#and the woman is pregnant and johnny is supposed to “”“love her so much”“” and she's nowhere this is so fucking crazy

[eightyfours]

someone who is way better with words than me. please talk about carmen

[bejeweledblondie]

so excited about you having your requests open. I love your page!!

can I please request: Simon Ghost Riley x wife!reader?

Ghost and the rest of tf 141 are on a mission and end up getting detoured by who ever they are taking out (Russians, Hassan, etc). They need a safe house and quick! Well it just so happens simons place is right near by and simon takes them. the reader is home alone and just got out of the shower, she heard a bunch of men downstairs and gets freaked. In just her bathrobe, reader takes one of their safety guns and goes to defend herself against the “intruders” but really it’s just simon and gang

(sorry if this is long I got excited)

please and thanks

Hello! I’m so happy you’re enjoying my blog! I do apologize for the delay I was hospitalized for a lung infection (shit sucks dude I felt like a Victorian child dying of tuberculosis) but I’m all good now! So enjoy!

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! Reader

Summary: After their mission becomes compromised Task Force 141 has to take up shelter in a safe house or the Riley Family home much to the surprise of Mrs. Simon Riley

Warnings: innuendos

“Come on I know a place.” Ghost grunted through his skull faced mask. The Lieutenant begrudgingly huffed & puffed leading the rest of his teammates through the forest that lead to the cottage where his family resided. After their location had been compromised Laswell ordered them to find a home in order to stay in where they’d go undetected. With them being only ten miles away from the cottage he called home with his wife, he knew it was the only option. Finally, after miles of hearing Gaz & Johnny complain about their feet aching they reached the wisteria ridden cottage.

He started to reach into his pocket & pulled out the key to his front door.

“Take your shoes off,” Ghost demanded. “We don’t want to track mud.” Photos of a very beautiful young woman in a wedding dress graced the walls of hallway leading into the living room. Simon could hear the water running in the upstairs bathroom indicating to him his beloved darling wife was showering.

“Simon, how do you know about this place?” Soap asked after he kicked his boots off. “I’m assuming you know the beautiful lassie in the photos.” Price chuckled to himself, knew about you. Simon had come to him to ask for advice on a lot of different things in regards to a marriage. His most recent was about children. It was just four months ago you had found out you were with child.

“Something like that.” Simon replied, & removed his mask. Gaz & Soap gave each other a glance knowing he must’ve felt very comfortable with his environment. A black & white cat rounded the corner out of the kitchen. He made a beeline for Simon & started to rub up against Simon’s legs. Bending down Simon grabbed the feline & started to pet him.

You had decided to run a shower, needing to wash away the grime of the day. Your current tired pregnant state made you incredibly drowsy. Resting your head against the cold tile you could’ve sworn you heard the door open. Chalking it up to pure exhaustion you ignored it. Then the all familiar sound of boots coming off by the front door made your head snap. You turned off the water, & dried yourself off. Wrapping yourself in your bathrobe & throwing on a pair of panties you grabbed the shot gun that laid next to the bed. If there was one thing Simon taught you was to defend yourself.

Slowly you started to make your way down the staircase shotgun pointed outwards. Once at the bottom you turned the corner into the hallway. Seeing the all familiar broad shoulders of your husband made you lower your shotgun.

“Si?” You asked clearly confused now cradling the shotgun in your arm. He turned around holding, Phantom your beloved tuxedo cat. “I thought you were supposed to be home in a few days.” You stated clearly confused.

“I’m sorry love, we needed somewhere to stay for a few days.” He replied. “Just until the heat dies down.” He gave you a kiss, much to the surprise of his teammates. “How the little one?” He asked placing one of his large hands on your lower abdomen.

“The usual,” You replied. “But overall we’re just fine.” Soap & Gaz stood there with their mouths wide open in shock.

“You have a kid?!” Soap asked.

“Back it up when did you get married?” Gaz asked. Price just stood there pinching the bridge of his nose at his teammates ruining the lovers moment. Simon holding his wife tightly now turned to face them.

“I got married three years ago, & we’re expecting our first child in five months.” Simon replied. “This is Mrs. Simon Riley, Y/N.”

“It’s so lovely to meet all of you.” You replied beaming. “Hi, John it’s nice to see you again.” You said waving at Price. Both Soap & Gaz looked at him shocked.

“What?!” John asked. “It wasn’t my responsibility to tell you.” Noticing your lack of clothing you excused yourself to change, & brought down old pajamas of Simon’s for the boys.

“The shower is open, & let me bake some cookies for you boys. You must be hungry.” You said. Simon took his usual spot on the couch & turned on Netflix. You loved taking care of Simon, he was the love of your life. The two of you depended on each other for everything. His job was a big stressor in his life & you wanted to make his home life as relaxing as you possibly could.

Soap, & Gaz were in seventh heaven in a world of hardened military men, the tender touch of a woman was exactly what they needed. Someone to just take care of them for a little bit to let them escape from the reality of their lives. Once the cookies were done you brought some plates out for them & then took your place right next to Simon on the couch. He pulled you in tightly, your head resting on his chest & his hand resting on your lower abdomen caressing the small bump. After a plate of cookies you both fell asleep on the couch. John himself was already knocked out in the little recliner that sat next to the couch his bucket hat covering his face. Gaz nudged Soap to look at their sleeping Lieutenant & his darling wife. It was so foreign to them to see him in such a soft state. They had seen him snap men’s necks the way you’d snap a Kit-Kat but here he was even in sleep being so gentle. Soon afterwards the two men also let sleep take over, letting the uncertainty of the situation become a problem for tomorrow.

[multific]

Little You-s and I-s

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary: You and Tommy deal with the changes that come with your pregnancy.

Your pregnancy changed you a lot.

You became more sensitive to smell for example.

One evening, Thomas arrived home from the bar, and as soon as you caught the smell of drinks and smoke on him, you rushed to the bathroom.

Then there was the incident when you craved fish but before you could cook it, the smell of it caught your nose and again, rushing for the toilet you went.

Thomas was incredibly happy when you told him the news, having his own family with you was always a goal of his.

What he didn't like however is just how sensitive you became and one thing that set it off easily was his cigarettes.

Thomas smoked a lot, so for him to not be able to do that in his own home was a bit challenging, but he still found ways to smoke one or two in the furthest part of the garden. Even then, sometimes the wind carried the smell right back to you.

"No smoking and no drinks!" yelled Tom at John as he pulled out a cigarette.

"What? Why?"

"My wife is pregnant, she is sensitive to the smell."

"Oooh, it got that bad huh?" asked John as you entered the room with a tray, on the tray there were some cookies and tea.

"I'll appreciate if you can hold yourself from smoking just this once John, the smell of it just..."

"No problem, thank you for the tea."

"I'll leave you to it." you smiled at your husband who nodded before he turned to John, talking about business.

When lunchtime was approaching, both John and Tom found themselves in the kitchen where you were currently chopping up some carrots and crying.

"Darling, I'm sure the carrots don't mind us eating them."

"Tell that to the headless chicken in the oven, Thomas!" you quickly said back making both men take a step back, Thomas should have known not to argue with you.

Both headed into the dining room instead.

"Is pregnancy supposed to affect a woman this much?" asked John in a hushed tone.

"I think so? I'm no expert John. Arthur has children, he might know more."

"She is glowing though. She was crying but she still looked like a Goddess."

"Can't argue with that, John. But keep your wandering eyes to yourself, she is my wife."

"Does she always cry during cooking?"

"As of late, yes. Yesterday, she made salmon, cried her heart about as she was talking about the poor little fishies the one she cooked left behind. But then this morning, she cried when she made salad. Saying the potatoes didn't deserve to die this way."

"So, she is sensitive to smell, cries when the cooks, can't get worse than that, I'd say."

"She talks back like I have never heard before."

"Okay, I was wrong it can get worse. You mean to tell me, that my lovely shy sister-in-law talks back? The one who didn't dare to tell you she didn't like the ring you gave her?" Thomas made a face at John's confession.

"She didn't like the ring?"

"No, she said she wished you would have given her something more simple. But she didn't want to tell you because she would hurt your feelings."

"Well now, with my child under her heart, she is not afraid to talk from her heart. The other day she told me I should dress better, apparently my suits make me look old. Then she wanted to dance and when I said I don't have the energy she complained that I never have when it comes to her. This is true sadly, however, the latest one... oh Johnny, my boy just before you arrived, she told me to ask you not to smoke and when I told her that you will be free to do as you please, the look. That look I know well, it's the look of someone who is about to murder. She said I either tell you to not smoke or-" Thomas stopped as he felt a shiver run down his spine, both men turned towards the door only to find you with the food in your hands on a tray. 

You approached them and placed the food in front of them. The air was cold, John swore he could have cut the tension with a spoon.

"I told him he either asks you not to smoke or I will seriously question his position as the leader, as all leaders should be listened to and respected. And if he is not able to do so, then I shall take his place. So, you are not allowed to smoke John." John nodded, not even daring to look at you.

"Th-Thank you for the meal." John said.

"I know I can be a handful since I'm with child, I feel the change in myself, the doctor said it was hormones to blame, but I seriously hope you do not plan on talking our dear Johnny's ears off with my silliness, Dear Thomas. He doesn't have to know everything."

"Of course, Love. I apologize." Thomas grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on it.

John left soon after lunch and you were now washing the dishes as Tom was reading in the living room.

Once all dishes were done, you headed into the living room, a soft song playing as he was reading in his favourite armchair. He put the paper down when he saw you approach and you sat on his lap, your head on his chest as he continued to read with one hand as the other was now around you, comforting you.

"Am I really that annoying that you talk to John about it?"

"You are not annoying, Love. Odd, sometimes yes, but that isn't due to pregnancy." you giggled a little.

You were fine with 'odd'.

"I try to control it, you know?"

"Oh, God, is this the controlled version? I'm scared now for the uncontrolled one."

"It will get worse, I'm warning you because the doctor said last week that this will only grow as the baby does."

"It's alright, your body will change, I can take a few harsh words, I took bullets after all." he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Do you want a girl or a boy?" you asked with a rather quiet voice.

"I don't really care, as long as both of you are safe and healthy."

"So you want a boy, got it." Tommy laughed you looked up at him, into his blue eyes. "I just want them to have your eyes."

"What if they don't?"

"Then we try until we have a child who does." you smiled at him as he looked at you.

"Just how many children my Missus want?"

"Oh, as many as my lovely husband would give me. We have a big house, it would be nice to have some life in it. Little you-s and I-s running around."

"I would like that. Honestly, I would like that very much. But let's see how you do after this one, then we will talk."

You hummed before you placed another kiss on his lips, letting him return to his paper as comfortable silence fell.

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[simmingnate]

"The person I am sending home tonight, is… Liz. I'm sorry, you're an incredible woman with depth, beauty, and intellect, but I just can't picture us sharing the future I want. I wish you nothing but the best, and all the success in the world with your writing.”

"So Johnny gets excited by the thought of ol' Tits with one of his buns in my oven, does he? Well that's very good to know! One more piece of gear in my ever-growing arsenal! And I'm pretty sure Johnny also likes the idea of my ever-growing arse…nal."

"This was a bad day for me. Johnny wasn't pleased with my behaviour, and looking back, neither am I. I was too harsh with Ebele, but I just love Johnny so much… if I don't end up with him, I hope he ends up with someone genuine."

"I'm very sad to lose Liz, she was my best friend here, and now I'm the last one left of the Baby Faced Mafia. I know we'll be friends for life, but it feels wrong to see her go. Johnny sent the wrong person home today."

"You people are lucky I haven't walked off! Sure, I'm relieved. Relieved Johnny kept me, and relieved I'm not pregnant. Was I telling the truth when I told Johnny I want children with him? Well, anything can be the truth, if you believe it. So I guess that's up to him."

"Oh dear. Well, I suppose I can understand Johnny's decision. We would be an unconventional match, but I would have liked to stay a bit longer - I've had a lot of fun, and made some great friends. I really hope Johnny finds his happily ever after - I just wish I'd found mine."

"Our literary lovely didn't see this twist coming! Another broken heart here at the Johnny Wants a Wife mansion, as we turn the final page on Liz, and thank @whimsyalien for this adorable authoress!

We’ll see you next time on #JWAW! This is Matt Rimony, signing off!"

[morrisseyhaterr]

7, 8, 11, 18 pls!!

okay, definitely putting a readmore lol

7: Favourite live performance of a song

Okay, I'm definitely biased on this one, because I LOVE LOVE LOVE the demo version of wonderful woman and I don't even want to know how often I've watched this video, but it's this 1983 performance of "What do You See in Her":

https://youtu.be/W9ktxjzC_4A !

The way Morrissey sings is SO incredibly emotional, and you notice how personal those lyrics are to him - this is what people mean when they say "he poured his heart and soul into it". Wonderful Woman is among the most underrated Smiths songs for me, but honestly, I'm still sad about the lyric change.

I also have to dedicate a honourable mention to this 1986 performance to The Queen is Dead: https://youtu.be/-o76TepMrJI. Though i was first completely put off by Morrissey's random gurgling and gagging, and disliked this performance when I first saw this video, it has now definitely grown on me. Though I wouldn't listen to this version when I just want to hear the song, it definitely fits the vibe of the song: it's not only meant to be an easy listen, but also convey a message, while ALSO being witty and ironic. Also, LOOK AT JOHNNY PLAYING THE GUITAR WITH A DRUMSTICK??? i LOVE this man so much.

8: Best cover of a Smiths song

I don't know if this is a basic answer, but I really like the Deftones cover of "Please, Please, Please, Let me Get What I Want". The band brings a completely different sound to the song and changes your eperience listening to both the original and the cover, and I think this is what a great cover is supposed to do. Also love the recordings with Sandie Shaw, but I'm not sure if they count as covers haha

11: Theory I'd like to share

This one is a bit far-fetched, but here goes:

So, I know that "This Night Has Opened my Eyes" is at least partially based on "A Taste of Honey", but I do think that it is also based on another play called "Faust" by german author Goethe. Actually, the only thing keeping me from 100% believing that theory to be true is that Morrissey has never admitted to being inspired by Goethe, like he has with other great authors. I'll summarise the play here, but fyi, in it, themes of pedophilia/grooming and a dead baby are discussed, so if you don't want to read about this, please skip this one! :)

To sum up the play "Faust" as short as possible, there's this guy ( around 50) who is really booksmart, but doesn't know anything about real life, so he basically makes a bet with the devil, who makes him younger (about half his age) and helps him get with a 14-year old girl called Gretchen, which is obviously very creepy, but at the time people thought it was normal. She comes from a poor household, her mother is sick, she basically had to raise her own sister when she was still a child, and her father isn't around - and now there's this older guy, who also seems to have some money, taking an interest in her. She falls for him, thinks he loves her too - which he doesn't, it's implied that he just wants her for her body (also she's 14 and he's 25! let's not forget this fact). He gets her pregnant and leaves her, and now she's on her own, with no way to support the child, and being outcast by the people in her village, so she sadly drowns the baby. She then goes to jail and dies there, but her soul is saved by god and she goes to heaven. Pretty crazy stuff, honestly.

You can probably already see where this is going: The first verse of the song discusses drowning a baby in a river, which is exactly what Gretchen did. The line that goes "a grown man of 25, he said he'd cure your ills, but he didn't and he never will" also makes a lot of sense through this lens, and by singing "save your life, cause you've only got one" Morrissey could be referencing her soul being saved.

18: How did you first get into the Smiths?

Honestly, completely coincidentally. Last winter, I was just opening up YouTube and looking through my recommended videos when I saw a video titled "There is a light that never goes out". I had heard the name of the band this song was by once or twice, but never really checked them out, but for some reason, I just clicked on the video, and that was it: I was completely enchanted. Naturally, I checked out some other songs and was even more impressed with this band. They became the first band whose full discography I had listened to in the correct order. I just got the urge to find out more and more about them, and they became more and more important to me over time- and now I'm here, with basically almost my whole tumblr account dedicated to this band!

[kcrabb88]

Queer Movies/Books/TV Shows for Pride Month!

Happy Pride everyone!! For your viewing/reading pleasure I have made a (non-exhaustive) list of queer media that I have enjoyed! 

Movies/Documentaries

Pride (2014): An old tried and true favorite, which meets at the intersection of queer and workers’ rights. A group of queer activists support the 1985 miners’ strike in Wales (complete with a sing-through of Bread and Roses + Power in a Union)

Portrait of a Lady on Fire: On an isolated island in Brittany at the end of the eighteenth century, a female painter is obliged to paint a wedding portrait of a young woman (or, two young lesbians fall in love by the sea, and you cry)

God’s Own Country: Young farmer Johnny Saxby numbs his daily frustrations with binge drinking and casual sex, until the arrival of a Romanian migrant worker for lambing season ignites an intense relationship that sets Johnny on a new path (Seriously this movie is GREAT and doesn’t get enough love, watch it! It’s rough but ends happily)

The Half of It:  When smart but cash-strapped teen Ellie Chu agrees to write a love letter for a jock, she doesn't expect to become his friend - or fall for his crush (as in she falls for his crush who is another girl. This movie was so good, and really friendship focused!) 

Saving Face:  A Chinese-American lesbian and her traditionalist mother are reluctant to go public with secret loves that clash against cultural expectations (this is an oldie and a goodie, with a happy ending!)

Moonlight:  A young African-American man grapples with his identity and sexuality while experiencing the everyday struggles of childhood, adolescence, and burgeoning adulthood (featuring gay men of color!)

Carol:  An aspiring photographer develops an intimate relationship with an older woman in 1950s New York (everyone’s seen this I think, but I couldn’t not have it here)

Milk: The story of Harvey Milk and his struggles as an American gay activist who fought for gay rights and became California's first openly gay elected official (the speech at the end of this made me cry. Warning, of course, for death, if you don’t know about Harvey Milk)

Pride (Hulu Documentary):  A six-part documentary series chronicling the fight for LGBTQ civil rights in America (they go by decade from the 50s-2000s, and there is a lot of great trans inclusion in this)

Paris is Burning (Documentary): A 1990s documentary about the African American and Latinx ballroom scene. Available on Youtube!

A New York Christmas Wedding:  As her Christmas Eve wedding draws near, Jennifer is visited by an angel and shown what could have been if she hadn't denied her true feelings for her childhood best friend (this movie is SO CUTE. It’s really only nominally a Christmas movie and easily watched anytime. Features an interracial sapphic couple!) 

TV Shows 

Love, Victor: Victor is a new student at Creekwood High School on his own journey of self-discovery, facing challenges at home, adjusting to a new city, and struggling with his sexual orientation (this is a spin-off of Love, Simon, and it’s very sweet and well done! Featuring a young gay man of color)

Sex Education:  A teenage boy with a sex therapist mother teams up with a high school classmate to set up an underground sex therapy clinic at school (this has multiple queer characters, including a featured young Black gay man and also in season 2 there is a side ace character!) 

Black Sails: I mean, do I even need to put a summary here? If you follow me you know that Black Sails is full of queer pirates, just queers everywhere.

Gentleman Jack:  A dramatization of the life of LGBTQ+ trailblazer, voracious learner and cryptic diarist Anne Lister, who returns to Halifax, West Yorkshire in 1832, determined to transform the fate of her faded ancestral home Shibden Hall (Period drama lesbians!!! A title sequence  that will make you gay just by watching!) 

Tales of the City (2019):  A middle-aged Mary Ann returns to San Francisco and reunites with the eccentric friends she left behind. "Tales of the City" focuses primarily on the people who live in a boardinghouse turned apartment complex owned by Anna Madrigal at 28 Barbary Lane, all of whom quickly become part of what Maupin coined a "logical family". It's no longer a secret that Mrs. Madrigal is transgender. Instead, she is haunted by something from her past that has long been too painful to share (this is based on a book series and it’s got lots of great inter-generational queer relationships!) 

The Haunting of Bly Manor:  After an au pair’s tragic death, Henry hires a young American nanny to care for his orphaned niece and nephew who reside at Bly Manor with the chef Owen, groundskeeper Jamie and housekeeper, Mrs. Grose (sweet, tender, wonderful lesbians. A bittersweet ending but this show is so so wonderful)

Sense8: A group of people around the world are suddenly linked mentally, and must find a way to survive being hunted by those who see them as a threat to the world's order (queers just EVERYWHERE in this show, of all kinds)

Books

Loveless by Alice Oseman:  Georgia has never been in love, never kissed anyone, never even had a crush – but as a fanfic-obsessed romantic she’s sure she’ll find her person one day. This wise, warm and witty story of identity and self-acceptance sees Alice Oseman on towering form as Georgia and her friends discover that true love isn’t limited to romance (don’t be turned off by this title, it’s tongue-in-cheek. This is a book about an aroace college girl discovering herself and centers the importance and power of platonic relationships! I have it on my TBR and have heard great things)

Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters: Reese almost had it all: a loving relationship with Amy, an apartment in New York City, a job she didn't hate. She had scraped together what previous generations of trans women could only dream of: a life of mundane, bourgeois comforts. The only thing missing was a child. But then her girlfriend, Amy, detransitioned and became Ames, and everything fell apart. Now Reese is caught in a self-destructive pattern: avoiding her loneliness by sleeping with married men.Ames isn't happy either. He thought detransitioning to live as a man would make life easier, but that decision cost him his relationship with Reese—and losing her meant losing his only family. Even though their romance is over, he longs to find a way back to her. When Ames's boss and lover, Katrina, reveals that she's pregnant with his baby—and that she's not sure whether she wants to keep it—Ames wonders if this is the chance he's been waiting for. Could the three of them form some kind of unconventional family—and raise the baby together?This provocative debut is about what happens at the emotional, messy, vulnerable corners of womanhood that platitudes and good intentions can't reach. Torrey Peters brilliantly and fearlessly navigates the most dangerous taboos around gender, sex, and relationships, gifting us a thrillingly original, witty, and deeply moving novel (again, don’t be thrown off by the title, it too, is tongue-in-cheek. This book was GREAT, and written by a trans women with a queer-and especially trans--audience in mind)

A Tip for the Hangman by Allison Epstein: A gay Christopher Marlowe, at Cambridge and trying to become England’s best new playwright, finds himself wrapped up in royal espionage schemes while also falling in love (this book is by a Twitter friend of mine, and it is a wonderful historical thriller with a gay man at the center).

Creatures of Will and Temper by Molly Tanzer: a very very queer remix of The Picture of Dorian Gray (which was already quite queer), featuring amazing female characters, a gay Basil, and a much happier ending than the original. 

Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston: The gay prince of England and the bisexual, biracial first son of the president fall in love (think an AU of 2016 where a woman becomes president). Featuring a fantastic discovery of bisexuality, ruminations on grief, and just a truly astonishing book. One of my favorites!

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston:  For cynical twenty-three-year-old August, moving to New York City is supposed to prove her right: that things like magic and cinematic love stories don’t exist, and the only smart way to go through life is alone. She can’t imagine how waiting tables at a 24-hour pancake diner and moving in with too many weird roommates could possibly change that. And there’s certainly no chance of her subway commute being anything more than a daily trudge through boredom and electrical failures. But then, there’s this gorgeous girl on the train (This is Casey McQuiston’s brand new novel featuring time-travel, queer women, and I absolutely cannot WAIT to read it)

The Heiress by Molly Greely: Set in the Pride and Prejudice universe, this takes on Anne de Bourg (Lady Catherine’s daughter), and makes her queer! 

Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters:  Nan King, an oyster girl, is captivated by the music hall phenomenon Kitty Butler, a male impersonator extraordinaire treading the boards in Canterbury. Through a friend at the box office, Nan manages to visit all her shows and finally meet her heroine. Soon after, she becomes Kitty's dresser and the two head for the bright lights of Leicester Square where they begin a glittering career as music-hall stars in an all-singing and dancing double act. At the same time, behind closed doors, they admit their attraction to each other and their affair begins (Sarah Waters is the queen of historical lesbians. All of her books are good, and they’re all gay! The Paying Guests is another great one)

(On a side note re: queer books, there are MANY, these are just ones I’ve read more recently. Also there are a lot of indie/self-published writers doing great work writing queer books, so definitely support your local indie authors!) 

[multi-fandom-imagine]

My Sunshine || Johnny Silverhand ||

A/n: I lied...this is my last Johnny Silverhand thing I am posting here but I wanted a somewhat soft Johnny so I wrote it.

I got a lot of requests for Decker from Love,death and Robots so while I am writing those I have this....so enjoy.

Warnings: Swearing, Johnny being Johnny. { still being a perv }

Summary:

Johnny thought he had it all when V popped into his life, the former Rock star finally found a woman of his dreams. Though he supposed his heart was big enough when his little girl came into his life, his Sunshine.

Johnny Silverhand didn't know how to react when V first told him that she was pregnant, to many emotions had ran through his mind. It took a long talk with one Ripper Doc named Victor and of course the threat by Jackie Welles from him to finally calm down. He never really knew how long a pregnancy was but shit did V look good through out every trimester. She seemed to glow, he would by lying to himself if he didn't think she was attractive. V or Valerie as he come to known her now was already a beautiful woman but now, shit he really couldn't get enough of her.

Then his little girl was born and his view on his dump of a rock changed everything, while he loved V more than anything he thought it would be it but his Sunshine, well she was just another piece to make him a better person. He knew that this little girl was wrapped around his finger was when she smiled up at him. V was sleeping, out for the night after a long night then his little girl started crying. Not wanting to wake the woman he loved he decided to take care of his kid himself, it took him singing for her to settle down and right before she closed her eyes she gave him a smile.

As she started to groan he noticed how much she started to look like V, while her hair wasn't as light as her mothers it was still a pretty blonde and though she looked like V his little girl was 100% his kid with just her attitude alone, a spitfire she was.

"How's daddy's little Sunshine." Grinning Johnny opened his arms wide to catch his little girl in time, though his smiled faltered once her got a look at V's face. Clearing out his throat he stood up holding his daughter to side. 

"Something wrong Princess.?"

"You can say that Johhny...Nora...why don't you tell daddy what you did today?"

Nora, his own bundle of Sunshine looked up at him with wide innocent eyes, her hair that was in pig tails swung wildly as she shook her head."I didn't do anythin daddy! someone called mommy fat! so I said that he better take that back or my daddy is gonna find him and put a bullet in his stupid fucking head."

Blinking it took him a moment to even register what had happened, did his little girl just swear? But once it hit him he started to laugh. Though V was scowling at him, her hands on her hips. "It's not funny Johnny."

Shaking his head the man took a few steps as he placed his hand on V's very pregnant stomach. "Come on it's a little funny. Shit I wish I was ya. Must have been so damn adorable." Placing his daughter down he ruffled the little girls hair, said child beaming up at her father. Same damn smile Johnny always wore.

 "Scratch that! I'm happy I wasn't cause I would have knocked that bastard on his ass, dumb ass doesn't know a smoking hot chick when he see's one..."

“Johnny.!” Sighing V pinched the bridge of her nose, she could already feel a headache forming."Can you just refrain from not swearing in front or Nora....or our next child." 

Distracted, she missed when Johnny walked towards her, his hand moving to caress her belly as he gave her a crooked smile."...Shit Princess I'll try. just for you okay..." 

Kneeling down he gave his daughter a smile. "And Sunshine." Lowering his voice so V wouldn't hear him he held his hand out. "Promise no swearing in front of mommy alright."

Giggling, Nora nodded her head as she then gave her father a small fist bump when he closed his hand. "Ok."

"Great now who's hungry?!"

Wrapping his hand around around V’s waist Johnny watched as his child jump up down in excitement.

“Me!me!Me!”

Leaning in close to his wife Johnny placed a kiss to the nape of her neck. “Don’t worry V, this will tucker our little Sunshine out. And once she I’m gonna fuck ya good in that Porsche.”

Cheeks burning V rolled her eyes. “I’ll hold you to that Silverhand.”

[imaginesforjohnnydepp]

New Home (Johnny Depp x reader)

Mid-October 2002

You leaned back on the couch and rested a hand on your sixteen week pregnant stomach and tried to collect your breath. Finally, after two months of unpacking your new home, you were officially moved in. This time last year, you and Johnny had been talking about moving away from Los Angeles and spent months figuring out where to live and finding the perfect house before deciding to raise your small but growing family in New Orleans, Louisiana, a city that was rich in culture and history, plus you filmed a movie here about ten years ago so it felt familiar to you. Though you had been in the city since early August, it had taken those two months to get everyone unpacked and there was always so little time to do it: you had to find a school for your ten year old son and six year old daughter and get them situated, get a Louisiana driver’s license, find pediatricians for the kids, an obstetrician for you and figure out a birthing plan all while Johnny is away preparing for his newest role. it was a lot.

When your heart rate turned to normal, you dragged the last of the boxes to the curb and returned to the kitchen for a snack. Once you selected a grape popsicle, you pulled out your phone from your sweater pocket and scrolled until you reached Johnny’s number to send a text message; he’d see it eventually. Finally unpacked the last box. We are officially moved in! you typed before hitting send. You knew you’d have to prepare snacks once the kids got home from school (in another hour) and then cook dinner, but you were so damn tired and you wished Johnny was with you. It was too much do do by yourself.

You’re pregnant with twins and you were starting to think that maybe you should’ve held out until the babies were born or at least until Johnny was done filming, but there’s nothing you could do about it now. After your popsicle you lad back down on the couch, hoping to catch a quick nap. You woke up when you heard the front door slam shut, jolting you awake. “Mom? We’re home!” your husband’s name sake called from the entrance of the house. “In the living room! Change out of your school clothes and get started on your homework,” you replied, your brain going to instant mom mode.

While they got started on their homework, you got to work on their snacks, fixing two PB+J sandwiches. “So what’d you guys do in school today?” you asked them. This was your favorite part of the day, hearing the things they did. John Christopher and Camille are sweet kids, and good students. They’re four years apart, your boy in fifth grade and Camille in first. John Christopher went first: “Today in Social Studies, Will Hopkins and Michael Juergens got into a fight and it took Ms. Davis and two other teachers to break it up.”

“Did you see who won?” While you don’t want your son to get into fights at school, that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the drama of his classmates (as long as he wasn’t involved) to lighten up an otherwise boring Monday morning. “Not the whole thing, but I’m sure Will definitely won because he got in the most hits.” You put the paper towel with the sandwich on it and gave the other one to Camille, and poured two cups of milk. “What started the fight?” you asked, a little more interested; it’d been a long time since you’ve seen a good fight that wasn’t on WWE.

“During P.E. last week, I was on the same basketball team with Will and Michael and when our team lost, Will kept blaming Mike because he didn’t get enough baskets.” Then it was Camille’s turn to talk about her day. “We read Frog and Toad today, and in Math, we’re learning to tell time.” You helped them both with their homework, and finally after an hour, they were done, so you let them do whatever until dinner was ready. As you put a bowl of salad in the fridge to chill before dinner, the house phone rang and grabbed it off the receiver in the living room.

You hoped it wasn’t your manager calling about reports coming out LA. Thankfully, you were wrong as you recognized the area code. “Baby!” you squealed as you seasoned the ground beef you were going to use for meatballs. “Hey darlin’, I got your message. How are the kids?” “Kids are fine. Got home two hours go, homework is all done. Hang on, I’ll call ‘em down.”

You turned the phone away from you as you called Three and Camille down to talk to their dad; you handed them phone. They both tried to talk over each other and you laughed as you prepared garlic bread to put in the oven. When they were done, they gave you the phone back and went into the living room to watch some television and you sat down in a chair. “I thought you were on set. Isn’t it supposed to be seven p.m. there?” “Yeah, we’re just taking a dinner break. Are you okay? Are the babies okay?”

“I’m fine, the babies are fine. We just miss you is all.” Johnny would be away for the bulk of your pregnancy to film Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl, depending on when the twins decided to make their arrival. “I miss you too,” he said, “so what else is new over there?” “Sarah’s still getting calls asking for our whereabouts, but they know we’re not in LA. Oh, and this woman at the checkout register said I looked like Y/N Y/L/N.” Your conversation carried on a for a few more minutes until Johnny was called back to set. “I love you Johnny.”

“I love you too Y/N. I’ll talk to you later tonight, okay?” “Okay.” You smiled as you hung up. You finished up dinner, pulling out the garlic bread and setting the table before calling the kids to dinner. “Three? Camille? Dinner’s ready!” It didn’t take long for them to come rushing down the stairs to the kitchen.

When the hands were washed drinks in cups, and food were on plates, you dug in. It felt so good to eat a nice family dinner in a new house, and you couldn’t help imagining two more places at the table with the impending arrival of your twins sitting next to their brother and sister. You just wished Johnny was here to experience it.

[redrascal1]

'Reylo is an abusive ship'.

One of the many reasons DLF trashed it, I suspect. But looking at 'reylo'...just how 'abusive' is Kylo to Rey?

When they first meet, she tries to shoot him. He could have Force choked her. He could have walked up to her, and decapitated her with his lightsabre. He could have done ANYTHING to this woman, who was his enemy.

He put her to sleep.

Later, he questioned her, as she was his enemy. He then attempted to 'read her mind'....which turned into a battle of wills which Rey won.

When they confronted each other in the forest, she again attempted to shoot him, when Kylo for the first - and last - time actually used physical violence against her.

In self defence.

From then on he only ever used violence against her whenever she attacked him. Rey in fact, did far more damage to Kylo than he did to her.

But..'abusive ship'. Because of the interrogation scene. Because of the 'tree throwing' scene.

But....what so many refuse to accept is that on both these early occassions...there was no relationship between Rey and Kylo. Not even friendship. They were on opposite sides of a war.

The JCF harpies have been comparing Kylo to Cal Hockley in Titanic. But Cal Hockley was Rose's fiance. She never attempted to harm him, or attacked him. She was his future wife, who he would be making vows to, vows to love and protect - someone to be smothered, controlled, hit.

No comparison.

Now, let's take a look at Anakin Skywalker.

When consumed by the Dark Side, he Force choked Padme - his wife - and to make things worse, she was pregnant.

That is abusive.

One of the JCF's most toxic individuals who is a strong Anakin fan, insists she despises Kylo because 'we, the audience, are ordered to find him sympathetic.'

No, we the audience are reminded that he is a human being. We were also supposed to feel for Anakin. Yet strangely a man who Force chokes his pregnant, unarmed wife is considered much more sympathetic by the JCF harpies than a young man who only ever lays a finger on Rey ....in self defence. Whose supposed 'torture' is far less harmful than Professor X in First class, who invaded the mind of Moira, his 'love interest' without her permission and erased part of her memory.

I am so very very tired of 'woke'. I've noticed that although a court of law has cleared Johnny Depp of assaulting his ex wife, many female journalists and writers are continuing to defend her, and that even #metoo criticised the decision of the court as a 'bad day' for them. Amber Heard is very lucky not to be locked up.

Fact is, 'woke' wants women to be seen as strong, powerful, as equal to men - which is great. Which is what we fought for. But women can't immediately go back into playing 'victim' whenever it suits them. And especially not when they are in the wrong.

If she was a man - she would have been locked up.

'Woke' destroyed reylo, destroyed the SW sequels, and took away my love for the franchise. But even worse than that, 'woke' is a poisonous message in real life. And that is what's really worrying.

[urlocalnctstan]

The Beauty And The Beast

Epoch 1

Autumn was here. The surroundings that were once green were now adorned in hues of orange and brown. Jaehyun flipped through the book he was currently reading, who's title went by 'Summerhill', subconsciously reminding himself to read it again as he finished it again for the hundredth time, to be precise, 113th. He sipped on his black tea as his eyes drifted towards the wooden window, observing the new change in nature. Neither seasons nor weather mattered to him, at the end of the day it would only be him all alone after all. His eyes lingered for a moment on the orange leaves until he felt the need to get up, debating silently on what library he should visit next, preferably somewhere desolate.

He despised human interaction; the hunger at times just kicks in when he can hardly control himself to stay composed. Things were not supposed to be this way, his whole family, his brothers would have been here if it were not for that dreadful malicious night. He passed through his library, the vintage touch of the best designers very prominent. The walls were transformed into wooden shelves, stained and burnished in textures of a brown oak tree. It was no surprise the whole library was filled with books, the shelves divided into 10 for all the brothers. Jaehyun did not reside on a specific genre, he loved to surf around all the categories, whilst the interests of others ranged from fantasies to science fiction. He liked the smell of the library, the odd scent of paper and wood subtly brought him comfort, for it would stage an illusion for him, making him feel that he was not the only one here. Living all alone for over 50 years has indeed made him more anti-social, his demeanor a big contrast to the one he had before all the tragedy occurred.

You on the other hand stayed still, cursing yourself for not arranging the books, and it was only seconds before the lady would recognize your negligence. You prayed, desperately clutched your hands, and silently kept praying, it was your only job and you cannot afford to lose it. As if in a response to your prayers, a man, probably in his mid-twenties entered the worn-out shabby premises, catching you off guard because literally, no one visits this rotten library. However, as he came closer, you felt your breath hitch as you took a nervous gulp; that man was breathtaking. His brown coat accentuated his broad build, the black hat perfectly resting on his black hair.

"I came to return this book," he scrunched his nose, it was enough for you to understand his distaste, slightly feeling embarrassed since you were the one who suggested it. Your manager lady similarly caught on the young man's comprehensible expression, shooting me a warning look that it could be my last chance to save my job. For a shitty library, it surprisingly paid you well.

"I am extremely sorry for my negligence sir, how about this, I'll bring you the newest and most popular books every week?" You anxiously fidgeted as you brought out the library logbook, scribbling down the return.

"I-uh...that would be very courteous of you. Thank you..." he eyes trailed on your tag, "Ms.Y/N."

"Thank you thank you thank you so much, young man, you're a lifesaver." You grabbed his hands, shaking them furiously in gratitude. His hands were oddly cold, too cold actually.

Jaehyun felt weird, it had been years since he had faced any human interaction. He quickly withdrew his hands, his now pink ears hidden by his black. Nonetheless, he was kind of grateful he would not have to face 2 hours long entourage to the library.

"I was about to lose my only regular customer, all because of your stupid choice," the lady scoffed, scrutinizing your every movement whilst you were cleaning the shelves. He was a regular but I never met him. "I shouldn't have fired the other one listening to you." She flashed you one last alarming look before storming out of the place. You let out all breathe that you had been holding while she was here, thanking heavens for not screwing up your life. While you held the book that read 'Summerhill', you could not help but let your mind wander to the only encounter you had today, apart from your manager lady's wrath. Why is it that I had failed to meet this Greek God in the past three months I’ve been working? You thought to yourself, organizing the suggestion shelf, the culprit which caused the book to land upon the hands of the Greek God, namely Jaehyun. With a loud audible huff, you decided it would be better to just organize the whole suggestion shelf, quietly reminding yourself to not be so biased on the books you chose just because the author was your favorite.

It was almost evenfall when Jaehyun reached back abode, the dilapidated exterior did no justice to its actual architectural essence, and the touches of the Victorian designs camouflaged by the overgrown bushes, the oak trees stood menacingly in the rear. At a glance, anyone would have thought it was a creepily haunted house, home to all the demonic supernatural things that could come to one’s mind. Jaehyun internally cringed for a brief moment, even after all these years, his laziness in keeping his home neat was still something he had to work on. Jaehyun felt shivers running down his spine as he thought how badly Taeyong would have reacted if he were to sight this view.

He felt his still heart tug, the probable scenarios of his brothers painting themselves in the back of his mind, how ecstatic and chaotically pleasant it would have been with them by his side, one and united again. For the first time that year, he went to the forbidden chamber in the mansion.

The room resided in the right west wing on the second floor of the villa. The long corridor that leads to the room barely had any light, the large velvet curtains were draped against the huge windows. With heavy steps he climbed up the wooden stairs, only the sounds of the woods creaking and his heavy breathing being audible. He wanted to retreat as he stood in front of the door, the wood had become too worn-out, the insects starting to make it their forever habitat. Jaehyun was unsure of the overwhelming emotions he was facing; he was hurt, scared but most importantly guilty. The fact that his brothers were in this state, all because of him, this guilt eats him up every day. He pulled the handle, the bronze material felt cold against his already cold pale skin. As he stepped inside, he was welcomed by all his brothers, standing still and lifeless. Jaehyun was cursed with loneliness for 51 years, all because he was too prideful and selfish to think of anyone else but himself. His brothers might have been the only exception; he treasured all of them with all of his heart. But he remained cold to the others, as he would call them 'outsiders'. At times when he would go out with his brothers, he would cross people suffering in cold or starvation, but never once did he have the heart to aid them with their trivial surviving necessities. Clouded in his superiority, he never claimed any of the girls he had been with, treated them as either one-night-stands or a way of passing his boring time.

One winter night, the heavens decided to test his limits of such obnoxious egoistic nature. A highly respected priestess roaming around the jungle seemed to have lost her way back, and thus decided she might just rest the night. She was always in her house, training to be more and more powerful until she became one. Completely inexperienced of human nature, her curiosity lead her to explore what it was like to live normally for a day, eventually leading to an aristocratic family's residence, the NEO Residence. They were the most powerful families of the 1800s, their fame and wealth being no new news to anyone. But she still decided to see if their wealth and fame were equivalent to their kindness. The priestess disguised herself in the clothing of a pregnant woman, her dress completely soiled and ragged; making her seem pitiful and powerless. She chanted something eerily magical, instantly transforming the calm snowfall into a vicious snowstorm.

Back at the NEO residents, the young men seemed to get baffled at the sudden change of demeanor of the weather. Johnny was the first to notice, keeping aside the book he was previously reading as he went over to the large windows of their house, the wood felt cold and beads of ice were already starting to form on the contrary side of the window glass.

“Taeil, Taeyong, what just happened?” He motioned the other two towards the window he stood in front, both failing to grasp the situation.

“Maybe it’s just an unprecedented snowstorm; don’t worry brother it’ll die soon.” He said despite feeling a bit uneasy for some reason. Neither Taeil nor Johnny could avoid their anxiousness; they felt something but could not quite comprehend the reason behind it. Similarly, the others started to take notice of the situation as well; Doyoung sprinting off to get Mark and Haechan from their rooms whilst Yuta stayed beside Jungwoo in case if he had a panic attack. But one seems to remain just as unbothered and lofty prideful as usual, Jaehyun. Winwin ushered Taeyong where Jaehyun was sitting, annoyed by his way too relaxed composure. Taeyong just nodded, as if he was telling Winwin that he would talk to Jaehyun for being like this yet again; at that point, it had become something very common for him.

“I don’t feel good about this,” Yuta sighed, rubbing the temples of his forehead.

“Neither do we brother,” Taeil said as he looked at Johnny, their worried glances meeting each other before the latter went over towards the window again.

“It is showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.” Johnny inspected before pulling over the curtains; an attempt to calm themselves down by concealing the ruckus occurring outside.

“Aren’t you all tiring out yourselves a bit too much?” Jaehyun got up from his seat, swirling the red wine gracefully in the expensive sherry glass he was holding. “Come on, brothers, it is just a snowstorm. Nothing can ever happen to us.”

“Jaehyun, can you for once stop being so obnoxious and think rationally? Do you really think it’s just a normal storm going on out there?” Winwin exclaimed, his face filled with rage.

“Not my problem, ya’ll go ahead tire yourselves out.” Jaehyun pursed his lips before returning to his seat, filling up his empty glass yet again.

Just then, they heard soft knocks coming from the main door of their house, followed by pleas for help. Taeyong rushed to the door, quickly opening as he was welcomed by the whirl of the snowstorm and a young poor pregnant lady. He quickly brought her inside before calling over Johnny and Yuta to shut the door, the force of the storm was a bit too much.

“I can’t find my way back to my house, please, let me stay for just one night.” the lady pleaded, barely holding herself up.

“Sure, no problem. We’ll ma-”

“No.” Jaehyun abruptly cut off Taeyong, staring at his intently at the lady. “You don’t have the right to, look at yourself,” Jaehyun scoffed as he stood up. “Do you really think you’re worth enough to stay here? Really?”

“Jaehyun stop it! Enough already!” Taeyong shouted, his loud voice echoing throughout the whole house. “For fuck’s sake, she’s pregnant, stop it.”

“Don’t try voicing out your opinions on me Taeyong.” Jaehyun now shifted his gaze towards his older brother, who was clearly outraged by his imprudence “Pregnant? It makes me not let her stay, even more, at least she’ll give birth to a normal human, unlike us.” He scoffed. “Or she is just gonna leave her child alone, just like our mother did.

“Stop it Jaehyun, you’re crossing it,” Taeil said calmly, contrasting his fuming self.

“Why big brother? Finally, feeling sorry for your girlfriend? Should have thought before he fed on her.”

“ENOUGH!” the lady yelled, her voice changing to her original. “My, my. My instincts were indeed right about you.” She chuckled as she looked directly towards Jaehyun, her green eyes glowing menacingly. The storm outside seemed to have shifted inside now, a tornado of green wind and sparkling dust surrounding the lady, the middle glowing with such tremendous light that the men had to cover their eyes in fear that they will go blind. As the tornado stopped, their faces went pale, they knew who she was.

“High Priestess Valery..” Haechan’s eyes widened in realization. The priestess smiled, clearly knowing the effect of authority she had on them

“Jaehyun it is huh?” She walked further towards him, whilst he still stood high despite the unsettling feeling he was then starting to feel in his half functioning heart. “You really think of yourself this high? No wonder even the headquarters nicknamed you imbecile.”

“We apologize for his gaffe, high priestess.” Taeyong knelt, the others following him.

Jaehyun felt his throat form a lump, he could not voice out an apology as he knelt for forgiveness. Disrespecting, that too the high priestess of the clan was a great omission; an act equivalent to committing high treason. Jaehyun knew he was doomed, he felt sicker and sicker as he thought about what could possibly happen next.

“I was actually looking forward to you know, rectify your spoiled little brother, but it seems to me that it is quite a handful of work.” She remarked, her bracelet with various initials glowing.

“We promise, we’ll discipline him more, high priestess.” Taeil pleaded. But Valery seemed to ignore all of their pleas.

“He needs to learn it by himself,” She said. “But you all are not quite the innocents as well.” Valery did something with her hands, fumes of lilac, and blue clouding around her fingers. A loud sound erupted as the gaseous colors spread throughout the hall, flashes of various images appearing. “Look carefully you foolish beings, look what you have been doing because of your monstrous selves.” “It wasn’t our fault, we were completely clueless as to what we were doing, and we knew nothing about our kinds,” Haechan exclaimed sorrowfully. “You kill innocents to satiate your beastly taste buds and still dare to say you’re not at fault?” Valery bellowed. “A death caused by accident or impulse is still nonetheless death to me, a murder.”

“As for you,” Valery said while pointing her forefinger towards Jaehyun. “You have shown me that not only you’re a beast outside, but also inside. I condemn you to eternal loneliness; your only family turning into lifeless statues, they can’t converse, eat, and sleep, a curse that shall remain for a lifetime if not broken within a span of 51 years, a curse that shall be broken only if a maiden chooses to fall for you despite your beastly nature.” And in a blink of an eye, she disappeared.

Jaehyun felt numb, his limbs paralyzing as he propped to the ground, seeing his brothers’ bodies turning into stones. Taeyong’s eyes glistened with tears, as it rolled down his cheeks, Jaehyun wondered if he would ever be able to free them from the wrath that befell them only because of him.   

[flowercrown-bucky]

One Day

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Hunter!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, as per, and this one gets super angsty, baby.

Summary: I'm not even sure how to explain this one. Just get to readin', it'll explain its fuckin' self.

Authors' Note: I'm really sorry to everyone who follows me for Loki content, that shit has subsided recently. Soz, huns, I promise I am working on a tonne of Loki stuff at the moment.

If you're after new content before everyone else, my lil' proofing squad would welcome new members.

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"I’M friggin' bushed." Dean sighs, slamming the door of the Impala with a heavy thunk.

You grumble in agreement, slinging your battered duffel bag over your shoulder. It'd been a long few days, and right now, all you want to do is wash the blood and grime off you, watch reality TV and sleep for a very long time.

"First shower's mine." Sam says, waving a hand.

"Not a friggin' chance, Sammy." You tell him. "I'm the one covered in blood, shit, and claret, no thanks to you."

He laughs as Dean unlocks the door to the motel room, gently pushing it open. It looked better in the daylight, you think to yourself as you drop your bag on the bed you'd chosen. Small, but you'd stayed in smaller. Shabby, but you'd stayed in shabbier. Cheap, but you'd stayed in cheaper.

Dean screaming snapped you out of your train of thought.

You spun, following Dean's gaze, eventually landing on the shadow in the corner. The figure dimly silhouetted by the harsh neon light labelling the Halfway Motel, informing passers by of its vacant rooms. The figure of a person. Of a man.

You reach for your gun as Sam reaches for the light.

"Hello, boys." His voice was deep, gruff. Oddly familiar.

"Dad?" They chorus. The half smile tugging at the corner of his lips is met by confusion, an uncomfortable silence settling over the rooms.

"Johnny Winchester." You almost laugh with relief, walking across the room to embrace your old friend.

"My little Y/N." He chuckles, holding out his arms. "My boy still looking after you?"

"You know me." You reply. "Always fine in the end."

He gently tugs a lock of your hair, pulling it straight before allowing the curl to spring back into place. You perch back on the end of your bed, anxiously glancing between the brothers.

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You'd met Dean and John on a hunt nearly two years ago. Mistaking them for vampires who'd strayed out the nest you were staking out, you'd accidentally hit John with a dart. The commotion had alerted the nest and the three of you had ended up tied together with no real idea of how you were going to get out. But hey, what's a little kidnapping between friends?

After John's disappearance, you'd continued searching for him whilst Dean found Sam, eventually being collected by the brothers whilst you were in the same state. To begin with, you were slightly jealous of the younger Winchester, feeling a little as if you'd been elbowed out the way. With his brother back, you wondered if Dean would have a place for you.

Eventually, your feelings towards Sam grew a little deeper. It'd taken you some time to take notice of the twinge of jealousy when girls in bars flirted with him, to notice that somehow, your gaze always snapped back to him. Plus, you knew his heart would always belong with Jess.

Sure, you'd tease him on occasion. Sure, your banter would turn flirty more often than not. Sure, sometimes you'd find yourselves in a tight space, in close proximity, and you knew he was thinking about kissing you. Maybe, just maybe, he would take the leap one day.

But you'd never be her.

And maybe you could learn to live with that.

One day.

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"What are you doing here, Dad?" Dean broke the silence.

"I've come to see my boys, of course." He replied. "You, Dean, and my little Sammy. Well, not so little anymore."

"Last time you saw me you told me never to come back." Sam didn't look up from his hands. "How did you even know we were here?"

"I might not've been here, but I still care.' John snapped. "I've been keeping tabs on all three of you."

"Why don't we all grab a beer and have a catch up?" You suggested, eager to put out any conflict. "There's a bar in reception, we passed it earlier."

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The bar might be somewhat nicer, you thought, with more than ten people in it. At eight PM, you had imagined there to be a few more people looking for a drink, but apparently not. It was much like the motel room. Small, but you'd drunk in smaller. Shabby, but you'd drunk in shabbier. Cheap, but you'd drunk in cheaper.

It would also be nicer, if they would actually talk to each other. You had found yourself babbling, trying to fill the heavy silence. There was a lot between the three of them, and all three too stubborn to address it. Dean was a more satisfactory conversationalist than his younger brother, though you suspected the tension between his father and Sam was keeping him quiet.

Your eyes met, and whilst Dean remained unspeaking, his hand slid across the worn leather seat to find yours.

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"Should we grab another round, Dean?" Y/N broke the silence, gently persuading Dean to his feet. Almost as soon as she'd said it, Sam wished she hadn't. Alone with his dad? Not really where he wanted to be. He stared down at his beer, twisting it in his fingers. Four and a half percent, he learned. Not for consumption by pregnant women.

"How are you, Sammy?" John asked. "How are you really?"

For the first time all evening - possibly ever - Sam looked his father in the eye.

"I'm fine, Dad." He replied. "Really."

"You feel like you've betrayed her, don't you?" His dad continued. "Jess."

"What do you mean?" He asked, bewildered.

"Y/N." The older man spoke softly, gently. "You're in love with her."

Not for the first time, Sam's face gave him away.

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The first time he'd met her was only two weeks after Jess had died, and he'd immediately known that he was going to fall in love with her. Dean had sent him to grab her whilst he tried to talk his way out of a parking ticket, telling him that she'd left a spare key at reception and to let himself into her motel room. What he was not expecting was that when he did this, she would be in the shower, and that a towel-adorned Y/N would tackle him off the bed he'd perched on and onto the floor.

What he was not expecting, was that with a knife to his throat, long and startlingly red hair dripping cold water on his face and staring into quite possibly the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen, the only thing he could think about was how much he wanted to roll you over and kiss you (Among other things).

As he pondered this, he was vaguely aware he was blushing.

Eventually, his brother had come to see what was taking so long and had persuaded this angry woman to remove the knife from your throat. Dean would spend the next few weeks reminding Sam quite how hilarious he thought Sam's face had been. Sam would spend the next few weeks balancing guilt over his confusing feelings for you were and a burning desire to be that close to you just one more time.

Over time, he would realise just how deep those feelings ran. Realise that the feeling of panic rising in his chest if you vanished on a hunt was more than friendly concern. Realise that the reason he always selected the bed closest to the door wasn't just because he liked the breeze, it was so he could protect you if anything happened. Every smile flashed his way, every joke you shared, every laugh made his heart beat faster.

It was only when the three of you found yourselves wandering the sewers in search of a skinwalker, and an unusually tight passage had led you and Sam a little squished that Sam realised quite how badly under he was. You'd ended up pressed together in the dingy passway, almost nose to nose, and Sam wasn't sure which one of you was breathing more heavily. You'd breathed out a joke about close encounters, and he'd raised his hand to cup the back of your neck. If he tilted his head just a little, you'd be-

Dean shimmying through had killed the moment.

It couldn't work, he knew. Two hunters would never end well. Plus, he wasn't even sure you liked him that much. Flirting, joking, was one thing, but he could never tell how you really felt.

Plus, there was the constant feeling like he'd betrayed Jess. He was supposed to be avenging her death, what was he doing, thinking about other girls?

Maybe, in another life.

Maybe, one day.

{——————————-}

"It's ok, you know." His father reassured. "When you meet that one person, there's nothing you can do about it."

"She's not, though. Jess was." Sam said. "Besides, she doesn't feel the same."

"Are you sure?" John asked, and Sam genuinely had no idea which part of his statement his father was questioning.

"She, uh, she kissed me once." He mumbled. "But only to maintain a cover. She told a police officer she was my girlfriend to get information."

{——————————-}

For Sam, nothing had ever felt better than the cold, fresh air on his face. Being kidnapped and held in a cage by redneck hillbillies straight out of The Hills Have Eyes was not something he was in a rush to experience again.

The country was an unusual place, he thought to himself. Rolling fields and gaggles of sheep didn't exactly scream danger, but all sorts of horrors lurked in the shadows. Some of them even human, although not even half the monsters he'd seen had six fingers on one hand and five on the other, and most of them had better breath than the ones who'd taken him captive.

"Your cousin is looking for you." The police officer he'd been held with told him. "Oh, and your girlfriend."

Cousin? He thought to himself. Girlfriend?

"Sammy!" A female voice snapped him out of his train of thought.

It was Y/N, springing towards him. He caught her as she leapt, slightly shocked.

He was even more shocked when she threw her arms around him and kissed him.

Her mouth was urgent on his own, and it took him a second to snap out of his shock and reciprocate. His lips moved against hers, something unfamiliar burning in the pit of his stomach. Moving his hands to the back of her thighs, he moved her up gently, wrapping her legs around his hips.

He was vaguely aware of his brother coughing.

He pulled away, wondering what all this was in aid of.

"Play along." She hissed in his ear, and finally, the penny dropped.

{——————————-}

"I know Y/N." John said. "I see the way she looks at you. She might like you more than you think."

Voices neared the table, and both men looked up to see Dean and Y/N approaching, carrying three beers and Dean's whiskey.

She slid into the booth next to Sam, and instinctively, he draped his arm across her shoulders.

Maybe it was his Dad's words, maybe it was the beer, but something made Sam press a kiss to her head.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could've sworn he saw John wink at him.

{——————————-}

"Hey, Y/N, you good?" You turned to see John sliding towards you.

"Yeah, I'm great." You replied, taking a swig of your beer.

"You know you can't lie to me, my little Y/N." He smiled, and you couldn't help but smile back. "How are you really, sweetheart?"

"I'm mostly alright." He was right. "It's just, well, I hate lying to them. It gets to me, you know? Keeps me awake at night."

"I know." John's smile turned to a grimace. "But it's for their own good, and yours. They can't know what you really are. They're not ready yet."

"I know, I know." You sighed. "They're not ready yet. But they will be. One day. But John, why are you really here?"

"You see straight through me, don't you?" He chuckled lowly. "Actually, I came for you. I came to give you this."

He handed you a small, tightly wrapped package.

"Is this?" You looked up at him, your sentence hanging in the air, unfinished, words unspoken.

"Yes." He replied. "Just, hide it well and keep it safe."

{——————————-}

You shut the door of the bar, leaving Dean and his dad. It was late, and you were shattered, and more than a little tipsy. Plus, you figured they might want a little time to chat privately. Sam had long since headed to bed, and you almost wished he hadn't. He'd been flirtier than usual that evening, but you weren't exactly complaining. Far from his usual gentle touches on your neck or chaste forehead kisses, suggestive comments or sneaky winks, this evening he'd mixed it up, making way for whispers in your ear, running his fingertips up the inside of your thigh and a burning kiss on the side of your neck as he left.

Just thinking about it sent shivers down your spine as you opened the door to the motel room. He was led on his bed, the top two buttons on his shirt undone, staring at the TV. You smiled at him as you came in, lying on your own bed and cracking open a soda.

"Where's Dad and Dean?" He asked, turning to look at you.

"Still in the bar." You answered.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, transfixed on the TV.

"You remember, you kissed me once?" He asked, coming to sit on the end of your bed. "You know, after the benders grabbed me?"

"Yeah, why?" You replied, confused. You'd been so relieved to see him alive that you leapt on him and kissed him, rather passionately too. It was by sheer coincidence that you'd told the cop you were his girlfriend previously and could pretend you were keeping up your cover.

"And you remember, the first time we met?" He asked, climbing towards you. "When you held me at knifepoint?"

"Yeah, of course I do." You we're beyond confused. "Sam, where are you going with this?"

"You tackled me, and we fell to the floor." He continued. By this point, he was completely on top of you, pinning you between his strong arms. "And all I could think about..."

His voice had since turned husky, almost a whisper. You could barely breathe, colour rising to your cheeks. What was he doing? Was he just playing with you? His hot breath on your neck was making it very difficult to think straight.

"...Was how much I wanted you underneath me, just like this." He ducked his head, so you were almost forehead to forehead. "And how much I wanted to kiss you."

You moved to position yourself on your elbow, one hand on the back of his neck, your long fingers twisting into the curls at the nape of his neck.

"What about now?" You breathed. "Do you want to kiss me now?"

Hazel eyes flickered up to look straight into yours.

"More than anything." He murmured, tilting his head and leaning down, his eyes closing, your lips gently touching. You sighed, leaning in to kiss him-

"Woah!" The door sprung open, leaving a spluttering Dean and John staggering into the motel room. Pink staining both your faces, you jerked apart.

"You two want to get another room?" Dean chuckled. "About time Sammy got laid!"

"No, no, um." You stuttered. "Sam was, um, looking at a freckle. On my forehead."

Dean and John exploded into peals of laughter.

{——————————-}

The morning was crisp and clear, the sun mottled on the ground as it escaped through the trees and shrubbery. The Impala sat proudly amidst newer sedans and estate cars, the frost glistening, two duffel bags sat on the frozen tarmac next to the front wheel.

You'd woken early, pondering the events of the previous night. Had he meant it, or was he just drunk? Did he truly feel the same?

Your face flushes as you remember the heated moment, in spite of the cold morning.

What if he felt as you did? What if Dean hadn't come in? What if, what if, what if?

Footsteps behind you told you that you were no longer alone.

"Hey." Sam called. "Morning."

"Hey," You replied. "Dean still showering?"

He stepped towards you, making your heart flutter. Just the thought of his hot breath on your skin, the quick brush of your lips on his-

"We need to talk." He said, walking towards you still. "About last night."

"It's fine." You replied, refusing to meet his eyes. "You were drunk, you didn't mean it. It's fine, I totally get it."

"Look at me, Y/N." Your back hit the passenger side door of Dean's car, one of Sam's hands resting on the roof, trapping you with his body. "You think I didn't mean it?"

Calloused fingers gripped your chin, tugging your head up to look at him.

"You seriously think you don't drive me crazy?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Do you think it doesn't drive me insane every time you touch me? Do you really not think it made me mad yesterday, having you right where I've wanted you for months, and then to be interrupted before I could even kiss you?"

Not even a single word of response would form in your mind.

"Do you think," He continued. "Do you think that I don't want you?"

You were so close, if either of you moved even a millimetre you'd be kissing.

"Because I do." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I want you more than anything."

As he finished his sentence, he leant into you, your lips finally meeting, his right hand dropping to grab your hip, fingers pressing into the back of your thigh. His kiss was hungry, wanting, and you couldn't get enough of it. Your bodies melded together, your fingers winding into his hair, and you were vaguely aware of him lifting your left leg so the top of your thigh rested atop the car bonnet. You pushed up into him, needing him like oxygen.

You weren't sure how long you'd been kissing for when you heard Dean clear his throat behind you.

You didn't stop, even when he cleared his throat again.

"You done yet?" He called from behind Sam.

Sam pulled away, annoyance clear in his face.

"Not even remotely." He called in response, before bringing his lips back to meet yours.

Dean cussed, walking back in the direction of the motel room.

"You better be getting your own friggin' room tonight." He muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

"We'll be needing it." Sam murmured.

[craziigamerchick]

Tommy x Grace - Tommy x Lizzie Anti-Parallels

I wanted to make a breakdown post about how both relationships have the same things happen (baby, marriage, May, working for Tommy) but have totally different outcomes. This is really long. Just warning you.

lets start with season 1:

The church confession vs sidewalk pickup

Similarities

He sets them both up for failure. “You’re a good catholic girl aren’t ya?” and “That’s 8 bloody pounds.”

Offers them a job. Grace - book keeper and Lizzie - prostitute (she’s supposed to have quit). They both accept.

They both get upset when they realize he is calling them out. “you pull a pint like someone who’s thinking about it” “John will make his own decision but he will have all the facts”

The face caress. This actually what made me realize how similar these scenes were.

Differences

He takes Grace from the street to a church while with Lizzie he just stays on the street.

He’s happy Grace accepted the offer but upset Lizzie did.

When Grace gets upset and goes to leave he stops her but with Lizzie he lets her go.

Him and Grace kiss after the face caress where Lizzie slaps his hand away.

In the scene with Lizzie he constantly has the upper hand but with Grace, she knocks him off balance a bit “and perhaps mine”.

END RESULT: GRACE - Tommy leaves first and both are feeling pretty good. LIZZIE - Lizzie leaves first and both are upset

season 2:

Sex scene with Lizzie vs sex scene with Grace

Similarities

SEX. I think this is the only similarity but I could be missing something.

Differences

L&T are almost fully clothed where G&T are naked 

L&T have groaning. G&T there is only music.

Lizzie does most the talking afterwards in their scene. Tommy does most of the talking with Grace.

Tommy leaves Lizzie right after and stays the night with Grace

The lighting is more warm with L&T and more cool with G&T

Pays Lizzie money and not Grace.

END RESULT: GRACE - he stays the night with her  LIZZIE - he leaves right away

First scene after both women have accepted the job

Similarities

Tommy wants a letter delivered

Differences

Tommy tells Lizzie the information of the letter and she is actually the one that writes it. With Grace he doesn’t let her in on the details of the letter he wants her to deliver.

Grace is brought up in the scene with Lizzie (her letter from NY). Lizzie is not in G&T scene.

Tommy and Lizzie are together when scene ends. Tommy leaves during scene with Grace.

Grace asks questions. Lizzie none, just relays information.

Lizzie seems to be awed by who the letter is to (churchill) and Grace comes off as suspicious of him having her deliver a letter to his sister.

Grace over steps her bounds with the champagne and Lizzie does everything pretty much perfectly

END RESULT: GRACE - Tommy leaves and Grace is upset with him. LIZZIE - Tommy stays and him and Lizzie are in good spirits with each other

Using Lizzie at the end of s2 vs using Grace with Kimber (both are at the races)

Similarities

Tommy uses both women. Grace to close the deal with Kimber and Lizzie to get Russel alone.

He instructs them about their apparel. Lizzie to undo 2 buttons. Grace to wear a red dress.

Neither lady is too pleased with him and both let him know it.

Differences

Tommy makes it in time to save Grace from getting raped but not Lizzie

He never planned on saving Grace but did where as he planned on getting to Lizzie on time but didn’t

Once he seen what Kimber was doing to Grace he rushed in but when you could clearly hear what was going down with Lizzie and Russel, he kept at the same pace till he made it to them (wtf though. this will never fail to piss me off. like you can clearly hear Lizzie in pain and he can’t even run to her)

There was dancing and flirting with Grace but none of that with Lizzie. Lizzie tried to convey her feelings to Tommy but he wasn’t even paying attention.

Grace kept her voice a whisper when told what to do even when pissed. Lizzie raised her voice and even threatened Tommy.

Tommy kills Russel but not Billy Kimber (not then)

He tried to comfort Lizzie (she ain’t having it) but not Grace

Tommy made it to Grace because he came early where with Lizzie he would have made it in time even though he had to go around if he wouldn’t have went to Campbell to just to gloat about Grace’s feelings for him. 

He put his plan in jeopardy to save Grace and put Lizzie in jeopardy to gloat to his enemy.

MY THOUGHTS: There has to be way more that I’m missing but these aren’t just one scene each and there is so many layers behind all of the scenes.

END RESULT: GRACE - Doesn’t get raped and leaves with Tommy. Lizzie - Gets raped and leaves separately from Tommy

Season 4

Lizzie with May and Grace with May

Similarities

both women have little snark fest with May over Tommy

May comes to the area both are already at

The women that start the snark are the ones that Tommy favors the least at that moment

Differences

May is the aggressor with Grace in her scene whereas Lizzie is the aggressor in her scene with May.

Grace wins/has the last word with May whereas May gets the last word with Lizzie

After L&M had words Tommy still tried to hook up with May but after G&M had words Tommy never tried to hook up with her again (while grace was alive)

Tommy is pissed with Lizzie about it but we never find out what he thinks about G&M

END RESULT: GRACE - Has the last word and May leaves instead of waiting for Tommy. LIZZIE - Lizzie doesn’t get the last word and May waits for Tommy

Pregnancy announcement  

Similarities

both announce to Tommy they’re pregnant when he has other things on his mind

both tell him he’s the father and he believes both of them.

“a baby Thomas” and “a little you and me”

Differences

At first he tells Grace to pass it off as her husband’s but implies to Lizzie to get rid of it 

He’s shocked with Grace and lost for words but just stone faced with Lizzie

Grace tells him I love you but Lizzie never says anything like that

He tells Grace he will figure out what to do later whereas he tell Lizzie how it’s going to go down right away

He gets lost in the moment with Grace but with Lizzie his mind is still stuck with what happened (killed 3)

He plans on Marrying Grace (after he doesn’t die) and plans on just giving Lizzie a house and Money

He leaves WITH Lizzie but leaves Grace to keep with his plan

MY THOUGHTS: Tommy isn’t in a good headspace for the news with either one. He seems happy about it with Grace but to me it’s more happy that she loves him than that she is pregnant. I don’t think he came across as unhappy with Lizzie but more like oh ok we’ll deal with it. I definitely think it showed the disconnect between Lizzie in Tommy this scene but more on that during this next section.

END RESULT: GRACE - He’s happy and the scene ends with them going separate ways with future unknown. LIZZIE - He’s not happy (not mad though) and the scene ends with them leaving together and future plans known

Garrison murders aftermath vs I killed 3 (during pregnancy announcement)

Similarities

Tommy is in a bad mental place because of what just happened

Both try to give comfort (Lizzie the handhold and Grace the hug)

Differences

Grace is able to bring comfort to Tommy (the closed eyes when they are hugging) whereas Lizzie tries but it doesn’t work. 

Grace seen what Tommy did but Lizzie only heard about it

Grace brings Tommy comfort because they just saw each other murder someone and can understand what the other is feeling whereas Lizzie hasn’t done that yet and can’t connect on that level

Grace and Tommy are interrupted by Moss whereas Tommy breaks it up with him and Lizzie

Grace kind of puts Tommy in that situation whereas Lizzie has nothing to do with it (not directly at least but it did all start because she was dating Angel)

MY THOUGHTS: Grace brings Tommy comfort for this sort of thing because she’s seen him at his worst and vice versa and she understands. They just get each other on a deeper level. Lizzie tries to comfort him with the handhold but when she bends down to him they bump heads (ouch) and she doesn’t know what to say to bring comfort. They also don’t keep the forehead touch going on like G&T do. She brings up the baby but that’s not what he needs right at the moment. It’s telling right before she goes in to tell him, he is looking at Grace’s picture. Longing for comfort from the person who gave it to him before. This scene is where Lizzie also tells Tommy if he thinks she would get rid of their baby he doesn’t know her (showing he doesn’t really know her. which is also shown in the “WTF was that” scene about May). Yet, he’s told Grace they “know each other”. 

END RESULT: GRACE -  Moss breaks up their hug and Tommy is still upset and not hiding it. Then he walks her home and they share a cigarette (showing they’ve become closer as it’s more intimate).  LIZZIE -  Tommy breaks up the hand hold and pulls himself together even though he is still upset and drives her home but we don’t see it.

Season 5

Lizzie shoots gun vs Garrison murders

Similarities

Both women are wearing maroon

Both walk out with the gun and start shooting

Tommy is stunned both times

There are 2 other men involved

Tommy’s life is threatened both times when each woman comes out 

Both shoot twice

Both save Tommy’s life 

Happens at night

Differences

Lizzie doesn’t shoot anybody, just in the air but Grace shoots and kills one of the men

Lizzie speaks and then Tommy. For Garrison murders, Tommy speaks and then Grace.

Lizzie keeps the gun pointed at Tommy but Grace never points it at him (towards him at Byrne but not at him)

Tommy looks hurt that Lizzie is pointing gun at him and upset with Grace for shooting when he told her to just point

In the pub both men are IRA and at the house both men are Gypsies

Both men live with Lizzie but both men die with Grace

Happens inside with Grace and outside with Lizzie

Grace and Tommy get hurt but Lizzie and Tommy are both fine

Tommy and Lizzie help both men (Lizzie calls ambulance for Aberama and Tommy helps Johnny inside) whereas Grace and Tommy kill both men

Lizzie walks inside during scene and Tommy heads that way too but Grace and Tommy both just stand there till the next scene

Lizzie was shaking holding the gun but Grace was steady (she has training)

L&T sex scene in bedroom vs G&T sex scene at Ada’s

Similarities

close up on their faces at the beginning

the lighting is similar in color

the kissing is very audible in both scenes

the hand gripping the furniture

Differences

Lizzie lays down how things are going to go whereas Grace is trying to figure out

Grace touches Tommy’s face but Tommy is the one touching Lizzies face

Tommy focuses mainly on Lizzie’s body but focuses only on Grace’s face

the music is loud during G&T scene but low on L&T

heavy moaning during L&T during the sex but music takes over during G&T

G&T kiss most of the scene but L&T there is only a bit of it

Tommy throws Lizzie on the bed but walks Grace to the couch carefully

bed vs couch

there is some stripping in L&T but putting the clothes back on for G&T

Grace wants to make sure there is nobody else and Lizzie is ok with their being others as long as he follows her rules

MY THOUGHTS: The Lizzie and Tommy scene also reminded me of the May and Tommy scene from season 2. Lizzie and May are both wearing the same color of nightwear and they go the desk then the bed in both scenes. Which could also parallel the wedding episode where Grace and Tommy start kissing at the desk but move to the bed also. He is more gentle with Grace than the other two and there is more kissing. Grace is also wearing purple where the other 2 appear to be wearing light pink.

END RESULT: LIZZIE - Her and Tommy seem to have a deal in place about how their relationship is going to be going forward. GRACE - Her and Tommy’s future is still uncertain

Lizzie’s Birthday vs G&T Wedding

Similarities

A big party with lots of people at the arrow house

they keep guests waiting while they have sex

enemies are in attendance

someone gets shot

Neither woman knew about the enemy until the party

Tommy does business during the party

after sex we see both ladies pulling up their stockings on one leg

Differences

Tommy doesn’t want the Russians near his house but invites Mosely there

Worries about Grace being embarrassed and threatens his people over it but let’s Mosely embarrass Lizzie and says nothing (she has to save face by saying Mosely fell asleep early even though Lizzie just told Polly they fucked)

Polly is friendly with Lizzie but not with Grace

G&T dance but we watch other people dance (swans) instead at Lizzie’s party

the person that gets shot at the wedding dies but Linda lives 

Lizzie interacts with the enemy whereas Grace doesn’t

Tommy tries to hide the stuff from Grace but doesn’t Lizzie

L&T have sex once whereas G&T have sex twice

Loud moaning during sex with L&T, none with G&T

Sex is fully clothed with L&T but with sex scene we do see G&T are completely naked

Tommy warns Lizzie about the enemy beforehand but Grace has to get the information out of Tommy after it’s started going down

Enemy has ties to Lizzie but Russians have nothing to do with Grace

END RESULTS: LIZZIE - Tommy gives her more information about what’s going on and gets comfort from her (they end the scene together). GRACE - Her and Tommy get interrupted during sex and he goes to take care of their son and look out the window (a sign of worry/anxiousness)

So that’s all the scenes but here are some other details where they are the same but opposite:

Had a child with Tommy. GRACE - a boy and named after a real actor. LIZZIE - a girl and Ruby because she might grow up to be an actress herself according to Polly (also Ruby is red and Grace was wearing a sapphire which is blue and we all know red and blue are opposites).

Tommy asks Lizzie if she wants to fuck (also uses that vulgarity on other women) but never uses that vulgarity with Grace. 

Lizzie has threatened Tommy with a Gun 2x even though they have never been enemies but Grace who was his enemy never did.

In S5 Lizzie represents the black swan (she has it on her coat in episode 1) and Grace the white swan (there is an article about it). Now go look up the ballet Swan Lake....

Tommy has insulted both of them (”I still pay for it in my head” and “you’re used to be undercover”), Lizzie takes it while Grace smacks him.

Both are/were his wife. Lizzie is alive but Grace is dead.

His wedding ring with Lizzie is a plain one but a special one with Grace (can anyone tell me what’s engraved on it?).

He makes promises to both of them and breaks them. Lizzie gets angry and storms out whereas Grace says something about and Tommy makes her come with him (scene with RIP Charlie)

When the women order drinks, Grace ordered the champagne and Lizzie the Vodka tonic. 

He’s given them both gifts. He gave Lizzie money as a gift in 4x1 and Grace the sapphire in 3x2

RANDOM OBSERVATION:

When Tommy introduced his wife to Mosley he called her Elizabeth (he calls her Lizzie right after that). Her and Polly are both standing there and both of their names are Elizabeth. It felt like that was on purpose by the writers (Polly’s actress even says she is like his wife but without the sex). His work wife (who he is related to) and real wife share the same name...ughh gross. I know Mosely already met Polly and everything but the writers love to show us about how Tommy and Polly are the Head of the family. It just felt wrong. 

Which I also think the only reason Polly likes Lizzie for Tommy is because she knows she’ll never lose him to her. She knows Lizzie has no sway over Tommy and she can stay his true wife/partner. I say “true” because Tommy does tell Lizzie things but as we see in S5E1 he tells Polly more (and Lizzie is not happy about it).

[gingrrfrog]

these nights (1)

pairing: jung jaehyun x oc (kim jihyun) 

genre: implied smut, fluff??, mafia boss jaehyun hehehe 

word count: 5.9k 

warnings: none, I don’t think 

summary: the day before jaehyun goes off to find jeno and jaemin. jaehyun only wants do protect those he loves. 

a/n: yes this is related to my jeno sharpshooter fic that you can find here 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 

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Jihyun stared at her plate—almost empty as she glanced at the hallway. Jaehyun had received a call from his office not too long before she finished cooking dinner, making said man sigh heavily and look at his fiancee with an apologetic grimace. He reassured her that it wouldn’t take long and that he would be out in a minute, pleading that she would go ahead and eat without him while he took the call. However, that was forty five minutes ago and Jihyun was beginning to get nervous. She played with the few remaining pasta noodles, saving them for when he would come back but as the clock ticked in the corner she could only pick at her fingernails. Finally, after an hour and fifteen minutes, said man appeared from the office at the very back of their house, appearing from the hallway and giving Jihyun a smile, but it wasn’t enough to convince her judging by the way his jaw was set.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her temple before rubbing her shoulders. “I let dinner get cold.”

“Don’t worry about that, I’m more concerned about you,” Jihyun grimaced, squeezing his bicep before pulling him down to take a seat in the chair next to her. “Who was on the phone?”

“It was Johnny hyung.”

“Is everything alright? It’s not everyday he calls you for an hour—especially not on your office phone and especially not during dinner time.”

Jaehyun sighed deeply before running his fingers through her hair, smiling gently before running his thumb under her eye. “I can’t say too much yet. I also don’t want you to worry about me, you already have to worry about your restaurant.”

“Just because I have my restaurant doesn’t mean I can’t be worried about you, Yoonoh,” Jihyun frowned deeply. She heard talk days ago from Jaemin when he thought she wasn’t listening, and by the little bit she heard, it didn’t sound great. In fact, it worried her even more to know that there might be someone undercover beneath their noses.

“I know, I know—but you have more important things to worry about, no?” He challenged her frown with a bright smile, taking the same hand that was on her cheek and moving it towards her belly, rubbing the growing bump that seemed to get bigger everyday. Jihyun could only roll her eyes at his statement, taking his hand and interlocking their fingers.

“Are you still going to be fine to come with me tomorrow?”

“I should be. I have to see Jeno and Jaemin right after, if that’s alright. Afterwards, we can go get some dinner.”

“There’s supposed to be a snow storm tomorrow night.”

Jaehyun pressed his lips together, showcasing the dimples she so adored, “then, we’ll get something to-go, and we can watch a movie here at home.”

Jihyun’s frown slowly relaxed as she took a deep breath, taking their intertwined fingers and kissing his wrist, “Yoonoh, whatever you’re planning in your head, make sure that every outcome of every plan is you coming back home to me in one piece.”

Jihyun said this line often, but it was often put in between giggles and playful scorning. But after hearing information Jihyun wished she hadn’t heard, she said it with sincerity and Jaehyun could tell. He picked up the concern and her hands in his, kissing her knuckles. “Always, baby. Always.”

//

The next morning, Jaehyun woke before Jihyun did, his head pounding from the headache the night before and the stress accumulating in the back of his head. He opened his eyes and glared at the bleary clouds that threatened to cover the roads in the next few hours. He sighed and felt the warmth from his fiancee as her arms were wrapped around his waist, her face pressed against his shoulder blade as she snored quietly. Jaehyun laughed and felt the tension rise from his shoulders only to be slammed once again.

Twenty-seven years old and here he was, no longer a street kid but now taking over the business his late father had left behind. At twenty-seven, his father had been in the same position, aimlessly looking for guidance from the business his father left him, with a random prostitute in his bed pregnant with him—forcing himself to marry this random prostitute only to marry another, bearing another two sons before divorcing her as well.

Jaehyun liked to think he broke the cycle in that regard. He turned so that Jihyun was pressed now against his chest, her snoring coming to halt as she breathed softly against his chest, her hands taking the fabric of his shirt in her hands. Jihyun was nothing like his mother, not a drug addicted prostitute that barely weaned off her coke addiction to give birth to a semi-healthy but still premature Jaehyun. Jihyun…his Jihyun…she was smart, she was firm and able, beautiful as she was powerful. In less words, Jihyun was and always will be the love of his life, in this life and in every reincarnation the universe makes, he will always find her. He would give her everything he was to see her laugh and even more to make sure she was safe.

However, with the addition of their newest family member, Jaehyun feared being incompetent as a boss and a father. You can be a bad man but a good father, was the last thing Jaehyun’s father told him before he died and it stuck with him since. But Jaehyun didn’t want to be a bad man. He wanted, more than anything, to be good. Unfortunately, however, those options were never in his favor.

“I can hear you overthinking,” Jihyun mumbled against his chest, her hand moving to his racing heart. “Whatever you’re thinking about, it can wait for after breakfast.”  

Almost on command, Jaehyun felt his heart settle at the sound of his fiancee’s voice and her soothing touch—almost as if she really did own his heart. For all metaphoric purposes, she did.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Mm. Bean was kicking all night, they’re excited for us to find out.” Jihyun gave a tired smile before supporting her weight on an elbow to give Jaehyun a kiss. “Other than that, I slept pretty well. What about you?”

“I slept, but I didn’t rest.”

Jihyun snorted and rolled her eyes, “that’s such an old man thing to say, baby.”

“My dad used to say that,” Jaehyun smiled. “I never understood, but nowadays, I feel like I know exactly what he was talking about.”

Jihyun leaned in for another kiss before slapping his chest, “well, when you wake up seven times to pee at night, let me know how that quote changes for you.”

Jaehyun laughed, squeezing her hand as she began to lift herself up from bed. “I told you we can get rubber sheets and you can pee all you want in bed.”

Jihyun gagged from their shared bathroom, “as endearing that is, Jae, I’m going to pass. Thank you.”

The two shared a quick breakfast of eggs, potatoes, and a toast before heading out into freezing temperatures. The door was held open by their housemaid, who begged the two to be careful with the upcoming traffic that would be frantic people going in to buy groceries. Jihyun smiled and reassured her that they would be fine, and that if it would be alright for the fireplace to be lit when they returned. The housemaid smiled and agreed, biding the two goodbye as the small elderly woman became a dot in Jaehyun’s rearview mirror.

//

Jaehyun was a beam of light—nearly bouncing in his seat as he stared at the ultrasound photos in his hands, his smile reaching from ear to ear, “it’s a girl.“

“Yeah, yeah, I know—you don’t have to rub it in,” Jihyun playfully sighed, not resisting the endearment that came with Jaehyun’s excitement. She laughed when Jaehyun pulled her in for a kiss, deeper than other they’ve shared today.

“I love you. I love you so much, do you know that?”

Jihyun smiled widely and playfully bit at his nose, “I know. I love you more.”

“I’m willing to argue that.”

“You’ll still lose to me”

Before Jaehyun could argue any more, his phone rang in his pocket and he could see that it was Johnny updating him on Jeno and Jaemin’s location.

“Shooting range? Renjun?” Jaehyun’s eyebrows furrowed, “who told them that—did you tell Kun hyung?”

Jihyun watched Jaehyun’s ears turn red before he scratched the back of his head. “Okay. Is there anything else Kun hyung is doing without my permission?”

Jaehyun glanced over at Jihyun, who could only give him a slight smile and a squeeze to his shoulder, a silent reminder to relax. Jaehyun took a deep breath and blinked, “I’ll talk to him tomorrow. I’ll talk to Renjun later on today after I see Jeno and Jaemin.”

“Yes, hyung. Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jaehyun hung up the phone and rested his head against the car seat, using his fingertips to rub his temples, “okay. now that that’s over with.”

“Is Renjun visiting?”

“Restock apparently,” Jaehyun squeezes his eyes shut before putting the car in reverse and back out of the parking lot and into the highway. “Kun hyung gave him permission after Johnny gave him word.”

“Renjun is only doing what he was told, baby.”

“I know, I know,” Jaehyun sighed heavily. “This is why I don't tell Kun hyung anything until everything is set. He overreacts. Jeno doesn’t need a fucking restock of anything.”

Jaehyun liked to keep Jihyun out of the business as much as he could, however, she knew that Kun was the head of the Chinese branch and that Renjun was one of his trusted captains in charge of weapon distribution. Jihyun didn’t even want to know the information given to Kun for him to think new guns were appropriate.

Especially for Jeno, a nymphomaniac for guns.

“They’re at the shooting range, it’s a bit of ways from home. Do you want me to take you home?”

“No, I want to go. I haven’t seen Jeno or Jaemin in a while,” Jihyun smiles lightly. The last thing she wanted to do was leave Jaehyun alone in his thoughts. “Do you think their girlfriend will be there? She’s really nice, what’s her name again?”

“Angel.”

“Is that her real name?”

Jaehyun shrugged, “that’s what they call her. I’ve never heard them call her anything else before.”

“That’s a fitting name. I guess we have to start looking for names soon, huh?” Jihyun asked. Her main goal was to keep him from overthinking, as it was causing his headaches to appear frequently. Judging by the way his shoulders dropped slightly, it worked.

“The name book is in the back, we haven’t taken it out yet.”

“We didn’t have a reason to look at it yet, but I like Hyerim.”

Jaehyun scrunched his nose and gave Jihyun a smile, “maybe we should look for more in the book.”

Jihyun laughed and took his fingertips in her hands, kissing them slightly before intertwining them together.

“Jihyunie?”

“Yes, baby?”

“After this, do you just want to go ahead and get married?” Jaehyun asked sincerely. They were stopped at a red light and Jaehyun was looking directly at her.

“Like, a courthouse wedding?”

“Yeah. We can have a massive wedding in a year if you want to continue with that plan. But I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Jihyun’s stomach churned and she wasn’t sure if it was the baby or her sudden suspicion. Regardless, she gave him a big smile and nodded, “of course.”

Jaehyun smiled widely before taking her cold hands into his, pressing his lips on her engagement ring before keeping her hand close. The rest of the car ride was relatively silent, save for the music on the radio and the sounds of the cars passing them by. There was idle chit chat here and there, considering the ride to the gun range was too long to keep complete silence. Eventually, Jaehyun made it to the secluded area and parked the car, looking at Jihyun and squeezing her shoulder.

“I’ll be right back—it won’t take too long—“

Jihyun frowned, “wait, I wanted to go with you. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Jeno, Jaemin, and Angel.”

Jaehyun snorted, “you’re not going to miss anything. Not to mention, look at all the ice that hasn’t melted yet, baby. If you trip and fall I’ll feel awful.”

Jihyun rolled her eyes and opened the door anyway, “I’ll be fine, Yoonoh. I’m not made out of glass.”

Jaehyun decided he wouldn’t be able to argue with her anymore and instead followed her out the door, making sure that his arm was hooked with hers in order to avoid any mishaps. There was quite a bit of ice from the last winter storm that Jihyun hadn’t calculated, but she told herself she’d be fine so long as she stayed close to Jaehyun’s side and paid extra attention to the ground. The issue with the shooting range was that there were extra cobblestone steps in order to reach the lower level of the shooting range. Jaehyun glanced over to Jihyun and she gave him a smile, not long before slipping and landing softly on her rear end, thanks to Jaehyun’s quick reaction.

“Yeah, no. That’s not happening.” Jaehyun said suddenly, pulling Jihyun firmly back towards the car so that she wouldn’t have to go down the steps.

“I’m fine—Jaehyun, I slipped only a little bit!” She defended, but it didn’t help that her fiancé actually decided to use some of his strength to pull her back into the car. Jaehyun opened the door and stepped aside for her to get inside but Jihyun only crossed her arms and glared at the man in front of her. He took a deep breath and nodded towards the car door.

“Please.”

“No.”

Jaehyun sighed and slouched in the seat himself, taking Jihyun’s hand and gently pulling her close. With her bottom lip jutting out, Jaehyun pulled her in for a small kiss before rubbing her arms, “humor me just this once, baby.”

“I humor you with everything, Jaehyun. You treat me like I’m going to break and I’m not even all that pregnant yet,” Jihyun scoffed. “I’m not going to fucking die if I slip on some ice or if I work a few extra hours. I’m especially not going to die if you just tell me what’s going on. You can’t just getting this cryptic fucking phone calls and expect me not to worry about it.”

“Goddammit—“ Jihyun huffed in frustration when tears spilled over. She was rarely the one to cry but recently, everything makes her so angry.

She sniffled against Jaehyun’s chest when he stood up from the car seat and pulled her into an embrace, pressing his lips into the crown of her hair. He mumbled an apology before squeezing her ever so slightly—pulling away and brushing hairs from her face.

“Can I be honest with you?”

“It’s all I want,” Jihyun sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“I’m terrified,” Jaehyun smiled when his fiancee finally looked up at him. “Of the baby, of you getting hurt, of the work I do, of being a father—of everything. I haven’t been able to fucking sleep in three days.”

Jaehyun moved his hand to her stomach, his strong hands rubbing small circles as he grimaces. “I don’t want you to think that I’m regretting any of this—because this…you…are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. But, I can’t feel as excited about being a father or being your husband when I truly have no idea if you’ll see me tomorrow.”

“I know I promise that I’ll come home to you every night but it’s getting hard, more so now, to look you in the eye and promise you that. I didn’t want you to panic because of course I went through a wikipedia hole and read everything that could go wrong with the baby,” Jaehyun snorted, scratching his head as his hands returned to lay on Jihyun’s neck. “I’m sorry I’m being overprotective, I’m sorry I’m being overbearing, but if there’s something I can control it’s what I expose you to. I want to make sure that you’re safe.”

Jihyun sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist again, “why did you wait until just now to tell me?”

“Because I’m a fucking idiot,” Jaehyun smiled. Jihyun snorted and took her turn to take Jaehyun’s face in her hands.

“You don’t have to worry about me, it freaks me out that you put all this pressure on your shoulders, baby. I know it’s scary I know it’s getting serious these days, but,” Jihyun caressed the gray hairs that were beginning to poke from the side of his head, “I don’t want you to kill yourself over it.”

Jaehyun grimaced, his dimples poking through in uncertainty as she moved her hand to his cheek, to which he leaned against not long before pressing a kiss to her wrist, “I know.”

“We’ll talk about this more at home, okay? I’ll stay in the car this time because you were right, this time. It’s really fucking icy out there.”

Jaehyun laughed and kissed her sweetly, “thank you. I’ll tell Jeno and Jaem to visit you sometime soon if you miss them that much.”

“Christmas is coming soon enough, I’ll see them then. Do what you have to do, Yoonoh. I’ll be right here.”

“I won’t be long.”

“Mm—is the baby name book still here? I’m going to look over it.”

“It should be in the back, I’ll get it for you before I leave but, I don’t think I mind the name Hyerim anymore.”

---

Jihyun shivered as she entered the threshold of their home, smiling warmly at the housemaid before handing her coat towards her, Jaehyun not far behind as he follows her towards the living room. Jaehyun insisted for their housemaid to go home for the day, he’d feel awful if she was hurt from the snow. The snow was just beginning to fall when they arrived and their housemaid happily agreed and said she would be around tomorrow—only for Jihyun to assure she would be fine if she didn’t happen to come. Without another word, their housemaid smiled and left quickly before the snow continued.

Jihyun ordered food while Jaehyun started the fireplace in front of them, sighing once he falls against the couch and swings an arm behind Jihyun’s shoulder, the latter cuddling into his shoulder watching the fire crackle.

“I suppose now is a better time to tell you what’s going on, hm?” Jaehyun started, laying his head against hers,

“You don’t have to do it right now, we’re cuddling.”

“What better way to tell you dangerous information than when we’re cuddling,” Jaehyun chuckled softly, although Jihyun couldn’t return the sentiment.

“Where do you want me to start?”

“I guess last month when Jaemin barged in—that’s a good start,” Jihyun turned beet red at the memory of Jaemin barging into their home while Jaehyun was under the covers.

“I still need to repay you for that don’t I?” Jaehyun asked playfully, biting her ear and chuckling when Jihyun scoffed and shoved him.

“That’s not what I want to hear right now, stop trying to distract me.”

“Fine, fine,” Jaehyun sighed and scratched the back of his head. “I know that you know Jaemin is technically in charge of logistics, of money, of strategies, basically the boring things that Johnny hyung and I can’t be bothered with.”

“Way to belittle your brother’s role,” Jihyun smiled.

“--anyway, I don’t think you know that Jaemin is technically under Jeno’s command. I go through Jeno and Jeno goes to Jaemin, and whatever needs to be said to our workers come from Jaemin.”

“Alright, what do these hierarchical issues have to do with him barging into our home?”

“I’m getting there! You’re so impatient,” Jaehyun rolled his eyes. “We have plans of expanding into something legit, it should take a while. But, the only people that know about it are Jeno, Johnny hyung, Mark, and I. Jaemin knows bits and pieces from what I’m assuming Jeno told him and at the time, we were looking into buying a lot for production.”

Jaehyun sighed, “someone slipped. Someone leaked to the feds and it was Jaemin who told me that at least forty of our guys were shot on spot the day before we got there.”

Jihyun whipped her head around to glare at Jaehyun, “what do you mean shot on spot?! Yoonoh, they can’t just do that they have to process them or something--”

“The feds don’t care about workers, baby,” Jaehyun grimaced. “To them, they’re nobody, they don’t have access to any information we have so they’re useless. But, we were planning to go that day but Johnny hyung’s daughter broke her arm and we rescheduled.”

“Which means?”

“Simply put, there’s a rat. There’s a rat somewhere in between Johnny hyung, Jeno, Mark, and I.”

“Do...you have any suspicions?”

Jaehyun shook his head, “I thought it was Jeno at first. There was no reason Jaemin would know anything about future plans. But, Jeno was the first to come up to me and apologize for telling Jaemin. In a way, I’m glad that he did tell him, or else I wouldn’t be here.”

Jihyun’s stomach churned as she curled closer to her fiance. If Johnny’s daughter hadn’t slipped on her skiis and broken her arm, he’d be dead along with Mark and Jaehyun. Jihyun took a shaky deep breath and held the knitted throw closer to her body.

“Then, today? What did you go see Jeno for?”

“We...sort of have a lead on who might’ve said something. Jeno is in charge of cleaning that up tomorrow. He’ll be here tomorrow morning for a debriefing with Johnny hyung and I. Jaemin will be here later on for supervision.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No baby, you don’t have to go anywhere. We’ll just be in the west wing the whole day.”

Jihyun grimaced--Jaehyun being isolated in the west wing was the same as being left alone all day. She ate alone, she slept alone, the only time she would see Jaehyun is when it was over and he always looked exhausted, barely speaking any words before he would collapse in bed.

“What about their girlfriend?”

“Whose?”

“Jeno and Jaemin’s,” Jihyun started. “They...that’s...their girlfriend, right?”

Jaehyun snorted and shrugged, “your guess is as good as mine. I don’t care to find out how that dynamic works.”

“Don’t be mean--I think it’s nice they have each other.”

“Oh, I’m sure Angel thinks it’s nice too, don’t worry,” Jaehyun grinned, earning himself a slap on his shoulder.

“Stop it! I’m asking because I’m wondering what she’s gonna do? She’s going to be all alone for three days...not to mention, I don’t know her as well.”

“Mm, what are you implying?”

“Maybe I could go stay with her for a night, you know?”

“It’s going to be dangerous for you to drive tomorrow, baby.”

“I’ll take the BMW.”

Jaehyun squinted, “that wasn’t me asking for alternatives.”

Jihyun blinked and tilted her head to the side, “are you...telling me no?”

Just then, there’s a knock at the door and Jaehyun removed his arm from her shoulders, “hold on. We’ll talk about this later.”

Jihyun rolled her eyes and wrapped herself in the blanket further until Jaehyun returned with their takeout, shuffling towards her and putting the chicken on the coffee table.

“Why do you want to go see Angel so bad?”

Jihyun relocated to the floor as she took chopsticks and began picking at the drumstick her fiance served her, “I told you, she’s the only one I haven’t met yet. Well, I’ve met her, but I don’t know anything about her.”

“You haven’t met Johnny’s new wife yet.”

“That’s because she’s fucking rude,”

Jaehyun laughed, “yeah. She’s kind of a dick.”

“But I’ve talked to Angel a few times, and she’s really nice. Not to mention, I don’t think her real name is Angel.”

“It probably isn’t. But she wasn’t born in Korea, so it was probably her American name.”

“Either way, I want to get to know her. It’s lonely being the only wife.”

Jaehyun rolled his eyes, “if I didn’t know any better it sounds like you’re trying to assert your dominance.”

“It’s a little bit of that too.”

“Well, I appreciate you being honest with me at least.”

“So,” Jihyun lifted her gaze, “can I?”

Jaehyun took a deep breath before looking at his phone, “I’ll tell you what. I have to call Renjun right now and Kun hyung later. After that, I’ll run it past Jeno and Jaemin if it’s okay and when Johnny goes to pick up Jaemin tomorrow morning he’ll take the BMW and you’ll go with him. Alright?”

Jihyun beamed and leaned over to kiss Jaehyun sweetly, “thank you for understanding.”

Jaehyun hummed and returned her kiss with a roll of his eyes, “sure, sure. Keep eating, I’ll be a while.”

Jihyun nodded and continued to chew her food as she watched Jaehyun get up from the floor and walk towards the west wing. She heard his voice fade into the hallway as she turned on the TV to keep her company until she finished her meal. When she wasn’t feeling as hungry she moved the leftovers back in the box and carefully stood up to place it on the kitchen counter.

It seemed that Jaehyun would still be on the phone for a little longer so Jihyun decided to move towards their bedroom and get ready to end the night. She turned the humidified on before entering the bathroom, taking off her rings and jewelry before walking towards the shower, letting it steam up before entering, allowing the hot water to soothe her pregnancy aches. As she finished washing the last bits of shampoo out of her hair, she allowed herself to dry off before she continued her skin routine--to which Jaehyun has the pleasure of observing.

She smiled at him in the mirror and beamed when he pressed a kiss to her cheek, squeezing her rear end before wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Do you need help drying your hair?”

“I would love it if you’d help me,” Jihyun smiled, taking out the hair dryer and continued to massage her face as Jaehyun softly runs the brush through her hair. Once he deemed Jihyun’s hair dry enough, he runs a comb through it once more before giving a small laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“Now that we know that we’re having a girl, I should probably put some extra effort into learning how to do some hairstyles.”

“Bold of you to assume you’re going to be waking up to take her to school.” Jihyun teased, watching Jaehyun scrunch his nose.

“I’ll try,” Jaehyun defended. “That’s more than most people can say.”

“I guess that’s true,” Jihyun yawned. After finishing her last serum, she stretched her arms out and felt Jaehyun’s thumbs press at her hips, relieving the pressure that always seemed to camp there. With a moan, she leaned against Jaehyun’s chest, sighing as he chuckled in her ear.

“If I recall, this is how you got pregnant.”

Jihyun laughed and pinched his thigh, “asshole. I’m not falling into your back massage tricks anymore.”

Jaehyun hummed and pressed his lips to the side of her neck, playfully nipping as Jihyun squealed and playfully shoved him, “I bet I could try.”

“I’m sleepy, Jae,” Jihyun whined, placing her hand on top of his as it moved towards the front of her pajama.

“I’ll take care of you,” Jaehyun sighed, turning Jihyun around and kissing her softly. “You know I always do.”

Jihyun returned his kisses with the same amount of fervor, slightly annoyed that she was always so eager and pliant whenever he kissed her. Curse her hormones, they were the main reason why a quickie didn’t sound so bad.

“You have to be up early tomorrow, Yoonoh.”

“Mmm, I know, but that doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you.”

“I can take care of you too, y’know? It doesn’t have to be me on the receiving end all the time,” Jihyun smiled. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I thought you were tired,” Jaehyun grinned.

With a roll of her eyes, she pulled at Jaehyun’s waistband, “do you want your dick sucked or not, Jaehyun?”

//

At four thirty--Jaehyun felt his eyes peel open at the sound of his alarm clock, watching as Kihyun shuffled at the sound. Slowly, she lifted her head up from the bed, sitting up and blinking at her fiance as she struggled to wake up. Jaehyun laughed before pulling her for a kiss after sitting up himself, pressing a small kiss on her belly before tucking messy strands of hair behind her ear.

“Did you sleep well?”

Jihyun shrugged, “baby makes me a light sleeper.”

“Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for you to get ready.”

“Wanna get ready now though…” Jihyun mumbled before being pushed by her doting lover back into her pillow as the same man threw the blankets over her body, instantly falling victim to sleep. “...mm...fuck you.”

Jaehyun chuckled before pressing a kiss to her forehead, “argue with me when you’re awake again.”

Shortly after, he slid out of bed and continued his routine of a quick shower and a quick shave, getting dressed as he began his way towards the west wing. Entering his office, he overlooked the paperwork he laid out for himself the night before, munching on the toast he made himself as he flipped through the pages of his information packets Johnny emailed him last night. He glanced at his watch and noticed that Johnny and Jeno would be here shortly.

Almost on cue, the doorbell rang and Jaehyun quickly shuffled towards the door so that whoever was behind the door wouldn’t ring it twice. However, Johnny knew better as it was revealed that it was him behind the door with Jeno next to him. They shared quick greetings as they walked towards his office, sitting in their designated seats as Jeno eagerly began to look over the information packet.

“Everything that’s in there is what I’ve already told you,” Jaehyun explained. “If anything, these packets are more for Jaemin--just to catch him up on what’s going on.”

“Jeno, today is not shoot to kill, do you understand?” Johnny warned, “today is information gathering. You’re going with Mark to observe, to memorize habits. Once Mark reports back to us, Jaehyun will give you the order.”

Jeno nodded and took a deep breath, “okay. Sounds good. Where’s Mark hyung now?”

“He’s on his way here. He was debriefed the night before to save time, all you have to do is get inside,” Jaehyun looked at his watch again before looking up at Johnny. “He should be coming soon then, isn’t he? It’s probably almost time for you to go too.”

“Right after Mark, yeah.”

“Will you do me a favor?” Jaehyun sighed, “will you take Jihyun with you to Jeno and Jaemin’s house? She wants to keep Angel company.”

Johnny furrowed his eyebrows and glanced at Jeno, who only had a smile to offer. “Why? I mean, I’ll do it, I guess I’m curious.”

“Her excuse is that she doesn’t know Angel, or something--hyung it was an hour argument please just take her.”

Johnny snorted and gave a smile afterwards, “of course. I’ll take her.”

“Thank you,” Jaehyun sighed. “I’ve got to go wake her up, I’ll be back in a second.”

Jaehyun walked towards the door and closed it behind him, shuffling quickly back to their bedroom as he watched Jihyun breathe slowly. He took a moment to admire her again, the way her body curled under the bed sheets with no intention of waking up. He thought about letting her sleep in instead and not letting her go out--and while she’d appreciate it for now, she’ll wake up absolutely irate if she didn’t. Instead, Jaehyun sighed and opted to wake her up, gently shaking her shoulder and watching her peek through her hair.

“Is it time now?”

Jaehyun hummed in approval and gently helped her out of bed, leading her into the bathroom before closing the door behind her. Jaehyun pulled an overnight bag out of their closet and began packing a few of Jihyun’s clothes, things that he knew she would be comfortable wearing as well as a shirt of his, just in case she misses me, Jaehyun thought to himself knowing that it would be him missing her more than the other way around. When Jihyun got out of the bathroom with a towel around her body, she noticed the bag on the bed and raised her eyebrow before cocking her head to the side.

“You must really want me out, huh?”

Jaehyun snorted, “no. I did it to save you time. Also, you won’t tell me but I see how hard it is for you to bend down these days.”

Jihyun smiled and kissed Jaehyun’s shoulder. She glanced inside the duffel bag and narrowed her eyes, “interesting. Why is your shirt here?”

“What if you forget what my stud muffin shirt looks like while you’re gone?” Jaehyun asked innocently, continuing to zip it closed.

Jihyun laughed quietly before moving towards their wardrobe, opting for an oversized sweater and a pair of her favorite maternity jeans.

“Why do I feel like you’re going to be the one who’s going to miss me more?”

“Because it’s true,” Jaehyun pouted as he pulled her in for a hug. “I’m clingy, sue me.”

“It’s for a day. Maybe two if I have fun.”

“If it’s for two please tell me so I can emotionally prepare.”

“God,” Jihyun groaned, pushing Jaehyun away as the latter tried to pull her closer,“you’re such a baby.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” Jaehyun huffed, continuing to pucker his lips as Jihyun tried her best to dodge.

Jihyun gagged playfully as Jaehyun laughed against her lips, biting her nose before pulling away, “are you done? Johnny oppa is probably waiting for me outside.”

“Johnny hyung can wait,” Jaehyun grinned, towering over Jihyun until she falls onto the bed giggling, falling suspect to Jaehyun’s sloppy kisses.

“Yoonoh, I have to go,” Jihyun laughed breathlessly, grabbing onto Jaehyun’s face once more to give him a full kiss.

“Fine,” Jaehyun frowned, rolling off and helping Jihyun get up once again. “Call me when you get there, okay?”

“How about I text you when I get there? And, I’ll call you tonight?”

Jaehyun scrunched his nose but nodded, “fine.”

Jaehyun helped Jihyun get into her socks before walking towards the front door, where Johnny was on his phone patiently waiting. There were a few jokes about having to wait a bit longer, but, to save Jihyun from embarrassment, Johnny kept them to a minimum before taking Jihyun’s bag as Jaehyun helped her into her boots.

“I love you,” he smiled. “Be careful, don’t have too much fun.”

“I love you too, but I promised Angel we’d go out drinking.”

Jaehyun narrowed his eyes as Jihyun laughed and kissed her fiance goodbye, “I’ll see you Tuesday.”

“Tuesday,” Jaehyun nodded, watching as Johnny offered his arm to carefully lead Jihyun into the snow and towards the running car. Jaehyun took a deep breath and kicked a shoe out of the way.

This is going to fucking suck, he thought to himself.

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Enough Pt. 14

A/N: Hey guys! Here is the new update for Enough! I hope you guys enjoy it and as always I enjoy receiving feedback! Please don’t hold back and let me know what you guys think! Also, I did my own gif lol I could not find what i wanted for this chapter, so I decided to ‘make’ my own. Please don’t judge me too harshly, I am not tech savvy xD

Mina and Suho were kind enough to pick you up from the airport once you arrived at Seoul. They were being very tentative with the way they spoke to you and it annoyed you that they were treating you like a ticking time bomb. You tried to ignore it and smile as much as possible without it looking fake. You tried to keep up with the conversation as Suho drove you to your house. Mina was updating you on how her doctor appointments were going and you were genuinely happy to hear about your future niece or nephew. They insisted on taking you out to dinner but you were tired and just wanted to go home and sleep. Suho and Mina shared a look and agreed to drop you off home. 

Pulling up to your apartment you felt a strange wave of sadness overcome you when you realized that you actually moved. You’re back in Seoul, away from what means the world to you. Suho helped you with one of your suitcases as you rolled the other one up to your apartment. Mina tagged along, insisting on helping even though you refused to let her carry anything heavy. You opened the door with the new code your building manager gave you and you were surprised to see how it looked exactly the same. You don’t know what you were expecting, since no one entered your apartment during your time away. But you definitely were not expecting to feel an emptiness. The place that once felt like home now felt like a foreign place to you. 

“Okay, well I guess you don’t have much to unpack. Do you want us to stay and help?” Mina offered, feeling bad about leaving you alone

“No, it’s fine. You guys have done enough for me. Go home and rest, you must be tired.” You say, rubbing Mina’s stomach in a loving manner.

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.” Suho said and gave you a pointed look, which made you smile.

“Of course. Thank you guys, really.” You gave them a smile, not knowing what you would do without them.

“Okay, good night.” Mina gave you a strong goodbye hug, making you emotional all of a sudden.

You walked them to the door and bid them farewell, thankful to be left alone. You sat on your couch and closed your eyes, exhaling a long breath. The last 36 hours replaying in your head like a movie. 

When you arrived at the Friends Corp. building you were nervous and full of jitters, not knowing if you were going to see Jaehyun or not. You walked to the HR office to return your employee badge and access card. You then proceeded to go to Wendy’s office, saying goodbye to her and answering her questions about why you were leaving all of a sudden. You gave her a brief explanation as to why you were headed back to Seoul and kept an eye out to see if you saw Jaehyun. Once you were done talking to Wendy you went down the hall to look for Johnny and Mark, hoping that Jaehyun might be with them.

“Noona, I just can’t believe that you’re leaving. Why?” Mark asked, extremely sad that you were leaving.

“I know, we didn’t even have time to throw you a going away party or anything.” Johnny whines, still not believing that you were actually leaving.

“Wait! Does Jaehyun know?” Mark asked, realizing that he wasn’t there.

“Wait, he called out sick this morning.” Johnny says, trying to put the puzzle pieces together. “Did something happen?” He questions.

Your eyes welled up with tears as you look at your two friends and you try with all your might not to cry in front of them.

“Um, Jaehyun and I broke up last night.” You say in a whisper, hoping that if you don’t say it too loudly it isn’t true.

“WHAT?” Both men exclaimed, shocked at the news that their two great friends broke up.

“Why? What Happened?” Mark questioned, not believing that this happened.

“There were just some… issues we could not work through, and I have a lot of projects waiting for me in Seoul that cannot wait.” You explained, not wanting to get into the details. 

“Damn I’m sorry.” Johnny says, giving you a hug.

“You guys can come and visit me any time.” You say with a small smile. You say your final goodbyes and leave the building, a dull ache in your chest. 

It does not surprise you that Jaehyun was not at work but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t sad. You were really hoping to see him to at least give him an explanation. It would have been ideal if you did that at your apartment, but you were frozen in place, just watching your life crumble around you. You were angry with yourself for not fighting for your relationship; for not fighting to keep Jaehyun in your life and saving your relationship.

The whole process of getting to the airport, going through security and finding your gate was all done on autopilot. Your mind was not present and your body was just going with the motions. Namjoon got you a seat on Business Class and you were thankful because all you wanted to do during your 15 hour flight was sleep and cry with some privacy. And that is exactly what you did. Plus watch a movie or two once your eyes burned from all the crying you did. Thankfully once you landed you had regained some control over your emotions, so Suho and Mina did not know of what you did on the plane. You’re pretty sure they had an idea though because you were uncharacteristically quiet.

You had not realized you were crying until your body was shaking with sobs, tears streaming down your face. You hated feeling sorry for yourself. You felt pathetic and dumb and crying was not going to fix anything. Crying was not going to take you back to New York and fix everything, it’s not going to take you to that night and not let Jaehyun go until this was resolved. It’s not going to take you back to the moment Chanyeol entered your life again and put up your walls to keep him out completely. Even though crying was not going to fix your broken heart, you could not help it. Your sobs echoed in your apartment, filling the empty spaces around you. With a trembling body, you made your way to the bathroom and took a shower. The hot water helped relax your tense muscles and wash away the grime from the long plane ride. You were grateful to come home to a clean apartment, courtesy of Namjoon and the company. The time you spent in the shower was enough to relax you into a sleepy lull. You were exhausted from the plane ride, the crying and all the events that took place. You closed your eyes and hoped that sleep would soon envelop you and temporarily make you forget about everything that happened. 

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“Noona! I am so happy you are back!” Jungkook greets you with a tight hug the second you enter the building. You can't help the laugh that escapes your lips at his tactics, the sound sounding foreign to your own ears.

“Kookie! Look at you! I wasn’t gone a full year and look how buff you got.” You say playfully, pinching his bicep.

“I have been hitting the gym with my hyungs. I wanted to be buff for when you came back.” He says, jokingly flexing his muscles.

“Okay gym rat.” You say with an eye roll, headed to the elevators.

You were greeted by all your coworkers, pleasantries exchanged as you made your way to your office. You felt strange in your office but you knew the feeling would go away soon. Once you were back in your routine and submerge yourself in your projects, you knew the feeling would go away. You heard a knock on your door and you whip your head towards the noise, heart hammering in your chest.

“Hey! Can I come in?” Namjoon asks, hovering by the doorway.

“Yes, of course.” You say, heart still hammering. You were stupid to think it was Jaehyun knocking at your door. Old habits die hard. 

“I emailed you the new projects that need to be handled first. After that, you can choose the order in which you complete the other ones.” Namjoon explains, noticing the lack of a smile on your face.

“Sounds great, I’ll get right to it.” You say with a small smile, giving your attention back to your computer.

“Is everything Okay?” Namjoon asks, noticing your odd behavior.

“Yes, everything is fine. I’m just a little tired, I’m not used to the time difference yet.” You say, hoping he’d take that explanation. 

“Okay, well pace yourself and take it easy.” He gives you one last knowing glance before he leaves your office.

And just like that you shut yourself out of the real world and immerse yourself in your work, something you were good at and wouldn’t sabotage. 

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“Get up. Now!” Mina says as she pulls the comforter off your body.

“What the hell Mina? How did you get into my apartment?” You complain, the bright sunlight burning your eye balls. 

“Because I know your pin, genius! Now get up, you’re not going to spend the whole weekend wallowing in self pity. We are going for a nice walk to the Han river.” She says matter-of-factly, looking cute in her exercise clothes.

“No.” You reply, trying to snatch the comforter back.

“I said get up, I’m not playing with you! Don’t you know you’re not supposed to make a pregnant woman angry?” She questions, smacking your but hard.

“Ouch!” You whine, kicking your feet like a toddler. “Mina, I don’t want to go to the Han river, I just want to stay here. Leave me alone!” You whine, wishing she wasn’t a good friend right now and would let you rot in your apartment. 

“Bitch if you don’t get up I swear I will punch you, you know I will! Me being pregnant is not going to change the fact that I will beat your ass.” She threatens. You know not to mess with Mina because she will beat you up if you make her angry enough.

“Fine! Fine! I’ll fucking go. But just so you know I will hate it and I will complain the whole time!” You huff, getting out of bed and heading for your closet.

“That’s what I thought.” Mina says, satisfied with herself. She doesn’t like to get violent but she will if she needs to. 

You come out of your closet dressed in a jogger set, glaring daggers at a smug Mina.

“See? That wasn’t so hard.” She smiles, making you roll your eyes at her.

“You’re lucky you're pregnant with my niece or nephew.” You say, making her laugh.

“Okay, let’s go before it gets any later.” She says in a sing-song voice, annoying you already.

The walk along the Han river was actually very relaxing, but of course you would not admit that to Mina. You enjoyed the breeze hitting your face, alleviating the perpetual weight you felt in your chest. You inhaled the cool air and blamed the stinging in your eyes to the cold wind. 

After a nice and relatively quiet walk, you agreed to get some lunch with Mina. she needed to eat because she was eating for two and could not skip any meals. Suho actually had set up reminders on her phone, much to her annoyance. You thought it was cute though, Suho was very immaculate with the things he cared about. 

After eating some jjajangmyun, you went to some shops to buy a few items you needed as well as some groceries. You had been ordering take out all week since you got back to Seoul and you decided it was time you started cooking again. 

“I can’t believe you have been eating take out this whole time! You are insane.” Mina chastises as you make your way up your apartment building, grocery bags in tow.

“Yeah I know.” You huff, not wanting to be lectured by your best friend. At least she has that aspect of motherhood down.

“Thanks for helping me out today. And for taking me out for a walk.” You say once you have put all your groceries away, Mina getting ready to leave.

“No problem. You know I’m always here for you. Don’t hesitate to call, okay?” She says. 

You nod and give her a hug and kiss her belly before she leaves, leaving you alone once again. This time however, you did not feel as empty as you had been, which I guess is a good thing. 

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“Are you sure I need to go? I can stay here, I really don’t mind.” You say to Namjoon, hoping he would let you have your way.

“What? No! What are you saying? I sent you over there to oversee this whole project and now you’re saying you don’t want to go? Don’t be ridiculous! Our investors are expecting to see you there, a lot of people are. I’m sorry but you’re not getting out of this and that’s final.” Namjoon rants, not believing what he is hearing at this moment. 

“Okay, I’m sorry.” You sigh, you didn’t like making Namjoon upset. 

“We leave in two days, so if you don’t have a dress already, please go buy one. The company gave you a card with a wardrobe budget for events like this. Use it.” He commands, not taking no for an answer. 

“Okay, I will.” You put your hands up in surrender, already hating the thought of going shopping. Normally, you’d love to go shopping with Mina. But as her due date is approaching, Suho has been even more overprotective than usual and does not want her going out and doing too much. So now you are left to go alone and you completely hate that.

“Hey Noona!” Jungkook greets cheerily, sitting down on the chair in front of you.

“Hi Kookie.” You greet, moving the food around on your plate. Just the thought of returning to New York after three months of being back in Seoul is enough to make you lose your appetite. 

“Are you excited about going to New York with Joon hyung?” He asks, oblivious to your sour mood.

“Not really. I still need to buy a dress.” You groan, pushing the food tray away from you.

Jungkook gives you a pointed look and swallows a mouthful of rice.

“I can go dress shopping with you.” He offers, giving you a sweet Jungkook smile. 

“Won’t you get bored?” You chuckle at his ridiculous offer.

“Of course not! I’d never get bored while hanging out with you noona.” He says, warming your heart a little.

“Well I have to go tonight. Are you available after work?” You ask, not believing that you are actually taking him up on his offer. 

“Of course! We shall meet at the lobby at the end of the day. There are some good shops in Gangnam that we can go to.” He offers with a smile.

“Okay, sounds like a plan.” You say, a small smile creeping on your face.

“Now eat. You’re too skinny.” Jungkook pushes your food tray back to you, making you roll your eyes at his antics.

You did manage to eat your food however, some of the previous nerves ebbing away. 

At the end of your work day you made your way to the lobby of the building where Jungkook was waiting for you.

“Noona! Ready to go?” He asks, opening the door for you.

“Yes, let’s get this over with.” You say, Jungkook whining at your lack of enthusiasm.

You guys took the subway to Gangnam and Jungkook pointed out some shops that he knew had some nice dress selections.

“I don’t know Kookie, these dresses seem a bit…. Extravagant.” You say, looking through the racks of dresses.

 “Noona, it is an extravagant event, so you need to dress the part.” Jungkook says, holding up a dress for you to see. You scrunch your nose and shake your head no to the insultingly revealing dress.

“Come on! You gotta show some skin.” He whines, making you laugh.

“Jungkook, are you sure you did not just come with me so you can see me in a skimpy dress?” You  accuse, laughing when you see Jungkook turn a slight shade of incriminating pink. 

“Noona~!” He whines, he did not do it for that reason but he will admit it was a perk.

“What do you think of this one?” You ask, pulling a silk dress from the rack. 

Jungkook looks at it for a few seconds and nods, thinking it's a good contender.

You looked at the reflection in the mirror and smiled, liking what you see. The dress was a beautiful midnight blue. It had a plunging V neckline with necktie straps, a partially open back and a high slit that showed a hint of skin. You felt beautiful and sexy and you hoped that the dress caught the attention of a certain someone that was going to be at the gala. 

You open the door to the dressing room and twirl the fabric around, showing the dress to Jungkook.

“Whoa noona, you look amazing.” Jungkook exclaims, eyes roaming your figure in the dress. You looked amazing in it, like the dress was made just for you. 

“It’s not too much?” You ask, feeling the silky material in between your fingers.

“Not at all! It’s perfect. You’re perfect noona.” He smiles, making you blush at the compliment.  

“You’re too sweet Kookie. Okay, I guess this is it. I’m sick of dress shopping.” You say, heading back to the dressing room.

“We have only been shopping for like an hour and a half.” He laughs, thinking it was funny that a girl did not enjoy spending hours shopping. 

Once you had paid, Jungkook convinced you to go out for some drinks and dinner. You were hesitant, not really in the mood to socialize. Even though three months had passed, you were still hurting from your breakup with Jaehyun and you just wanted to go home, drink too much wine and pass out. Jungkook thought that the sound of that was ridiculous and convinced you to do otherwise. You went to a trendy place that had recently opened up and it was full of young people drinking and having a good time.

Jungkook was fun company and you were enjoying his conversation. It was really helping you keep your mind off of things but you were not keeping track of how many shots of soju you were shooting back. You had pent up frustration and sadness that you needed something to numb it. 

“Whoa noona, are you okay?” Jungkook asks, eyeing your swaying form.

“Of course Kookie! I am doing grrrreat!” You say, imitating Tony the Tiger.

Jungkook laughs as he moves the soju bottle away from your grasp.

“Okay Noona, I think that I need to get you home. You are done for the night.” Jungkook pays for the bill and helps you up, offering to carry your garment bag and purse. He had your arm draped around his neck as he maneuvered you out of the restaurant and out to the uber he requested. 

“Okay noona, just rest your head and don’t make sudden movements.” Jungkook Instructed, making sure you wouldn’t vomit in the car.

Jungkook struggled to help you out of the car and to your apartment. You were very dizzy and had to stop twice because you thought you were going to throw up. Getting into your apartment was an even bigger challenge because you could not punch in the right code. So after a few minutes of trying, you were actually able to open the door.

“Okay noona, I put the garment bag in your closet. Do you need anything before I leave?” Jungkook asks, making sure you were not going to fall over.

“No, thank you Kookie, you’re the best.” You say, pulling him in for a tight hug.

“Of course. I had fun with you today.” He says, giving you a small squeeze.

He was about to pull away when you pull him back in for a kiss, taking him by surprise. He did not react at first but soon enough he reciprocated the kiss. You pull him closer, if that was possible, and let your hands roam his chest. You lightly moaned into his mouth, hands reaching under his shirt to touch his skin. Your hands were starting to lift his shirt up when Jungkook finally realized the turn of events.

“Noona, noona hold on.” He murmurs against your lips, trying to stop your wandering hands.

“What? You don’t want this?” You ask, biting your lip and looking up at him from under your eye lashes.

“Noona, I think you are very attractive and trust me, I would love to go further with you but you are drunk. And I don’t think you are in a good place for this right now. I’ve noticed that something is wrong and if I were to ever… sleep with you, I’d want to make sure it was right.” He says, placing your hands by your sides and giving you a small reassuring smile.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to come on to you like that.” You say, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay. Don't cry, it’s okay. I’m not upset.” He says, taking you to the couch and gently sitting down next to you.

“I just, I went through a hard breakup and I am feeling very emotional. I don’t know what to do or how to feel. I’m sorry I roped you like this. I appreciate you so much Jungkook. I really do. And I roped you into all of this.” You say, the guilt creeping in from attacking Kook the way you did. 

“Noona, it’s fine. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m here for you. We are friends.” He gives you a small smile, squeezing your shoulder. “Are you feeling better?” He asks, noticing that you looked more sober.

“Yeah, I do feel a lot better. Thank you for today, I really needed it.” You say, giving him another hug.

“Any time. I’m heading out. Have a fun time in New York. you’re going to be the belle of the ball.” He says with a cheesy wink, making you laugh.

After Jungkook left you decided to take a shower to clear your head and sober up. You needed to pack for your trip to New York because you did not want to be doing it last minute. The thought of seeing Jaehyun again made your heart beat uncontrollably in your chest, stomach churning uncomfortably. You knew it was going to be awkward but you were really hoping you could see him and speak to him. You were so tired from all the overthinking and drinking that you went straight to sleep without realizing it. 

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“You okay?” Namjoon asks, looking at your silent form next to him on the airplane. 

“Yes, I’m fine.” You say, closing your eyes and trying to ignore the people still boarding the airplane. You wish you could close the door to your seats. 

You were not in the best of moods but you didn’t want to project that to Namjoon. Your head was still whirring with chagrin at the thought of coming on to Jungkook the other night at your apartment. He had made it clear he was not mad and that it was not going to be weird between the two of you. And you also had the prospect of seeing Jaehyun again, which had your heart hammering and your stomach feeling nauseous. It was going to be a long flight and you did not want to be a bummer to Namjoon.

“I’m not stupid, you know? I know we have a professional relationship but I like to think we are friends too.” Namjoon gives you a pointed look, a clear indication that he was not going to drop it until you talked to him about it. 

“We are friends Joon.” You sigh, looking at him between the seat divider. He raised his eyebrow, a silent sign for you to go on.

You took a deep breath before you delved into the story. Telling him about Chanyeol to that ending and then to Jaehyun and how you sabotaged that. You told him about Chanyeol being back in the picture, how he was Loey and why you were dreading this whole event. He was stunned at the story, of how you kept this from him all this time. If you really wanted to stay back from the gala, he would have considered it because he did not want you to be uncomfortable. 

It felt good to talk about the whole thing with someone, a great pressure lifting from your chest. You had killed a good three hours talking to Namjoon about your situation, you had dinner and you were starting to feel tired. You were glad that you had Namjoon with you now that he knew about what happened. You just hoped that you could survive this thing.

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“Okay so after dinner, the performances are going to start. The opening act will be Loey and Ara.” Wendy gives you the run down as she walks you to your table.

“Sounds great, let me know if there’s something else you need me to do. I have my phone with me.” You tell her, approaching the table. You look around and notice the slightly different people sitting at the table.

“What, um, is this the original table I was supposed to sit at?” You ask Wendy, remembering that you created the seating chart with her. 

“Oh.” She starts hesitantly, going slightly pink. “Yeah it is, but Jaehyun asked to be moved to a different table.” She says, looking visibly uncomfortable.

“Oh!” You say, trying to ignore the pain in your gut that made you feel winded. You thank her for guiding you to your table and taking a seat, greeting the people in your table. Namjoon was sitting there so you were glad you were with someone that you felt comfortable with. 

You tried to focus on the conversation taking place at the table and not on the fact that Jaehyun asked to change tables. You understood why he did it, but it didn’t hurt any less. You tried to be discreet while you looked around to see if you could find Jaehyun, but it was hard to locate him. You reprimand yourself for being so unprofessional, remembering that you were not here just as a guest but you also have responsibilities in this event. 

After dinner you went to look for Wendy so you could get ready to begin the musical acts of the night. 

“Everyone, we want to thank you for being here tonight. Your support and contributions to the opening of this pop up shop. This would not be possible to everyone’s contribution. So without further ado, Miss Wendy Son will be presenting the acts for tonight!” You say, passing the microphone over to Wendy as she steps up to the stage, a dazzling smile gracing her face.

“We all know everyone has been anxious for our opening act, so without any more delay, I present Ara and Loey!” She presents, the crowd roaring with applause. 

The two of you made your way off the stage and made your way to your seats again, waiting for the show to start.

You glance around one more time before Loey and Ara hit the stage and you finally find what you are looking for. You see Jaehyun sitting at a table close to the stage, surrounded by people from his department plus Johnny and Mark. You made eye contact with him and you felt like your stomach dropped to your knees. He only held the eye contact for a few seconds before turning to the woman next to him and smiling at something she was saying. You recognize her from the PR team, which made sense that she was at the same table as him. You tried to normalize your breathing as you look at the stage again, the lights of the room dimming and the music blasting from a speaker. 

All the performances were spectacular, Loey and Ara definitely were the highlight. They did a spectacular job with their duet, the crowd amazed when Loey was revealed. Ara also had a solo and there were other bands and artists performing. The performances lasted about forty five minutes total, leading to the final portion of the gala which was just dancing and drinks. You tried to make your way towards Jaehyun’s table but you were stopped by some of the investors, wanting to congratulate you on your collaboration of the gala and the opening of the pop up shop. You were trying to be a gracious host, but you noticed that Jaehyun was no longer seated at his table. 

You knew it was very unprofessional to be looking around while having investors and members of the board speak to you, but you were looking through the crowd trying to find Jaehyun. 

You were finally left alone and you decided to do a lap around the reception hall, hoping you can find the person you’re looking for and without interruption. You were trying to get by people without touching their sweaty bodies and without getting stopped again. After a futile attempt you make your way to the back table, wanting to get some punch because you were too thirsty from all the talking you did. You felt a finger poke you on the side and you whir around, anticipation clouding your mind. 

“Hey, you look amazing.” Chanyeol says, dazzling smile highlighted by his new platinum hair.

“Hey, new hair?” You ask, not knowing what to say. 

“Yeah I decided to do something different for the gala. You like?” He asks, twirling around and showing you a 360 degree view of his haircut and  outfit. He had changed out of his performance outfit and into a black tux paired with a white shirt and a black bow tie.

He looked very good, you give him that, but you were not in the mood to engage in conversation with him.

“Yeah you look good.” You say with a smile, glancing behind him to see if Jaehyun was behind him. You did not want the night to end before you could at least greet him.

“There you are! We need to go with Namjoon, he wants to present us to a possible investor.” Wendy says as she approaches you, noticing that you were with Chanyeol after she was speaking a mile a minute.

“Oh, hello Mr. Park.” She greets with a bow, embarrassed at interrupting the conversation.

“Hi miss Son, no worries. I know you are busy ladies. I’ll leave you to it. I guess I should look for Ara and make sure she is okay.” Chanyeol says, bowing once before leaving.

You follow Wendy to where Namjoon was, passing many people along the way and greeting them with smiles and hellos. You caught a glimpse of Jaehyun with a group from the HR department. He looked gorgeous with his charcoal grey suit, white shirt and dark red bow tie. You once again made eye contact with him, but it was very short since you had to keep moving to keep up with Wendy and not lose her in the mass of people. 

It was about an hour later when you were finally free. You were walking with intent even though your feet were screaming. You frantically looked around the hall, hoping to find Jaehyun. You noticed Mark and Johnny hanging out by a wall, speaking to each other. You march towards them hoping that they know where he is. 

“Hey guys, how are you?” You ask, approaching the dapper young men. 

“Noona! You look so awesome!” Mark says, giving you a hug.

“Thanks Mark.” You smile, ruffling the boys hair.

“You did an incredible job! But you have been very busy, I noticed that you were speaking to people non stop all night.” Johnny says, giving you a hug as well.

“Yeah it’s been a pretty crazy night. Hey, have you seen Jaehyun by chance?” You ask, feeling bad for cutting the conversation short, but you really wanted to find him.

Johnny and Mark shared a look, something made you feel like it wasn’t a good sign.

“Yeah he left about a half hour ago.” Johnny says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Oh, I see. Well, he must be tired too, he also played a big role in all of this.” You say, trying to mask the disappointment in your voice.

“Yeah he was. Well we are heading out too. Have a good night and a safe flight back to Seoul.” Johnny says, hugging you. 

“We are going to come visit you, okay?” Mark says, giving you a reassuring hug.

“Yes please, I really want you guys to come.” You say with a smile, bidding them goodbye.

You stand where they left you, mind blank and eyes not focusing on anything. You could not believe that he was gone. Just like that. So this was it. No chance of speaking to him again. You did not know when you were going to see him again and you were too big of a coward to call him. Besides, what you wanted to say was better if you did it in person and not over the phone. You felt defeated and thought it was time to go to your hotel so you could take a shower and drink all the contents of the mini bar. You were so busy tonight you didn’t even get a chance to fully enjoy yourself and have at least one drink. 

You found Namjoon and told him you were going to head over to the hotel, deciding that it was time to call it a night.

You were waiting for your town car to come to the front of the building when you hear someone calling your name.

 “Hey! I was trying to get your attention since before you left the building. Did you not hear me?” Chanyeol asks as he jogs up to you, breath visible in the cold night.

“Oh, sorry, I did not hear you.” You say, looking out for your car.

“Are you crying?” He asks, peering at your face.

“No.” You say, not realizing you had been crying, a few stray tears running down your face. 

“Uh, okay. Well I sort of wanted to get a dance with you.” Chanyeol tries, getting closer to you and placing a hand on your arm.

“Chanyeol, I’m  not in the mood right now. I just want to go to my hotel, I’m exhausted.” You say, biting your lip in an effort to hold your tears in.

“Hey, hey look at me.” He says gently, lifting your face to look at him. “Are you okay?” He asks again, emphasizing the ‘okay’. 

You feel your lip quivering and shake your head no, tears finally overflowing. 

He hugs you into his chest, feeling your body shake in his hold. You cry into his shirt, hoping that you would not stain it. 

Chanyeol held you and felt his heart squeeze; he did not know why you were crying but he hated seeing you like this. All he wanted to do from now on is be there for you, whenever you wanted or needed him, he would be there. Just like he always should have.

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Bioshock Rebirth Timeline

This is a timeline of an AU I’ve had been developing for a long time now. I wanted to get this out there before I got on vacation. Where I’ll will be only able to use my phone to go on Tumblr. Be warned a long introduction. 

Bioshock Rebirth is an AU that’s actually a reimagining of the Bioshock series. Basically a reboot of the series. But also in a strange way it’s a, “What If” scenario. The origins of this AU were quite strange and it became this one thing. Where I have admitted I went too far with how deep it was going. There was this passion and me trying to develop it(Such as imagining how it would work as a video game. Even though this is my story). Including I made some stories for it. Along with an ages chart of a lot of characters. 

During development I was trying to understand what made Bioshock well Bioshock. Yet make something that seem plausible despite how I considered it insane in it’s early stages.

I’ve been so nervous and shy to share it with the Bioshock community on Tumblr. Because it’s complex, and I’m concerned of what the reactions would be to it. Especially some parts I feel like became quite dark. With this AU I have used elements and characters from the first three games. But the timeline is mainly mostly like Bioshock 1, 2, and taking things from the novel. Despite what some reactions were to that novel.

I looked into the timeline before Infinite made things more messy. 

One of the origins for Rebirth it’s supposed to be a more hopeful version of Infinite. A contrast to that game’s ideals and whatever else. Including a weird way to explain how this timeline existed. Because of the incontinences and errors in Bioshock Infinite’s, “Burial At Sea” and the events of Infinite did something to the multiverse. Mainly in a way that despite how Ken Levine tried to erase Bioshock 2 out of canon. Basically, “Burial At Sea” destroyed the timeline and in a way caused a ripple. Thus resulting in a new timeline that is a neighbor to the main universe. A, “Reborn” version of the timeline. Where Rapture was created way later. When the Cold War was still going on.

But this, “Reborn” timeline was made into a more linear timeline. Where characters, and some events were reborn into a new reality. Meaning nearly every character from the first three games were, “Reborn” into one linear timeline. Where the floating city of Columbia isn’t a thing.

While that doesn’t make sense and it’s weird. What’s amazing that during development, some of my Bioshock jokes...became literal. Such as the, “Burial At Sea was a mistake” line. Yet I could say another funny reason was two entities fought over the universe of Bioshock. One being Ken and the other being GeekGem. But I don’t wanna get into that.

I guess you say I feel glad to see many Bioshock fans don’t like Burial At Sea(Especially Bioshock 2 fans) and how Ken wrote it along how he approached Infinite. Glad to see I’m not the only one. In a silly way....Rebirth is a middle finger to Ken trying to rework the timeline. Along with other reasons that it’s amazing I went so deep into this. Basically in retaliation to Burial At Sea, Rebirth was born.

I wanna thank my good friend @pikablob for encouraging me to share this. Because he was the first person where I revealed this in it’s early development stage. But there is one person I really wanna thank but they wish to remain anonymous. A person who had given me ideas and even asked if I could mention them. I am eternally grateful for them helping me develop ideas. Especially to hear from another Bioshock fan who didn’t like BAS and who seemed passionate about the series. Yet they were glad to see I was passionate about the games.

I’ve been concerned with how people would view this and may hate it. But overtime I feel like I made a, “Love Letter” to the Bioshock franchise. Despite some directions I went with. I really like these games, the characters, and this world they live in. Where I really tried to keep them in character as much as possible, how these characters would make sense in this timeline, thinking about the criticisms of Infinite, and other things.

I will admit before making this introduction. One character I wanted to include was Charles Milton Porter from Minerva’s Den. I decided to look into his story and the DLC’s story on the Bioshock wiki. Because this DLC was beloved by the community and I wanted to keep that character and his story intact. But I just wanna post this because I’m done keeping it as a draft. Yet I feel like wanna say compared to this main universe counterpart. Porter is most likely okay. So don’t worry about him. He’s probably still around and fine.

Be warned of spoilers from the Bioshock saga. Including as I am going to reveal the twist behind a character named Archie Wynand. Who’s creation and development process was a weird one. I’m sorry if there are some errors. Was fixing up some stuff before posting this.

1981: Rapture is first established on November 5th 1981. While the rest of the construction of the city is finished in late 1986. Rapture was made to escape the surface especially the affects of the Cold War going on between America and Russia. To make a utopia for the world’s greatest minds and artists.

1983: Earlier that year, Brigid Tenenbaum is welcomed to Rapture because of her status as, “The Wonder Child”. ADAM is finally discovered through the slugs by Brigid. But because of injecting a sample into a volunteer named Annabelle Dewitt,  Annabelle dies giving birth and Elizabeth/Anna is born. The girl was unusually healthy that  Andrew Ryan convinced a grieving Booker Dewitt to give his kid away for a better life. When in reality Andrew saw something in the girl. Along with Yi Suchong.

During one night, enraged by the loss of his wife. Booker invades Brigid’s apartment, tying and gagging her up with the intention to kill her. Accusing her of killing his wife. But he relents after seeing the woman cry and realizes violence isn’t gonna solve anything.

After this, Booker leaves Rapture without anyone noticing. Later down the line joining the CIA. But during his work in the CIA, being affected by the loss of his wife and giving away his daughter. Booker becomes some what of a apathic psychopath. Which creates a terrible reputation for himself. 

Because of what happened with Annabelle, Brigid is turned away from many research facilities. But Frank Fontaine saw the value of her discovery and agreed to fund her research. Including during this, he and Tenenbaum are made aware of Elizabeth’s existence to study her growing up. Including later the Lutece Twins. Mainly to help study the girl. The reason Fontaine also involved with Tenenbaum because she was his employer.

During this process. Brigid gives Elizabeth the last name of Comstock. Because Ryan would feel disgusted if the girl shared the same last name as him.

1986: During the 80′s and 90′s. Elizabeth is placed into a building and her existence is kept a secret. Yet in 1986 when nearing a closing teleporter made by the twins. Her pinky finger is severed. 

After this, because of her blood and what happened with the tear. She was able to gain the power to open tears. But because of this incident, her prison becomes less loose and more strict. Such as the twins creating a device to control the use of her powers.  During this time, Yi Suchong creates the, “Proto Daddy” to keep her company as her guardian. Which Elizabeth nicknamed him, “Bluto”.

Elizabeth is kept as a secret in case for the possibility in case he hopes it never happens. If Rapture were to fall and soon taken over. Whether it be the, “Parasites” or someone else. Elizabeth is his secret weapon. If she were to be revealed now, Rapture as a society might collapse. Showcasing his lines of, “No gods or kings, only man” as just something he went against.

But in the tower, they keep her there and watch her as she grows up. With Andrew not calling her it instead of her, and Suchong studying her as well. 

1988: Elizabeth was the inspiration for the Little Sisters. Which results in Frank Fontaine starting the Little Sisters orphanage.

Elizabeth is basically the, "Proto-Sister" of the Little Sisters.

1995: The UK’s Royal Navy deep sea diver, Sergeant Johnathan Gunnar AKA Johnny Topside finds Rapture by mistake but is captured. He is presumed dead by his government. Johnny is given the freedom to live unless he lives in Rapture which he does. Mainly due to his career as a diver. Now helping as a construction worker to keep the city from falling apart.

Eleanor Lamb is born to Sofia Lamb. Because of during one therapy session she got, ‘acquainted’ with a patient, and had sex while drunk. Sofia refuses to speak about it. Yet she finally has a daughter for her own purposes. The father is unknown at this point.

Because of this and the increase of the Rapture possibly being discovered. Andrew personally sets out to find a someone that has the skills but does not seem to care about anyone else. He finds Booker Dewitt who is now a ex CIA operative due to his increasing rage and violence over the years. The American government thought he was a disgrace.

Andrew see’s this as a opportunity and gives Booker some what of a 2nd chance. To be Andrew’s personal soldier. In case things go south where he may want Booker to take care of any problematic people who apposed Rapture.

Booker became Andrew Ryan’s personal Grim Reaper. With Andrew allowing him to wear a skull mask that looked like the jaws of an Angler Fish. To showcase fear to any of his enemies.

1997 to 1998: Jasmine becomes pregnant by Andrew Ryan. After discovering from the audio recordings of a surveillance device planted in Jasmine’s room.  Using Tenenbaum as an intermediary, Fontaine offered to pay Jolene a large sum of money in exchange for the fetus of her unborn child, which he planned to nurture to become his "Ace In The Hole" in his schemes against Ryan. Brigid, Yi, and others were tasked with developing a young Jack Ryan.

The Alpha Big Daddy series is soon made. Inspired by the, “Proto Daddy”. To protect the Little Sisters from getting attacked from people who used ADAM too much. Who were called the Splicers.

Yi Suchong and Gil Alexander were involved in the making of the Alpha series.

Johnny Topside discovers the process about Jack. Including what Frank planned to use the child for.

Johnny risks his own life and future to give the boy a life. Fighting against Frank’s forces and even Andrew’s own men as they think he’s gone against Rapture. Even one time assaulting Yi once to rescue Jack from him.

Due to Brigid’s feeling regret of what she did to the Little Sisters. She secretly helps Johnny by making sure the, “Would you kindly” phrase doesn’t work or any other functions Frank would of used. Including to stop the sped up aging. This was done in a secret safehouse she would use later on. While a pair of twins secretly smuggle Jack out of Rapture. With giving the boy a new name Archie Wynand, a high school diploma, birth certificate, lots of money, and new memories showcasing that he had loving parents who disappeared in the ocean. To make sure he never wonders about Rapture. But also to make sure he is set for life.

The chain tattoos are covered up some how. During this time Jack was only 1 but physically 19 due to the experiments performed on him. Again feeling sympathy over the child and not wanting this to be his fate. Despite never raising a child before.

Johnny also tried to make sure nothing would lead back to Jasmine being Jack’s mother. Worried the woman would get killed if Andrew found out.

But after he is smuggled out by these twins, Johnny is caught. Angered by this, Frank tells Andrew that Johnny was gonna expose Rapture to the whole world. That Johnny finally lost it.

As punishment, Johnny is turned into an Alpha series Big Daddy named Subject Delta. Where his Plasmid testing and more is done by Sinclair.

Afterwards Andrew Ryan soon discovers what Frank was trying to cover up. That he was gonna use his own seed to turn against him. Including when he discovered Frank wanted to sell ADAM to the surface and would smuggle it.

This resulted in one last shootout which left Frank dead. Along with Andrew ordering Booker to show Frank no mercy. Many others thought Frank was dead. But it was all a set up for Frank to disguise himself as a new person named Atlas.

Surprisingly the concept of Atlas was also inspired by Johnny Topside himself. Despite Atlas would be of Irish decent and other things.

During late 1998, Atlas would soon start becoming a public figure to the poorer citizens of Rapture. Posing as a fisherman, proletariat hero, and a family man. To act as a humble freedom fighter to who would stand up to Ryan and his colleagues. Along with the bonus that Atlas was originally in the Irish Army for some time.

But because of what Johnny Topside did. Frank’s original, “Ace In The Hole” was gone. His original plan that was so perfect was ruined. His personal slave was lost and broken now. Now things have to start over.

Yet there was one last thing he could of used. Something he knew for a long time. Elizabeth, if he could use her for his own purposes. She was born with ADAM in her, and able to create these tears. He would become unstoppable. But now he has to take it slow and steady.

Because of her new found heart after what she did to the Little Sisters. Yet this also caused Frank to fire her earlier. Brigid wanted to help rescue the Little Sisters. Yet after her renunciation of the Little Sister orphanage. She was called a madwoman by the public and hid from the public eye.

She secretly has a safe house for any rescued Little Sisters. Which she has also made a living space for herself. Because living in her apartment would be considered too dangerous. But also because of her new found heart and living with the guilt for many years. Brigid feels responsible for Elizabeth’s predicament. Wanting to save and take care of her like she was with her little ones. Despite she can’t get to that tower now considering how well guarded she is. Along with Brigid’s reputation was destroyed at the time.

Throughout 1998 and to 2002. Because thinking his parents were gone. Archie was a loner and an introvert. He had no family to live with. Yet it was because of Johnny’s kindness and the memory that his thought to be dead parents left an lasting impact on him. Making Archie a tender and genuine kind person.

Archie joined the 75th Ranger Regiment in respect of his father and to help people in need. He joined in late 1998. Passing his testing and training with unseen excellence than other people. This was because of what the testing did to him as a child.

Because Frank wanted Jack to become the ultimate killing machine. To make sure when the time came, Jack would of been ready to take on Rapture when he activated him. Thus in a way making Jack some what of a living weapon.

Something that even his commanders were so shocked at his excellence that they questioned if he was human. With some of them being strangely terrified that he never showed attitude, never showed off, or anything that a normal rookie would of done. Nearly everyone treated with him respect despite their disbelief that any human can train like that.

When joining the US Army Rangers, this enhanced Archie’s status as a weapon. Thus making him even more of a force of nature. Reserving his extreme emotions but not becoming emotionless. At the age of 21, he became a sergeant.

Because of Johnny, Jack now as Archie became more than Frank would of ever done for him.

Archie became a force of nature. Unbreakable, raw, incorruptible, loyal to a fault, and unyielding. What was supposed to be a sleeper agent became a legitimate super soldier.

Yet despite all that. Archie was an outcast.

Despite Brigid trying to make sure his original programming didn’t work. If, “Would you kindly” was said to him. His head would start hurting. Almost like a migraine or headache. If the phrase was said more. His mindset would start getting worse. Starting to remember things and being confused of what’s going on. 

Seeing things such as faces, including Andrew Ryan, Frank Fontaine, and other things. 

The, “Code Yellow” command was still intact. Yet more raw now if it was mentioned. Because Yi and Fontaine only knew about it.

1998 to 2001: Atlas begins to start giving the poorer citizens of Rapture a voice. The tensions between the social classes begin to rise. Including with ADAM becoming more of a problem now due to addiction. Especially with later down the line Ryan nationalizing Fontaine Futuristics. Which causes Bill to resign. But afterwards, Atlas convinces Bill to join his rebellion in secret.

2000 to 2001:  Sofia Lamb was arrested after Ryan finds out she is a Collectivist and spreading her beliefs to people in Rapture. Eleanor Lamb was put in the care of Grace Holloway. But after finding out Stanley Poole was a spy for Andrew Ryan. He had Eleanor kidnapped and turned into a Little Sister. She spent time in the Little Sister Orphanage and was under the care of Dr. Gil Alexander. She is later paired with Subject Delta. They form the first pair bond between Little Sister and Big Daddy.

Over time the pair bond between the Alpha series and Little Sisters worked too well. If a Little Sister were to die. The remaining Alpha Big Daddy would be left to be aggressive. Because of this, it was decided to go for a more generic, but versatile route for the protectors for the Little Sisters.

Which results in the creations of other Big Daddies such as the Bouncer and Rosie models. That were still construction workers. But now having to protect a Little Sister. The pairing process was different. With now adopting being a thing.

But also during this time. Sinclair started to realize the error of his ways and tried to better himself. Especially with Rapture slowly falling apart.

Charles Milton Porter is framed by Reed Wahl with a recording of Porter siding with Atlas. Porter comes up with a back up plan if he were to become a Big Daddy and manages to message Brigid before being taken away. Who was the only person Brigid could safely come into contact with because they are good friends. 

2002: On New Year’s Eve, Atlas leads an attack that starts the Rapture Civil War. Which also scars Diane who after some time joins Atlas and his cause. Including Daisy Fitzroy joins as well. Becoming in a way Atlas’s 2nd in command.

Yet also during this, Sofia Lamb a month earlier escapes prison during an uprising. To finally get Eleanor away from Delta. Which she succeeds in doing so. Yet during this, Sofia discovers the original WYK plans and the experiments of speeding up a child's age. Which she plans to use on Eleanor and any Little Sisters she may catch. But for what she thinks is the common good.

But during this because he no longer has Jack. Frank no longer has a back up plan. Andrew is winning this civil war. The city is slowly falling apart. While some areas are still populated. Other parts of the city have gone dark. Making them a paradise for Splicers. Despite some Splicers and others would get into more better areas.

In June 2002, Atlas becomes desperate that he decides to make a distress call to the surface. His plan is to trick anyone that would come into helping him into rescuing Elizabeth and taking over Rapture. With making false promises to call the US government to take in Andrew Ryan and anything else.

In Georgia, the Army Rangers get the distress call and are deployed quickly. When their aircraft gets near the location. They are confused it’s in the middle of the ocean but there’s a mysterious lighthouse.

Seeing this, Andrew fires down the aircraft using a special heat seeking missile that can be fired from the city. This causes the aircraft to crash and there is only one survivor. 

Surprisingly for Atlas and others by chance. That survivor was his original, “Ace In The Hole” Jack. Now known as Sergeant Archie Wynand.

The story of Bioshock Rebirth happens. Which results in Archie finding out who he really is. Along with other things. Leading up to Archie killing a half ADAM powered Atlas/Frank Fontaine by stabbing him in the chest with a syringe to suck the ADAM out of him. Then hanging him from a roof. Ultimately killing  Effectively ending the Rapture Civil War once and for all.

During this, Sofia’s influence becomes stronger. With, “The Rapture Family” slowly rising in power and to make Eleanor, “The People’s Daughter”. As of now because of the sped up aging, Eleanor is 17 years old. 

After the events of Bioshock Rebirth. The Vox Populi are formed. A reformation of what Atlas had done. 

Two months later in August 2002.

Rapture is in a better state. With the Vox trying to make it in a better place to live in. With a community that would help each other. But Andrew Ryan has gone into hiding and is nowhere to be found. While the Vox led by Daisy Fitzroy and Bill Mcdonagh try to capture and find certain people in Rapture to emprison them. Such as Yi Suchong, Booker Dewitt, Sander Cohen, and whoever else considered to be a criminal that doesn’t wanna change.

Including during these events, Subject Delta is brought back to life by Eleanor through the help of the Little Sisters. With also Eleanor contacting Brigid to help aid in undoing the psychological conditioning imprinted imprinted in Delta’s mind when he was a Big Daddy. The plan works well and Delta meets Brigid and others.

Soon, Sofia does a hostile takeover a Rapture. With, “The Rapture Family” and the, “Vox Populi” going to war. But the Big Sisters turn the tide of it. With the Vox’s secret weapons being Sgt. Archie Wynand, Elizabeth Comstock, and Subject Delta.

Sofia demonizes Delta but also calling Archie, “The Demon Of Rapture” because of his actions and his own birth. Because most people in Rapture know of his existence as, “The Prodigal Son”. Sofia worries Archie may influence Eleanor. But realizes later on, it’s Delta she needs to worry about.

Sofia has the support of Grace Holloway(Who then joins the Vox after realizing who Archie really is and seeing Delta isn’t a monster), Stanley Poole, Gil Alexander(Who is now possibly Alex The Great), but also Ava Tate. A seductive woman who made propaganda films for Andrew Ryan. Along with being one of Sander Cohen’s colleagues. But also Sofia’s right hand woman. 

But because of Sofia’s hostile takeover. Because of the old programming. Archie starts seeing hallucinations of Atlas using his Irish accent. Haunting the young man and trying to get him to certain things. Such as killing Suchong and Sofia Lamb when he shouldn’t. Or other things that weren’t exactly right.

This is because the PTSD is finally catching up to Archie. 

During this because Little Sisters were running low. A Big Sister was able to go to the sister and take some girls away from the surface. Which leads a man named Mark Meltzer to search for his daughter. But also the surface possibly may try to search for Rapture. Considering now little girls who going missing.

After a exhausting journey to get Eleanor back. Because of Delta’s kindness to not kill but save the Big Sisters. When they sense him being in danger after Sofia suffocates Eleanor. They come back and attack Sofia’s base of operations. Saving Elizabeth, Brigid, Daisy, other Little Sisters, Archie, Delta, and Eleanor.

Even after everything she’s done and Rapture being almost revealed to the surface. Eleanor lets Sofia live so can begin a long road of redemption. Despite how others may look at it differently. Delta lives, and Archie with the help of Elizabeth, Brigid, and even Eleanor and Delta. The Atlas hallucination that has been haunting him is gone that week is gone.

A week after the events. They manage to find Subject Sigma and help him get back the Thinker from Reed Wahl. With Subject Sigma finding out he was Charles Milton Porter and later on letting go of his late wife Pearl. With Porter being turned back to normal. While Delta is a tricky situation.

It is likely afterwards. Despite helping Rapture becoming a livable place again. Archie and others may of gone back to the surface for a while. But they can visit Rapture still. 

But during the ending part of the Rapture Family vs the Vox Populi. Ava Tate had escaped to the surface. While Stanley Poole was later killed by Booker Dewitt. 

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Playing With Fire ~ Part 2

Pairings: Michael Gray x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Talk of abortion

Author’s Note: I know I posted this really soon after posting part 1 but I am just excited to get this story going! Also, yes, I did steal a part of this from an actual episode (Season 3, Episode 5). I’m not claiming to own that part at all. I just used it because it was a good canonical response to the situation by the characters but everything else is mine!

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This couldn’t be happening. There was no way that this was actually happening. The whole scene kept playing in slow motion in your head and you felt as if you were frozen in time. “You are pregnant, Miss. L/N. About two months along as far as I can tell.” 

The room felt freezing and then you weren’t sure if you could feel the temperature anymore. Your heart dropped and all you could see was your mom’s shocked and disappointed face. She was here with her unwed pregnant daughter who was impregnated by a key member of the most notorious gang in Birmingham. You couldn’t tell if you felt numb or not. It was an intense fear and shock that completely disassociated you from the real world. 

“There are other options if this isn’t an ideal situation for you.” The doctor said carefully. 

You looked up at her quickly, “No, um, can I think about it?” You asked, your brain still too fuzzy to make a decision like that. 

“Of course. Take all the time you need and come back when you’ve made a decision.” She explained, leaving the room. 

The walk back was full of silence. Nobody uttered a word until you returned to the shop when you couldn’t stand it anymore, “I’m so sorry mom.” Was all you could manage. 

She sighed, “Y/N, I just… I don’t know what to say.” It was quiet again. She was disappointed and it was clear. “It’s all going to be okay, though, sweetheart. You just need to talk to Michael.” 

Oh gosh, Michael. You almost forgot about having to tell him. How would you tell him? Would he leave? Would he demand you get an abortion? Would he be angry? Would he, by some crazy miracle, actually be excited? Probably not. 

You couldn’t focus on the work that you were supposed to be doing. You sat at your sewing machine, blankly staring at the metal contraption, lost in thought. 

There was a human inside of you. You were growing a child.  No matter how many times you said it or thought it, it never felt real. 

Suddenly, the bell rang, grabbing your attention. You glanced up and your heart dropped. In walked Arthur, John, Finn, Isaiah, and Michael, looking as intimidating as possible because that was just their natural state when in public. Immediately, your eyes found Michael’s and he sent you a small smile. 

“I’m ‘ere to pick up me coat.” John announced, leaning on the counter. 

You stood up, walking in the back to grab his coat, making eye contact with your mom on the way. She nodded her head slightly, indicating that you needed to talk to Michael. You returned with the coat handing it over to John. The Blinders never had to pay. They never threatened your business but they weren’t charged for services in return for protection and insurance. 

“Here you go.” You said, handing over the jacket. 

“G’morning love.” Michael said, stepping up. 

Arthur and John snickered in the back, “Awe little Michael’s all mushy for his girl.” 

“Shut it!” Michael snapped, returning his attention to you. “I was wondering if maybe you wanted to get dinner tonight? It’s been a while since we talked.” 

He wasn’t wrong. He came in when he could or you would visit Shelby Limited when you had time but he had become really busy with Blinder business that he wouldn’t tell you about and now you hardly ever saw each other for longer than twenty minutes at a time. 

I guess this was the universe telling you tonight was the night to tell him, “Yeah, that sounds great. I’ve missed you.” You told him, trying to pretend like nothing was wrong but Michael could see it in your eyes that something was bothering you. 

The group of men started leaving the building so with a nod and a smile Michael followed, “I’ll see ye later tonight then.” 

The day sped by and now you sat across the table from Michael, both of you looked pretty nice and dressed up. “Can I get you anything to drink?” The waiter asked politely. 

“Two whiskeys please.” Micheal ordered for the two of you. 

“Actually, can I just have a water please?” You corrected. The waiter nodded and said he’d return shortly. 

Michael looked at you strangely, “No whiskey? Are you feeling alright?” He teased, finicking with his napkin on the table. 

You forced a smile, “Yeah, I’m feeling fine. Water just sounds good.” Keeping this secret was killing you. He literally had a child on the way and had no idea! “So what is it you wanted to talk about?” You asked, hoping to stall for as long as possible. You at least wanted things to end on a good night. 

Michael looked uncomfortable, “I know that I promised you that I was only involved in the legal aspects of Shelby Limited but something has changed. Tommy needs help with something on the… less legal side of the business and I have to take the job.” 

Oh. “Is it dangerous?” You asked, unsure of how to really take this news. 

After a moment, he shrugged, “There’s always the possibility of things going wrong. But I promise that you’re going to be safe.” 

Woah, woah, woah. It may have been ridiculous but it had never really occurred to you that you’d be in any danger because of his work. He wasn’t doing anything illegal after all. He wasn’t involved with the dangerous people Tommy was involved with. Now you were realizing how naive that assumption was. 

Wait, what did this mean for the safety of your child? Maybe if you told him he would be able to get out of whatever the job was. 

“I have something I need to tell you too.” You blurted. 

Michael looked nervous, “What is it?” 

It was now or never, “I’m pregnant.” You couldn’t breathe and clearly Michael couldn’t either. He sat there staring blankly. 

“What?” He paused, thinking, “Is it mine?” 

“Yes it’s yours! You’re the only person I’ve ever been with!” You exclaimed, slightly offended that he would even consider the fact that it wasn’t his. 

“How long have you known?” He asked, color drained from his face.

You found it hard to make eye contact, “I just found out this morning. Doctor said I was two months along.” 

Michael ran his hands over his face and through his hair, “Fuck.” Was all he said. After a long pause, he asked, “Are you going to keep it?” 

Your heart dropped. This was it. He was going to leave you. But you’d already made up your mind. “Yes. I’m keeping the baby.” Again, silence. That deafening silence that tore your soul to bits. “Please say something Michael.” It took everything to keep your voice from breaking. 

He lifted his face from his hands and shook his head, “I don’t know what to say.”

“Are you leaving?” You couldn’t help but ask but you wished you hadn’t just blurted it out like that. 

His eyes shot up to yours, “No! No. We’ll just have to figure this out. I just… shit.” 

You might have been irritated at him if it weren’t for the fact that you were still in shock too. “Yeah, shit.” You huffed. 

The waiter returned, interrupting the tense silence, setting your glasses down, “I’ll be back in a moment to take your orders.” He said politely before leaving.

Michael grabbed his whiskey and downed it in one shot and you flinched for him, knowing that that much of the liquid must’ve burned like hell. You, on the other hand, could only sip your water, eyes finding the flickering candle on the table much more bearable to look at than anywhere else in the room. 

Michael watched your face as you sipped your water, knowingly avoiding his gaze. You looked stoic and almost emotionless but he could see the fear behind your eyes. Those same beautiful E/C eyes he fell for months ago, even before your first night together.

He reached across the table, gently holding your hand, your skin soft against his. You looked back at him, waiting for whatever he was about to say. You braced yourself for the inevitable I’m sorry but I can’t do this that was sure to come. 

“It’s goin’ to be alright, Y/N. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out.” He assured. You swallowed the lump in your throat away, nodding, and trying to hold back the tears. 

Obviously, you hadn’t expected him to be jumping up and down in excitement at the news - and he definitely handled it better than you’d expected - but the intense stress of the whole situation finally chipped away and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold back the tears. Stupid hormones. 

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Michael leaned against the kitchen counter of Tommy’s home, speaking with John, Arthur, and Johnny Dogs. “Look, mate, you got two options. Fuck off to America with Arthur to live with the Apaches or marry the girl.” John explained. 

“This isn’t a joke!” Michael couldn’t figure out why John couldn’t take the situation seriously. You were literally pregnant with his child. He had a child now! 

Arthur puffed on his cigar, “Now you’re sure the kid’s yours?” 

Michael sighed, “I wish I hadn’t told ya.” 

“Think of marriage like a beautiful road with flowers all the way down it.” Arthur seemed to be lost somewhere. 

“Is he joking?” Why the hell did Michael even bother to come to these blokes about it? John had five, going on six kids, and an angry cocaine addicted wife while Arthur had become domesticated by some Christian girl carrying his kin that was trying to break his drinking habits. Clearly, they weren’t prime examples. 

“It’s hard to tell these days.” John shrugged. Michael walked over to pour himself a drink, needing to feel something other than stress. 

“Do you love the woman?” Arthur asked. 

“Fucking what?” Michael leaned towards Arthur. In all honesty, he hadn’t thought of it but at the moment the question just seemed irritating and unhelpful. 

Arthur didn’t care, despite Michael’s tone, “Then you gotta marry her like the rest of us.” 

Marriage. The thought had been whirling in Michael’s head since last night when you told him. That was what he supposed to do, right? You guys were supposed to go get married and start a little family now so you’d be right in the eyes of God. Aside from the thought popping into his head, he hadn’t made any decision on whether or not he’d propose the idea. All he knew was that he was going to be there for you in some way, whether it be helping you raise the child or sending you money. 

“I want to be apart of the child’s life. I’m not going to just leave her.” He announced, “I just… I don’t know about marriage right now.” 

“Tommy’s gonna make you marry the girl when he finds out.” Johnny added from the counter over his glass of rum. 

Shit, he was right. Tommy was going to kill him. And forget Tommy, Polly would have his head!

Suddenly, a bell rang from the other room, signalling Tommy requesting the men to join him in the other room to discuss business. Baby business would have to wait. 

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Back home, you set the table quietly, thankful your father went to work early so you and your mother would have time to talk. “Did you tell him?” Your mom asked. 

“Yes.” You answered quietly. 

“And I’m assuming he’s going to marry you like an honorable man?” She continued, setting a plate of food on the table and sitting down. 

You sighed, joining her, “I don’t know mom. We didn’t talk about marriage and quite frankly I don’t know if I want to be married, especially to a Blinder. It’s not the best place to raise a child. But he said he wasn’t going to leave me so… there’s that.” 

“Of course, it’s not safe to raise a kid in the Blinders! When I joked with you about grandbabies that night I didn’t mean go get yourself knocked up then and there by a fuckin’ Peaky Blinder!” You mom shouted. You froze. You knew from the beginning she wasn’t happy about the situation but this was the first time she actually spoke this bluntly about it. She took your stunned silence as a chance to speak again, her voice calm this time, “You’re keeping the child?” She asked, already knowing the answer. You nodded. “Then have the child and move to America or somewhere far from here. Goodness knows that boy will only bring your trouble.” 

You shook your head, “He deserves a chance to be a part of the baby’s life.” 

“Well then you better hope to God he goes with you.” She stood, rinsing her dish without a word and heading downstairs to the shop. 

You sat there in silence for a moment before slamming your hand on the table with a loud smack and allowing your head to fall into your hands, crying for the first time since you’d found out. This was nothing but yours and Michael’s faults and you knew that. Neither of you were dumb enough to not know how babies were made but it was one of those things that you didn’t think would actually happen. 

What were you going to do? You couldn’t up and leave to America but your mom was right. Being involved with the Blinders was dangerous work but Michael had promised that you would be safe before he even knew about the baby. With the boys looking out for you and Michael trying to keep you out of everything, maybe your child would be safe. 

Suddenly, the phone rang and you jumped up to grab it, “Hello?” 

“Y/N?” Michael’s voice asked over the phone. 

You sniffled, wiping your nose on the back of your hand, “Hi, Michael.” You tried making your voice sound as if you hadn’t just been crying. 

“Can we meet? I need to talk to you. It’s about that thing.” His voice dropped low and you wondered if Polly was in the room. 

You leaned against the wall, “I can come over to the shop around noon?” 

“Alright,” he whispered, “Come ‘round the back when you get here.” 

Noon came quickly and you found yourself waiting at the backdoor of the betting shop you’d become quite familiar with. The door opened to reveal Michael who stepped out of your way so you could step in and he led you to his office, closing the door behind you. You took off your coat and he seemed unable to move his eyes from your stomach despite the fact that you weren’t showing yet. Just the idea that his child was in there right now overwhelmed his thoughts. 

He shook out of it, though, and leaned against his desk, turning to you, “We should get married.” You were shocked to say the least. Even though it had been a thought in your mind too, you didn’t expect him to say it so outright.

“Michael, we don’t ha-”

“No,” He cut, “It’s the right thing to do. And that way I can take care of you and the baby from here. We’ll get a house together out in the suburbs and everything will work out. I thought it all out, Y/N.” Michael looked like he really had thought the whole thing out. 

A thought had occurred to you earlier though at the shop, “Michael wait,” You stopped him, “I haven’t told anybody yet except my mom. And honestly, a lot can happen in the first few months. I don’t want you to marry me because you feel obligated to, especially if we lose the baby. If we get married, I want it to be because you love me.” 

“I do love you.” He admitted. Both of your eyes widened and he looked just as shocked that he said it as you were. 

“What?” You asked, completely taken aback. 

He looked unsure of himself for a moment but confidence overtook his features, “I love you,” He repeated, “We can wait until we know for sure the baby’s going to make it but I do love you.” 

You weren’t even sure what to say. Does this mean you were getting married? “Okay.” You said, almost laughing. It was the only thing you felt like you could do. “I guess we’re possibly getting married.” 

Michael stepped towards you, closing the gap between you. His lips carefully brushed against yours and his large hands came to rest on your waist, pulling you closer. When his lips left yours, he rested his forehead on yours and glanced down between your bodies, hands moving to your stomach. “That’s our baby.” He whispered in disbelief. 

Your heart swelled with a mixture of fear, excitement, and love. Your hands ran up his firm biceps to his shoulders as you spoke, “Yeah, Michael. That’s our baby.” 

The two of you stood there like that for a moment in silence, breathing each other in and letting the situation finally settle in. You felt so secure in his arms, so safe. Being with him, this almost felt like it was supposed to happen and you were almost glad everything was happening. Michael made you feel things that you’d never felt before and it made you want to spend every second of every day with him and then soon with your child as well. 

“I love you too.” You whispered, moving your hand to his neck and pulling yourself against him, his arms coming around you to wrap around you like they would protect you from any harm in this world and, if Michael had it his way, they would.