#and overhated female characters who are nothing but good and kind will always have soft spot in my heart

[lostsyren]

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No because let’s talk about it. People saying Sofia deserved what Rafe did to her– how??? She had the slightest moral failing which she tired to fix, whereas he undermined their whole relationship (as well as all the murderous secrets he’s withholding).

Sofia they can never make me hate you!!

[scuttling]

Something Stupid

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Latina Original Female Character Word Count: 25,159 Chapters: 6 of 6 Complete Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad Hotch, Fluff and smut, Light angst, Unprotected sex, Oral sex, Getting together, Minor background Garcia/Prentiss

Summary: All it takes to turn Sophie Cortes's life upside down is getting bashed over the head with a fire extinguisher. And sleeping with her boss. Note: This is a reformatted, previously published work. :)

Link to A03 or read Chapter 1 below!

All it takes to turn Sophie Cortes's life upside down is getting bashed over the head with a fire extinguisher. And sleeping with her boss.

There had been a case, of course—there’s always a case—and the victims were all Latina runners in their early 30s, abducted from a local park, so they took the very specific victim profile as an opportunity to use her as bait. It was all pretty straightforward, except the unsub escalated, upgraded from using the ‘lost dog’ trick to try to lure her to his car to just straight up knocking her unconscious from behind, and Hotch and the team were too late to grab her before the unsub loaded her into the trunk of his car to take her to his disgusting torture den. Thankfully, they caught him before he got her out of the park.

She was fine in the end, just some swelling and tenderness where he’d brained her with the fire extinguisher he kept in his car, and though it was kind of scary to hear it all retold by Spencer and JJ on the flight home, she knows her team did everything they could to get to her, and that they were ultimately successful, and that’s really all that mattered.

At least, it was, until Hotch showed up at her door that night.

“Hey, Hotch, what—what’s up? Is everything okay?” she asks, confused, because he’s… he’s rumpled, no jacket, tie loose, hair a mess like he’s been running his hands through it, and—when she gets close enough to smell him—he reeks of alcohol. She’s never seen him like this, ever, in the last two years she’s worked under him.

He looks down at her, and his eyes aren’t glassy, at least; they’re as dark and serious as ever, staring into hers like he’s seeing every shadowy secret she keeps locked away beneath her delightfully sarcastic exterior. It makes her feel hot—not sexy hot, but exposed, self-conscious, unsettled: the mortifying ordeal of being known. She’s about to ask him what the fuck is going on when he surges forward to kiss her, and she wraps her arms around him, kisses him too, stumbling backward into her apartment until her body bumps against the kitchen island and shocks her back to reality.

“Are you out of your mind?” she asks, shoving lightly at his shoulders so he’ll give her some room to breathe. His chest is heaving, and so is hers, and he reaches up a careful hand, brushes it over the bump on the back of her head from the incident earlier that day.

“Do you have any idea what I would have done if we couldn’t get to you in time?” His voice is low, a little raspy, and she swallows hard, looks up at his gentle face. The Hotch who just kissed her isn’t a man she knows, and this version of him isn’t someone she recognizes, either. He has always behaved toward her the way she behaves toward her brother’s wife’s family at the holidays: like she’s a person who just happens to be there, and he’ll be cordial, and respond when spoken to, but he’ll breathe a little easier when she’s gone.

It used to hurt. It doesn’t anymore.

“Um, I don’t know. The same thing you’d do for anyone: look for witnesses, pull security footage of the park entrances, put an APB out on the car—” He laughs, something humorless, and shakes his head like she’s being dense.

“That’s not what I mean. I mean, do you have any idea what I,” he takes her hand and presses it to his chest, over his heart, covers it with his, “would have done if we couldn’t get to you in time?”

“You don’t really give me the time of day any other time, so what makes you think I’d expect anything from you?” she asks, and she knows it’s a little harsh, but she can’t take it back now. “You are my boss, Hotch. You’re not my friend, you’re not… you’re not anything to me.”

“But that’s not exactly true, is it?” He doesn’t even bristle at her tone, her words, just continues to stand in front of her, looking soft. She kind of wants to hate him for it. “The reason I don’t give you the time of day, as you said, is because we’re something to each other. You know it, I know it.” He brushes his thumb over her cheek, tender and affectionate. “I feel it every time I’m close to you, and I know you feel it too. And we’ve both pushed each other away because we know it can’t happen.”

She wets her lips, because this is actually the mortifying ordeal of being known: he’s absolutely right, she has wanted him for almost two years, can’t stop her eyes from sweeping over his tall, strong body when he straps on his bulletproof vest, can’t stop imagining his hands on her when he pushes up his sleeves if they take a case in a humid Southern state. She looks at him and thinks of his mouth on her throat, her legs wrapped around his waist, his thick thighs supporting her while she moves in his lap until they both give in to the pleasure and collapse against each other, panting, gasping, wishing they had the stamina for more.

But like he said, it can’t happen, and if that’s the reason he’s been keeping his distance? She really can’t be angry about that, because she’s been doing the same thing.

“You can’t do this. You can’t just come here—drunk, by the way—and kiss me, and act like you like me, like you care, just because I got hurt. You can’t, Hotch.”

“Why not? Because you truly don’t want me to? Because if that’s the case, I’ll leave. We can pretend this never happened, if that’s what you truly want.” He looks solemn, now, and she knows that he would drop it if she asked him to. “But if it’s just because you’re afraid of what will happen if we give in… I’ve been there, Sophie. I’ve reminded myself of the consequences of this every single for... longer than I'd like to admit. But seeing you hurt today… I would never forgive myself if I didn’t at least try to show you how much you mean to me, how devastated I would be if anything happened to you. That’s all I want to show you.” He presses his hands to her face again, softly, leans in just a little. “Can I show you?”

She should tell him no. She should push him away again, call him a cab, send him home, and request a transfer in the morning. It might hurt now, but it would all be for the best in the end.

But Sophie has never really been known for doing things with her own best interest in mind.

She bridges the distance, kisses him deeply, hands sliding up his back to pull him closer for more. He lifts her up onto the kitchen island, stands between her knees, and she slips her fingers into his already fucked up hair, legs wrapping around his waist. His lips move to her throat, and she tips her head back, sighs at the feel of his hot mouth against her skin; when he pulls back, she tugs her t-shirt over her head, and he kisses down her collarbone, brushes his lips over her breast, her peaked nipple, so that she tightens her fingers in his hair.

“Sophie,” he sighs, looking up at her with those deep, dark eyes, and she reaches down to get his pants open, to untuck his shirt. If he’s so desperate to show her how he feels tonight, to show her emotion this once, maybe she’ll make it quick and dirty and then call him that cab and go to bed feeling awful about herself. Maybe she’ll request the transfer anyway.

Except… that’s not what she wants. She doesn’t want quick and dirty, she doesn’t want one and done. She wants him, wants to get to look at him every day without feeling guilty, wants to see more of the tender side of him he’s displayed tonight. She wants to wake up with him, go to bed with him, and everything in between.

She brings his mouth to hers for a soft, slow, passionate kiss, and then she pulls off his tie, his shirt, his undershirt. He helps with the rest of their clothes, and she takes his hand, guides him toward her bedroom, where there’s nothing left between them: no clothing, no hesitancy, no consequences. At least for tonight.

They kiss so much her lips feel bruised, and his hands caress every inch of her body like he’s drafting a map and needs to familiarize himself with the terrain: the curve of her calf, the slope of her breasts, the contours of her waist, the depth of her aching pussy. He dips his fingers inside her, praises her wetness, then bends to taste it, lifts her hips and devours her until she comes shaking and moaning his name.

Then he presses into her, thick and solid, but that’s not the best part; no, it’s when he rolls his hips up, sinking so deeply, so completely inside of her that she can’t even tell where she ends and he begins. She grips his back, rocks to meet each slow, thorough thrust, her body sliding further and further up the bed while he lays claim to her, his teeth sinking into her throat like it’s a soft, ripe peach and not overheated flesh and tendon. It hurts, and it feels so good.

“Oh, god,” she breathes, because she’s never had a man take her apart so thoroughly; but that’s it, isn’t it? He is a man, without performative six-pack abs the guys her age spend their days in the gym trying to achieve, in their place a strong core capable of pinning her to the bed, powerful thighs hard and unyielding against hers as he works desperately to fill her with his come. His arms support his weight, provide leverage, and she turns her head to mouth at his forearm as it flexes, as his fingers dig into the sheets because he feels exactly as much pleasure as she does, she just knows it. “Yes, Aaron.”

A thin film of sweat forms on his back, and her hands slip, so she sinks fingers in his hair, clutches his shoulder, pants and gasps into his mouth until he climaxes inside her, his hips pistoning faster for a moment before slowing altogether. He brushes the pads of his fingers over her lips, and she swipes her tongue over them just to taste him, and then he slides them down to glide over her swollen clit. “Come for me,” he murmurs in her ear, rubbing and grinding inside her as he softens, and she whimpers, hips stuttering against him, her second orgasm even stronger than the first.

They kiss more, smoothing their hands over each other, pressing noses and lips to foreheads, cheeks; Sophie feels so many emotions fighting for dominance it makes her head ache—and then she remembers the injury on her scalp that’s still fresh, and it makes her head ache worse.

Aaron can probably see it on her face, because he leans up, carefully turns her head to the side, and presses down on the area surrounding the bump. She closes her eyes; it feels so good she almost wants to purr.

“Did you pick up that prescription?” he asks softly as he massages her head, and her eyelids flutter open at the sound of his voice.

“Yeah, it’s in the bathroom,” she murmurs, gesturing to the master bath, and he makes a soft noise of understanding, climbs off the bed; he returns with a warm, wet cloth, a pain pill, and a glass of water, all of which she accepts gratefully.

“I should probably stay here tonight—to make sure you don’t have a concussion,” he adds when her eyebrows shoot up her forehead, making her wince. “If you want me to.” They both know she’s already been cleared by a doctor, and it’s not that she doesn’t want him to—unfortunately, she wants it more than anything—but she doesn’t feel up to arguing about her particular brand of commitment issues right now, so she just nods softly.

“Please, stay.” She threads her fingers through his hair, and guides him down for another kiss, and when her headache goes away she sinks into sleep with his arm wrapped around her waist and his nose buried in her hair. Sophie wakes up the next morning, makes coffee, a smoothie—Aaron’s dead to the world, because he doesn’t even stir when she pulses coconut milk and mango and greens in her Vitamix a little bit longer than necessary. She stalks into her bedroom, leans toward him on the bed, shakes his shoulder. “Aaron. You need to go.”

“What?” he grumbles, lifting his face off the pillow to seek her out; he has some serious bedhead, and a crease on his cheek from the pillowcase, and he’s still the most gorgeous man she’s ever seen in her life. It’s completely unfair.

“It’s 7:00—I’m going running, and you need to go home and get showered and dressed before work. There’s coffee made, your clothes are hanging in the closet over there. You can lock up behind you when you go.” She makes to head for the door, but he turns onto his back and reaches for her, taking her arm and pulling her closer.

“Don’t do that, please.” His voice is rough with sleep, but he’s awake now, looking like he’s ready to further complicate her life. The worst part is that she’ll probably let him. “Don’t treat me like a one night stand you’re never going to see again.” She sighs.

“I’m not. I’m treating you like my hungover unit chief who is bare-ass naked in my bed and who’s going to be late to work if he doesn’t get moving.” She tries for stern, but the corners of her mouth twitch up against her will. “So get moving.”

“Give me five minutes,” he says, and he brushes his hand over her cheek like she’s something precious. “I’ll walk you out.” She agrees, doesn’t see the harm—she likes knowing for herself that the place is locked up, anyway, so it makes sense.

He dresses quickly, and she drinks her smoothie, fills a travel mug with coffee for him, with two sugars, the way he likes it. When they step out into the hallway, he tries to kiss her goodbye, but she turns her face to take it on the cheek instead, making him sigh. He heads downstairs to his car, and she locks the deadbolts, looking up when a flash of hot pink catches her eye.

It’s her neighbor, Jazmine. She’s tall, leanly muscled, with chestnut colored skin—boisterous, flashy, the up-all-night-partying type, so she’s probably just getting in—and she raises an eyebrow in Sophie’s direction.

“He’s cute.”

“He’s my boss,” she explains quickly. “I got hurt at work yesterday and he stayed over to make sure I didn’t have a concussion.” Jazmine nods, looking like she 100% does not believe her.

“Uh huh. You don’t have to explain yourself to me, girl. I’m just glad your dry spell is over; these walls are thin, so I know the only relationship you’ve been having is with your vibrator.” Sophie’s cheeks heat, and she fights to get the key out of the deadbolt so she can get herself the fuck out of this awkward conversation.

“That’s not true; I have two vibrators,” she mumbles, and Jazmine laughs, ducks inside her apartment. The key finally comes loose, and Sophie tucks it into the zippered pocket of her leggings and prepares to try—and fail—to run off her frustrations.

Then comes work.

“What are you doing here, Cortes?” Prentiss asks when she walks into the bullpen. “Head injury usually means you get a day or two off—or are you just that obsessed with this place?” Sophie blows out a long breath, sets her stuff on her desk, then shoots her a kind smile. It’s not her fault she royally screwed up her life last night, so she can’t take it out on her.

“Oh, you know me: all work and no play.”

“Better than all play and no work, I guess,” she replies, grinning, “even if it is more fun.”

“Yeah, but play gets you into trouble; at least it gets me into trouble,” she grumbles, taking a seat at her desk. All she can hope for at this point is a quiet, easy day of consults and maybe a drink at the bar around the corner on her way home from work. “Dinner and a bonfire at my place tonight,” Rossi greets when they enter the briefing room. Sophie’s first instinct is to groan, because that means finding a way to avoid Aaron for an additional four plus hours, but she grins instead because her need for Rossi’s cooking and a night of relaxation outweighs the tension.

“Are we breaking in your woodfired pizza oven? If so, just pop open some vino and I’m there,” she teases, and he smiles in response.

“I can do pizza, and I have a very expensive bottle of Brunello with your name on it—since you were almost kidnapped yesterday, and all.”

“She was kidnapped,” Aaron says when he walks in, looking serious. “We just got her back before she left the park, that’s all.” The room goes quiet, because everyone can tell he’s in a mood—but thankfully, Morgan doesn’t really concern himself with other people’s moods, and he chuckles.

“Ah, he would have given her back after five minutes anyway. We love you, but you’re an acquired personality,” he tells her, and she reaches across the table and punches him in the arm.

“Shut up, I’m delightful.”

“If you two are done,” Aaron says with a no-nonsense expression that makes her want to get smart with him just on principle, “we can go ahead and get started.”

Everyone is filing out of the room after, with their assignments for the day, when he asks her to stay back; Spencer glances at her, like he’s making sure she’s okay, and she nods, waves him off.

“Is something wrong, sir?” she asks, like a bit of a smart ass—residual bitchiness from earlier, she knows—and he exhales deeply.

“I just want to talk to you for a minute, since you were practically shoving me out the door this morning.” She crosses her arms, tilts her head.

“Would you have preferred I go about my business and let you be late to work?”

“I would have preferred that we have a conversation about last night like the adults we are,” he counters, and she feels like a properly chastened asshole. She leans her butt on the table, looks up at him with soft eyes; this is more emotion than she’s prepared for so early in the day, but it’s clearly unavoidable.

“Alright. You’re right. Do you want me to start?” He nods, and she blows out a breath. “You surprised me, coming over the way you did. My guard was down, and hearing you say all those things—it was like you were poking at all of my bruises, things I’m still trying to heal from. Wanting you the way I have, and feeling completely overlooked by you… it used to really hurt me. I took it very personally, and my hackles are always kind of raised when you’re around, for that reason. If I seem a little abrasive, that’s why.”

He nods, like it makes sense to him. Like it explains a lot.

“I get that. I didn’t handle my feelings for you the right way at all, and I know that now, and I’m sorry. And I realize that showing up at your apartment unannounced, after I’d been drinking, was the stupidest way I could have possibly gone about trying to explain my feelings to you, but everything I said was true. And when we…” He wets his lips, swallows hard. “When we made love, I knew it was the right thing. I knew pushing you away was a mistake, and I’ll find a way to make that up to you, to make up for lost time, I promise.”

“I’m not sure what I want out of this,” she says honestly; she hasn’t even had twenty-four hours to sit with the fact that he wants her, and her head is still spinning. “I’m not—I don’t do well in relationships.”

“Maybe in the past, but it’s possible you just didn’t have a partner who was willing to meet you halfway.” It’s clear he wants to get closer to her, touch her, maybe even kiss her, but they’re too exposed in the briefing room, blinds open; he lets his eyes do the touching, sweeps them gently over her face. “I’ll always listen to what you have to say, value you. I’ll meet you halfway and then some. I won’t abandon you again.”

“I’m not the kind of person who can make a commitment on the spot like this. I need some time,” she says gently, hopes he sees it for what it is, not an excuse or a brush off. Despite the messy way this all came about, she really does want him, care for him. “Can you give me some time?”

“Of course; all the time you need,” he promises, and she nods, stands fully. “Is there anything else you want to say, while we’re here?” His expression is neutral, and she’s glad he’s not leading… If he expects something more from her, it’s nothing she’s ready to give.

“No, I’ll just take that time. Thank you for understanding.” She carefully brushes her fingers over his hand before walking out the door.

She goes home after work to change her clothes, slipping into a light, summery sundress, and then she heads to Rossi’s, steeling herself before she gets out of the car.

The bonfire is already crackling when she walks through the back gate, and she’s greeted warmly by her friends, promptly handed a glass of wine, and asked what toppings she would like to put on her pizza. It’s the makings for a great evening, she has to admit.

They eat, and drink—Sophie doesn’t drink quite as much as she normally would, because her head’s still throbbing a little—and they sit around the fire cracking jokes, and then someone turns on some music, and people start to dance.

Sophie has always loved ballroom dancing: the class, the grace, the drama, the romance. Her aunt owned a studio for most of her childhood, and when things were hard at home, it was the perfect place to go to escape from the world, if just for a little while. Sophie even teaches some classes at a local studio occasionally, just for the fun of it.

She hangs back, watching JJ and Morgan, Prentiss and Garcia sway back and forth, smiling, laughing, and then Rossi asks her if she’d like to dance, and she does.

They may not always see eye to eye, but he’s got good taste in food, wine, and music, she has to give him that.

After Rossi, she heads over to Spencer, tugs him to his feet, and he lets her lead him around the makeshift dance floor for longer than she’d expected.

“May I cut in?” Aaron asks over Spencer’s shoulder; Spencer looks at Sophie, who just nods, tries not to sound wary when she answers.

“Sure.” He leaves them with a brief smile, and Aaron slips an arm around her waist, takes her hand, pulls her close to his body—maybe a little bit too close. She rests her other hand on his shoulder, tries not to think of the pink half-moon impressions that must still be lingering there from where she’d gripped him tight, nails pressing in, while he went down on her. She follows his lead. “What are you doing?”

“You danced with Rossi, Reid; I’m not allowed to dance with you?” She glances around, sees Prentiss and JJ by the fire, Morgan and Rossi by the food, Spencer and Garcia pouring wine—she’s surprised no one notices how closely they’re dancing, talking. She feels hyper aware of it herself.

“It probably looks highly suspicious,” she says anyway, “since it’s never happened before, but if you’re not worried, I’m not worried.” He looks around too, and it’s clear: he’s not worried.

“Good. Maybe we can enjoy this, then.” He moves his hand further down her back, presses her a bit closer, and she sighs, lets him. It feels good to be in his arms, but she wonders what it says, that she missed them after only a few hours. She’d spent two years building up a tolerance to him only to have her resolve come crashing down after one night of extremely sensual, passionate sex. So much for the power of will.

“I am enjoying this. More than I should be, I think,” she answers honestly, and god, what an understatement. Nothing about this should feel so good, so right, but he’s handsome in the flickering, golden light of the bonfire, softer in more casual clothes, his voice low in her ear, the smell of his cologne heady as always; he is a feast for all of her senses—except taste, but that can very much be arranged.

“So let me take you on a date. We can do more dancing, or just have dinner, see a show. Anything you want.” She looks up at him, frowns, and he sighs deeply. “I know you said you needed time to figure out if you want to make a commitment. I’m not asking for a commitment; I’m just asking for a chance.”

“You said yourself, our actions have consequences. Sleeping with you is one thing,” she whispers, “but dating is another, and I’m just not sure it’s the right thing to do, for either of us.” Sleeping together is casual, a series of circumstances that lead to something more; dating is purposeful, meaningful. There are disclosures. Intentions. Things are made concrete. She’s not so sure about concrete.

Aaron looks hurt.

“Last night was more than just sleeping with me, Sophie. That was…” He closes his eyes tightly, like he can’t find the words, and she gets it, because neither can she. She’s only oversimplifying it for the sake of making it easier to say no to him, because no is the last thing she actually wants.

“Okay, yeah. You’re right. It was something special,” she admits, squeezing his hand. “But I can’t afford to put my career in jeopardy right now, and neither can you.”

“Who says we have to? I can talk to Strauss—” She takes a half step back, looks up at him seriously.

“Okay, see, this is all moving a little too quickly for me. I’m not even sure I’m ready to be in a relationship, let alone one that’s under as much scrutiny as we’ll be if you talk to Strauss.”

“It’s been almost two years in the making, if you ask me,” he says lightly, but his jaw is tense.

“That’s not fair, because I’ve spent all this time holding back, trying not to feel things for you—and you hurt me. Imagine being new and hearing about how tightly-knit your team is and then getting practically ignored by your boss, even when you were struggling.” She tries not to think back on the toughest cases, how unhealthy her coping mechanisms were, how badly she could have used his firm but kind voice telling her she was okay, not a fuck up, not alone.

“When were you struggling?” he asks seriously, looking concerned, and she huffs an unkind laugh.

“You were trying so hard not to look at me that you didn’t even see me, Aaron. That’s not healthy, I don’t—I don’t deserve that.” She drops her hand from his shoulder, gently pulls the other free. He lets her. “I’ve had enough fun for one night. I think I’m going to head home.”

“Sophie, I’m sorry. Please,” he says softly, and at least he’s trying not to draw any attention to them. It’s the last thing she needs right now. “You’re right. I know messed things up, but I want to change that, if you’ll let me.” She looks into his eyes, and they’re earnest, sincere; she wants to let him, so badly.

“Not tonight,” she says instead. “Can you just let me think about this a little, please?”

“Yes. No more pressure, I promise.” He looks back at the path leading to the gate, the driveway. “Can I walk you to your car?”

She agrees, says goodbye to everyone, thank you to Rossi; no one seems to find it unusual that Aaron walks her out to her car. He stops beside her door, lifts a hand to brush her hair softly back from her face.

“Goodnight,” he murmurs, and he leans in to kiss her temple, something brief and sweet. “We’ll talk soon?” She inhales deeply, breathes him in, nods.

“We’ll talk soon. Goodnight.”

Finding a way to fall asleep in her empty king size bed has never been so impossible.

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[youarejesting]

Mall Santa

[Full Masterlist]

Beta: @juniethebug​ Dedicated: To my Secret Santa @wishesunderthestars​ I hope you enjoy this. Rating: All Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jimin Genre: Soft boy Joon, Fluff, mistletoe kiss, cute baby bangtan visits Santa, Santa Joon, Elf Jimin. Words: 2.7k

Summary: Being a mall Santa was hard so each Santa had two assistant elves, checking the schedule Namjoon saw he was working with two of the kindest and cutest elves that all the Santas wished they were paired with Y/n and Jimin. He is scared of tripping over his boots, knocking off his wig and beard and confessing his huge crush on the two of you.

Namjoon grimaced, looking at the timesheet in the staff room. His name was written in that stupid lobster size twelve font beside the old Jolly man’s name. Yes, that’s right. Namjoon was going to be dressing as the man in red and he was nervous. 

It was a big role and he was so clumsy he might accidentally say the wrong thing, or heaven forbid that he trips on those obnoxiously big boots. He had only experienced the joys of old saint Nick's character a grand total of three times and once it was for ten minutes as a baby vomited in his beard.

His finger ran along the timesheet to see who would be his elf assistants. Each Santa had two personal assistants to help them through the shift. To deal with overly curious children, impatient parents, or misguided teens who wished nothing more than to ruin the Christmas spirit for children.

Jimin. Well, as far as assistants go he was a kind young man and worked really hard. Among the Santa’s he was referred to as an angel, he knew whatever Santa needed sometimes before they knew themselves. Always fetching drinks to keep Santa hydrated and making sure they stayed at the perfect temperature. Not too hot or cold.

Y/n. Now she was a sight for sore and withered eyes, the enthusiastic young woman made the whole scene come to life. She would laugh and sing, encouraging the children and parents to join, the crowds were never awkward or unhappy when she was on shift. 

It seemed like he was in good hands, and the shift was going to be great, he could just feel it. Unable to wipe the smile from his face, did he mention he had the biggest, fattest crush on both of you. Yeah, like he said today was going to be good.

“Hey, how are we feeling?” Jimin called dancing into the locker room, he was happily singing some indie music in his soft tones. Namjoon’s heart was a flutter. “We got a good crowd out there, who is working today?”

Before Namjoon could even muster the courage to open his mouth, Jimin was reading the board, “Ah, Namjoon-hyung, we are working together,” Jimin gave him that sweet eye smile and sauntered over. 

“How are you, let me know if you need anything today, I don’t want you to get overheated, I know the heaters in this place coupled with the suit and beard are hell but I will try to keep you cool.”

“Thanks, I am just a little nervous, I have only been Santa a few times, and well, one of those times I was vomited on, and another time I accidentally used my satoori, and well it was almost a disaster.” Namjoon was dressed only in baggy red suit pants and slumped on the bench trying to calm his nerves.

“You will be fine,” Jimin smiled, taking Namjoon by the shoulders and lifted him to his feet. He removed Namjoon’s shirt and raised a perfect eyebrow in reaction to Namjoon’s broad chest. He then took the red jacket and helped Namjoon's arms into the sleeves.  

Namjoon was in a daze at how the young man just took action helping him dress the part. Once dressed he sat watching Jimin dress using spirit gum to glue his elf ears to his own. His striped stockings drew more attention to his shapely legs.

“Are you ready to go?” Jimin asked, catching Namjoon staring and biting back a smirk. He packed up his locker and walked over taking Namjoon’s hand and wrapping it around his, leading him down the corridor. 

Ahead of them was a female elf, the red striped stockings looked almost like candy cane swirls that disappeared tantalizingly under the green hem of the skirt. 

It was Y/n. You were singing, making a dramatic spin the skirt lifting into a full circle of rippling fabric. 

You were singing something soft and sweet, that Namjoon couldn’t quite recognize. Jimin however had no trouble joining in, his sweet voice matching with yours and it was like an angels choir. 

Honestly, how could two of the purest humans bless his life today? He saw you turn and skip over the bells on your elf shoes jingling the whole way. Namjoon felt his body heat up as you got closer, your sparkly green eyeshadow but he thought it couldn’t compare to the twinkle in your eyes. 

He saw the gold shimmer on your cheekbones mingling with the beautiful faint pink stain that drifted across your cheeks and nose. Namjoon thought you and Jimin were the cutest elves he had ever seen. 

“Hello Namjoon, Hello Jimin,” you smiled, taking Namjoon’s other arm in yours. “Are we ready?”

After getting ready in the locker rooms you all arrived at the staff room dropping off your lunch boxes. “Wait, Y/n can you do my make up like that?”

“Sure sit down, Jimin,” you smiled sweetly and began making the young man over with a small compact case of makeup she would keep for after lunch. 

Standing in front of Jimin one leg on either side of his thigh and holding his chin while you worked. “You look so cute,” Namjoon nodded not expecting you to notice “Namjoon doesn’t he look cute?”

“Yeah really cute, you both look like elves,” Namjoon’s heart ached for the two of you, in your costumes and makeup. 

“There is a lineup of children but we don’t start for another ten minutes so I will get them singing and set up with the camera crew.” Y/n smiled softly nodding to the camera crew and leading the way. 

“So how long have you liked her?” Jimin asked with a cheeky grin, “you can’t seem to take your eyes off of her,” 

“It’s not like that,” Namjoon stuttered, unable to form words. 

“Hey, cool off for a moment,” Jimin smiled, stepping out to help hype the children for Santa, letting Namjoon have a moment of solace.

The sweet voices of Jimin and Y/n mingled with the children in a chorus of jingle bells gave Namjoon at least a few verses of peace to calm his beating heart. He was unable to hold the smile when his two elf assistants called out for Santa to come see the children. 

He walked out, waving to the children with a big smile and a deep ‘HOHOHO’ that made the children beam back. He took a seat in the large throne-like armchair and got comfortable as the children stepped in with their parents and he smiled for photos. 

Within the first few families and children was a young boy and a baby with chubby cheeks, a stylish outfit and a cap, he was placed into Namjoon’s arms and he was quick to react as the young boy was tugging his beard down.

“Ah what a rambunctious little tyke what is his name?” Namjoon used his Santa Claus deep voice.

“His name is Min Yoongi, he is my little brother Santa, can you make sure to get him presents too, Mumma says he likes soft things,” the young boy smiled a gap-tooth grin looking down at his brother.

“Alright, I think I can find something,” Santa grinned at the young boy who scurried off. 

Half an hour later saw a child dragging his parents by the hands and practically running through the gate and running full pelt into Namjoon’s lap. “Santa!”

“Careful, you don’t want to hurt Santa,” Jimin smiled as Y/n handed the young boy a small sweets bag making him grin.

“Hello, what is your name young man?” Namjoon looked at him amused. The boy took a breath practically shaking with anticipation.

“Hello, My name is Jeon Jungkook and I am seven and in second grade. This year for Christmas I wanted to ask for some Ninja gear, the real stuff with sharp edges. I am old enough to use them, I won’t hurt myself.”

“You are a big boy aren’t you, but not even adults start with the real things, maybe you could practice with the safe stuff and every year you can get closer to the real stuff.” He smiled but Jungkook was pouting.

“Every Ninja must first learn how to fight without weapons, you could learn taekwondo,” Jimin smiled doing a flip and some kicks, that made the child gasp, “Ninja’s know how to move quietly unseen you have a lot to practice.”

“Santa, I want to learn to fight,” the parents hummed curiously whispering to one another about signing him up for classes and Namjoon gave a soft ‘HOHOHO’ belly laugh that made the boy giggle.

“Santa will see what he can do,” He waved the boy off and soon it was time for lunch, Namjoon took off his beard and jacket in the staff room and listened to the two of you talking. He enjoyed watching the two of you giggle and tell funny stories about your weekends and plans for Christmas.

The three of you seemed to all be alone over Christmas and Jimin opened an invitation over the table that anyone could join him for dinner. You agreed enthusiastically asking Namjoon if he was able to join and he gave a noncommittal answer saying he would have to check. 

He definitely didn’t have to check to know that he wasn’t busy, it was more about whether he could stand having a cute dinner with the two of you and not combust. The camera crew headed out first ready to set up for a new onslaught of children. 

It didn’t take long to get back in the groove when Jimin called next opening the gate, two adults stepped in and a tiny figure stepped in. He was wearing a dark green Christmas sweater and he was nervously playing with the hem.

He must have been about eight and he looked like he wanted to cry, Y/n knelt on the ground sitting on her heels and looked at the young boy speaking softly. The two spoke for a while quietly about something Namjoon couldn’t hear, but he watched the little boy accept the small pouch of lollies and she stood up taking his hand and walking over.

“Hello Santa,” His voice was soft and breathy, “the pretty elf said you get nervous around lots of people. That's why you have a fence and give people sweets so they like you.”

“I do get nervous, I sometimes trip and I think people might laugh at me,” Namjoon explained and patted the seat beside him, “what is your name?”

“Kim Seokjin, sir,” Seokjin sat his ankles resting on the edge of the couch where Namjoon’s knees bent. The boy was polite and small for his age and yet appeared even smaller by personality. “You can make wishes come true right?”

“I can try, what can I help you with?” Jimin and Y/n were looking endearingly at the two and talking with the parents as some photos were taken.

“Can you help me make friends?” Seokjin whispered sadly, the declaration seemed to shock all the adults in the area. Namjoon blinked confused and then gave a chuckle.

“My dear boy, am I not your friend?” Namjoon teased “Santa is friends with everyone and that includes you, and his elves are your friends too”

“What about friends my age that I can play with at school?” He smiled, “I want to see them every day.”

“Well, That’s up to you, the key to finding a best friend is being yourself. There is always someone who would want to be your friend. Santa likes to laugh so he always says funny jokes to make friends. Do you know any funny jokes?”

Seokjin nodded eagerly, sitting up and looking at Santa, “What do you get when you cross a sheep with a kangaroo?” 

“What do you get?” Namjoon ran his hand over his fake curly beard and gave a small smile.

“A wooly jumper!” Seokjin smiled, Namjoon gave a deep ‘HOHOHO’ laugh and patted the boy on the head, it seemed the boy was more confident and smiling brightly, capturing the perfect photo.

“Bye Santa,” He waved to Namjoon who waved back with a gloved hand. 

Not all experiences with children are easy. Namjoon was smiling as gently as he could at a young boy who was hiding behind his mother’s leg. Jimin and Y/n were both crouched down talking to the boy and giggling while playing with him. His name was Hoseok and he had let a few nervous tears slip when Namjoon wiggled his fingers in a playful wave.

Eventually, Hoseok sat beside Namjoon but the tears started pouring and the photo would be one they remembered for years.

The line diminished and the final hour was almost up, everyone was packing up when they heard a tiny voice shouting. “Wait, Santa!” Namjoon turned and looked at the small boy running, his long fringe had been pulled into a fountain on his head with a Christmas scrunchie. 

“Wait, I have a wish!” He frowned and Namjoon walked over to the gate and opened it for the boy, smiling down he held out his hand and walked him to the seat.

“What is your name son?” Namjoon asked while Jimin looked around for his parents. Y/n found a small pouch of sweets tied with a ribbon, from the leftover box and handed it to the little boy.

“My name is Kim Taehyung and I wanted to wish for something Santa,” He said before cupping Namjoon’s ear and whispering, “I want to wish for a puppy, the fluffy one at the pound, his name is Yeontan and he doesn’t have a home Santa.”

“Hmm, A puppy is a lot of work,” Namjoon saw his mother arrive looking relieved that he was okay and apologizing to them. Namjoon also saw his father who had similar features sneak up with a carry case with a fluffy something inside. “Santa doesn’t give out puppies to anyone, you would have to feed him and water him and love him every day. Do you think you could do it?” 

“I can. I can. I promise,” He cheered, they placed the dog carrier inside the fence and Jimin opened it letting the dog step out and scooping it up.

“Close your eyes and wish really hard, okay?” Namjoon smiled, as the boy closed his eyes and Jimin handed him the puppy, which he held out letting it lick the boy's face. The boy startled eyes opening to see the fluffy puppy. “Merry Christmas, Taehyung”

“Thank you Santa, Thank you so much,” He giggled and ran over to his parents, the dog running circles around his feet. The group got up to leave once more when the boy gasped. Turning back he saw them pointing under the arch. “You are all under the mistletoe, you have to kiss!”

Jimin and Y/n leaned and placed a peck on Namjoon’s cheeks making him blush underneath his fake beard and glasses. The three of you scurried off to the locker rooms and Namjoon placed the things in the laundry basket to be cleaned for the next Santa. You and Jimin had changed as well into your regular clothes and the three of you grinned awkwardly in the hallway.

“I guess we will see each other at Jimin’s for Christmas dinner?” You said but it came out more as a question. Walking ahead Namjoon watched the two of you leaving talking about what to bring and your plans for the afternoon and Namjoon frowned. It was Christmas and he thought now was as good a time as any to tell you both.

“I am in love with you both?” Namjoon said the words echoing louder than he planned and the two of you turned, making him shrink at the thought of rejection. “I just wanted to be honest, I am in love with both of you.”

“That’s funny, I am in love with you both as well,” Y/n giggled her body falling against Jimin’s who was giggling back and nodding, before toppling over onto his butt.

“Same,” He wiped his eyes, “Why did you think I invited you to have Christmas at my place.”

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To Give Him The World, Chpt.7

Main Characters: Thor x Ellie (original female character)

Summary: Ellie and Thor enjoy their evening together and it leads to them trying to be intimate. Things don’t go exactly as planned but Ellie supports Thor as always. Thor has a small breakthrough in the end.  Master List is HERE if you need to catch up.

Warnings/ Content: Lots of smut and intimacy in this one (and yes I maintain that those are two different things). A dash of angst but it gets better before the end of the chapter I swear.

Word Count: 2.5k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! In rereading/ editing this chapter it found it was a lot more sex & intimacy centered than I remembered/ intended. Oh well! LOL. And when the shoe drops please remember that Ellie will love him no matter what and that it’ll all be okay in the end. *runs and hides til ya’ll finish the chapter*  XOXO - Ash 

To Give Him The World, Chapter Seven

Eventually the chilly air forced the pair back inside the cottage. The sun hung low in the sky and it wouldn’t be long before it set over the rolling tide in a blaze of orange and pink. Thor started up a fire in the hearth to warm the small space faster. Ellie contented herself with reading while Thor looked on his Xbox for the game she had mentioned she liked. He wanted to have it installed so they could play together when she wanted to. 

The time slipped by quickly and Ellie showed Thor how to make a simple pasta dish for dinner. He was amazed by how quickly it all came together and it tasted better than anything he could have put together himself. Ellie just smiled and reminded him he had done most of the work, she had just provided the instructions. Thor was thankful when she didn’t bat an eye at his plate when he went back to the pot on the stove for a third large helping. It was impossibly good and he knew he could enjoy himself without fear of judgement. Once he was finished Thor insisted on helping clean up the dishes and pack away the meager leftovers. Ellie was happy for the help and they moved around the small kitchen letting hands brush over one another and hips bump against the other’s every so often. It became a quiet game of foreplay after a bit and by the time they’d finished Thor was all but sweating trying to fight the urge to drag her off to his bed. 

“Can I take you to bed?” Thor rumbled against Ellie’s neck when he finally pulled her close to him by her hips. 

Ellie nodded fiercely, “Yes, please.” 

Thor pressed fervent kisses along the column of her neck and guided her to his room, never breaking their contact. He laid her down on his bed carefully, waiting for her to scoot back so he could climb over top her, resting his weight on his hands and knees. Ellie loved how small she felt under him, he was crowding her in the best possible way and she wanted to feel more of him on top of her. She tugged him down by his sweater and he got the hint, gently letting a little of his weight press down on her. Ellie moaned happily at the contact, squirming a little when she felt the hard length of Thor’s cock pressed between their bodies. She snaked a hand down while he continued lavishing her neck and chest with kisses. She’d have brush burn from his beard in the morning and she couldn’t wait. Thor felt a pang of worry when her hand pushed his belly out of the way to get her hand around his cock but the feeling of her small hand wrapped around him had all coherent thought leaving his brain. His hips bucked instinctively at the contact, a hiss escaping his lips. 

“Norns, how I want you.” Ellie murmured. 

Thor shuddered and Ellie filed away that reaction for future use. The god liked a little dirty talk and she was happy to oblige. 

“How?” Thor panted against her skin, “How do you want me?” he was happy to just keep kissing her senseless or take things as far as she was willing to go. 

Ellie smiled devilishly, she was going to enjoy torturing him a little. “Inside me.” she whispered before tightening her grip around him ever so slightly. 

Thor gasped and his whole body shook from the effort to restrain himself. 

Ellie was spurred on, a little power drunk on the effect she had on him. “I want you inside me, Thor. I want you to bury yourself in me until the only thought I have in my head is your name.” A low keening sound burst from his chest and Ellie continued, wanting to really work him up before he entered her. “You like that idea? Being the one who gets to fill me up and make me yours? You’ve been so good for me, sweetheart. So strong, so gorgeous. I love having you on top of me, feeling your weight on me like this. I feel so safe. You’re perfect, you…” Ellie’s mindless rambling was cut off by Thor’s body going stone still, a choked cry coming from his throat. Before she could figure out what was happening Thor’s cock pulsed in her hand and hot jets of come covered her hand, squished between their bodies. 

Thor’s chest was heaving as he came back down from his climax. He was horrified he’d come so quickly, before he even got inside of her. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…” he didn’t even know how to apologize enough for his traitorous body. Hot tears pricked at his eyes in shame. 

“Thor, stop. It’s okay.” Ellie assured him. She retracted her hand, wiping it on the side of her soft leggings so she could take his face in both hands. She pushed back his hair and lifted his face to look at her. “It’s alright. You’ve done nothing wrong. I shouldn’t have kept working you up like that.” 

“I wanted.. And you wanted to…” he mumbled.

“I know, sweetheart. But there’s always tomorrow. There’s no right way to do things, you know? We can just go at our own pace. When we’re both ready and the timing is right, then it’ll happen. It doesn’t matter if that’s a day from now or a year. I’m not going anywhere, Thor.” 

Thor nodded, accepting that she was not going to run off. “I could at least return the favor?” he offered.

Ellie shook her head, “There’s no favor to return. I enjoyed doing that for you. You don’t have to worry about me. Seeing you come for me like that was perfect.” 

Thor blushed at her words, sleepy from the long day and the intense orgasm. He knew he didn’t need to even the score but it felt selfish in a way. Still, he trusted Ellie to know her own mind. 

“Let’s get cleaned up and we can sleep.” she offered, sliding out from under him. 

Thor rolled onto his back, waiting for her return, letting himself enjoy feeling sated and warm. Ellie brought in a warm, damp cloth and proceeded to wash away the mess he’d made on both of them. She helped him strip bare and tossed his clothes along with her own into the laundry bin. Taking a minute to just enjoy his body, Ellie let her hands wander across his golden skin. It was a study in contrasts; soft skin and wiry golden hairs, hard muscle under soft fat, and the silky little trails of stretch marks mixing along scars from long ago battles. Her touch wasn’t lustful, just admiring and Thor quivered feeling absolutely worshiped. “So perfect.” she praised quietly before popping back up to take the wash cloth back to the bathroom. 

Thor was under the blankets in his normal spot on the bed when she returned. He loved watching her body move as she crossed the room to join him. Her ample curves were more enticing to him than anything else in the world. Tomorrow, he promised himself. Tomorrow he’d claim her properly. Ellie snuggled into Thor’s arms, letting him surround her with his warmth and softness. Neither one of them meant to fall asleep so soon but before they realized it they were both out like a light. 

Morning came quietly, the brilliant sunlight streaming in Thor’s bedroom window. Ellie was roasting, her overheated skin sticking against Thor’s warm body. She looked up to realize he was already awake, watching her. The tenderness in his gaze was heart melting and she sighed softly before burying her face into his chest. 

Thor’s chest rumbled with an amused chuckle. “Did you sleep well, darling one?” he asked, running a large hand through her hair. 

“Quite well.” she admitted with a sleepy yawn. 

“Good, because I have plans for you.” his tone was low, enticing and Ellie knew where things were going. She shuddered in anticipation.

“Oh really?” she teased, “What kind of plans?”

“Breakfast plans for starters. I’ve been up a while and I’m starving.” Thor slid down a little to trail damp kisses along her throat, down her chest, and then finally capturing one of her nipples between his lips. Ellie gasped as Thor flicked his tongue across the pebbled bud, sending electric desire straight down to her core. Once he was satisfied, Thor slid down further, trailing more kisses down Ellie’s soft middle until he came to rest between her thighs. He let out a contented growl before he nosed at her entrance, letting her thatch of blonde curls tickle his nose. Ellie had leaned up a bit, propped up on her pillows to watch Thor as he stared at her with a predatory hunger. Too eager to wait any longer, Thor licked a stripe up the crease of her lips before forcing his tongue between them to lap at her slit. He groaned as the taste and feel of her overwhelmed his senses. She reminded him of the sweet-tart apples in the orchard back on Asgard, delicious and ripe. 

Ellie gripped at the sheets as Thor worked his tongue around, and then in, her core. He could feel her inner muscles contracting in pleasure already and he moved up to swirl his tongue around her aching clit, desperate to push her over the edge. Ellie came undone quickly once he focused his efforts on her sensitized clit. She was writhing and gasping his name while Thor helped her ride out the burst of pleasure that flooded her body. She knew she was wet but it was almost embarrassing when Thor proceeded to lick up the slick from her core from before moving back up to entwine her in his arms. 

“Whoa.” she breathed out a shaky laugh. 

“Mhmm.” Thor agreed happily. “I’m fine stopping here but, if you would not object, I would like to continue what we had started last night.” 

Ellie felt her inner walls clench down again at the thought of getting him inside her. “I’d like that very much.” she admitted. Ellie reached down to take him in hand, wanting to get him ready to enter her and found him already hard. “Oh, maybe I shouldn’t…” she trailed off into a light laugh, not wanting a repeat of the night before. 

“Yes, it’s probably best we skip that this time.” Thor agreed with a chuckle. He kissed her cautiously, unsure if she would mind. Ellie returned his kisses eagerly, not put off by the taste of herself on his lips. It was heady, hedonistic, and she pushed the kiss from tentative to desperate quickly. Thor was aching to be inside of her, his thick length lying hot and heavy against his lower belly. “Are you sure?” he asked one last time. 

Ellie nodded, “Please, please Thor.” she managed to gasp out. 

Thor reached down to guide himself to her entrance, pausing a moment there to steady himself. The lust burning in her pale green eyes gave him the last bit of courage he needed and he plunged the thick, rounded head of his cock inside her. It was a tight fit, tighter than either of them could have prepared for and it had both of them crying out. 

With agonizing slowness, Thor pressed in further until he was buried fully inside her. Ellie was shaking, letting her body get used to accommodating his length and thickness. It was an exquisite fullness, bordering on pain but still firmly in the pleasure category. After a moment Thor rocked his hips against hers; once, twice, and again, letting their bodies adjust before setting a steady rhythm. Ellie nodded encouragingly as he set their pace, letting her hands wander across the wide expanse of his back. Her palms wandered down his sides, settling on his plush love handles. They were perfect for grasping, giving her an anchor as he thrust into her, his cock hitting the sensitive spot inside her just right with each motion. “You’re amazing.” she gasped out, “I love having you on me like this. So powerful and strong.” 

A strangled moan came from Thor’s throat at her praise and he ducked his head, letting his long hair brush against her over sensitized chest. Ellie loved his reactions and carried on praising him as he brought them ever closer to their peaks. “So perfect, you’re beautiful.” she rambled, “So big and wonderful on top me, I love feeling you like this. All mine, sweetheart, you’re mine.” 

Thor cried out, wanting to be hers almost more than he wanted her to be his. Her words had unlocked a burning need within him that he hadn’t even realized was there. “Yours, I’m yours.” he panted out between thrusts. It wasn’t long before his rhythm faltered, his motions becoming more erratic. He slipped a hand down to stroke Ellie’s clit a few times until he felt her inner walls clamp down around his cock, her whole body tensing as she came again under him. The additional pressure around him had Thor coming with a shout, catching himself on shaking arms so he didn’t completely crush her when he practically crumpled from the pleasure rocketing through him. 

Ellie traced slow lines along the center of Thor’s back. Patiently waiting as he came back down from his high. He lifted his head finally, the clouds clearing from his thoughts. “You are a goddess.” he whispered. 

Ellie smiled, pleased. “And you are magnificent.” She gave him a playful kiss, a smile turning up the corners of her kiss bruised lips.

Thor rolled off of her and onto his back with a groan. Ellie took the opportunity for snuggles, laying across him like a blanket. “It still amazes me that you enjoy this.” Thor admitted quietly. 

Ellie shot him a confused look.

“Me, like this.” he motioned down the length of his body. 

Ellie smiled, “How could I not? You’re perfect, sweetheart.” 

Thor blushed and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 

For the first time since he had gained the weight, Thor let himself be at peace with it. He let himself believe Ellie’s words, and accepted that he could be loved and found desirable even without the chiseled good looks of his youth. He’d been through a lot in the last decade but he made it despite everything life had thrown at him, and all it had taken from him. He coped the best he could and he survived. Thor could no longer find it within himself to begrudge how he had coped when in the end he made it through to the point where he had hope for a brighter future again. A weight lifted itself from his chest, not gone forever but alleviated for the time being, and Thor thought that was good enough for him. 

FYI... the final chapter goes up Wednesday night! I intend to post the epilogue that night as well. I’ve decided to go a different route for the epilogue than having it be a standard extra chapter sort of set up. It will be a series of snippets from the next year of their lives. I feel like it’ll give us all a little more closure in their journey. See ya’ll in two days!!

Taglist lovelies: @thorfanficwriter @lancsnerd @avengers-fixation

[sims-psycho]

Let's see... Basics for Andie, Personality for Maya, Physical for Alex, Environment for Luna and Misc for Billie! 😁💕

OKAY, so i realise you sent me this actual months ago, but i’m answering it now okay, ily (below the cut cuz it be looong)

What is their gender?  Female

What is their sexuality?  Gay

What is the meaning behind their name? Do they have any nicknames? Her  father's brother was called Andrew and he wanted to honour him,  therefore; Andie. She has a few nicknames, back home she got called  ‘Little Fish’ a lot, but recently shes acquired the name ‘Siren’.

Do they have any siblings? How many? Are they older or younger? Which sibling are they the closest with? Kit  is her only sibling, and even though she acts a lot younger than her  age she’s actually older than him.....by about 10 minutes, and they’re  really close

What’s their relationship with their parents like? What about other relatives? She has fond memeories of her birth parents, although she visits them less and less now, secretly she doesn’t want them to see what she’s ‘become’. She is however incredibly close with her brother Kit, they argue and fight a lot but deep down it’s because of how strong their bond is  

What would they give their life for? Literally anything. Being immortal means that you can ‘die’ for as many things/people as you want with no repercussions, which means for her at least giving her life for something isn’t as special or meaningful as it would be for a mortal.

Are they in a romantic relationship? With who? How did they meet? She’s single, although canonically within my story she’s also not (but I’m not going to give anything away cuz spoilers hehe)

What do they believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them? Honestly, she doesn’t think about dying

What is their favourite colour? Favourite animal? Pastel pink and blue are her favourite colours; and she loves spiders and lizards

What are some of their talents/skills? She can surf, skate and ride a horse. She’s also a skilled fighter, and is pretty good at the guitar

If they could make a mark on history, what would they like it to be? She doesn’t really think about stuff like this

How old are they? When is their birthday? Technically she’s 59 (her birthday is 7/6/1960) but she was turned by Erik in 1980 so physically she’s stuck as a 20 year old.

What do they do for fun? Literally, whatever they want, whenever they want. Mostly going out late at night, partying, feeding and being loud about it

What is their favourite food? How often do they get to eat it? Any kind of cookie dough, and she eats it all the time

What was something their parents taught them? Trust your gut instinct

Are they religious? No

Where were they born? Horrocks, WA

What languages can they speak? Where did they learn these languages? She was raised speaking english and that’s the only language she’s fluent in. Over the years she’s picked up a few words and phrases in many different languages, but nothing significant enough to hold a conversation.

What is their occupation? It’s complicated, I guess the best way to desribe what she does is that she’s a glorified body guard/hit man

Do they have any titles? How did they earn them? No titles, but through her work she has aquirred the name ‘Siren’ which she kind of likes in a twisted way

21. What is their favorite thing about their personality? Her determination and persistence

22. What is their least favorite thing about their personality? Her paranoia

23. Do they get lonely easily? No, she likes being alone, and whenever she does get lonely she sits with Erik

24. Do you know their MBTI type? INTP

25. What is their biggest flaw? Her over-confidence

26. Are they aware of their flaws? Not really

27. What is their biggest strength? Manipulation

28. Are they aware of their strengths? Yes

29. How would they describe their own personality? Confident, Charismatic and Engaging

30. When frightened, will they resort to “fight” or “flight”? It depends on the situation, contray to popular belief, she’s fled more than she’s fought

31. Does this character ever put somebody else’s needs before their own? Who do they do this for? How often do they do this? In her own head she believes everything she does if for other people, but in reality she has tunnel vision for what she wants, and only what she wants

32. What is their self esteem like? Too high

33. What is their biggest fear? How would they react to having to face it? Her biggest fear is probably losing control of everything around her, but she doesn’t ever see that happening so she doesn’t think about it facing it.....she probably should tho js......

34. How easily do they trust others with their secrets? With their lives? Having the ability to make most people forget things whenever she wants means she has a very twisted definition of the word ‘trust’, but she’d only really trust Erik and Tegan with actual important things and her life, but doesn’t do that often

35. What is the easiest way to annoy them? Exist in her life when she doesn’t want you too...

36. What is their sense of humor like? Give an example of a joke they would find humorous. She has quite a sadistic and situational sense of humour, conventional jokes don’t really make her genuinely laugh

37. How easy is it for them to say “I love you”? Do they say it without meaning it? She can say it without meaning it very easily, but hasn’t said it sincersly in a long long time

38. What do others admire most about their personality? Her ability to apear calm in every situation

39. What does their happily ever after look like? She doesn’t really see her life ever getting to a point where she can settle, theres always going to be something else to do. She’ll only be happy once she owns the world

40. Who do they trust most? Is that trust mutual? Erik is probably the only person she fully trusts, and it might be mutal, you’ll have to ask him

41. What does their laugh sound like? Do they snort when they laugh? How often do they laugh? Surprisingly it’s actually quite soft and breathy, occassionally they’ll snort, but if something really makes them laugh they just roll around with their mouth open holding their stomach, although they don’t laugh a lot (unless they’re with Elliot, they make each other howl sometimes)

42. What is their favorite thing about their physical appearance? Their hair is about the only thing they actually like about themself physically

43. What is their least favorite thing about their physical appearance? Everything else

44. Do they have any scars? If so, what are the stories behind those scars? No scars

45. How would they describe their own appearance? Edgy

46. How easily can they express emotions? How easily can they hide emotions? They’re not very good at hiding their emotions, although they think they are. They tend to bottle things up and then they explode, and they’re not very good at talking about their feelings either, much too their friends annoyance

47. What’s their pain tolerance like? Very high

48. Do they have any tattoos? What are the stories behind those tattoos? No tattoos yet, although they definitely want to get loads in the future

49. Do they have any piercings? They have 6 piercings in each ear, a lip piercing and also a nose piercing that they don’t wear anymore.

50. How would you describe their style of clothing? How would they describe their style of clothing? Kind of stoner grunge, Alex would probably just say a lot of black and band tees

51. What is their height? Weight? They’re 5′7, and I don’t know about weight

52. What is their body type? Are they muscular, chubby, skinny, etc? Very skinny, but deceptively strong, especially in their arms and legs

53. What is their hair color? Eye color? Skin tone? Dark brown hair, grey eyes and pale skin

54. What is their current hairstyle? What have been some of their past hairstyles? Which was their favorite hairstyle? They’ve had short hair for as long as they can remember and never want it long, might dye it in the future but can’t decide on a colour

55. What is their alcohol tolerance like? What kind of drunk are they? How bad are their hangovers? They have a pretty high tolerance, they’re basically the same drunk as sober, except they’re a little more open and extroverted, but only a little. They don’t get hangerovers

56. What do they smell like? Why do they smell like this? (Is it the things they’re around or a perfume they wear?) Most of the time they smell of hemp, because thats what their body wash is

57. How do they feel about sex? Are they a virgin? They definitely more of a giver than a taker when it comes to sex, mostly because of their own body image issues, they’re not a virgin

58. What is their most noticeable physical attribute? Probably their general sense of style

59. What does their resting face look like? Do they have RBF? They mostly just look dead inside when they relax lol

60. Describe the way they sleep. They don’t really sleep, when they do they normally just crash in whatever position they’re in at the time

61. Which season is their favorite season? Summer

62. Have they ever been betrayed? How did it affect their ability to trust others? Never been betrayed

63. What is always guaranteed to make them smile? She’s very easy to make smile, but just being around her friends makes her smile naturally

64. Do they get cold easily? Do they get overheated easily? She doesn’t get cold often, but when she does it takes her forever to warm up. She overheats fairly regularly but never for very long at a time

65. What’s their immune system like? Do they get sick often? How do they react to getting sick? She has a very strong immune system and doesn’t get sick very often, when she does tho she can be a bit of nightmare, especially due to her wanting to just get on with things even when she’s ill, so she gets grumpy when she’s forced to just lay in bed and recover.

66. Where do they live? Do they like it there? She lives in Great Bear with her mum, dad and two younger sisters. She does like it, but also can’t wait to move out and experience more of the world, it’ll always be home to her though

67. Is their bedroom messy? What about their bathroom? Kitchen? Living room? Her room is incredibly neat, and so is the rest of the house seeing as her mother is also very organized

68. How did their environment growing up affect their personality? She grew up in a very loving, but also very strict household. The rules have loosened as she’s got older, but because of this she holds herself to very high standards and has a strong worth ethic.

69. How did the people in their environment growing up affect their personality? Like I just said, both her parents were quite strict, but also really supportive and loving. They were always willing to talk through any issues and compromise where they could resulting in her being very understanding and mature. What also added to this was the fact that she has two younger sisters that she feels very protective over

70. How do they feel about animals? Do they have any pets? She loves animals, her family have a little white cat called Beanie (Luna named her as a kid and she’s basically her cat tho)

71. How are they with children? Do they have any? Do they want any? She does like children and is good with them. She definitely wants some when she’s older, but not now.....

72.   Would they rather have stability or comfort? Comfort  

73. Do they prefer the indoors or outdoors? Outdoors

74. What weather is their favorite? Do they like storms? She loves sunny days with a nice cool breeze the most. Also snow, just not not for any extended amount of time cuz she gets sick of the cold real quick. She likes thunderstorms when she’s tucked up cozy inside

75. If given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen? Probably just lots of little doodles, maybe a couple lists of different things and some dress designs

76. How organized are they? Extremely

77. What is their most prized possession? Either her moon necklace Kane gave her, or her first spellbook

78. Who do they consider to be their best friend? Kane

79. What is their economic situation? She still lives at home with her parents, so she doesn’t really have to worry about this stuff yet  

80. Are they a morning person or a night owl? Morning person

81. Are they bothered by the sight of blood? bothered by it yes, but also used to it

82. What is their handwriting like? curved and neat

83. Can they swim? How well? Do they like to swim? She’s a pretty good swimmer, but only casually, she doesn’t do it much but enjoys it when she does, she has to be in the mood for it though

84. Which deadly sin do they represent best? Anger

85. Do they believe in ghosts? Yes

86. How do they celebrate holidays? How do they celebrate birthdays? She’s very low key with celebrations, she only really spends it with their closest friends and family, normally doing something chill like going out for a nice meal. Sounds boring I know, but she’s very intoverted and doesn’t like being the centre of attention or being around lots of people so it’s an ideal way to celebrate to her

87. What is something they regret? She regrets not being honest with her mum about why she moved away, but she also can’t even begin to think about how to explain it to her

88. Do they have an accent? British northern accent, her official voice claim is Corinne Bailey Rae

89. What is their D&D alignment? Chaotic Good

90. Are they right or left handed? left handed

91. If they were a tweet, what tweet would they be?

92. Describe them as a John Mulaney gif.

93. What’s the most iconic line of dialogue they’ve ever said? “Yeah, I know she’s a bit of a bitch, but she knows she’s a bitch, and you kinda gotta respect that at least”

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93 questions…read below cut at your own risk!

Basics:

1. What is their gender?  Female

 2. What is their sexuality? Straight

 3. What is the meaning behind their name? Do they have any nicknames? She was given the name Blue Reign by the fire chief because she arrived in the middle of the largest storm the city had seen, a storm that ended the day of her arrival. Cache calls her Blue Bird or Little Blue Bird

 4. Do they have any siblings? How many? Are they older or younger?  Which sibling are they the closest with? None that they know

 5. What’s their relationship with their parents like? What about other relatives? Non existent, she doesn’t know who her parents are.

 6. What would they give their life for? Her unborn baby

 7. Are they in a romantic relationship? With who? How did they meet? Nope

 8. What do they believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them? Not something she thinks of too much, but no she doesn’t really believe in an afterlife.

 9. What is their favorite color? Favorite animal?  Her favorite color is red and her favorite animal is the elephant

 10. What are some of their talents/skills?  She secretly writes poetry

 11. If they could make a mark on history, what would they like it to be?

 12. How old are they? When is their birthday? 18 years old October 10th

 13. What do they do for fun? She loves playing video games and swimming…anything outdoors really

 14. What is their favorite food? How often do they get to eat it? Steak and twice baked potatoes and almost never it’s too expensive, her favorite go to though is cheeseburgers, the greasier and cheesier the better. She eats those all the time.

 15. What was something their parents taught them? That kids were disposable

 16. Are they religious? Nope

 17. Where were they born? New York is all she knows for certain, she assumes City of Dreams since that is where she was left.

 18. What languages can they speak? Where did they learn these languages? Just English

 19. What is their occupation? Waitress at 2 men and a griddle

 20. Do they have any titles? How did they earn them?  no

 Personality:

21. What is their favorite thing about their personality? She can be very blunt

 22. What is their least favorite thing about their personality? She can be very blunt

 23. Do they get lonely easily? In a way she has been lonely her entire life, but not being lonely means trusting and that’s very hard for her.

 24. Do you know their MBTI type? INFP would be maybe closest?

 25. What is their biggest flaw? She doesn’t always think things through completely

 26. Are they aware of their flaws? She usually sees it after the fact but in the moment not so much

 27. What is their biggest strength? She’s very passionate about what is important to her

 28. Are they aware of their strengths? She doesn’t see it so much as a strength

 29. How would they describe their own personality?  Loves to laugh and have fun, kind of moody at times…general pain in the ass.

 30. When frightened, will they resort to “fight” or “flight”? Fight

 31. Does this character ever put somebody else’s needs before their own? Who do they do this for? How often do they do this? She is learning to with the baby she is carrying, and she has in foster care before helping other people that were being treated unfairly.

 32. What is their self esteem like? Pretty low in most ways

 33. What is their biggest fear? How would they react to having to face it? Ending up a complete failure, she is doing everything she can not to have to face that, although she already has in a way with getting pregnant.

 34. How easily do they trust others with their secrets? With their lives?  They don’t trust anyone with their secrets, Cache is the only one she has trusted in the past and that was years ago so she’s wary of trusting him now because as she would say “people are always changing.”

 35. What is the easiest way to annoy them? Chew with your mouth open

 36. What is their sense of humor like? Give an example of a joke they would find humorous. She has a corny sense of humor.   A type of joke she would tell…2 men walk into a bar the third one ducks..

 37. How easy is it for them to say “I love you”? Do they say it without meaning it?

She has never said it to anyone

38. What do others admire most about their personality?

Hmmm if you ask her no one has ever admired her, but a girl in the home she was in last looked up to her because she was always standing up to the adult caretakers telling them off when they were treating people unfair, and she got into more than one fight protecting younger kids from older bullies.

39. What does their happily ever after look like?

Learning to love and trust enough to fall in love and make real friends, raising her baby to be healthy and loved and well-adjusted and being able to give him or her everything she didn’t have.

40. Who do they trust most? Is that trust mutual? Cache would be the only one she even kind of trusts..and she don’t know yet..

 Physical Profile:

41. What does their laugh sound like? Do they snort when they laugh? How often do they laugh?  She is definitely a giggler and yes she gives little tiny snorts if she laughs hard.. lately she doesn’t laugh much.

 42. What is their favorite thing about their physical appearance?

Her eyes

43. What is their least favorite thing about their physical appearance?

Her freckles

44. Do they have any scars? If so, what are the stories behind those scars?

She has a scar on her thigh from a kid that pulled a knife in one of the homes and tried to violate her, he was caught before it went too far (is there such a thing really?) and sent away. She also has a few small circular burns on her left shoulder, from a foster mom that thought she needed the devil removed when she was young. She won’t speak about either incident.

45. How would they describe their own appearance?

A freckled mess

46. How easily can they express emotions? How easily can they hide emotions?

She has no problem acting happy or being excited, deeper emotions though she keeps very close to her chest, she’s not the kind of girl that lets just anyone see her hurt or cry because she views vulnerability as weakness and weakness has always been dangerous to show.

47.  What’s their pain tolerance like? Pretty high actually

 48. Do they have any tattoos? What are the stories behind those tattoos? nope

 49. Do they have any piercings? Just her ears

 50. How would you describe their style of clothing? How would they describe their style of clothing?

Whatever she can afford at the thrift store. Thrift store fumpulous !

51. What is their height? Weight? 4 ft 10 inches 80 lbs

 52. What is their body type? Are they muscular, chubby, skinny, etc?

Too thin

53. What is their hair color? Eye color? Skin tone?

Light brown hair, very blue eyes, ivory skin

54. What is their current hairstyle? What have been some of their past hairstyles? Which was their favorite hairstyle? Pony tail  she’s had it cut short before, but prefers it longer.

 55. What is their alcohol tolerance like? What kind of drunk are they? How bad are their hangovers?

Pretty high for her size but that doesn’t say much..she is a very rowdy drunk and doesn’t get hangovers

56. What do they smell like? Why do they smell like this? (Is it the things they’re around or a perfume they wear?)

Soft vanilla except after work..then she smells like a diner…

57. How do they feel about sex? Are they a virgin?

Not a virgin but hasn’t had a good sexual experience

58. What is their most noticeable physical attribute?

Gonna have to say her eyes?

59. What does their resting face look like? Do they have RBF?

Definitely has a resting bitch face probably because she is so guarded all the time..

60. Describe the way they sleep.

Well she use to sleep with her arms tucked under her on her stomach, now she has to sleep on her side or back

Environment:

61. Which season is their favorite season?

Spring because its fresh and new

62. Have they ever been betrayed? How did it affect their ability to trust others?

Too many times to count and she doesn’t trust

63. What is always guaranteed to make them smile?

Sweets generally do the trick..

64. Do they get cold easily? Do they get overheated easily?

Normally she gets cold very easily..now she is more likely to overheat

65. What’s their immune system like? Do they get sick often? How do they react to getting sick?

Hardly ever gets sick but when she does she is miserable

66. Where do they live? Do they like it there? City of Dreams, New York.  Its where she’s always lived so there is comfort in the familiar.

 67. Is their bedroom messy? What about their bathroom? Kitchen? Living room?

Nope her home is pretty poor and old and run down but she tries to keep it tidy

68. How did their environment growing up affect their personality?

She grew up in a lot of chaos and nothing ever being hers really, so she is very attached to her stuff and needs a space that is quiet and just hers.

69. How did the people in their environment growing up affect their personality?

Most people taught her to be wary of people to not trust anyone, but Cache taught her that there were some good out there..and also gave her the bravery to stand up for others after he left.

70. How do they feel about animals? Do they have any pets? She loves animals but doesn’t have time for a pet.

 71. How are they with children? Do they have any? Do they want any?

She is pregnant now, but hasn’t really been around small children since she was a child herself..

72.  Would they rather have stability or comfort?

She wants both but forced to choose she would choose stability

73. Do they prefer the indoors or outdoors?

outdoors

74. What weather is their favorite? Do they like storms?

Thunderstorms so yes she loves them

75. If given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

She’d fill it with words

76. How organized are they?

With stuff very organized..with her life and time management..not at all

77. What is their most prized possession?

Her journal

78. Who do they consider to be their best friend?  I guess Cache but she wouldn’t call him a best friend because they just reconnected..just the only friend she has at this time

 79. What is their economic situation? Very poor

 80. Are they a morning person or a night owl? Night owl

 Miscellaneous:

81. Are they bothered by the sight of blood?

Nope

82. What is their handwriting like?

delicate

83. Can they swim? How well? Do they like to swim?

She adores swimming so yes and she can swim pretty good

84. Which deadly sin do they represent best?

Envy I guess? Because she envies those who have easier lives and families and such

85. Do they believe in ghosts? Nope

 86. How do they celebrate holidays? How do they celebrate birthdays?

She doesn’t celebrate either

87. What is something they regret?

Meeting Chris

88. Do they have an accent?

No

89. What is their D&D alignment? Chaotic Neutral or Chaotic Good…depends on the day..so probably definitely Chaotic neutral lol

 90. Are they right or left handed?

Right handed

91. If they were a tweet, what tweet would they be?

A meme? Not sure really

92. Describe them as a John Mulaney gif.

Why do you do this?

93. What’s the most iconic line of dialogue they’ve ever said?  Blue is my name not my state of mind..