiency.

I hope you enjoy whatever the hell this turned out to be.

Um I'm not like taking requests officially but if you have an idea I can try to write it within like a week T-T

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years ago

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Once his parents show up, Lan gets hugged tightly, and then cursed out in Chinese an then hugged tightly again by his mother.

Eventually, everyone is cleaned up and fed, and sitting around the living room and Midge gets to her feet with a record, which she carries to the record player.

“No,” Joel snaps.

“Yep!” Midge tells him.

“Midge.”

“They’re all adults, it’s time everyone knew,” Midge tells him. “We can’t just keep sweeping everything under the rug. The more they know, the more they can make decisions on what to tell people about this crazy fucking family.”

She settles the record down and shifts the needle into place, and suddenly, her own voice is echoing through the living room.

It takes a few moments before all five kids realize what they’re listening to, and all eyes shift to Joel.

“Pop,” Ethan says slowly.

“I was young!” Joel cries.

“He wasn’t that young,” Midge counters.

“Pop,” Esther repeats her older brother.

“Right,” Midge sighs, stopping the record. “In 1958, your father told me he was cheating on me, and then he left.”

“I thought you guys just didn’t get along anymore!” Esther cries. “Pop, you cheated? Like cheated-cheated?”

Joel sighs heavily.

“Gross,” Lily voices.

“What do you know, you weren’t alive yet,” Joel grumbles.

Lan slumps back on the couch, shaking his head, before freezing and doing some math in his head. “Pop. When did you start seeing Penny?”

“...I don’t know.”

“He knows,” Lenny mutters.

Joel blows out a breath. “March...? March of 1958.”

“I was two months old,” Esther snaps. “You started fucking around on Mama right after she gave birth to your child?!”

Ethan snaps his fingers. “I remember Penny Pan! She fed me ambrosia salad and I puked it up on the couch an hour later!”

“Which is how we found out about your coconut allergy,” Joel tells him.

“That’s why you go green every time someone plays that lime in the coconut song,” Kitty comments.

“Can we keep moving this along, please?” Mei asks.

Midge sighs. “So Joel left. I started comedy. I met Lenny. Joel met Mei...and a lot of things happened after that...”

She goes into detail. Getting married again in Vegas by accident. The ups and downs of things with Lenny (including his OD in ‘61), Joel’s ups and downs with the Button club. Everything that happened with the grandparents during those years, including Abe’s illustrious theater critic career. The Matchmaker wars of ‘62. Midge getting kicked off the Shy Baldwin tour in ‘60. Sophie Lennon’s very public 1966 meltdown. Declan Howell’s unexpected death the same year. Lenny’s ‘70 relapse into addiction.

“What about the Maisel and Roth stuff?” Ethan asks. “Is it true Zeyde had ties to Murder Incorporated back in the day?”

“Yes,” Joel says. “To say nothing of Susie’s mob buddies back in the early 60′s, Mei’s entire family being part of a gambling ring, and Noah Weissman’s spook career.”

Lily’s eyes go wide. “Uncle Noah is a spook? Like a real spook? Like a spy-spook?”

“He’s an analyst for CIA,” Midge confirms.

“Uncle Noah killed people?!” Esther cries.

“No,” Midge sighs. “Uncle Noah didn’t kill anyone. He’s a...a researcher.”

“I bet he’s killed at least one person,” Lan chimes in.

“All cops are bastards,” Lenny adds.

Midge rounds on him, annoyed, and he puts his hands up in surrender.

“Also, Midge is related to oil barons in Oklahoma,” Joel tells them.

“Fucking- what?” Ethan asks, bewildered.

Midge blows out as breath. “Grandma Rose was from Oklahoma.”

“No she wasn’t, she was from New York,” Esther argues.

“She was not,” Midge tells them. “She grew up in Oklahoma, she went to Paris in the ‘20′s, and then moved to New York and went to school for a couple of years before marrying Papa.”

“Oil barons?” Kitty asks, bewildered.

“What even is this family?” Lan asks.

“We haven’t even started talking about Mei’s side,” Midge says.

All eyes turn to Mei.

“There’s nothing to tell,” she says smoothly. “My family owned...certain...businesses and...properties.”

“They ran an illegal mahjong ring under the Button Club, and owned every business within a six mile radius,” Joel supplies. “They were the mob.”

“Holy shit,” Lan snaps, sitting at attention, eyes wide. “I’m a mob prince?!”

“No,” Mei snaps. “You are not a mob anything. I went to medical school. I became a doctor! None of the mob stuff ever touched you because we went to visit my parents twice a month, and none of the cousins were ever allowed to babysit!”

“Are we going to jail by association?” Lily asks, looking a little freaked out. “Is that possible?”

“No,” Lenny tells her. “Considering my record, that would have happened already.”

Kitty takes a deep breath and gets to her feet, mimicking Midge’s earlier move of smoothing out her clothing. “I need air.”

Lenny squeezes his eyes as she leaves the room. “Fuck.”

Lan frowns. “What’s with her?”

“She didn’t know about Lenny’s OD, and now she’s pissed,” Ethan explains. “Like big, big time pissed.”

“She’s pissed, what about me?!” Esther cries, rounding on Joel. “You cheated on Mama!”

“It was a long time ago.”

“You stuck your dick in your secretary!”

“Okay,” Ethan grumbles, rubbing his face. “Okay, no, I don’t wanna do this.” He takes a deep breath. “This was a lot of information to take in in one afternoon. Let’s all just...take a break. Cool off. Jump in the lake or something.”

“Can I drown in the lake?” Lily asks. “That feels productive at this point.”

“Lily,” Midge snaps.

“Aaaand break!” Joel cries.

And they do.

#fic #au #tmmm #Mdige x Lenny #Joel x Mei #the siblings

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politijohn · 4 years ago

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The Stock Market is not the Economy w/ Dan Price

Airlines spent 96% of free cash flow on stock buybacks for a decade, then cut 90,000 jobs when trouble hit. Then they got a $50 billion bailout

GE promised its CEO a huge bonus if stock hit $19. It didn’t, so GE re-did contract so the bonus kicks in at $10/share The CEO cut 20% of aviation staff to increase profits and raise the stock to $10 His bonus: $47M. If it goes up again, he gets $270M

JCPenney - April: furloughed 85,000 employees, May 10: Gave CEO $4.5M bonus on top of $17M/yr in pay, May 15: went bankrupt, Oct: laid off 15,000 people, Dec: closed 150 stores, Now: CEO left with $4.5M bonus after stock fell 88% in her 2 yrs

Boeing spent almost all of its cash on stock buybacks over the prior decade. In the past year, it cut 27,000 employees. It also fired its CEO over 2 deadly plane crashes and ensuing coverup, and gave him a $81 million exit package

On Jan. 6, when the mob stormed the Capitol, the stock market went up 250 points to a new record, handing the richest 1% an extra $300 billion. Also that day, a new report showed employment dropped for the first time since April and a then-record 3,900 people died of covid

Albertsons, US’ 2nd-largest grocery chain: *Profit is up 256% in pandemic *Stock at record high *Owned by private equity *CEO made $29M last year *Fired all California non-union drivers to replace them with gig workers with no benefits/min wage

The stock market for the 500 biggest companies ended the year up 15%, among the biggest gains ever. Also in that span, those companies lad off a record number of people, and wait times for food banks hit a record high

As part of the first stimulus, the Fed pumped about $3 trillion into the stock market, which helped it soar to record highs. At the same time, a record 30% of small businesses failed and unemployment tripled

Since 2009, stock market is up 233%. Since 2009, the federal min. wage is up 0%

Coca-Cola - This decade, it spent $48B on dividends and over $20B on stock buybacks 2018: CEO got 58% pay increase 2019: CEO got 12% pay increase, to $18.7M 2020: Company makes $8.3B profit…and it just laid off 12% of workers

Among the biggest 50 companies, they spent 79% of profits on stock buybacks and dividends in recent years to enrich executives and mostly-wealthy shareholders. Last year, those companies combined to lay off over 100,000 workers

Disney stock is up 21% in the past year to a new record high. In recent months they laid off 32,000 people. One of our employees lives near Disney World. Recently there was a line of cars outside his house for a drive-thru food bank 7.5 miles away

In the pandemic, total stock value has grown by $16.6 trillion. $8.3 trillion of that went to the richest 1%, and they pay a lower tax rate than those who are unemployed and need help

Salesforce - In the last 5 years, it has bought 27 companies for tens of billions of dollars. It just bought Slack for $27.7B. Its stock is at record high, up 23% in the past year after revenue surged 29%. And it just laid off 1,000 people

In November alone, the average member of the top 10% gained an average of $200,000 from the stock market while 7M people plunged into poverty

On one day in November: *The stock market hit 30,000 for the first time *Elon Musk became first person to gain $100B in a year *A Census report revealed 6M people face imminent eviction

Uber + Lyft spent $200M on November election ads to convince Californians they shouldn’t pay drivers minimum wage or benefits. In the 2 weeks after passage, Uber stock went up 39% and Lyft stock soared 52%. In return, all drivers were denied basic benefits

Average stock gains over 10 years CEOs with above-average pay: stock up 160% CEOs with below-average pay: stock up 280% And yet CEOs are rewarded whether the stock goes up or down

AT&T - 2018-2019: bought Time Warner for $100B, cut 29,000 jobs May: gave departing CEO $64M pension ($274K/mo for life), laid off 4,700 more workers August: laid off 600 more workers, Now: laid off thousands more - news sent stock up 2%

Marriott - 2018-2019: made $3.1B in profits, spent $5B on stock buybacks April: furloughed most employees, paid $160M in dividends to shareholders, gave CEO a 8% raise and 200% bonus Sept: laid off 17% of HQ staff Now: made $100M profit

$3B: what Jeff Bezos cashed out in stock in one day, as Amazon profits tripled in the pandemic. $2.1B: cost to give all Amazon warehouse workers 2 weeks paid sick leave and a year of hero pay (they got none of either now)

84% of stock market value is owned by richest 10% “but what about 401(k)s” Half of Americans don’t have one The average 401(k) balance has *declined* $5,000 in 6 years after inflation, because employers put in less & people can’t afford contributions

MGM - Laid off 18,000 people while giving its CEO $700K in stock. The value of the stock doubled to $1.4M after the stock went up, partly because of increased profitability due to the layoffs

Wells Fargo made $10B in staff cuts, meaning tens of thousands of employees lost their jobs. Wells Fargo also made a $2B profit, did $24B in stock buybacks last year, and paid its CEO $36M

Black and Latino Americans make up about 32% of the population but own only 1.7% of all stock value

1948-1979: Worker productivity: up 108%, Stock market: up 603%, Worker pay: up 93%. Since then, worker productivity: up 70%, Stock market: up 2,200%, Worker pay: up 12%. Corporations and workers used to get richer together. Now companies just keep the money

Deere - Construction sales are down 25%. Yet, it is posting a $2.25B profit as it cuts thousands of jobs. The result: Its stock grew 23% in a year to a record high. In the week after it announced job cuts, its stock grew 9%

Walmart - Stock is at record high, up 23% in a year. The Waltons have gotten over $20B richer in the pandemic. Online sales are up 74% and market share has grown…and it cut hundreds of corporate jobs

Macy’s - Its stock was down 60% in a year and they cut 3,900 jobs. So what did it do? Gave its CEO a $3.7M bonus, and gave about $1M each to 5 other execs

CEOs justify huge pay by saying they’re worth it. But there’s no correlation between profit and CEO pay at 61% of corporations. Since 1990, stock market: up 300%, CEO pay: up 550%

Stock for the parent company of Ann Taylor, Loft and Lane Bryant is down 75% in a year. It closed all 2,800 stores. So what did it do? Gave executives $5.5M in bonuses, including over $2M to the CEO

Where proceeds from stock buybacks + dividends went over the last 15 years: White people: $13 trillion, Black people: $0.18 trillion Hispanic people: $0.21 trillion When we talk about the systemic racial wealth gap, this is a pretty good place to start

Amid the early days of the pandemic, stocks grew 38%, the most ever in a 50-day span. At the same time, thousands of small businesses closed each day while thousands of people died from covid

Google - Stock at all-time high. $6.8B profit last year. Founders Page + Brin added $10B+ to fortunes in a year. Offered jobs to over 2,000 people and axed them w/ no severance before they ever worked a day - after they already left their prior jobs

Companies did $62B/year in stock buybacks in the ‘80s and ��90s. Now they do $730B/year in stock buybacks. Worker pay increases are far smaller now than they were in the ‘80s and ‘90s

Chevron - Its CEO made $33.1M/year. 5 other execs made a total of $59M. It spent $13B on stock buybacks and dividends in a year then laid off 10-15% of its staff

Big companies don’t just spend profits on manipulating stock. They are a record $10 trillion in debt - mostly for stock buybacks + dividends to enrich themselves. When the bill comes due, layoffs typically ensue

In April, a record 30M people lost their jobs and small businesses lost 55% of their revenue. At the same time, the stock market rose the most since 1987 and billionaires gained $308B

#Eat the rich #capitalism #stock market #economic inequality #the left #working class #long post #us politics

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nightjung · 4 years ago

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Wow your works amazing! Can I request 60 and 61 with fuckboy jaehyun and shy girl👀

𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐬

Fuckboy!jaehyun x shygirl!reader

60. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

61. “Say it.”

warnings: oral (receiving)

a/n: here you go! sorry it took so long, but i hope you like it haha this was super fun to write

It was a cold night, a silent one, matter in fact. You and Jaehyun had left a party a little earlier than you thought because of some altercation with you and his ex-girlfriend. Apparently, she said something that set you off, but you were more grounded to hold it in, which made Jaehyun hot-headed because you were always stubborn like that. Jaehyun’s ex-girlfriend had a way with her words, it was always good at slithering its way into other’s heads, this time yours. She had told you that Jaehyun never settles, they only dated for 9 months, and that’s his longest relationship. He has a famous history of sleeping around on campus, you knew that going into this relationship, but just like all of the other girls you fell into his trap.

Jaehyun's knuckles were white as a ghost as he drove the two of you home. You refused to tell him, nervous that things would end so soon. You wanted this relationship to work so badly, but it didn’t take you long to spill the beans.

“And you believed her? You think that I don’t take this - us - seriously?” Jaehyun’s voice rose, which made you nervous because he was never angry or at least angry enough to raise his voice at you. He knew better than that because you were always reserved, quiet, never liking any loud noises.

“Well, how could I, Jaehyun? When all the girls are eating me with their dirty glares and silently making fun of me. I told you, I never wanted to go to this party because I wasn’t ready to meet this part of your life.” You choked out the last part as tears slowly streamed down your face. You were so embarrassed about getting tripped up over something about this. You know Jaehyun loves you with all of his heart, but the thought of him leaving you always scares you.

Pulling into your parking garage, you caged yourself in your arms, crossing them in front of you as Jaehyun slammed his door and didn’t wait for you as he sauntered up to your apartment. You quietly followed him as you both made your way up. You fumbled with the keys in your hand when he waited for you to open the door and as soon as the door opened, Jaehyun walked in first with his hands sitting on his hips as you locked the door behind you.

Your gaze glued to the ground, knowing that he was mad at you, “I’m sorry,” you sniffled.

At that moment, Jaehyun’s heart softened. He was so mad and caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t even know he was making you think that he was made with you, that he was hurting you. But in all honesty, he was mad at himself for taking you to that dumb party.

“No,” Jaehyun walked up to you, pulling him into your arms, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you do something you weren’t ready for.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. You’re not okay because of it. I wish I hadn’t taken you there. You know that this isn’t a game, right? I love you, I genuinely do, y/n.”

You pulled away and glanced at him, it made you upset that you made him think that he was his old self again, when in actuality, he was a better person because of you.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I’m so sorry tonight made you question that.” Jaehyun kisses the top of your head.

You are his girl, the quiet girl that got partnered up with his lazy ass in philosophy. You did all of the work without complaining, ever since then, he thought you were adorable whenever you were so focused on something. To this day he still feels bad for making you do all the work, but he knows you’re not one to hold grudges. You have such a big heart to him and for the first time, he managed to chip a little of your heart.

“It’s fine now,” you buried yourself closer to his chest, Jaehyun didn’t hesitate to squeeze your petite body closer to him.

You two stayed in that position for a long time, with you in his arms in the dark apartment as you never bothered to turn on the lights. He swayed you side to side like the beating of your hearts were the beats of the music.

In a whisper, you hummed, “I love you Jung Jaehyun,” a peaceful smile settled on your lips. It was the first time you said his entire name and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel butterflies.

Jaehyun pulled away to put his hands on your cheeks, “I love you too, you’re so amazing,” without hesitation, he pressed his lips on yours, the plump of his bottom lip fitting perfectly between yours.

It was a passionate kiss that he meant for it to be innocent, but could you help the boy when he was falling more in love with you by the minute? With caressed hands wrapping around your hips, Jaehyun pressed your body against his. Your body was warm, it held a lot of love for him and he couldn’t help but melt in your embrace. Jaehyun’s hands wandered to your legs and you jumped, clinging onto him as he attempted to walk to your bedroom. With your lips occupied on Jaehyun’s and his hands busy in maneuvering around the walls, you finally found yourself on your bed as Jaehyun attempted to take off your jeans.

“What the fuck-these are so tight,” he struggled as the hem of your jeans got stuck at your feet.

You chuckled at the struggling male and offered to take them off yourself but he was reluctant in taking care of you and letting you rest, making him do all the work. It only took him a while to finally strip you, you laid on your bed completely naked in front of your lover as he took his time in kissing each inch of your limbs. You held your heart in your throat, sheets in your fists as you attempted suppressing your moans every time his lips made contact with your skin.

As soon as his gentle hands pried your legs apart to peer at you glistening womanhood, you hissed at the cold air hitting your throbbing sex. Jaehyun was slow in his movements, taking the naked view of you in, imprinting it in his mind.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers to himself as a finger traces through your slit.

A quiet yet impatient moan escapes your lips as he coats his long fingers with your essence, Jaehyun knew exactly what he was doing to you. Your mind went back and forth, debating if you should beg for him or stay silent.

“Come, baby, say it,” Jaehyun smirks, he can tell by your tense body and wandering eyes that you had something to say for him. He knows what it is, he just wants to hear you beg.

“Jeez,” you sighed, surrendering, “just eat me out, please, please, please,” you beg.

Jaehyun tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, finally hearing you beg for his tongue on your sex, “you don’t have to ask twice.”

Maybe this is how the sky felt once the stars were awakened, finally relieved to breathe. An awaited moan was released from your lips as soon as you felt Jaehyun’s hot tongue and warm lips. He sent you to the sky and back with each stroke of his tongue.

“Oh, god,” you shut your eyes tight as your back arches from the feeling of his tongue sucking your clit.

When Jaehyun replaces his tongue with your fingers, you swear you felt like the sun. You felt like he was your world and you were his sun. His tongue would always work wonders on you, whether it was speaking, saying filthy things that turned you on, or bringing you to your climax, he never failed to make you writhe under him.

“I-Jae I’m close,” your hands reach for his hair, gently pulling onto his strands. With only a few more strokes and kisses on your clit, you came undone in your lover’s arms with panting breaths.

But now that you were warmed up for him, Jaehyun didn’t plan on stopping there. There was something about you that always left him wanting for more. You were so, so good to him. You have the most undeniably beautiful heart, it was always patient and forgiving. You always gave him unconditional love, he was weak for you and your love for him.

After pecking your lips, Jaehyun took his hardened cock and pumped it in his hand before slowly bringing the tip to your entrance. You slightly jolted from the contact of his throbbing member, but he was gentle in entering you. Both of you let out a moan at the feeling of your walls swallowing Jaehyun’s large cock. You held his shoulders as he buried his face in your neck, giving you reassuring kisses, they felt so relaxing that you felt like you could stay like this for the rest of the night, but you’d be lying if you said you also didn’t want more. You tapped his back, letting him know that he can begin moving and he didn’t hesitate to.

Each time Jaehyun’s hips met with yours, you would let out a little hum of satisfaction. He held you close to his body, his hands caressing your waist like you were the most precious thing on Earth to him. Little did you know that you were. He used each inch of his palms to feel each centimeter of your skin, the layers in his hands desperate to feel all of you.

The way your eyes glistened whenever you talked about something you adored made him adore you, even the tiredness in your face after a full day of classes, he still thought you were beautiful. But right now, at this moment, the way you looked at him with full of love below him made his breath hitch.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” Jaehyun kissed your collarbone.

“I’m yours, I’m yours Jaehyun,” you pant.

The pace of Jaehyun’s hips snapping against yours was fast, they were endless. Each time he rammed into you, his tip hit the sweetest spot you could ever ask for and when it did, your moans dripped like honey. If you could get a taste of the sweetest honey, it would be right now, right when Jaehyun abuses your sex and brings his fingertips to your clit.

“O-oh...I’m close,” you inhale a sharp breath.

“Cum. Do it for me, angel,” Jaehyun kissed your temple, ramming into you faster, his pace driving you to both of your climaxes.

And just like that, like the ocean waves, a large overwhelming feeling of pleasure fogged your mind as your cries were as loud as the crash. Jaehyun held you in his embrace as your limbs shook, you felt a smile grow on his lips as you calmed down.

“I’m sorry if I ever hurt you or made you question my love for you. I’m not who I used to be, you know that, right? And it’s all because of you,” Jaehyun whispered lovingly in your ear, “and I wouldn’t change a thing.”

#jaehyun imagines #jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun imagines #nct smut #jaehyun au #my writing

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chefdoeuvre · 4 years ago

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Cliché

Kelly Severide

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader

Description: Why try hard when you can be cliché?

Words: 1,254

Requested: yes by anonymous; Can you please do a Kelly Severide imagine with numbers 47 & 50? X

Warnings: hospitals, and probably incorrect medical terminology.

A/N: I'm so excited to write for my baby Kelly I hope this request is what you were hoping for. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors.

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Firehouse 51 somehow always ended up with the most calls in Chicago. However, you wouldn't have it any other way. There was a slight problem though, you were crushing hard on Squad three's lieutenant, Kelly Severide. He was the resident playboy, which meant you would never have a chance with him anyway. This particular shift you were getting calls left and right. Something to do with the winter weather and bad luck of the Chicago residents.

You had so many calls that no one had time to sit down for breakfast or lunch and you were nearing dinner with nothing but a granola bar you scarfed down at the beginning of your shift. Everyone else had found moments to sneak in snacks throughout the day yet you had no such luck. You ate your last granola bar that morning and didn't want any of the snacks stored in the kitchen. You weren't so much as picky, but you just didn't find any of the snacks you had at the firehouse appetizing. Hence the fact you always packed your own granola bars. You thought you had packed extras before arriving to this shift but you were proven wrong when your stomach growled while at your last call and just had a discarded wrapper to spare in your locker.

After finishing up the call you all but threw yourself into the truck as you headed back to the firehouse. Your head was already beginning to pound at the sound of the ambulance's sirens fading while they drove off to Med. You let out a quiet sigh as you leaned your head back and closed your eyes, doing your best to drown out the loud sounds around you. Soon enough, you had made it back to the firehouse and hopped out of the truck stripping back to your regular clothes. A sharp pain struck you in your temple as you placed a hand to your head and squeezed your eyes shut. You subconsciously let out a wince as the pounding became harder to bear and black began to dot your vision. You were the only one left on the apparatus floor as you reached your hand out grabbing at the truck for support.

From the other side of the truck, Kelly heard a wince as he furrowed his brows and rounded the corner to find you barely upright holding onto your head.

"Y/N?" Kelly asked in concern.

You peeked up at where the voice was coming from as black was almost completely taking over your vision, "Kelly?" You whispered out before stumbling forward.

Kelly lunged toward you and wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you stable. You let out another wince before stumbling again and falling limp in Kelly's hold. He gently lowered you down to the ground when conveniently ambulance 61 rolled into the apparatus floor. Sylvie quickly hopped out as she made her way toward the two of you.

"What happened?" Sylvie asked as she kneeled down to check you over.

"I don't know, she just passed out." Kelly shook his head.

You let out a quiet groan, slowly coming to.

"Hey, you alright?" Kelly asked you softly as he brushed the stray hairs that fell out of your ponytail out of your face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You nodded, slowly trying to push yourself up to a sitting position.

Kelly looked at you in disbelief, "you just fainted into my arms, it's kind of hard to believe that you're fine."

You waved a dismissive hand, doing your best to get into a standing position. Before you could straighten yourself out black dotted your vision again as Kelly quickly wrapped his arms around your waist. You stumbled slightly before Kelly decided to lift you into his arms. He wrapped one arm around your back and placed the other under your legs, lifting you up bridal style. Sylvie instructed him to load you into the back of the ambulance saying that they were going to take you to Med to get checked out.

After being admitted Sylvie and Gabby left to head back to work while Kelly decided to stay by your side. He had already informed Boden about the situation who asked his lieutenant to keep him updated. Currently, you were asleep while Kelly held onto your hand with one of his while the other texted Casey all of the details to relay back to the rest of the firehouse. Apparently, you had passed out due to a combination of dehydration and hunger. You were hooked up to an IV to help with your current state.

You peeled open your eyes only to shut them immediately due to the bright lights blinding you. Letting out a quiet groan you open them again only to be faced with steel-blue eyes filled with concern.

You furrowed your brows at the sight of the man you'd been dreaming about thinking you were either dead or still asleep, "am I in heaven?" You whispered out.

Kelly's face broke out into a smile showcasing his best features and let out a light laugh, "no, you're in the hospital." Kelly corrected with a shake of his head.

Your furrowed brows rose up once your memory came flooding back to you. You pushed yourself up to a sitting position as you mulled over the memories. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment at the fact you practically fell into Kelly's arms.

"What's up with the blushing?" Kelly asked in a teasing tone.

"I totally made a fool out of myself." You shook your head covering your face with your free hand only to find it interlocked with Kelly's.

Your eyes widened at your two hands looking up at Kelly before turning your attention back to your hands. He gave you a soft smile and just leaned back into his seat as your mind continued to run a mile a minute.

"You done freaking out?" Kelly asked in amusement.

You were wondering how he could be so nonchalant about this entire thing. You were holding hands with the guy you've had the hots for practically since you started and he was sitting there acting as if you've done it before.

"Not really." You shook your head still trying to wrap your mind around the fact his hand fit perfectly in yours like a romance novel cliché.

"Well, I was thinking when you were done with that we could go out for dinner. You know since our shift is basically over and you desperately need to get some food in you." Kelly suggested looking at his watch to check the time.

"Like a date?" You practically squeaked.

"Of course." Kelly nodded with a wide grin.

"You're being serious right now? Like this isn't some cruel joke?" You questioned.

"Deadly. I'm just glad I found a semi-good time to work it into a conversation with you." Kelly shrugged as he started playing with your fingers.

You still sat there in shock as you listened to the words come out of his mouth. The Kelly Severide wanted to go out with you this whole time and waited until you were in the hospital to ask you out.

"Maybe I should try being more cliché." You murmured out loud.

"You definitely should. It's cute." Kelly nodded his blue eyes sparkling when they connected with yours.

You looked at Kelly with a wide smile that he returned. Maybe you should've been cliché from the start if it got Kelly to look at you like this.

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Commissioned @surreal-duck for this art of Hop wearing a C x L hoodie! He’s always happy to rock his big bro’s merch, even when he’s not the Champion anymore <3

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why do these three all have the exact same pose

what are they pointing at

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On the Legendary Wolves’ Plot in Pokéspe SWSH

I really like the way the legendary wolves’ plot is being handled in Pokespe so far. They’ve made a handful of changes and additions to the plot as it’s presented in the games that make it feel integral to the main characters and the overarching story, as well as just being more interesting to follow.

Part of the reason why this plotline is weak in the games is because it’s presented as just a minor subplot. You occasionally get more information about what really happened as you progress through the game, but it doesn’t seem important for you to pay attention to it until you get to the climax and Rose reveals that he’s caused the Darkest Day. Even though you encounter Zacian or Zamazenta in the Slumbering Weald at the beginning of the game, it’s not until Circhester that Hop connects that encounter to the legend you’re unraveling. And in the grand scheme of things, all that encounter does is confirm that the sword and shield Pokémon live in the Slumbering Weald - which Sonia apparently also learns about in a book that mentions Zacian and Zamazenta by name. So, why was it necessary, again?

But right out of the gate, Spe immediately ties the legendary wolves into the main characters’ backstory and motivations. A year prior to the beginning of the chapter, Sou goes to the Slumbering Weald to try to find the Rusted Sword and Rusted Shield. He knows about them – and has an interest in them – because he’s from a family of swordsmiths, and he wants to see genuine, historical pieces of armor in person. Meanwhile, Schilly goes to the Weald to look for a Wishing Star that she had seen falling, since she wants to get it made into a Dynamax Band. The pair encounter the illusory Zacian and Zamazenta, and Sou immediately comes to the conclusion that these two are here to protect the Rusted Sword and Rusted Shield – a conclusion supported by the fact that when they walk through the illusions to try to take a look at the artifacts, they’re knocked out by a flash of light. When they awaken, the Rusted Sword and Rusted Shield are gone - as are all of Schilly’s Pokémon. Sou decides to start traveling with Schilly because he feels partly responsible for her Pokémon going missing, and Schilly decides to compete in the Gym Challenge to spread the word about her missing Pokémon and make it easier for her to find them. Additionally, it’s later revealed that Sou decided to participate in the Gym Challenge so he can get stronger and challenge Zacian and Zamazenta to a battle, believing that they’ll only allow someone with skill as a Trainer and an earnest desire to see the Rusted Sword and Rusted Shield to see the artifacts in person.

So, in short, the reason why Sou and Schilly met and their respective reasons for taking on the Gym Challenge are both intrinsically linked to their encounter with the legendary wolves. This makes the wolves’ presence relevant throughout the whole story, ensuring that the reader doesn’t forget about the encounter by the time it becomes relevant again. (I also appreciate that they gave the wolves a concrete reason to appear before the protags in the Weald, something which the games and anime never really bothered to provide.)

Additionally, the decision to introduce the Rusted Sword and Rusted Shield right away instead of saving their introduction for the climax like what happens in the games was a really smart choice. First, it ties directly into Sou’s interests, giving him a good reason to be interested in the Rusted Sword and Rusted Shield as well as the other legends involving swords and shields. Second, it allows the characters to link together the encounter with Zacian and Zamazenta to the information they’re learning about the legends - Sou observes that the sword and shield held by the statue of the hero in Motostoke as well as the sword and shield depicted on the Hammerlocke tapestries resemble the Rusted Sword and Rusted Shield, suggesting that the legends have a connection to the artifacts. And when I say “suggesting”, I don’t just mean in the sense that it’s something you can interpolate from the text. I mean that Sou literally says, “It’s not entirely unlikely that the three are all the same,” and Raihan brings up later that if they’re the same sword and shield, the legendary wolves may be connected to these events in some way as well.

This is another thing that I really appreciate about the way that Pokéspe is handling this plotline: the characters actually speculate, hypothesize, and draw conclusions about the evidence that they’re being presented with. In the games, most of the encounters with Sonia just involve you pointing out incredibly obvious things about the historical artifact/legend, and Sonia agreeing that they’re significant. She asks a lot of questions, but doesn’t postulate answers to them unless they’re directly being shown to you. And even some of the conclusions she draws seem like leaps of logic, like when she assumes that the statue behind the Stow-on-Side mural must be correct because it was made in “truly ancient times” - like, we just discovered this statue, Sonia. We have no idea how old it is.

But in Spe, the characters draw logical conclusions from the information they have, which means they can figure things out a lot faster than they do in the games and makes the conversation interesting to read whenever they learn new information. For example, Sou speculates that the sword and shield wielded by the hero might’ve had special powers, which is true. How did he figure this out? He explains that he thought about it because the hero used them to fight giant, rampaging Pokémon, which is a bit difficult to accomplish with a normal sword and shield.

Another great example of this is in Hammerlocke vault, when Sou guesses that Chairman Rose wants to cause the Darkest Day. One might think that he’s figuring things out way too quickly, but the thing is, this conclusion makes perfect sense given the information he has. While looking at the tapestries, Sou notices that the first one depicts a Wishing Star falling and the second one depicts the Darkest Day occurring. Thus, he guesses that Wishing Stars might have caused the Darkest Day, a hypothesis that Sonia agrees with because they’ve already figured out that the Darkest Day has a connection to Dynamaxing, and Wishing Stars cause Dynamaxing. But Sou had previously learned from Bede that Chairman Rose is collecting a massive amount of Wishing Stars, so it’s only natural that his next thought would be to wonder if Chairman Rose is - advertently or inadvertently - going to cause the Darkest Day again. This immediately ties the Rose plot in with the legendary wolves’ plot, a connection that doesn’t start to be made until your third visit to Hammerlocke in the games.

In general, the Hammerlocke vault scene is way better in Spe than it is in the games, where all you get is Sonia saying that the disaster depicted is probably the Darkest Day and wondering if there was one hero or two. Besides the conclusions that I already mentioned, Sonia also connects the disaster shown in the tapestries to the disaster shown in the Turffield geoglyph, concluding that they’re both depictions of the Darkest Day. However, Sou points out the lack of giant Pokémon in the tapestries, which are always associated with the Darkest Day. I really like how they point out both the similarities and the differing details between the stories, which makes it a little more understandable why no one has ever put together that this myth of the creation of Galar and the legend of the Darkest Day might be referring to the same event.

Finally, the last major improvement that I want to talk about is the one that was introduced in the latest chapter: an explanation for why the legendary wolves’ existence was lost from the legends. The destruction of the Stow-on-Side mural happens offscreen in this story, which is kind of understandable - the main significance of this statue in the games was to introduce the concept of Pokémon being involved in the legend, which Sou, Sonia, and Raihan had already figured out. This statue holds a completely different significance here: when Sonia is telling the protagonists about the newly discovered ruins, she says that she thinks the mural was put up by someone who wanted to deliberately hide the two Pokémon from the legend, giving all the credit to the humans. She points out the tapestry at Bob’s Your Uncle as further proof of this, which - given its condition - looks like someone threw it away so it would disappear from history.

I don’t believe that the games ever explain how the tapestry ended up in the restaurant, so the fact that it’s given any sort of context here is really neat. But more importantly than that, it’s really interesting that they’re stating outright that the legendary wolves were deliberately removed from the legend. In the games, Sonia wonders why the ruins at Stow-on-Side would be hidden, but doesn’t offer an explanation - she doesn’t even say anything to suggest that it was done intentionally. The question is never brought up again. So I’m really hoping that Spe won’t go that route, and this revelation will have broader implications in the story next chapter or even later - that we’re going to find out who covered it up, or possibly that someone in the present day knows about the cover-up and is willingly propagating it. The immediate assumption is that it’ll be connected to Sordward and Shielbert in some way, since they benefit from the legend being that their ancestors were the heroes who saved Galar. But I think it could also be interesting if we find out that Rose knew about the statue and is deliberately trying to keep the existence of the sword and shield Pokémon covered up - it’d make a lot of sense why he was so unforgiving to Bede for trying to destroy the mural if that were true. Either way, I’m excited to see where they take this concept.

tl;dr The way Pokéspe has been handling the plot points related to the legendary wolves has been really good so far, much better than it was in the games, and I’m very excited to see how it develops going forward!

98 notes • Posted 2021-08-05 01:37:54 GMT

well, no wonder he got lost

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A collection of all the Hops from the latest SwSh round <3

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Wednesday 2 October 1839 Travel Journal

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very fine morning – had Mrs. Wilson – paid her 175/. her bill of last week all but 2 or 3 rubels – breakfast over at 10 – before and after inking over yesterday and reading Schnetzler sun out – warm – F66 ½° in my secrétaire drawer and 50 ¼ north outside the window now at 10 ¼ am

out at 10 55/.. – in 7 minutes at the Podoroshna-office – 7/6 paid – (3.25 R. notes + 1 (20 and 1) 10 silver kopper price) – obliged to go up to sign my name – drove off at 11 20/.. and at the library at 11 25/.. Mr. Atkinson had put the books for us on the table – the 1st I took up was

New Russia – Journey from Riga to the Crimea by way of Kiev...... by Mary Holderness. London printed for Sherwood, Jones and co. Paternoster Row 1823. 8vo. broche – pp. 134.

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October Wednesday 2 Riga timber superior and much dearer than Memel masts from Polish and Russian Ukraine on the rivers Briganskie (Desna) and Soelzs’s branches of the [?] – arrives at Riga in May 4-5/314

p. 10 one Polish britchka [britzka] and 3 kibitkas – party of 11 left Riga November 18 N.S. 1815.

p. 22 Reference to Tookes’ survey of Russia.

p.56 1 Russian pood = 36lbs.

p.59 Tookes’ history of Russia

p.61 handsome Turkish shawls from 500 to 2,000 Rubels no lady well dressed at Kiev without one –

p. 92 1 [archeen] (of cloth) = 2/3 English yard

p. 12 1898 versts from Riga to (p.92) Karagoss (in the Crimea) and reached that place 3 February

p. 103 Dr. Clarkes’ description of Easter in his account of Moscow –

Fraehns’ [catalogue] of Persian Turkish and Arabian mss. ouvrages historiques 35

Poètes 107

Sciences spéculatives et arts 24

166.

this volume (folio) dated St. P. le 9 Avril 1829

18/30 Octobre 1829

Philologie

p. 131 1 Russian [Desaiteen] = 2 ¾ English acres

p. 142 for account of the Nogay tartars see Mr. Whittingtons’ memoir in Walpoles’ travels in the east.

p. 151 Dr. Hunt in his brief account of a Greek wedding says the bride is to be silent for 8 days

October Wednesday 2 p. 147 In the Crimea (at Kaffa [Feodosiia]) the Greeks speak Turkisk [Turkish] and Tartar as fluently as Greek – and many of Mrs. Holerness’ servants spoke 5 languages (Russia included)

p. 163 et seq. great praise of the Bulgarians (near Oddessa etc)

p. 178 the Karaites of whom Mr. Guthrie speaks etc. etc.

p. 190 – 1 the emperor from Moscow to St. P- 483 miles = 728 ½ versets in 36 hours – From Otchakoff on the black sea to St. P- (temple Catherine 2) 1200 miles in 5 days and nights – but the post from Kaffa [Feodosiia] to Moscow in 14 days = 66 miles per day –

p. 195 Lady Craven mistaken in saying rice is grown in the Crimea – no land there fit for it –

p. 197 Tartars there famous for management of bees – said that ‘some of them on seeing the bees at work on the flowers of the field, will directly tell to what village belong’ –

p. 203 ‘the English proprietor in the midst of neighbours and dependents, yet feels a lonely sojourner’...... probably Mrs. H- and her friends were of this no.? –

p. 211 Mrs. H- resided at Karagoss from February 1816 to March 1820.

p. 225 Greeks in Crimea [present] the custom of sprinkling a new-born infant with salt. Ezek. xvi. 4.

p. 231 et seq. account of a Tartar marriage

p. 244 account of Tartar funeral

p. 258 Russian bath heated by a trench full of stones. rendered hot by a furnace below.

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October Wednesday 2 vid. p. 259 et seq. on the food etc. of the Tartars – seldom ‘eat’ fresh milk – on coming from the cow, it is boiled and afterwards churned – the butter then melted and poured into a skin – the buttermilk put into a cask to receive the overplus of everydays consumption

p. 265 the fungus Amadou is boiled and beaten till tender and then dried for use – there is also a lighter kind than the above (which grows on trees) the excrescence of a plant – p. 266 Agirmish (in sight of Karagoss) supposed by Pallas to be the Cimmerian [?] of the ancients –

p. 278 harvest end of June or beginning of July – bearded wheat sown become less likely to shake. Arnoot or spring wheat is sown by Russians etc.

p. 279 Bulgarian – summer hotter winter colder than in

p. 280 England – winter of short duration – breaks up in February so as to plough – March often mild and warm –

Dubois de Montreux sur le Crimée Caucase etc. etc et Sur la Crimée l’ouvrage de un’ intendant

Indicateur des objets rare au musée de Moscow published by Paul de Svignine Imprimerie de Charles Kray St. P- 1826

Lady Craven the rein 1786 (spring) –

October Wednesday 2 Mr. Atkinson came to us – shewed us Lady Cravens’ travels and the guide du voyageur en Crimée par C.H. Montandon. Odessa. Imprimerie de la ville 1834. dedicated à son excellence Mr. le comte de Woronzow - came away from the library at 2 ½ - Mr. Atkinson told us not to give anything – at the Hermitage palace – at 2 ¾ to 4 50/.. – sent by Whitaker my card wrote in pencil présente ses complimens [compliments] et ses remercimens [remercîments] très empressés à son excellence monsieur de Labrinksy – then in the salles – principally salle 5 and 40 and 41 – gave the man 5/. –

home at 5 55/.. – dinner over at 7 10/.. from the palace to Beligard – paid for map of Asiatic Russia monté 10/. + 10/. = 20/. – then home direct at 5 55/.. – ordered the carriage at 9am tomorrow to go to Alexandrovski [Alexandrovsky] – dressed dinner over at 7 10/.. – Mr. Bayley came at 7 ½ and staid till 10 – had tea – not good he allowed – to go to Chaplins’ for tea, and also to see his furs – tea at 100/. per lb. – and 25/. and B- drinks it at 9/. or 10/. a lb. – should see the brick tea – furs very dear – Mr. Law here has including the house (his rooms under the church) £800 a year – Mr. Cammidge reverend of Moscow has a congregation of about 70 – has an allowance from the Russian company – all the exporting to London Riga etc. merchants here must be are members of the Russian company – gave us a note for Cochranes’ travels in Russia and Bremners’ ditto – the church picture a copy from Rubens not Rembrandt – (in the salle with the Paul Potter (41) not given to the church by Sir William Ingleby – by some other baronet B- very civil – if we were going to stay would introduce his family – would be happy to do so on our return – a widowes 16 years but has had his wifes’ sister with him and his daughters – poor man!

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October Wednesday 2 has had a severe illness – appears much broken – came here in 1892 – d’origine from the neighbourhood of not far from Manchester – had called here on Mr. Harrison on the Thursday and he died on the Sunday – Captain Cochrane very excentric – thought to be rather besides himself – Mr. B- knew him – Dr. Granvilles’ work good, but too much on the favourable side – as Dr. Lefevre said nothing that was not true but all couleur de rose – Mr. Atkinson said this morning he knew G- met him in society but he has his note-book out, and made notes even comparatively of all that was said so that really people were afraid – Layard in a great hurry when at the Imperial library Mr. A- did not know or see much of him – he seemed chiefly anxious to copy M. Queen of Scots’ letters – and at this time A- was busy copying them to give to prince Alexander .......... who has published her inedited letters in 18vo. – on our return home this evening found 2 letters for Moscow and 1 for Odessa from Mr. de Fischer and his card, and found 2 letters from Mr. Hodson (John Esquire) for Moscow and one for Odessa, and one directed to me for A- from her sister – her aunt well as usual – Mr. Bayley made no offer of letters, and, of course, I did not ask me for any – did not name or hint at the subject –

at the Hermitage the Vierge d’Albe (salle 5) and the Paul Potter (vache qui [pisse]) and the 4 Clauds’ (salle 40) (morning noon and evening and night) worth all the rest – In salle 40 the chef-d’-oeuvre of Teniers’

October Wednesday 2 and the Rubens from which the English church picture is copied and in salle 41 some fine Murillos (the Repose in Egypt and the lady boy fleeing his dog) – and in salle some fine Van d’Eycks [van Dyck] –

Mr. B- said it must be 30 years since Lord Stuart was here – then Mr. Stuart – could not speak Russ[ian] well but could read it well – and spoke French and German well –

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An Unlikely Couple

Serial Killer Keith x Writer Pidge

(Inspired by the joke in @flannelfangirl fic: Tread Marks.

Pidge was always told that she shouldn't put all her eggs in one basket. She was a smart girl - she had her doctorate in astrophysics at 25, at a young age, she's worked on so many things, patented even more.

But, her friends told her to stop burying herself in work and try something new. So she did. Now, she's attempting to write a novel. She's read so many murder mysteries, so she decided to write one herself. But alas, she's stuck on a murder scene.

She would've tried to search for it on Google, but then again, she didn't want to raise suspicions at the company so she kept silent.

"Ah shit." She grumbled. She threw her head back and frowned. Her coffee sat on the table, her cake slice barely touched.

"Your serial killer is dumb." A voice said. Pidge's eyes snapped open and she rose up and looked at the source of the voice.

"And you are...?"

The raven-haired man shrugged. "Just a man who read your draft."

"And who gave you that permission?"

"You left it wide open on the table."

"That still didn't give you the right."

"Anyway, the killer is a fool. You can't kidnap someone like that. Chloroform doesn't work immediately. It takes about five minutes."

Pidge raised her eyebrow. "And how would you know that?"

The raven-haired man leaned back and smirked. "I'm a serial killer." He folded his arms, looking smug.

Pidge laughed. It resounded throughout the café. The raven-haired man didn't seem fazed.

"You're a serial killer?! What a joke!"

"You don't believe me? Fine. Wait until I show up in your house with a cutlass."

"I dare you, bitch."

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Lionheart: Mages of Voltron

Bonus: Long-haired Keith

Being Half-Galra, Keith is able to use two separate Fires - the regular Fire of heat and destruction and an unusual Purple Flame that which was the combination of his father's magic and his mother's abilities.

After finding the Blue Lion and getting carried to the floating Castle, Keith became Voltron's Red Mage, his Lion and partner being Désordre - The Red Lion Deity of Fire and Chaos.

Out of the other five (yes, there are Six Mages of Voltron), Keith was the first one to bond completely with his Lion, so much so that Désordre is able to manifest in a form of Keith.

Both Mage and Lion are like two peas in a pod —hotheaded, audacious, impulsive and share one brain cell. The two, on their good days, are nothing but the embodiment of chaos, hence the nickname given to them by Lance: "The Chaotic Duo."

Additionally, both are proficient with Swords, Désordre being hailed as not only a Deity of Fire and Chaos, but Swords as well.

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Kidge Child

Kelsey Alexander

"My parents are wonderful artists. After all, their greatest work of art is me. So get that in your thick skulls, fucking extras."

He is the son of Keith and Katie Alexander, the Black and Green Paladins of Voltron. This boy be low on caffeine, low on hacking prowess, but damn, he sure is high on sass.

When he was much younger, Lance always volunteers to babysit because Kelsey is packing those snarky comments, it's never a dull moment with the brat around.

38 notes • Posted 2021-11-13 04:16:18 GMT

The Sword and Shield

The Voltron:LD Shield Hero AU wherein Pidge is Naofumi and Keith is Raphtalia. Dunno if this has been done before...

The thought came when I saw something about Shield Hero S2, and I felt VLD's recurring Sword and Shield theme could be applied (with a dash of romance, of course!)

Also, the original backstories of the Shield Hero characters cannot be applied here.

After journeying together for weeks, probably months, feelings start to catch and Pidge learning more about Keith’s past and how he had no one but Shiro (who's now missing) and he feels like giving up because life is throwing all sorts of shit their way, Pidge says the above...

(I'm weak.)

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48 notes • Posted 2021-08-25 05:52:01 GMT

VOLTRON ROCK BAND AU

So, I'm co-writing a vld fic and decided to do some art for it. I spent a lot of time on their hairs though *cough* Keith *cough cough*. Fic link is right below:

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excusemethatsnotcanon · 3 years ago

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WHY IS A PORN THIS NEXT LEVEL

32 notes • Posted 2021-02-08 02:57:42 GMT

I’m sorry where are these mentally ill demon tranny hackers and where can I sign up Andrew Torba literal CEO of Gab

32 notes • Posted 2021-03-01 04:24:19 GMT

Me and the Cule sat down and watched Willy’s Wonderland for V-day and it was everything I wanted from the film and more. Nicolas Cage is basically Doom Guy, a silent protagonist type with a checklist he performs with rote efficiency, including his 15 minute breaks mandated by the state (even demon slayers gotta Unionize!) There was a little homoerotic tension (then everyone died,) a heartfelt plea for police abolition, The Janitor (Nic’s credit for the film) utilizing both the martial arts of Bajiquan and Arthur Fonzarelli, and it has the only valid use of the song Freebird since 1975. You should give it a watch!

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WE GOT WARIO, WE GOT GANONDORF, WE GOT ZELDA, WE GOT ZERO, WE GOT ROTTYTOPS, WE GOT THAT BITCH FROM BLEACH. SMASH WHO?

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Use Only as Directed

John Egbert is a normal boy who takes his roommate's estrogen as a prank. John still didn't know why he was stealing these pills. They weren't prescribed to him, and they lived up to their name as death mints, but he felt almost compelled...and Rose hadn't noticed yet that she’d been losing her meds at twice the normal rate.

John jumped as someone softly knocked at the door.

“John, are you almost done? It's time for me to take my hormones!”

Shit, it was Rose. John quickly double checked that the bottles were sealed before faux-washing his hands and opening the door.

“Sorry about that, all yours!” John said, gesturing grandly to the bathroom.

“No need for theatrics,” Rose said, sliding past John towards the pill bottles on the counter. “I’ll be in and out like a thief in the night.” She picked the bottles up and shook them before frowning slightly. “It seems they run out faster each month, if only to make me interact with Mother Dearest.”

“What does your mom have to do with hormones?” John asked nervously, watching Rose pop back the spironolactone expertly.

“Oh, she doesn’t trust the ‘bargain basement chemists and seedy pharmacists’ of the world, so she synthesizes my doses herself. It’s cheaper, if a little overbearing.”

John nodded as he watched her stick the estradiol… under her tongue?

“Oh this?” Rose said, noticing his quizzical expression. “If you stick estrogen under your tongue, it dissolves into the bloodstream and provides more bioavailability. You should try it sometime.”

“Wuh-” John sputtered, unable to come up with a response.

“Just kidding, of course.” Rose smiled. “You’re a cis man and as such don’t need hormones, right?” She watched, seemingly satisfied, as John nodded.

———

John snuck out of the bathroom, little blue pills under his tongue, and headed towards the kitchen. “Oh hey Wose,” he said as he waved at his roommate, drinking a glass of Orange Juice.

“Hey Jown,” Rose said mindlessly, barely seeming to be paying attention. “I was just thinking about an assignment I’m having some problems with.”

John swallowed deeply and tried limbering his tongue up through sheer willpower. “Oh, which one?”

“Well, aside from the male assignment I was so ingloriously given-” She chuckled at her own joke and eyed John as if expecting him to laugh along. “The essay Professor Moon gave us on the Practical Applications of Artificial Intelligence in Composition is frankly kicking my ass.”

John brightened up, spotting a chance to talk about something he actually knew something about. This was, in his eyes, a rarity, so he was happy to try and help Rose with the assignment.

A few minutes into the conversation Rose switched from rapt attention to concern, and when John stopped to ask why, Rose reached out to grab his glasses off his face.

“You’ve got a smudge, do you mind?” she asked.

John shook his head, but as Rose delicately removed the glasses they immediately fell out of her grasp and to the floor, cracking.

“Oh no!” John cried out, diving after the now ruined glasses. “My only pair!”

They worried over the glasses for a few minutes before Rose had an idea. “You’re nearsighted too, right?”

“Too?”

"Yeah I used to wear minus 3.3, now I just use contacts," Rose explained. "If your prescription is close to mine, I could lend you an old pair."

"Oh… that's convenient..." John said, suppressing his suspicion that Rose wasn’t only trying to help. "Hopefully the frames aren't too girly." He forced out a chuckle.

“Don’t worry about that John,” Rose said almost... mischievously? She began digging through a bag near her bedroom door. “Aha! These should fit you perfectly.” She smugly held out a pair of sky blue, delicate frames. “And they’re your color!”

“Ha, yeah, funny how that works out, huh?” John said, waiting for a returned laugh that never came. After an awkward moment, he accepted the glasses... and then tried them on. “These fit… surprisingly well actually.” He went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. “I’m surprised. Your face is so much smaller than mine!”

“It’s really not, John.” Rose stood behind John. “It’s all about hair and makeup.”

“Oh that’s interesting, but... your hair is so nice I could never…” He stopped as Rose began carding her hand through his hair. “What are you doing?”

“Just demonstrating, John my dear.” Rose calmlypulled out a brush and some mysterious spray. “Sit still and let me work my magic.”

John decided not to push the issue and let her primp and comb his hair until she was finally done, and he didn’t look half bad. Weirdly feminine in a way he didn’t want to examine, but honestly quite good in a way he didn’t want to interrogate.

—-—-

“Hey John, can I borrow you for a minute?” Rose called, rousing John from reading a textbook far too closely.

He stretched and popped his back as he opened his door. “Sure, what do you need, Rose?”

He jumped back as she held her wrist up to his face just outside his door. “You’re the perfect skin tone match. Would you mind trying on some makeup for me?

“Uh, sure, I guess I already promised,” John said sheepishly. “Why don’t you try it on yourself though?”

“Well, I figured we could have some bonding time. You don’t see the macho type to run away from makeup.”

John shrugged in agreement, though he was actually feeling pretty excited to see Rose’s magic after the Hair Incident.

“And I really want to practice my eyeliner and it’s easier on someone else.”

“Can’t argue with that I guess…” John said, only now realizing he was already in the bathroom. “Uh… where do I sit?”

“You can just sit on the toilet, This shouldn’t take too long.” She patted the seat and, once he’d sat down, began to work.

Aside from a few chidings about watching his lip and not flinching and an accidental brush against a surprisingly sensitive chest, the entire thing went smoothly. Well, smoothly enough. Rose looming over him definitely conjured up some surprising feelings, though he guessed tall goth girls were popular for a reason.

“Aaaaaand we’re done!” Rose called out with triumph. “Now, take a look at the pretty good if I say so myself results!”

John tentatively stood up and turned to the vanity mirror.

And he was flabbergasted.

There was a girl with a messy imitation of an expert coif, wearing stunning blue eyeliner that perfectly matched her glasses and her eyes both.

John had a lot of very mixed feelings right now. He was sure Rose was talking but he couldn’t repeat what she said if his life depended on it.

“I’ve gotta go Rose, I’ve got dinner in the oven!” he cried out as he rushed into his room and locked the door behind him.

—-—-

Rose was sitting beside John on the couch. “John, I’ve got something to confess to you,” she said softly, laying her knitting down. “I think I might be a lesbian?”

“Oh.” John felt weirdly jealous and hurt and happy all at the same time. “That makes sense I guess.” Why was she telling him?

“Well, as I said, I think.” Rose licked her lips in something approaching but definitely not anticipation. “I was hoping, with your permission, to use you as something of an experiment.”

“Haha, sure, you gonna make out with me?” John laughed, though the laughter died out as Rose’s face remained serious. He hoped she couldn’t tell he was blushing, even under the blush he happened to be wearing.

“John, I’m serious. This is science.”

“S-sure, but I don’t know if-” John was cut off by Rose’s lips. He felt like he should be taking the lead but this was nice. It was also easily described as rote. He could tell Rose wasn’t really into it, and it made sense.

A few seconds later, Rose broke the kiss off and nodded. “That’s the control, now for the experiment.”

“The whah?” John wasn’t sure where this was going anymore.

“Well, I kissed a boy, and now I need to kiss a girl, and since there’s no girls around you’ll have to do!” Rose said this so matter of factly it was hard to argue. “Now pick a name. Joan?”

“June, but...” John shook his head, she was rapidly losing control of the situation. “Why would I pick a girl name?”

“Because, my dearest Junebug, for the purposes of this experiment, you are in fact a girl.” This was all the warning June got before Rose crashed into her, her blush from the nickname deepening as Rose kissed her in a way that easily eclipsed the previous kiss.

Rose’s tongue barely needed to brush June’s lips before her mouth was open, begging for more. Rose’s hands traced her hips, brushed her legs, and paused at her nipples before lightly massaging them-producing far more pleasure than they should, damn those hormones she was taking for absolutely no reason. After several minutes of heavy petting, Rose once again broke away, though this time looking far more disheveled.

“Well I think that settles it,June.”

June nodded exhaustedly.

“Wanna be my girlfriend?”

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Holy Day Meditation, 4/4/21 e.v.

April 4, 2021 æ.v. Dies Solis,

☉︎ 15° ♈︎ : ☽︎ 21° ♑︎ : ☉︎ : Ⅴⅴⅰⅰ æ.n.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

The Day of Zayin, the Day of the Lovers

Hebrew Letter: Zayin

Numerical Value as Letter: 7

Numerical Value as Word: 67/717 (Zayin+Yod+Nun or Zayin+Yod+Nun [fin.])

Meaning: Sword, ornament, weapon.

Thoth Card: The Lovers (Atu VI)

Alternate Title: The Brothers, The Children of the Voice, The Oracle of the Mighty Gods.

Image:

Correspondences:

Tree of Life Path Association: Key 17 - Tiphareth to Binah (from Sephira 6-3)

Astrological Sign: Gemini

Element: Air

Egyptian Godforms: Various twin Deities, Rekht, Merti, Heru-Ra-Ha

Geomantic Figure: Albus

Gemstones: Alexandrite, Tourmaline, Iceland Spar

Perfumes: Wormwood, Mastic

Plants: Hybrids, Orchids, Laurel, Bending Vervain

Animals: Magpie, hybrids, Parrot, Zebra, Penguin

Colors:

King Scale – Orange

Queen Scale – Pale Mauve

Prince Scale – New yellow leather

Princess Scale – Reddish grey inclined to mauve

The Secret Instruction of the Master:

The Oracle of the Gods is the Child-Voice of Love in thine own Soul! hear thou it! Heed not the Siren-Voice of Sense, or the Phantom-Voice of Reason: rest in Simplicity, and listen to the Silence!

Mnemonic:

To each his Understanding sooth discovers Wordless: your mode, immortal Twins and Lovers!

Recommended Text for Meditation:

Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente Sub Figura LXV, cap. 2

Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente

A.˙.A.˙. Publication in Class A. Imprimatur: N. Fra A.˙. A.˙.

1.I passed into the mountain of lapis-lazuli, even as a green hawk between the pillars of turquoise that is seated upon the throne of the East.

2. So came I to Duant, the starry abode, and I heard voices crying aloud.

3. O Thou that sittest upon the Earth! (so spake a certain Veiled One to me) thou art not greater than thy mother! Thou speck of dust infinitesimal!

Thou art the Lord of Glory, and the unclean dog.

4. Stooping down, dipping my wings, I came unto the darkly-splendid abodes. There in that formless abyss was I made a partaker of the Mysteries Averse.

5. I suffered the deadly embrace of the Snake and of the Goat; I paid the infernal homage to the shame of Khem.

6. Therein was this virtue, that the One became the all.

7. Moreover I beheld a vision of a river. There was a little boat thereon; and in it under purple sails was a golden woman, an image of Asi wrought in finest gold. Also the river was of blood, and the boat of shining steel. Then I loved her; and, loosing my girdle, cast myself into the stream.

8. I gathered myself into the little boat, and for many days and nights did I love her, burning beautiful incense before her.

9. Yea! I gave her of the flower of my youth.

10. But she stirred not; only by my kisses I defiled her so that she turned to blackness before me.

11. Yet I worshipped her, and gave her of the flower of my youth.

12. Also it came to pass, that thereby she sickened, and corrupted before me. Almost I cast myself into the stream.

13. Then at the end appointed her body was whiter than the milk of the stars, and her lips red and warm as the sunset, and her life of a white heat like the heat of the midmost sun.

14. Then rose she up from the abyss of Ages of Sleep, and her body embraced me. Altogether I melted into her beauty and was glad.

15. The river also became the river of Amrit, and the little boat was the chariot of the flesh, and the sails thereof the blood of the heart that beareth me, that beareth me.

16. O serpent woman of the stars! I, even I, have fashioned Thee from a pale image of fine gold.

17. Also the Holy One came upon me, and I beheld a white swan floating in the blue.

18. Between its wings I sate, and the æons fled away.

19. Then the swan flew and dived and soared, yet no whither we went.

20. A little crazy boy that rode with me spake unto the swan, and said:

21. Who art thou that dost float and fly and dive and soar in the inane? Behold, these many æons have passed; whence camest thou? Whither wilt thou go?

22. And laughing I chid him, saying: No whence! No whither!

23. The swan being silent, he answered: Then, if with no goal, why this eternal journey?

24. And I laid my head against the Head of the Swan, and laughed, saying: Is there not joy ineffable in this aimless winging? Is there not weariness and impatience for who would attain to some goal?

25. And the swan was ever silent. Ah! but we floated in the infinite Abyss. Joy! Joy!

White swan, bear thou ever me up between thy wings!

26. O silence! O rapture! O end of things visible and invisible! This is all mine, who am Not.

27. Radiant God! Let me fashion an image of gems and gold for Thee! that the people may cast it down and trample it to dust! That Thy glory may be seen of them.

28. Nor shall it be spoken in the markets that I am come who should come; but Thy coming shall be the one word.

29. Thou shalt manifest Thyself in the unmanifest; in the secret places men shall meet with thee, and Thou shalt overcome them.

30. I saw a pale sad boy that lay upon the marble in the sunlight, and wept. By his side was the forgotten lute. Ah! but he wept.

31. Then came an eagle from the abyss of glory and overshadowed him. So black was the shadow that he was no more visible.

32. But I heard the lute lively discoursing through the blue still air.

33. Ah! messenger of the beloved One, let Thy shadow be over me!

34. Thy name is Death, it may be, or Shame, or Love.

So thou bringest me tidings of the Beloved One, I shall not ask thy name.

35. Where is now the Master? cry the little crazy boys.

He is dead! He is shamed! He is wedded! and their mockery shall ring round the world.

36. But the Master shall have had his reward.

The laughter of the mockers shall be a ripple in the hair of the Beloved One.

37. Behold! the Abyss of the Great Deep. Therein is a mighty dolphin, lashing his sides with the force of the waves.

38. There is also an harper of gold, playing infinite tunes.

39. Then the dolphin delighted therein, and put off his body, and became a bird.

40. The harper also laid aside his harp, and played infinite tunes upon the Pan-pipe.

41. Then the bird desired exceedingly this bliss, and laying down its wings became a faun of the forest.

42. The harper also laid down his Pan-pipe, and with the human voice sang his infinite tunes.

43. Then the faun was enraptured, and followed far; at last the harper was silent, and the faun became Pan in the midst of the primal forest of Eternity.

44. Thou canst not charm the dolphin with silence, O my prophet!

45. Then the adept was rapt away in bliss, and the beyond of bliss, and exceeded the excess of excess.

46. Also his body shook and staggered with the burden of that bliss and that excess and that ultimate nameless.

47. They cried He is drunk or He is mad or He is in pain or He is about to die; and he heard them not.

48. O my Lord, my beloved! How shall I indite songs, when even the memory of the shadow of thy glory is a thing beyond all music of speech or of silence?

49. Behold! I am a man. Even a little child might not endure Thee. And lo!

50. I was alone in a great park, and by a certain hillock was a ring of deep enamelled grass wherein green-clad ones, most beautiful, played.

51. In their play I came even unto the land of Fairy Sleep.

All my thoughts were clad in green; most beautiful were they.

52. All night they danced and sang; but Thou art the morning, O my darling, my serpent that twinest Thee about this heart.

53. I am the heart, and Thou the serpent. Wind Thy coils closer about me, so that no light nor bliss may penetrate.

54. Crush out the blood of me, as a grape upon the tongue of a white Doric girl that languishes with her lover in the moonlight.

55. Then let the End awake. Long hast thou slept, O great God Terminus! Long ages hast thou waited at the end of the city and the roads thereof.

Awake Thou! wait no more!

56. Nay, Lord! but I am come to Thee. It is I that wait at last.

57. The prophet cried against the mountain; come thou hither, that I may speak with thee!

58. The mountain stirred not. Therefore went the prophet unto the mountain, and spake unto it. But the feet of the prophet were weary, and the mountain heard not his voice.

59. But I have called unto Thee, and I have journeyed unto Thee, and it availed me not.

60. I waited patiently, and Thou wast with me from the beginning.

61. This now I know, O my beloved, and we are stretched at our ease among the vines.

62. But these thy prophets; they must cry aloud and scourge themselves; they must cross trackless wastes and unfathomed oceans; to await Thee is the end, not the beginning.

63. Let darkness cover up the writing! Let the scribe depart among his ways.

64. But thou and I are stretched at our ease among the vines; what is he?

65. O Thou beloved One! is there not an end? Nay, but there is an end. Awake! arise! gird up thy limbs, O thou runner; bear thou the Word unto the mighty cities, yea, unto the mighty cities.

Love is the law, love under will.

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P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 61: 4 Targets

The next day, as Ren and Morgana were heading to school, Morgana popped his head out. “So, what are we doing today?”

“Well, I was thinking of going into Mementos,” Ren answered.”Take care of a few requests , as well as getting Makoto more acquainted with the Metaverse.” Morgana smiled, and nodded, and the two of them went to school.

During class, Ren took out her phone and messaged the group.

Ren: We’re meeting up today.

Makoto: Do you always text in class?

Ryuji: Woah! He really didn’t say anything.

Makoto: Who?

Ryuji: Nothing…

Makoto: I’ll ignore that for now.

Ann: So, are we going after Kaneshiro?

Ren: Not quite.

Ren: We have a few Mementos missions to take care of, and I feel like we should do those first.

Makoto: Mementos?

Sumire: Right. She wouldn’t know.

Ryuji: Mementos is everyone’s palace, I think.

Makoto: Could we attack Kaneshiro through there?

Jose: Nope.

Sumire: Palaces are formed when desires are so warped that they don’t fit in in Mementos.

Sumire: While Mementos itself is more of a collective of everyone else’s minds.

Yusuke: Mementos is quite fascinating actually. I’m interested to see what you think.

Makoto: Well, it sounds intriguing.

Ann: OK. Sounds like a plan.

Ren: See you after school at the hideout.

They put their phones away.

After school, they all arrived at the hideout. “So, how does this work?” Makoto asked.

Ren took out her phone and the sheet of paper Mishima gave her. “Well, it’s fairly simple. We make the target aware that we’re going to steal their treasure, then we go in and steal it.”

“That’s also how it works for palace rulers,” Morgana explained, “but unlike the palace rulers, we don’t have to do as much to get to them.”

“I see,” Makoto said.

“We do usually end up having to fight them” Ann lamented.

“But it’s fine,” Ryuji added. “We don’t hurt them in real life this way.”

“But we can get hurt ourselves” Yusuke finished.

“Well...yeah…” Ryuji admitted.

Sumire smiled. “But that’s why we come prepared!”

Jose nodded. “And we also work together to overcome the odds.”

“Hm” Makoto grinned. “Sounds like you have this all down pat.”

“Well, as much as we can,” Ann said. “I mean, none of us even KNEW about this strange parallel world until Ren showed up.”

Ren shoved Ann. “Don’t make it sound like I brought it with me.”

Ann shoved back. “Why not? You were the chosen one in all of this.” The two girls shared a giggle as they continued to playfully fight each other.

“Well then,” Makoto said, causing them to stop, “let’s get crackin’.”

Ren nodded. She looked over Mishima’s paper. “Let’s see. First, we have our follow up. The person pressuring Daisuke into bullying: Yoshimori Sakoda.”

“Wait, someone was bullying Daisuke?” Makoto asked.

Sumire nodded. “Apparently, this guy had some blackmail on Daisuke, and he was using that to manipulate him.” Makoto looked disconcerted. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh!” Makoto exclaimed. “Well, when we confronted him, he brushed us off saying ‘there’s more going on than you know’. At the time, I thought it was just bluster. I did notice a change in his behavior recently too. Was that you?” They all nodded. “I see.” She grew a little frustrated.

“OK, next on Mishima’s list, we have a girl named Hikari Shimuzu,” Ren continued. “She’s been torturing this one guy, basically making him her slave. He’s been coming to school with bruises all over.”

“Sounds horrible!” Ann said. “We MUST put a stop to this!”

“Did he put the request in?” Jose asked.

“It doesn’t say,” Ren answered.

“Hm” Jose thought.

“What’s wrong Jose?” Sumire asked.

“Well, in my studies on humanity, I’ve heard of people who derive pleasure from pain,” Jose explained. Everyone else was stunned. “What’s it called again?”

“Even if that was the case, this sounds like it’s going too far!” Ryuji interjected.

“Oh?” Jose wondered. “And how do you know?”

“Uhhhhhhhhh” Ryuji stammered.

Yusuke jumped in. “Well, if someone thinks it’s enough of a problem to raise awareness of it on the Phan-site, it’s at least worth checking out.”

“Well put, Yusuke-senpai,” Sumire chimed in.

Ren nodded. “And last on the list is a restaurant manager named Nozumi Ono, who, according to the request, does little to no work, berates their employees for even the slightest mistakes, and takes all the credit and money for himself.”

“Disgusting” Makoto reacted.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Morgana added.

“Sounds like a total jerk” Ryuji piled on.

“So, we’re all in favor?” Ren asked. Yusuke raised his hand. “Yusuke?”

“If I may,” he began, “I found something I think we should investigate as well. A string of burglaries being tied to us.”

“WHAT?!” Ryuji shouted.

“Oh, those,” Jose said. “Well, from what I’ve heard, the perpetrator has been using calling cards that resemble ours, but apparently, not even the police believe them.”

“Well, that’s a relief,” Morgana said sardonically.

“But they still don’t know who did it,” Jose said.

“If I may, I wasn’t finished” Yusuke said

“Sorry” Jose apologized.

“You are forgiven,” Yusuke assured him. “Ahem. I did overhear a student planning said burglaries.”

“Really?” Ann asked. “How’d you manage to swing that?”

“I’m not sure myself,” Yusuke replied. “I was just passing by, and he was talking to himself as if no one else was there.”

“Did he just not hear you coming?” Sumire said.

“I suppose so,” Yusuke answered. “Although, I am curious as to how he didn’t see me. I was walking toward him.” The rest of the group looked on blankly. “Well, whatever the case may be, I know who it is.”

“Great job, Yusuke” Makoto cheered him on in an embarrassed tone.

“Why thank you” Yusuke said, not picking it up at all. “His name is Kazyua Makigami.”

“I’ll ask Mishima to add him,” Ren said, texting Mishima.

“Oh, right,” Makoto said, realizing something. “Mishima-kun’s involved in this?”

“Yeah” Ren answered. “He’s in charge of the Phan-site.”

“Oh. I thought that was you guys” Makoto said.

“Well, he knows who we are,” Ryuji explained.

“But he’s on our side” Ann continued.

“Besides,” Ren said, “having him manage the site leaves more time to plan and do things like this.”

“I see,” Makoto said. “Well, as long as you trust him.”

Ren smiled and nodded. “I just sent the word to him. Are we ready?” Everyone else nodded. “Then let’s go.” They all headed into Mementos.

Upon entry, Makoto looked around. “Woah! This isn’t exactly what I expected. But it is interesting nonetheless.”

Ren smied. “Welcome, to the garden of madness.”

“Well, no time like the present,” Makoto said. She started to walk off the platform, but Ren and Sumire caught her.

“Woah, Queen-senpai,” Sumire said.

“What is it?” Makoto asked.

Ren and Sumire helped her back up. Ren then explained. “Memento is huge. It’s too big to walk through.”

Makoto was confused. “Then how do you get around?”

“Myeh heh heh” Morgana chuckled. “My time to shine! Transform!” He transformed into the car.

“Woah!” Makoto said.

“Heh heh” Morgana laughed.

Makoto thought about it. “So, this world is based around people’s perceptions…”

“Correct” Ann answered.

“And I’m guessing that this is because a lot of people have the image of cats turning into vehicles” Makoto went on.

“Also correct,” Ren added.

“But according to Mona himself, he’s not a cat,” Makoto finished. Everyone stood in silence for a few moments before Ren broke down laughing.

“Well…” Morgana began uncomfortably, “...I guess it’s because most people see me as a cat…”

“Oh. That makes sense” Makoto responded.

Ren finished her laughing fit. “Alright. We should get going. Hop in.” Everyone got in and they started driving off.

Once they reached the end of the first floor, Makoto was stunned. “That’s it?”

“No,” Ann answered.

“Then how big is it?” Makoto asked.

“No idea,” Ryuji responded.

“Huh,” Makoto remarked.

“We believe Eris is hold up at the bottom,” Ren explained.

“Oh!” Makoto said, excited. “So, we need to break through to the bottom?”

“Basically” retorted Ren. “Although to gain the ability to do so, we need to make a bigger name for ourselves as the Phantom Thieves.”

“I see,” Makoto pondered. “Well then, let’s give it all we got then!”

Sumire chuckled. “I love your attitude, Queen-senpai!”

“Although it seems easier said than done,” Yusuke explained.

“It seems like we have to play Eris’s game to be able to get to the bottom,” Jose iterated.

“I don’t care,” Makoto said. “If this Eris can turn someone like Naoko into someone willing to murder, I’ll do anything to put them in their place.”

“Woah! Scary” Ryuji remarked.

“No, I get it,” Yusuke said. “Eris really messed with someone she cared about. I have a similar feeling towards her about Kosuke.”

“I’m not saying I don’t get it,” Ryuji explained. “I’m just saying that she’s scary.”

“You want me to be sunshine and roses about this?” Makoto asked.

“That’s not what I meant either,” Ryuji continued.

“Just stop,” Ann said. “You’re going to keep digging a hole for yourself.”

“...Yeah” Ryuji relented.

Ren giggled. “I think what Skull’s trying to say is that if he is afraid of you, whoever we’re fighting better be incredibly worried.”

“Yeah. Something like that” Ryuji agreed.

Makoto nodded. “Very well.” They continued onward.

They came upon a portal and hopped in. “I think that guy is Yoshimori’s shadow,” Ryuji exclaimed. “The guy that’s been bullying Daisuke.”

“Well then, let’s put a stop to his reign of terror once and for all,'' Sumire said aggressively.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Makoto said, cracking her knuckles.

They walked up to him. “Tch. Looks like someone ratted me out.”

“Sure did,” Ren said. “And we’re going to put a stop to you and your fledgling school empire.”

“PAH!” Yoshimori spit. “I’d like to see you try!”

“He’s not trying to convince us to join him,” Yusuke remarked.

“We aren’t meeting on my terms,” Yoshimori explained. “I would have liked to ally with you, but apparently that Akechi boy was wrong. If I had your power, I’d make all bow before me.”

“Well that’s why we have it and not you!” Ann shouted.

“C’mon!” Yoshimori shouted. “Do you really think the people in the school care about scum like us? I’m just evening the odds.”

“By forcefully recruiting people!” Sumire snapped.

“Well, how else are you going to get people on your side?” Yoshimori asked. “Deep down inside, all people are nothing but selfish jerks.”

“Enough!” Makoto screamed. “You go on and on about how it’s you vs them, and you don’t even try to differentiate yourself. You’re no better than Principal Kobayakawa.”

“No better?” a shocked Yoshimori retorted. “No BETTER?!” He transformed into Black Frost. “WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT!”

“BRING IT ON!” Makoto shouted back. After a well-fought battle, the Phantom Thieves won.

“Gah!” Yoshimori grunted. “Why does no one like me?”

“Um, probably because you blackmail them?” Ryuji took a stab at answering.

“Even before that,” Yoshimori added. “I always have to make people try and like me. But it all just falls apart.”

Makoto glared at him. “It’s because you’re not honest with yourself.” Yoshimori gasped. “You don’t like doing this either, do you?”

Yoshimori looked at her. “N...No…”

“And yet you do it,” Makoto said.

“How do you know how I feel?!” Yoshimori yelled.

“Because I was there once too,” Makoto answered sternly. Yoshimori gasped again. “The problem isn’t everyone else. It’s you. Once you find a you that you can be comfortable with, then you can start reaching out to others earnestly.”

Yoshimori smirked. “Thank you. I needed that. It might take some time to find myself, but I’ll dissolve my network based on blackmail.”

“That’s a good start,” Makoto said.

“If I reached out to you when I find myself, could we be friends?” Yoshimori asked.

“Of course,” Makoto answered. Yoshimori smiled and faded away. Ren took the treasure.

“Wow,” Morgana commented. “People are complicated.”

“True” Makoto agreed. “But we are meant to be social creatures. We ought to help each other in need.”

“I see,” Jose noted. “Fascinating.”

“I guess you’re right,” Morgana responded. “I feel that way too sometimes. I guess that’s part of the reason I feel split.”

“Well, hopefully staying at my place is helping,” Ren added.

Morgana smiled. “Yeah.” Ren smiled back.

Makoto smiled too. “Well, we should get going. We’ve got other people to help, you know.” Everyone nodded, and they left.

They continued onward until they got to the next door. Standing between them and said door was another shadow. “That’s Hikari Shimizu’s shadow!” Ann remarked. “The girl that’s been abusing someone.”

“I feel bad for him,” Ryuji said.

“Well, we’re here to help,” Jose reminded him.

“You said this boy is covered in bruises in real life?” Yusuke asked. “If that’s the case, she might be a dangerous opponent.”

“True. We should be on guard” Makoto reminded them. They walked forward.

“Ugh. So you’re the Phantom Thieves?” Hikari bemoaned. “Why are you bothering me?”

Ren dramatically pointed. “We;re here to stop your abuse.”

“Yeah, you’ve been treating this boy like he’s your slave!” Ryuji added.

“Please. He wants it” Hikari explained. “I just give it to him.”

“He wants bruises?” Yusuke remarked. “I don’t quite think that’s true.”

“I am his queen!” Hikari snapped. “He takes whatever I give him!”

“Yeah?! Well, you shouldn’t treat him like dirt!” Ann snapped back. “If you’re his queen, make yourself a respectable queen! Not just some annoying monarch that holds absolute power over him!”

“Grrr” Hikari growled. “I’m smart, I’m pretty, and he worships me. I’m allowed to do what I want with him!”

“No you’re not!” Ann yelled. “He’s a person too!”

“Grrrrrrah!” Hikari yelled, transforming into Yaksini, “I’ll just do whatever I want with you!” The thieves fought Hikari’s shadow. While it was a tad bit tricky, the thieves won. “NO!” Hikari yelled after defeat. “I don’t want to lose him…”

“Lose him?” Ann asked.

“Yeah. If I apologize, and say what I’m doing is wrong, he’ll run away…” Hikari explained. “And I don’t want that.”

“How did this all start?” Jose asked.

“He came up to me one day… Hikari began. “He asked me if I needed anything. I told him ‘a foot massage’ as a joke, but he really did it.”

“And you didn’t stop him?” Jose inquired.

“Well...I liked it…” Hikari continued. “...And him…”

“Oh” Jose said, surprised.

“You mean like like like?” Ann asked.

Hikari nodded. “Day in and day out, I’d ask him to do more and more ridiculous things, and it just spiraled out of control. Now I feel like this is the only way I can hang onto him.”

“Listen,” Ann said, beginning to offer advice, “being in a relationship requires the two people to be on the same page. If neither of you are happy, you need to feel confident enough to say so.”

“Yeah,” Ryuji added. “I mean, it sounds like this guy also kind of likes you too. And even if he’s willing to do some things for you, if you push him too far, you’ll just push him away.”

“But…” Hikari groaned.

“I know,” Ann said. “It’s hard. But you have to try. If you want this to work, you both have to be happy.”

Hikari started crying. “You’re right. Thank you.” She faded and Ren stole the treasure.

“Well, I think that went well,” Ann said. Jose was looking at her, puzzled. “What is it Sunshine?”

Jose tilted his head. “I know you told Fox, but are you sure you and Skull aren’t a couple?” Both of them started to blush. “Because you sounded like a couple just now.”

“Ha ha” Ann laughed nervously. “Of course we aren’t a couple.”

“Yeah” Ryuji said, equally as nervous. “Our advice applies to all kinds of relationships.”

“I see,” Jose said.

Ren stifled a laugh. “Well, if we’re done here, let's see what the next bit of Mementos looks like, shall we?” Ren walked over and placed her hand on the door. It opened up. Once it finished, she turned around. “What are we waiting for?” The thieves all walked over and headed deeper into Mementos.

Soon after, they found another portal and jumped in. “I think this is Nozomi Odo,” Morgana said. “The slave-driving restaurant manager.”

“Ugh, people like him make me sick!” Ryuji remarked. “Let’s do this fast. The sooner we do this, the sooner he’ll be a better manager.”

They nodded in agreement and approached Nozomi’s shadow. “What do you want?” he asked indignantly.

“What we WANT is for you to treat your employees with kindness!” Sumire said, stomping her foot on the ground.

“Tch” Nozomi reacted, brushing it off like it was nothing. “Have you ever worked in a restaurant?”

“Well, no…” Sumire admitted.

“If you did, you’d know that that’s the law of the land,” Nozomi explained. “You get treated like shit, until you work up to a place where you treat others like shit.”

“What garbage!” Makoto said, stepping forward. “You’re a leader! You need to step up and act as such.”

“I am,” Nozumi said.

“No” Makoto seethed. “You’re a coward. A REAL leader looks out of their team. Not just themselves.”

“Tch. I don’t have time for this” Nozomi said. He transformed into Setanta. “Starting now, I’m YOUR boss!”

“You should know, we don’t take kindly to those in authority,” Yusuke quipped.

“GAH!” Nozomi yelled. The thieves charged into battle, and won. “It’s not fair,” Nozomi said after losing. “I went through all of this before. Why should they be treated differently?”

“Look,” Makoto said forcefully. “What your employees are going through sucks, and what you went through was also probably terrible. But you don’t need to continue the cycle of abuse. You can end it here.

Being a leader is hard work. I should know. But you need to make sure all that hard work is worth it in the end. Otherwise you’re going to wake up one day and realize you hate the person staring back at you in the mirror.”

“Heh. You’re right” Nozomi said. “Man, getting lectured by some kids really puts things into perspective. Thanks.” He faded away, and Ren took the treasure.

They continued onwards and found another portal. Again, they hopped into it. “By process of elimination, this would be Kazuya Makigami’s shadow,” Yusuke said.

“The jerk thief who’s using our name to steal things,” Morgana added.

“But didn’t Sunshine say that not even the police believe that we’re associated with him?” Sumire inquired.

“I did say that, yes,” Jose said.

“Well...it’s the principle of the matter,” Morgana said.

“Whatever the reason, we need to put a stop to it,” Yusuke said.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Ren nodded. They walked over to him.

“Ah, the glorious Phantom Thieves,” Kazuya said. “Have you come to join forces?”

“No. Of course not!” Makoto refuted.

“Then why?” Kazuya wondered.

“Put simply, we’re here to stop you,” Yusuke explained.

“WHAT?” Kazuya shouted. “But we have the same goals. We’re on the same side. There’s no need for fighting.”

“Then will you just stop burglarizing people?” Sumire asked.

“And using our name?” Morgana added.

“WHAT? You don’t like that?” Kazuya asked.

“Of course not!” Ann said.

“Grrr. I thought you were cool” Kazuya grumbled. “Fighting for the underdogs. I thought the world needed people like you. But I guess power just corrupts, as the saying goes. SO…” he transformed into Mithras, “...I guess I’ll just use my power to stop you!”

“...You literally just said power corrupts,” Ryuji said, picking up on the irony.

“SHUT UP!” Kazuya shouted. The thieves charged into combat, and while it was a bit tough, since they’ve been going for a bit, it was nothing they couldn’t handle. Once Kazuya was defeated, he was breathing heavily.

“Pardon me,” Yusuke wondered, “but why do this at all?”

Kazuya looked at them. “Fine. I guess I owe you that at least. Ever since I was a kid, my parents were always more impressed with my little brother. He was more successful at everything, and because of that, he was their favorite. It almost felt like I wasn't even there sometimes.

Yeah, I was jealous, but I didn’t do anything. I felt like that was just how things were. And then you came along, and taught me that maybe things can change. So I began abusing my brother. And when that wasn’t enough, I took out my anger on every bigshot I could find. I started gathering some like-minded people, and I assume you know the rest.”

“How terrible,” Sumire remarked.

“Yeah,” Kazuya agreed. He sighed. “I probably should have said something earlier.”

“It’s not too late…” Sumire pointed out.

“I guess you’re right,” Kazuya replied.

“Well, as long as you’re making it up with him,” Yusuke said.

Kazuya smirked. He took his own treasure out of him. “If you can find my brother, tell him to use this key to open my nightstand drawer and burn what’s inside.”

“Are you sure?” Yusuke asked. Kazuya nodded. “Very well.” He grabbed it.

“Just promise me you’ll keep going after people who deserve it,” Kazuya said.

“You have our word,” Yusuke said. Kazuya smiled and faded away.

“How are we supposed to find his brother?” Ryuji asked.

“He also goes to Kosei,” Yusuke said. “I can give it to him…”

“That might be a bit conspicuous,” Morgana pointed out. “I’ll just drop it off in the cover of night.”

“Very well then,” Yusuke said. They left.

Ren asked “Do you want to keep going, or is that fine enough for now?”

“We did get all of our targets” Ann pointed out.

“Eh, I at least want to get to the next door,” Ryuji said. “It probably won’t open, but it’s a good marker of progress.”

“I agree,” Jose said.

“Anyone have any objections?” Ren asked. No response. “Very well.” They kept rolling. Eventually, they made it to the next door. “Well, we’re one step closer.”

“If I’m assuming correctly, this will open once we defeat Kaneshiro?” Makoto asked.

“Sees that way” Ryuji answered.

“Do we want to do that right away then?” Makoto wondered.

“No,” Ren answered. Makoto looked at her. “We shouldn’t keep blitzing through things. We are tough, but going through the metaverse is exhausting. We need our rest.”

“I see,” Makoto said. “What smart and thoughtful advice. Truly, you’ve adapted to the role of leader quite well.”

Ren was embarrassed. “Thanks.”

“Well, then, I guess that’s all we’re going to get now,” Makoto said. “Should we head out?” Everyone nodded, and they all headed up to leave Mementos. On their way back, Makoto noticed Sumire seeming awfully distant. “Something on your mind Violet?”

“Huh?” Sumire gasped. “Oh yeah. My meet is coming up, and being down here, and seeing everyone’s different problems has got me thinking.”

“You know we’re here for you” Ren reminded her.

Sumire smiled. “Thanks senpai” Sumire said, smiling and blushing. She looked down. “I guess seeing all those people suffering just has me in a tizzy. I mean, I was fraught with so many problems that I didn’t know what to do. So, in a way, this was kind of cathartic. It really helped me put things into perspective. If they can improve, then I know I can!”

“Way to go Violet!” Ann cheered.

“Yeah! You show them!” Ryuji followed.

Jose looked at them. “Are you really sure you’re not a couple?”

“YES!” they both answered, slightly embarrassed.

Sumire giggled. She then covered her mouth. “Oh. Sorry.” Ren then started snickering. One by one, people started laughing along. Pretty soon, the entire PT crew was in stitches. Between the laughter and the exploration, they felt exhausted and remained silent until they left Mementos.

As Ren and Mogana were heading home, Ren bumped into someone. “Oh, sorry.”

“It’s OK,” the woman Ren bumped into said. Ren looked up, as did Morgana. They recognized her as Ryoko Aino, the person who kidnapped cats and almost kidnapped Morgana. She took notice of Morgana. “Oooo. What a cute kitty. Mind if I pet him?”

Morgana hissed. Ren put her hands on him to stop him. “I’m sorry. He’s usually really kind.”

“Oh no,” Ryoko said. “I think it’s my fault.” She fished through her purse. She handed a can to Ren. “Um, for a little while, I was, um, kidnapping cats. And I almost got this little one.”

“Oh?” Ren inquired.

“I was saddened by the loss of my own cat, Snowball” Ryoko informed her. “I panicked, and I got it in my head that I needed to protect all of the cats in the area. But I came to my senses after the Phantom Thieves saved me. So, I’m sorry.”

“I see,” Ren said. She looked at Morgana. “Well, what do you think?”

Morgana was pouting, but knew the answer. “I guess it’s OK.”

Ren smiled. She turned back. “He says he’ll let you pet him.”

“Really?” Ryoko said, beaming. She started petting Morgana, and Morgana started purring. After she was done, she bowed and said “Take care.”

“We will,” Ren said. “And thanks.” The two nodded and went their separate ways. Ren looked at the can. “Wow.”

“What is it?” Morgana asked.

“It’s some fairly expensive tuna,” Ren said. “I guess this is part of her apology.”

“WOW,” Morgana said, drooling. “I know what I want tonight.”

As they were entering Leblanc, they passed by two young adults and an old man, who they recognized as Heiji Ono, the former belligerent old man in Kijijoji. As she came in, she looked at Sojiro and said “I haven’t seen them before.”

Sojiro grinned. “Maybe they’ll start a trend. It’s always nice to get new customers. You know, they only came by to spend some nice quiet time with their grandpa, but I hope they tell others how good the food was.” Ren smiled. Sojiro went on. “The old guy sure was somethin’ else. When he got his drink, he quietly toasted the Phantom Thieves. His grandkids didn’t hear it, but I caught it.”

Ren sat down at the counter. “What do you think of these Phantom Thieves?”

“Well, if that guy is toasting them, they can’t be all bad,” Sojiro said. “But I’m not one to accept things like that so easily. Maybe if they came in and had some curry, and we got to chatting, I might soften up to them more.”

Ren smiled. “You want me to start an ad campaign?”

“Huh?” Sojiro said, taken aback. “Of course not. That prosecutor’s been on my ass enough. I don’t need her breathing down my neck thinking I have a link with the Phantom Thieves.”

“I getcha,” Ren said. “It can be hard to trust people sometimes.”

Sojiro looked at her. “Well, I know I can trust you. I hope you can trust me too.”

“Of course,” Ren said.

Sojiro smiled. “Here. Let me make you some curry. But then I gotta head out.” Sojiro prepared some curry and handed it to Ren. She took one bite and was delighted. “Heh heh. Well, seeya.” Ren waved as Sojiro left.

Morgana was pouting. “Don’t think I forgot.” Ren said. She got up, fetched a can opener, and opened up the tuna for Morgana.

“MEOW!” he frenzied. He plopped his face in the can and went to town.

Ren smiled. “Hm.” She took another bite of her curry. After she swallowed it, she said “Today was a good day.” She continued eating, then went to bed soon after.

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