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truckroadcraft · 1 year ago

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Some Basic Safety.

Don't hit others...

Back when I was in my teens and getting my first Driver’s License, my grandfather half jokingly told me that one of the basics of driving was remembering that two solid objects could not occupy the same space. I say half jokingly now, especially since I’m now roughly the same age he was at the time he told me. Having driven a few million miles commercially – over four million, and, no, I won’t cop to more than that – and having had a number of people try to occupy the same space as myself while I was there, I think I can say it was good advice. With nearly 30 years under my wheels, just over 15 of which was over the road, it’s stood me well.

While I’m addressing this to the newbs, this applies to all of us, and I thought I’d take time to cover it now. While some might question it, I’ve found it actually helps to review this stuff on a regular basis.

So, remember, you’re driving a vehicle that’s about as big as a house, (and which maneuvers as well as one), and it weighs around forty tons. If you’re planning on getting it from point A to point B, that’s going to require some planning. And while some might say I should mention this later, the sooner you understand something as basic as this, the sooner you get it into your headspace.

You’ve probably heard enough about defensive driving that you’re convinced you’re an expert. Sorry, Sunshine, but after spending the vast majority of my working life as a commercial driver, I can tell you you’re not. No one is. You can never learn enough about some of the basic tools of this industry.

A significant part of this is simply spatial awareness, which means knowing where the other people are, and what they’re doing. I’m going to cover two of the systems that are commonly taught, but know that they dovetail in very well, and if you apply them consistently, (which takes a lot of practice), you should do very well.

The first is something used by Performance Food Group. PFG facilities have banners covering their PACE system, which is an acronym for Plan, Analyze, Communicate, Execute. While it should be self explanatory, it doesn’t hurt to review it, especially if you’re going to be working in and around PFG facilities and equipment. (Even if you’re not, it’s a good system to learn.)

First, Plan. Where are you going? What are you there to do? Why? Don’t get cute with this. You need to actually think about what it is you’re doing. Just saying, ��I’m driving a truck to the business, unloading, and leaving,” is setting yourself up for failure. Are you going to a storefront? A warehouse? Where? Are you actually unloading the freight yourself? If you’re going to fingerprint the load, what is it you’re going to do there? How are you getting in? Getting out?

Once you have your load documents, take some time to talk to someone who has already been to that location. If it’s somewhere new, use whatever tools you have to learn what you can ahead of time. At one location where I worked, it used to drive other staffers crazy because I’d ask for a list of locations where I’d be going, then look everything up online ahead of time to figure things out. I’d use Google Maps, among other tools, in addition to a Thomas Brothers map book or two and several road maps purchased at truck stops, then plan it out the night before I headed out. If I had to write it all out on a yellow pad, that was what I’d do. In some cases, I’d call ahead to the customer and ask them how they wanted me to get in to their facility. In the end, it might have been a pain, but it made my day a lot easier.

Second, Analyze. How is this going to work? If I have multiple stops, what’s the safest, quickest route from one customer to another? Is it a legal route? How do you know? You’re going to need to put in the brain work to make it happen.

I used to make deliveries into downtown San Francisco and Oakland, CA. I kept hearing from other drivers that if you could drive SF/Oakland, you could drive anywhere. I question that, but the point is clear: it’s challenging. I got to the point where I could move anything from tank trailers, goosenecks, drop decks, and anything else on wheels through the Bay Area with a certain degree of safety, (if not always certainty.) San Francisco especially has areas where if you’re pulling a trailer with low clearance, you can get hung up, which means hefty fines and towing bills. Since I’m not made of money, I learned to avoid those areas, which is made easier by the City posting safe and legal truck routes whenever possible. (When it comes to San Francisco drivers, you’re on your own.)

It’s not a perfect system. Sometimes, the route to where you need to go isn’t as well marked as it should be. But, still, if you take the time to read it over, and examine the route in advance, you stand a better chance than if you decide to trust to luck.

Third, Communicate. Let others know where you’re going, how you’re going there, and what you’re going to do. This isn’t just with Dispatch, but with the customer on site, and anyone else around there.

One of the first things I do when I get to a customer is check in. I don’t care how many times I’ve been there, or how familiar I am with the procedures at a location, I’ll stop in the receiving office, and talk to someone. It works out better when someone tells me ahead of time that I’m third in line for a door, or that I’m taking it to a different door than I usually do. It helps them to know if what I have on board is something that can wait, or if it’s an expedited load and they need it NOW! It can all change in a minute. You need to communicate with people on site.

And, you should always be polite. Yes, I know. I shouldn’t have to explain this, but I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve seen drivers tossed off site because they had to get smart with the shipping and receiving staff. Pull that with the wrong person, and you’ll be banned for life from a customer’s location. (And, yes. They will check, even if you switch companies. I’ve seen that happen too often.) This is one area where you want to learn from the example of others.

There are multiple ways to communicate, of course. Another means is that if you’re delivering to a store front, or in back of a shop, you’ll use orange traffic cones to mark an area where you’re trying to tell drivers moving in and around an area that they need to stay out of the way. Use yellow caution tape, too, if you have it and need it, (it’s cheap enough at most tool stores.) Believe it or not, most drivers try to be reasonable, and if you can communicate any hazards to them, they’ll be willing to steer clear.

It also applies to when you’re on the road. If you did a proper pretrip inspection, you know if all your lights are working. If they are, you’re ahead of the game. (If they aren’t, get them fixed before you roll.) Use your turn signals. Don’t just rely on the brake lights coming on when your Jakes activate. Flash your high beams if needed, or dim them when it’s best. You’re supposed to be an active player on the road. Let people know what you’re going to do before you do it.

Fourth, Execute. If you told the customer you’re going to back into a certain door at a certain time, that’s what you do. Do what you say when you say you’re going to. And be consistent about it, no matter where you are. You want to be as predictable as possible. Always.

What I’ve given here are basics. It’s not a qualification course, but just something to help you familiarize yourself with what’s expected. The same applies here for the Smith System. I’m not a Certified Smith System trainer, but I’m familiar with it enough I can cover some of the basics.

In 1952, Harold Smith, who’d been training drivers for Ford, codified a system of five basic Safety Keys as he called them. The idea was that by using these keys, you could minimize threats and develop better driving habits. According to the Smith System Institute, they’ve trained drivers for well over half the Fortune 500 companies.

The Five Safety Keys are:

(1.) Aim high in steering.

(2.) Get the big picture.

(3.) Keep your eyes moving.

(4.) Leave yourself an out.

(5.) Make sure others see you.

Bearing in mind I’m not a certified instructor, here’s my own interpretation of it.

(1.) Aim high in steering. You need to aim your eyes more to the horizon than concentrating your view to the first few hundred feet in front of the rig. Where I’m working, we use the 7/15 rule: Seven seconds of following time, an eye lead time of 15 seconds. In other words, those first few feet in front of me, while important, will work better if I give myself as much forewarning as I can muster. Look ahead, see what’s going to affect me as I move along.

To this, I’d add you should be aware of what else is happening on the road. Is there traffic backed up? What’s the weather doing? Are you driving into mountains, an urban area, or perhaps something else? Plan ahead as much as possible.

(2.) Get the big picture. This will include what’s behind your truck, underneath it, above it. I mentioned looking ahead to what you can see to the horizon, but this goes well beyond that. You’re required to know what’s around you. This will include what you’re seeing in your mirrors, and much of the time, what you don’t. Are you going to enter tunnels? What kind of clearance will you have? How about underpasses? I mentioned San Francisco driving before: will there be areas where your trailer won’t have the necessary clearance? If you’re checking your route before you roll, you should be all right. But be certain, especially when you’re closer in. Things change, and in a hurry.

(3.) Keep your eyes moving. What’s happening around you? Considering you’re traveling 90 feet per minute at freeway speed, things change in a hurry. Cars, motorcycles, other trucks, it all can creep up on you. What you thought was going to happen won’t. What you didn’t think would happen will. Add to that factors like roadwork, medical emergencies, and weather… Don’t focus on one spot. Shift your focus around the vehicle. Run a mirror to mirror scan around your rig every 5-7 seconds. This gives you a chance to catch anything unexpected before it becomes a serious problem.

(4.) Leave yourself an out. When I was teaching my sons how to drive, (the few times I could: my wife did a much better job of it), one thing I kept stressing was to stay out of Wolf Packs, that crowd of drivers who seem to run at the same speed across all lanes. If one person in that mob makes a mistake, everyone is likely to wreck in those moments, and the results will get damn ugly, damn quick.

For that matter, this includes those locations such as construction zones, particularly when lanes are narrowed, or closed, as well as a whole host of other situations where your maneuverability is limited, and your options for escape are lost. Ideally, you shouldn’t put yourself in those positions, but they aren’t always easy to spot, much less avoid.

Your best option at the outset is to slow down, and give yourself room to move. Giving yourself the space you need is best. In giving yourself a space cushion, you also give yourself time, which give you the outs you need.

For that matter, don’t rush into situations until you’ve had a chance to look things over. It’s no crime to even pull off to the side of the road and wait it out for a bit, provided you can do it safely and legally.

(5.) Make sure others see you. This includes using your turn signals, your hazard lights, your headlights, and the like, but actually making eye contact with other people around you. I’ve often found it helpful to wave and catch the eyes of everyone on the road, including law enforcement, fire and EMS, tow truck drivers, and construction workers. Throwing them a wave not only draws a response from them, but it’s acknowledging that you see them. You’re a lot less likely to hit them, (and trust me, they’ll appreciate that.)

Now, keep in mind, this is not a complete less on the Smith System. All I’m giving you is an overview. (Yes, I’m going to come back to this time and again.) The point is, if you want to drive safely, you first need to start thinking about doing things safely while you’re out on the road. This is the first in a long series of steps which you’re going to wind up following as you build your career out on the road. It’s not going to be easy.

But, then, you probably already knew that.

What I’m saying is it can be done. And it should be.

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gotnofucks · 4 years ago

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His Responsibility

Pairing: dark!Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: When you’re pregnant and scared, Andy decides he will take the responsibility, whether you want it or not.

Words: 3.4k

Warning: Non-con/Dub-con, smut, breeding kink, pregnancy, age gap (reader is in 20s), 18+ ONLY

A/N: This is my slightly late entry for @just-one-ordinary-fangirl 1000 followers challenge. Congratulations Lucy, you beautiful, absolutely breathtaking soul. I love you so much! The prompt has been bolded.

The crook of your elbow still throbbed as you drove away from the labs, having just given a blood sample. Jacob was supposed to be with you but like every other time, he had bailed out. Seeing no other option, you changed your path and turned towards the Barber house, hoping to find answers there.

You hesitated a moment before getting out and ringing the bell, nervously twisting the hem of your t-shirt. Sweat and tears were threatening to spill over and you hastily blinked while wiping at your hairline, ringing the bell again. You straighten once the door was swung open, coming face to face with Andy Barber.

His mouth opened in surprise, eyes taking in your bothered appearance. Softly saying your name in question, he moved aside to let you in, frowning at you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. You wanted to start bawling. Everything about your life was spiraling out of your control and you needed to talk before things went worse. Before you could speak however, you heard footsteps behind you and saw Jacob come down the stairs, looking outraged at seeing you in his house.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He rudely snapped and your eyes narrowed. What had ever possessed you to date this bastard?

“Jacob!” Andy scolded, “that’s no way to talk to your girlfriend.”

You scoffed as Jacob rolled his eyes. You’d broken up nearly a month ago, and while he’d been desperate to have you back at first, now he only went about telling anyone who’d listen what a sanctimonious bitch you were.

“We broke up dad.” Jacob said. “What are you doing here? You didn’t really think I’ll take you back, did you?”

Your fingers curled into a fist, a sneer curling on your lips as you glared at him. You wouldn’t touch this piece of shit with a ten feet pole.

“Take me back? I broke up with you, asswipe.” You snapped. “And anyway, I am not here for you. I need to speak with Mr. Barber.”

Jacob’s eyes narrowed suspiciously while Andy’s frown deepened, his gaze questioningly fixed on you.

“What about?” Jacob asked, crossing his arms across his chest. You noted with wry amusement how pathetic he looked next to his father who was watching your interaction with displeasure. Andy and you and had always gotten along well, and even before you broke up, you often wondered how such a man raised a dick like Jacob.

“None of your fucking business. Mr. Barber, can we please talk?” You asked, addressing Andy. He motioned you towards the direction of his study and you made your way there, trying not to pay attention to Jacob’s protests as he and Andy argued. You sat in Andy’s study, wiping your sweaty hands on your pants. You were scared, angry and humiliated but Andy was your last hope.

He came in a couple minutes later, shutting the door after him and taking the seat across from you. Andy looked at you kindly, giving you a small smile that reminded you of how often he had sided with you over his son in previous arguments. You could talk to him. He would understand.

“Please, don’t judge me.” You pleaded and saw him roll his eyes. After everything that you knew happened to their family, Andy Barber is the last person who’d ever judge anyone.

“Don’t insult me by saying that.” He chided. “You can talk to me freely.”

You took a deep breath before reaching inside your bag and pulling out the pregnancy test. Two pink lines glared back at you, and once you passed it on to Andy, his eyes widened. He looked from the small stick to you, twice, blinking in surprise.

“Jacob?” He asked and you nodded.

You’d told him you missed your period last week and got a positive result but he neither answered your texts nor call you back. After three days of silence, you’d finally managed to get him to agree to accompany you for a blood test, but he had been a no show today as well.

“I don’t know what to do.” You admitted, shoulders slumping down in defeat. A baby didn’t fit any of your current plans and you were shit scared of how your parents would react. It didn’t help that the father of the baby didn’t look like someone who would help you shoulder the responsibility.

“Does he know?” Andy asked, rolling the stick in his hands. His voice had gone hard, but you knew it was mostly directed at his careless son than you.

“I told him. He was supposed to come with me to the hospital today. I waited for over an hour.” You said. You jumped when Andy’s hand slammed against the table suddenly, body leaned forward as he fixed you with a terribly furious gaze.

“Hospital?” He questioned, gaze accusing and you reeled back, raising your hand. You understood what he was implying, and though he didn’t have any say in it, you didn’t comment on his reaction.

“I went for a formal blood test. Sometimes these tests can be faulty.” You explained and watched Andy slump back in his chair, rubbing tiredly at his eyes. There was silence until he sighed deeply, folding his hands and leaning his elbows on the table.

“I am sorry.” He apologized. “About myself and my son. He’s a nasty piece of shit.”

You cracked a small smile, sharing an amused look with Andy until you started chuckling. That chuckle turned to a laugh, and your body vibrated as you lost all control. You laughed, you laughed until it turned into a sob and then a wail, helpless cries leaving your mouth with seemingly no end. Tears made their way down your eyes and into your open mouth, coating your tongue in bitter saltiness and you were suddenly in Andy’s arm, cradled to his chest where he held you tight.

He rocked your sobbing body slowly, patting your back and head as you wet his shirt with your snot and tears. Your helplessness and fear about what the future held had you snapping, and you let out your sorrows in the arms of the man who sired the reason for all your problems.

You may have cried for a few minutes or hours, you didn’t know. But Andy didn’t push you away, holding you until the last of your sniffles disappeared and you were able to breath normally. Mortified, your cheeks burning with heat and humiliation you raised your head from his chest to meet his eyes, watery gaze meeting a kind and concerned one.

“I am so sorry.” You whispered, embarrassed at having lost control like this.

A rough hand wiped at the wet tear tracks on your face, gentle and soft as he finally turned your chin up again.

“Don’t be. You deserve a breakdown.” Andy said, smiling softly at you. He slowly moved away and took his own seat, passing you a glass of water and not speaking until you’d taken a few sips. “Who else knows?”

“Just you for now. My parents…they aren’t exactly going to be supportive about this.” You answered, looking down. Your conservative family will either have you disowned or in an arranged marriage within a week.

When Andy spoke your name, you saw him conflicted. The lines in his forehead were deepened, unsure as to what to say to you.

“Do you want me to talk to Jacob? Because I assure you, he’ll take the responsibility. I’ll make him do it.” He promised you.

“At this point, I think my life would be better off without him. I am just here to discuss options with you.” You said and Andy frowned again.

“You wanna get rid of it?” He gruffly questioned, jaw clenched. You held in your frustration, allowing him to have his own opinions.

“No” You said, “I just wanna know my rights. I want to know that my position at the university and work will not be compromised. I want to know about child support and the laws that protect me. I need advice Mr. Barber. If I will bring a life into this world, I want to be prepared for it. I may have made a lot of bad decisions, but I refuse to be a bad mother.”

Andy looked at you as if looking at you for the first time. You saw him process your words until he slowly nodded, not looking away from you.

“I’ll help you. Give me a few days, I’ll compile all that you need.”

You were just about to sleep when you heard the knocking. Putting a robe over your t-shirt and shorts you went to answer the door, surprised when it was Andy. It had been three days since your talk, and you were to pick your blood reports the following morning.

“Mr. Barber” You greeted, letting him in. Why was he here so late?

“We need to talk.” Andy said, taking a seat on your couch. You bit your lip as you sat near him, wondering what had him looking so serious.

“I spoke to Jacob. He refused to take any responsibility. I am sorry I raised a jackass who won’t step in.” Andy said and you pursed your lips, not in the least bit surprised. You’d already gathered that Jacob was a fucking jerk, and you’d rather your kid have no dad than a deadbeat one.

“You don’t need to apologize Mr. Barber, it is not your fault.” You assured Andy.

“Please, call me Andy. I want you to know that if Jake won’t step in, I will. I will take care of you.” Andy promised and you blinked before shaking your head.

“I – Andy, that’s really sweet of you. But outside of legal advice I don’t need any help. I am a strong woman. I can take care of myself and my kid. Also, no offense, but I don’t want my kid too close to his father’s side and then have them wonder why dad doesn’t love them.” You said.

Andy regarded you slowly, a hand rubbing his beard before he rested back against the couch.

“No.” He said firmly.

“No?” You asked, confused. What did he mean no?

“Don’t ever say anything like that ever again. That child, they are a Barber. You’re not taking them away from me.” Andy said, fixing you with his deep blue eyes. You mouth parted in shock, a hazy sort of disbelief clouding your vision.

“Excuse me?” You sputtered, looking at him as if he’d lost his mind.

“That child will not grow up without a father. If Jake won’t claim them, I will. They have my blood in their veins too.” Andy said.

He was speaking, but he made no sense. You looked at him, not taking in a word he said. The only thing you focused on was how Andy had inched closer to you, sitting right next to you until your thighs touched. You blinked before quickly getting up to move away when Andy grabbed your hand and pulled you down beside him again.

“Andy! Let me go!” You cried, hitting against his shoulder. He didn’t move away, instead, he placed his other hand on your tummy, gently feeling.

“This is my kid inside you now. No one will know it’s Jake’s. I am your baby daddy.” Andy announced and before you knew it, his lips had enveloped yours, kissing you deep and hard. You struggled in his hold, panic making you trash as tears ran down your face. You pushed until Andy pulled away, holding you tight by your waist.

“Please, let me go.” You sobbed, uncomprehending of how things had gotten so out of hand.

“No. We will make sure this kid is mine. After tonight, no one will doubt their parentage.” He said and stood up, pulling your resisting body with him towards your bedroom. He more or less dragged you inside, locking the door and throwing you on your bed.

You crawled away from him, clutching your robe tight in fear as he came closer. His blue eyes had gotten darker, and you couldn’t look away as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Please, don’t do this. Why are you doing this?” You begged, body trembling as he came closer. You shifted away but Andy dragged you back by your ankle, holding your body down with his weight as his hands came to remove your clothes.

“I’m making our relationship legit. I am giving myself a new chance at family with a perfect mother who will raise a good kid with me.” He said, kissing you again. Your robe slipped away, and Andy’s hands went under your t-shirt, racing up to cup your tits. He groaned in your mouth, tasting you and your tears as you weakly protested.

“No. You can’t do this.” You said, crying harder when his lips went from your jaw to your neck, kissing sweetly. His beard scratched against your skin, hands pinned underneath his massive body as he vowed to claim you and your kid.

“I can. I can do this, and you can’t stop me.” He whispered hotly in your ear, fighting your t-shirt off your wiggling body. Your bare chest met cold air, and soon enough your nipples were enveloped with the warmth of Andy’s mouth. He suckled gently, then harder, biting then soothing the sting with his tongue.

“These tits now belong to me.” He said, moving over to lavish is attention to the other breast before dipping lower to pepper kisses over your stomach. “Don’t worry little one, daddy is here. You’ll always have a father in me.”

You grew tired as your limbs hurt, your pathetic hits doing nothing to Andy. He seemed not to notice your cries or pleas, his nose nudging against your covered mound. You made one last effort to fight, kicking out your legs to push him away but Andy caught them, turning you on your side and delivering a sharp slap to your backside that had you gasping in pain and shock.

“Don’t be a fucking brat. You have to be a good mother to our child. You need to learn obedience to teach obedience.” He scolded you, pulling down your shorts and panties in a quick move. You sagged helplessly, not fighting anymore as Andy stripped off his own clothes. Any other day you would have appreciated how good he looked for a man his age, but now all you registered was how huge and strong he was, how easily he could overpower you.

He pulled your legs apart, baring your pussy to his hungry eyes. To your mortification, your folds were wet with slick, the curls on your mound glistening with the evidence of your arousal. You hid your face in embarrassment, unable to watch as Andy placed a kiss on the hood of your clit.

“Beautiful” He said breathlessly. “Absolutely gorgeous. Jacob never deserved you. He wouldn’t know how to handle a girl like you.”

With the first contact of his tongue, you bit your lip to stifle your moans. No man had eaten you with such passion before, as if you were a feast prepared for a man starved for years. Andy took his time exploring your pussy, opening you up like a flower before nudging his tongue in every fold, every crevice of you. He slurped and sucked, using his lips and tongue and teeth with such precision that you didn’t realize you were howling openly in the air now.

He eased one finger inside your entrance, lips pulling at your hard nub in a way that shot tingles up your spine. You fisted the bedsheet, twisting this way and that, unknowingly thrusting your pelvis in Andy’s face who could feel you were close.

“Let go darling,” He urged, “let go for me. Cum!”

You snapped, your back arching as you spilled around his finger that was clamped tightly in your velvet heat, his mouth greedily collecting all the moisture with relish. Pleasure left you lethargic and you didn’t react as Andy crawled up your body, kissing you while he coated his huge tool in your juices.

“Andy” You softly whispered, falling into a daze as he entered you slowly. Your still pulsing channel was snug against his cock, the hair at his base rubbing deliciously against your clit. He was way larger than his son and you felt full in a way you had never before.

“Your pussy belongs to me. You belong to me from now.” He promised, moving in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. He made your feel every ridge of his cock that rubbed against your spongy walls, he had you giving a high pitch screech every time he hit bottom. The mattress under you bounced with the movements of your body and your hands found themselves around Andy’s neck.

“I just want to be a good mother. I didn’t ask you for this.” You said, unable to keep your moans inside as he went faster.

“You need a strong man who will give you a family. Our kid will grow in a house of love. I will love you both and so will you.”

You tensed as he teased your clit, twiddling it with his thumb as he hit harder and deeper. His eyes were fixed at your entrance, watching enthralled as he went in and out of your body. The sounds of slapping skin and squelching fluid that dribbled down from your cunt to the bedsheet echoed around the room, and soon, you were falling again. You came with Andy’s name on your lips, both a curse and a prayer as you felt him groan and twitch inside you.

His warm cum painted your walls, marking you as his. He stayed in for sometime, holding you possessively close to his sweaty body until you were sure you smelt like him. He pulled out, appreciating how him cum flowed out of your abused hole and he smiled. Softly kissing your forehead, he gathered you in his arms and pulled a sheet over your slightly trembling frame, soothing you with gentle caresses.

“I knew it the moment he brought you home to meet me for the first time. You were too good for him. He never loved you right, never treated you like the princess you were. But now I’ve got you. You’ll wake up to coffee and breakfast and lazy kisses in bed, you’ll come home to a comfortable house and a dick that will give you a show of heaven. I’ll love you like you deserve to be loved. With reverence and devotion.”

He left you, coming back to clean the mess between your legs gently. He fed you himself, wiping every tear with a kiss until you stopped crying all together. Looking at him, the man who had violated your trust and body with equal parts of force and love, you wondered for a moment how drastically your life would change now.

You did not want him to accompany you inside, but he did. He snatched your report from your hand, keeping a hold over your waist until you went back to the car. Sitting beside you on the driver’s side, he tore open the envelope and pulled out your blood report, falling backward with a long sigh.

“What? What is it?” You asked, quickly taking it from his hands and reading. The paper crinkled as your fingers dug in it, tears of pain building in your eyes.

Negative

Not pregnant

It had all been for nothing. You didn’t have the Barber’s heir inside you and last night Andy had taken you by force for nothing. You crushed the report, wiping at your eyes and found his gaze on you.

“You fucked me for nothing.” You spat acidly, frustration and pain clawing at your heart. “I am not pregnant. And I am going.”

Before you had ever turned to open the door, Andy was pulling you roughly to himself, hauling your struggling body over his lap.

“You’re not going anywhere darling. You’re mine now. I’m not pathetic like my son. Unlike him, I will put a baby in you.” He growled in your ear, kissing a hot trail against your neck. You shook your head, looking at him in disbelief.

“But – but I’m not pregnant.” You said again, hoping he’ll understand.

“I know baby” He cooed, “but soon enough, you will be. Let’s go home and make it happen.”

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youtifulhobi · 4 years ago

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Jealous [KSJ] (18+)

➴ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader | WC: 5k (let’s ignore that this was supposed to be 3k) | Genre: angst, fluff, smut | Rating: NSFW; 18+

➴ Warnings: swearing, brief misunderstandings, reader likes mint choco ice cream

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Thank you to @oftenderweapons for betaing this for me!! You’re a star, baby x

➴ Summary: Seokjin’s ears have always been red as long as you can remember, but at this point, it might as well be a birthmark or something. You’ve never seen him without red ears. Upset that your crush won’t respond to you, you decide to resort to an age-old tactic and flirt with another guy in front of him, but maybe you’ve bitten off more than you can chew...

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“Look at hyung, he’s a tomato again,” Jungkook teases, eyes crinkling at the corner. “It always happens when Y/N is around, doesn’t it?”

You tilt your head to the side at his question, not understanding. “What do you mean?” you ask, blinking rapidly.

The boys around you collapse into a heap, laughing as Seokjin stares moodily into his cocktail, tips of his ears redder than ever. You get the sense that maybe he’s upset, but you’re not sure why.

Although you and Kim Seokjin have been friends since you were both still in diapers, this was the one thing he refused to talk to you about, and it was starting to get on your nerves. You told him about anything and everything, including who your current crush was, who’d taken your first kiss, the way your dad had flipped out when your last fling had accidentally stayed the night and he’d walked in on the two of you spooning in bed...the list was endless.

Actually, now that you think about it, Seokjin never really had anything to say after you told him of your latest escapades, good mood often turning sour. You make a mental note not to do it again, wanting to preserve your best friend’s sanity. With a sympathetic pat on his back - and a gentle kiss on the cheek that causes Seokjin to choke on his drink -, you leave the rowdy group of boys you’d come to refer to as your brothers and you get up off your lounge chair, wanting to frolic in the ocean.

Seokjin watches you stride down to the water, hips swaying with every step you take. You weren’t the most graceful girl, but nobody could deny that you were always the centre of attention when in a room.

“You can stop covering your dick now; another guy just asked for her number,” Yoongi states drily, keeping a watchful eye on you. Seokjin turns to the man three months younger than him, eyes widened in disbelief.

“Can you believe this guy? Absolutely no respect!” his brothers grin at each other as Yoongi taunts Seokjin, the latter flying into a tantrum and unleashing one of his legendary angry-raps. It’s something that all seven boys are used to by now to help Seokjin blow off some steam. Though it’s not the healthiest coping mechanism, it allows Seokjin to air his grievances and get some advice at the end of his rants.

“It’s not my fault that she can cook as well as she can eat and can hold her liquor. It’s like she was made to be by my side, but I can’t have her because she doesn’t know that I like her! It’s not my fault that she notices everyone except me! I’ve been there for her since day one, but all I get is a ‘thank you, oppa’, but she means it in an elder brother way and not the way I want it to be! It’s not her fault but, fuck, if I don’t want to be the person she looks at with those eyes of hers like all the assholes she dated before! What do they have that that I don’t, huh? Pea-sized brains? Big muscles and an innate ability to look down on women? If that’s her type then maybe the problem isn’t with me, but with her! She has no taste in men!”

Seokjin looks up from his glass to take a breath, mid-tirade, but his heart stutters when he sees all the colour drained from his brother’s faces, looking at something behind him...or someone. Closing his eyes, he prays with all his heart that it isn’t you, because you have a talent for showing up at the worst times possible.

Seokjin feels the blood in his veins turn to ice when he sees you behind him, lips downturned into a pout and tears flowing down your face. When you speak, your eyes harden and your voice drips with venom, leaving no uncertainty that you had come back during the latter part of Seokjin’s rant.

“I don’t like pea-size-brained misogynistic men with big muscles, Seokjin. My type is apparently the type of man who’s been there by your side your whole life, only to talk shit about you behind your back the second you leave.”

You stomp over to grab the sunglasses you had forgotten to bring before you turn on your heel, leaving seven shell-shocked men behind.

“Hyung, I’m so sorry,” Namjoon begins before being cut off by Seokjin’s hand waving away his apology.

“No, she’s right. Regardless of how angry I get, I should never have stooped down to insulting her. This is my fault, and I’m going to make it right again.”

You haven’t talked to Seokjin in days. The boys have come and gone, begging you to reconsider or tried to explain from an unbiased view, but you’re not interested. You want to let yourself stew for a little longer and seethe quietly, though you know it’s not healthy.

But as each day passes, your anger begins to dissipate, replaced by logic. Seokjin had clearly been in the middle of talking, so you’d missed some context before you came within earshot. This was Kim Seokjin, the same person who’d braved an entire week of camping with you despite his fear of bugs. The same Kim Seokjin who had risked losing an important promotion by skipping several days of work to take care of you when you had pneumonia.

Kim Seokjin is a good man, but you’re still angry at him, hurt by how superficial he thought you were. Your heart is inclined to forgive him instantly, not wanting to spend another moment without the man you love by your side, but your more rational side demands a proper chat first, one where you would sit down with him and let everything out; which is where you find yourself now, sipping calmly at an oat milk latte and taking a special kind of sick pleasure in watching him squirm.

You peer at your nails over the rim of your coffee mug, admiring the way the gloss caught the light that emitted from the fairy lights all over your favourite cafe.

“Seokjin, if you’re not going to say anything, I’m going to go. I have things to do.” You glance at him coolly as you set down your nearly empty mug, trying your best to appear impassive.

Seokjin panics as he puts a hand over yours, then retracts it as if he’s been burned, opting instead to fold his hands in his lap. You quirk an eyebrow but say nothing, pausing.

“F-first of all,” Seokjin begins, ears beginning to glow a familiar pink, “I’m really sorry about everything I said. Not just what you heard, but everything before that, too. It’s not your fault I’ve liked you for years and have only gotten more jealous as I watch guy after guy make their move on you, only to have you come crying when dates go badly. I can make you happier than they ever could. Because for me, you come first. After food, of course, because I need to stay alive to make you happy, but other than that, you’re my number one priority.”

Seokjin’s ears are burning a deep red when he finishes his confession, cheeks tinged a similar colour as he stares at you, wanting to see how you react.

You blink. Out of all the things you expected Seokjin to say, this wasn’t one of them. You never expected Seokjin to return what you thought was a one-sided love.

The corner of Seokjin’s plump lips begin to turn downwards as you unintentionally prolong your silence. It isn’t that you don’t like him back. God, no. You just didn’t know how to respond.

“Oh. Uhm.” Great start, you think to yourself, suppressing an eye roll. “Th-thank you.”

What the actual fuck. Cheeks burning with shame, you bury your head in your hands, groaning loudly. You hear Seokjin shifting in his seat and shoot out a hand to grab his, wanting to prevent him from leaving before you were able to tell him that you reciprocated his feelings.

When your embarrassment subsides a little, you lift your head to look meekly at Seokjin, who, to his credit, is staring at you curiously. “Are you okay?”

You nod mutely. “I had to ah...”—you clear your throat—“...collect myself. I- I like you too, oppa. I just...wasn’t prepared for a confession.”

You meet Seokjin’s shocked gaze, cheeks burning as he scans your face for any sign that you may be lying. When he finds none, he lets out a breath he’d been holding for the longest time, causing you to feel a little guilty. Had he really been that nervous?

You let it go, knowing the answer. When it came to you, Seokjin had always been a tad on the dramatic side, even if it was the complete opposite of his usual calm demeanour. Besides, you felt bad for having found enjoyment in Seokjin’s clear discomfort earlier, when you had played the part of an uninterested friend.

Belatedly, you notice the awkward silence that settles between you and your best friend, though it seemed to simmer with something more. Anxious to say anything to defuse the tension, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, which somehow makes everything ten times better and worse at the same time.

“So, uh, did I ever tell you that every time I dressed sluttily, it was so I could elicit a reaction from you?”

Seokjin chokes on his coffee, accidentally spewing it on your new black blazer, which you honestly can’t fault him for. If you weren’t so busy wishing that the ground would suddenly open up and swallow you whole, you would be judging yourself too.

What you don’t expect, however, is Seokjin’s quick recovery and his large hand over yours, stilling your nervous twitching, followed by a low whisper laden with promises, meant only for your ears.

“If you’re interested, and trust me when I say you can decline and I won’t hold it against you, I can show you what I’d like to do to you every time you walk out in those little strips of fabric you call clothes.”

You can feel your heart hammering against your ribcage as your hand trembles, making it difficult to input your passcode to unlock your door. Seokjin doesn’t help when he chuckles at your desperation, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Take it easy, you’ll have me for hours yet,” promises Seokjin.

You moan, biting your lip and closing your eyes as you fight to overcome the sudden arousal that pools in your belly. With a deep breath, you shake your head and focus on the monumental task that is unlocking your door, spurred on by the thought of having Seokjin’s giant cock inside you somewhat soon.

You and Seokjin barely make it through your front door before he pulls you flush against him, a deep chuckle rumbling through his chest.

“You know...if you’re that impatient...strip for me. I’ll take you against the door.”

Your jaw drops open at Seokjin’s words. He grins. “On one condition.”

Curling your lip, you grumble at him wordlessly after you close your mouth. “What is it?”

“Try to stay quiet, won’t you?” Seokjin leans down to whisper breathily, warm air caressing the outer shell of your ear. You suppress a shiver, closing your eyes in pleasure, only to moan when his teeth scrape gently against the cartilage. “Clearly that’ll be a problem for you. Don’t worry, I have a backup plan. After asking for your consent, of course. How are you with choking?”

Your eyes widen, though you’re not sure if it’s surprise or lust at this point. Unable to formulate a verbal answer, you simply grind your hips against Seokjin’s crotch and rest the back of your head against his collarbone, breathing heavily.

Seokjin, however, pulls back from you, shaking his head. “I won’t accept any option other than ‘yes’ or ‘no’. I’ll ask again. How are you with choking? Take your time.”

You swallow, trying to ignore the lump in your throat, a little overcome with equal parts lust and emotion. “Y-yes. Yes, I’m good with choking. I also like sucking on things.”

Seokjin groans and palms your ass. “Fuck, you’re such a little sl-” he pauses, “tease,” he amends. You let it slide. Normally you’d be into degradation, but you’re not feeling it today.

All thoughts, both good and bad, disappear when Seokjin flexes his fingers, digging his fingers into your soft flesh. The next thing you feel are his plump lips on your jugular vein, mouthing gently at it. Your heart rate quickens at the thought of having his teeth so close to such an important part of your body, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

You let out a ghost of a whisper, unconsciously tilting your head to the side to allow Seokjin better access. The man in question bites down gently on your neck, letting his nose nuzzle against your jawline as he does so. Your eyes flutter closed, pleasure blooming from where his teeth meet your skin.

“Let’s check how wet you are for me, yes?” Seokjin arches an eyebrow effortlessly and you whimper in response to Seokjin’s question, nodding. If someone told you yesterday that in twenty-four hours you’d be nearly whimpering in anticipation to have Kim Seokjin’s cock in your mouth, you would have called them crazy. Or delusional. Or both.

Without another word, Seokjin slips a hand under your sundress and chuckles under his breath. You wish you had the ability to feel ashamed that your panties were soaked through and leaking with arousal, but you weren’t.

“Excited, are we?” You open your mouth and a string of unintelligible noises erupts from the empty cavern, only to be silenced by Seokjin’s lips against yours.

Slowly, Seokjin begins to rub your clit through your underwear and you melt into him, grasping his arm. You mewl into his mouth, tears pricking your eyes. Fuck, you’re needy.

“That’s okay,” Seokjin purrs as he pulls away from you, leaving a thin strand of saliva between your lips. “So am I.”

Seokjin brings his hands to rest on your waist and tugs you back, pressing a large shape you knew to be his cock against the small of your back. Your breath hitched, everything except Seokjin fading away into nothing.

Images of Seokjin fucking you against the door, your legs wrapped around his waist as you hold onto his shoulders for dear life come unbidden to your mind and you moan, falling limply against his hard chest.

Seokjin grins, though you can’t see it, and rests his lips on the top of your head as he presses harder on your clit, eliciting another cry from you. “Shhh...what did I say about being quiet?”

You let out a shaky breath as Seokjin’s free hand begins to inch along your skin, slowly making its way to your neck, where his beautifully shaped fingers wrap around it, slowly at first, then harder when you make no move to stop him. “Safeword ‘red’ if you want to stop immediately, ‘yellow’ if you are out of your comfort zone but not uncomfortable, I’ll slow down. Two taps to stop if you can’t speak. Try it.”

You do as you’re told, preening when he nods and praises you, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Good. Now, I can’t keep you quiet for what I’m about to do, but if you do well, I’ll reward you. Don’t make a sound.”

Without another warning, Seokjin flips you around so that your back is against your door and you’re facing him, then drops to his knees and dives under your sundress, ignoring your questioning look.

Your confusion is immediately cleared when your panties are tugged down and you feel a foreign feeling on your clit, warm, wet, and hard. Your knees nearly buckle from the unexpected pleasure and you panic momentarily, trying to find something to hold. Seokjin chuckles from under your clothes, locking you in place against the door with a hand on your hip.

Your head swims with the sudden onslaught of pleasure originating from the most sensitive area on your body, dizzy from pleasure. A muffled whimper leaves you, escaping through tightly clamped lips as you try desperately not to moan loudly. “F-fuck, Seokjin, don’t stop.”

Seokjin doesn’t answer you. Instead, you feel something prodding gently at your entrance while his lips stay glued to your clit. You clench involuntarily, nails making scratching noises along the wall where you hold it for purchase; a garbled moan eking out from barely parted lips, growing louder in volume when Seokjin’s finger pushes past the tight muscles of your pussy. You feel Seokjin’s lips turn upwards into a smirk when your walls grip him so tightly he can barely pull his finger back, though he succeeds in the end.

Suddenly, you remember Seokjin’s promise to make it worth your while if you stayed quiet, so you clamp a hand over your mouth, adding yet another layer to muffle your moans.

It doesn’t work. Knowing what you’re trying to do, Seokjin bites down gently on your clit, gradually adding pressure and giving you ample time to safeword.

Rather than tapping out, however, you relish the pain mixed with pleasure the minuscule action brings you, closing your eyes in bliss as Seokjin’s teeth scrape lightly against the most sensitive spot on your body.

Ice floods your veins, rooting you in place as an indescribable feeling sweeps over you. The sensation of blunted teeth strong enough to do serious damage to you is addicting, one that you’d never have thought you would enjoy before you gave your trust to your best friend. It hurts and yet it soothes at the same time, washing away the pain almost as quickly as it comes.

Somewhere you hear a high pitched whine, but you’re too far gone to realise that the sound is coming from your throat and that Seokjin’s mouth has left your sex, his slick lips now pressing against yours and swallowing the noises that escape you.

You ride out your high with the help of Seokjin’s thumb continuing to exert pressure on your clit, moving in a circular fashion that seems to hit all eight thousand nerves just so. Without noticing, your legs finally give out and you slump into Seokjin’s embrace, exhausted and panting.

When you come to, Seokjin has you sitting on a conveniently placed end table, leaning against his toned chest as he holds you gingerly.

“You okay? Did I push you too far?” Seokjin’s forehead creases with worry as he scans your face for any hint that you may not have used your safeword gesture even if you wanted to.

Shaking your head, you smile at him, heart thumping away inside your ribcage. “No, I’m okay. I guess...sex is different when you have feelings, huh?”

Your cheeks redden and you tuck your head into your shoulder, missing the way Seokjin’s ears glow with embarrassment again at your confession.

He breaks the awkward silence that settles between the two of you by clearing his throat. “Do you want some water? Stay put, I can get it for you.”

You reach out to grab his wrist, pulling him back to you when he moves to leave. “No, I’m not thirsty. I mean, I am, but not...not for water.”

Cheeks burning with equal parts shyness and embarrassment, you try to look elsewhere, but Seokjin catches your chin between his forefinger and thumb. His eyes roam your face before catching your gaze, presumably to check if you were okay. He seemed more experienced than he let on.

The thought leaves a sour taste in your mouth and you grimace involuntarily, shaking your head. It wasn’t the time to be thinking about other girls.

“I want to return the favour,” you purr. Emboldened by Seokjin’s evident surprise, you slide off the table and kneel in front of him to undo his trousers, gulping audibly when his cock springs free from the confines of his boxers.

He’s a lot bigger than you let yourself daydream about,but apprehension turns into lust when you imagine Seokjin bottoming out, moaning as your inner walls flutter around him.

Gingerly, you reach a hand out to grasp him, marvelling at how pretty his cock is. With a girth of approximately two to three fingers wide, shaft gradually tapering off to become the glans, standing longer than most men you’d slept with, and the pink tip weeping precum, there isn’t any other word you can use to describe it except ‘perfect’.

Seokjin groans quietly as your hand wraps around his erection, pumping your hand along its length as you switch spots with him. When Seokjin sits on the table you had so recently vacated, you kneel in between his legs and take him into your mouth, enjoying the garbled sounds that come from him as you do so.

It isn’t long before you’ve worked Seokjin into a frenzy and his hips are bucking up, shoving his cock further into your mouth. You savour the way the usually controlled Seokjin is falling apart under your touch to care about anything else, though your dripping pussy begs to differ.

With your clit throbbing from lack of attention, you bring a hand between your legs and moan around Seokjin at the relief your touch brings, synchronising the rhythm at which you bob your head up and down Seokjin’s cock and your fingers rub at your clit.

“Get up,” comes Seokjin’s voice, strained from the effort of controlling himself. You like to think that you’re the reason for the waver in his voice that he tries so hard to hide, so you let yourself look up at him through your eyelashes in what you hope is a seductive look. If it’s not...well, you’d rather not think about that.

When you linger a little too long on the floor for Seokjin’s liking, he wraps a hand around your upper arm and pulls you up. With a squeak, you tumble into Seokjin’s embrace, narrowly missing the corner of the table he’s perched on.

In one swift motion, he unhooks your bra under your dress before motioning for you to take the rest of your clothes off. You do as you are told, growing impossibly wetter as Seokjin orders you around, switching positions with you. Before today, you wouldn’t have believed you would drop everything at a man’s command, but Seokjin...he’s different. You aren’t sure how to describe it, but you trust him. You know that he’d never push you to do something you were uncomfortable with, that he loves you, that… somehow, you’re his world just as he’s your moon, the solitary light that stands out in a sea of darkness.

“Bend over,” is the next order Seokjin gives you. You comply willingly, resting your elbows on your table, cunt dripping with arousal as you wait in desperation. He doesn’t make you wait long—just long enough for your breath to quicken in response to the sound of a belt jingling as various articles of clothing drop to the floor.

Your eyes close to savour the way Seokjin leans close to nip at your ear, teeth grazing the outer shell in a manner that causes your skin to prickle with goosebumps. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Yes or no only, no hard feelings if you say no. Do you want this?”

Seokjin remains where he is, neither pulling away nor continuing to tease you in an effort to ensure your decision remains unbiased as possible. You allow yourself a small smile before turning your head to meet his gaze. “Yes. Yes, I want this. I want you.”

Something akin to relief flashes in his eyes and he leans forward to press his lips against yours in a kiss equal parts loving as it is desperate. For the brief moment your mouths connect, he tells you all you need to know. He loves you. He desires you. You are the key to undoing him.

You chase his lips, ignoring the twinge of pain that flares along your shoulder blade when you reach out a hand to stop his head from moving too far. When your lips meet, you sigh happily into it, opening your mouth to allow Seokjin access when he asks for it. Seokjin chuckles at your neediness, though the way he rubs his sex against yours betrays his own desperation to feel you.

Angling your hips down, your breath catches when the tip of Seokjin’s cock presses against your entrance. You freeze in anticipation, waiting for the moment where Seokjin would finally push forward and find himself where he belonged—inside you—, but it doesn’t come. Seokjin seems intent on punishing you for the (well-deserved) silent treatment.

With a whine, you break the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you let your eyes snap open and glare angrily into Seokjin’s eyes.

“Kim Seokjin, what the hell are you doing? Just fuck m—” your complaint transitions into a moan, throaty and loud, as Seokjin grins and buries himself to the hilt in one fell swoop.

Seokjin groans, eyes closing as he savours the feeling of your walls clenching involuntarily around him. You whimper at the stretch, loving the way it teeters precariously between being painful and pleasurable. It feels good though, and you nod at him to continue when he lifts an eyebrow in a wordless question.

Your mind settles into a white haze of sorts after Seokjin begins to rut against you, the pleasure taking over your very being. Suddenly, you lose all ability to form coherent sentences and the only words you know are “Seokjin”, “please”, and “fuck”; staccato moans make up the most of the sounds that emit from your mouth every time Seokjin impales you with his cock.

The loudest cry you let loose is immediately silenced as one of Seokjin’s large hands hurriedly covers your mouth. “Naughty girl,” he murmurs into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “You really don’t care if your neighbours hear, do you?”

Your only answer is a whimper as Seokjin picks up the pace, clearly not sympathetic to your plight. “Do you know what bad girls get?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer before pushing you down onto the table and covering your back with his chest, biting down on your ear. You jerk under him, but he doesn’t give you much room to move. Instead, he pins you in place and presses kisses along your jawline, fucking you into the table before biting down on your neck, taking care to avoid the jugular vein. Seokjin sucks at the skin, causing bruises to decorate the delicate flesh of your neck that will remind you of this very moment for days to come.

You mewl at the feeling of hickeys littering your neck, wanting to cum but unable to without clitoral stimulation. Desperate, you try to rub your legs together, but find it impossible, as Seokjin’s body is firmly nestled between your thighs.

Understanding what you need, Seokjin bites down hard as a final warning and removes his hand from your mouth, moving it to press against your most sensitive spot. When he begins to rub your clit, you fall off the precipice, hurtling towards your second orgasm.

Somehow you’re able to keep quiet throughout your high, but as your cunt pulses around Seokjin’s cock, he’s unable to do the same and he finishes deep inside you with a moan that hurts your eardrums.

Seokjin pulls out of you after he’s finished painting your insides with his cum, breathing heavily. “You okay?”

You straighten and turn to face your best friend after he gets off you, smiling. “Yeah, I’m okay. So I hate to do this when we’re naked and sweaty, but...what happens now?”

You shift your weight from foot to foot, feeling awkward, when Seokjin tilts your head up to meet his gaze.

“I mean, we both like each other, so...if you’re up for it, we can go get ice cream after we shower...?”

Though Seokjin’s words exude confidence, his tone is anything but; rising in pitch near the end of his proposal. Smiling, you press a kiss to his lips. “That sounds perfect, but you’re buying me mint choco.”

Seokjin’s eyes twinkle with amusement. “As long as you don’t make me eat it, you have yourself a deal.”

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 5/?

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your name, A/N - Any name ( your best friend’s name)

Part 5! This is going well, I think, I hope you like it :)

So last night, I finished two parts to this series, and guess what? Turns out when Tumblr glitches you have no rights and suddenly all your work is gone! If you need me, I’ll be crying in my writer’s corner

Warnings: Swearing, Trauma, Family Issues, Left on a cliffhanger lol :) sue me, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Down girl, you’ve been on two dates, did he even open up to you fully? A/N texted back to Y/N, who took a quick break to the bathroom to compose herself and fix her hair after Jason, the man she was casually seeing, opened up to her about his father and his father’s criminal record as well as his mother and his mother’s passing.

Yes he opened up to me! But we’ve been spending all day flirting and I told him about how my father is an immigrant and how I tell everyone I am legally a bastard, and I just don’t know, is it too soon to say I like him?

Go get him, Girl. Go get him.

In the other room, Jason was hastily texting his brother Dick, who has been in a relationship with Barbara for a while now, and is deeply committed to her. So, he needed advice.

How did I know when to kiss Barbara? Do you want to kiss Y/N? Dick asked back to Jason.

Yes I want to kiss her you idiot, but when do I do it? We’ve only been on two dates.

Why don’t you take her to a fancy restaurant out of the city where you aren’t being watched constantly and she isn’t flipping off the paparazzi, and then do it? Also, Bruce thinks her flipping off the pap twice is very funny, shockingly.

As soon as he received that text, she walked back out of the bathroom, this time, letting her hair down out of the bun it is usually in.

“You look nice with your hair down, Y/N.”

“You think so? I usually have it down when I don’t have classes.”

“I do think so.”

“Well, thank you, Jason,” she purred, sitting back down in her chair, opposite him.

“Bruce saw your shenanigans with the pap, he apparently thinks it’s funny.”

“Your family is checking in on you? Can’t they trust me?” she said, in a completely sarcastic tone.

“Well, I was just bragging about how lovely I find you.”

“Kind of you to do so, Jason,” she placed her hands on his and had to lift herself up slightly to lean into him, not to kiss him or anything, but to be closer to him.

“Your love language is physical attention,” he smirked at her, “I can tell by how you grab me, Y/N.”

“Don’t psych me out now, we’re having fun!” she whisper-yelled at him.”

“I do it when I’m nervous,” he assured.

“What’s there to be nervous of?” she asked.

“The pretty girl leaning into my face making moves on me?”

“You want me to stop?”

“No,” he grinned, “no chance I want you to stop.”

And then his phone rang. He picked it up to hear a very panicked Bruce on the other end,

“Jason, here, now.”

“Okay, okay.”

He hung up and grabbed her hands and leant in, like he was going to kiss her, but only rest his forehead against hers,

“This has been lovely, really, but that was Bruce and he needs me, I’m sorry,” he whispered down to her.

“I understand, we can always go on more dates.”

“I hope we do, see you later, Y/N.”

“See you, Jason.”

And he left. But there was something about the furniture in the house after he left, it smelled like him. Not in a weird way where she was obsessed with it, but she associated the smell with the feeling of riding through the city and the back roads like no one was watching, the feeling of being free, the feeling of being unstoppable.

And that, that was the beauty of the chase, the beauty of what she wanted, to be free, gone from her parents, gone from her twin sister, free.

But, she went to bed that night without even going to her car to pick up her notes. She did have class tomorrow, but it wasn’t criminal psych. It was regular psych. Which she wasn’t stoked for, that’s for damn sure.

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Waking up, she opened her phone at around 5am to see a text from Jason,

You know, I always wanted to try some restaurants in Metropolis, I know you don’t like it, but I know the press doesn’t follow me there. What do you say? (Yes I know it’s 3am I’ll tell you all about what happened and why I’m awake so late later lol)

She thought about it, scared that her parents would see her walking around with this guy they didn’t know. Fuck it, she thought, I only live once.

Jason, I would love to. And I hope that story is a good one.

He almost immediately shot back, Mornin’ and yeah, it is. Do you have class today? I can come get you from your’s and pick you up from class if you need it, I swear you won’t have to ride the motorbike in your home city.

I do have class, and you don’t have to but my class is at 3pm again if you’re willing.

Meet up at 12 and talk for a while? Might be fun.

My roommate will be here, though.

Well, you already inadvertedly met my best friend, remember the baker? His name’s Will Harper. I called in a quick favor to impress you and he’s a sucker for a good romance story.

Well, he seemed nice, and yeah, if you want to meet my roommate you can come over, Jason.

You can call me Jay if you want to, Y/N.

I gotta shower now, Jason, but I figured nick names would come out in time.

She put down her phone and went to shower.

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“Mornin’ A/N.”

“Y/N,”, she greeted happily, “the coffee’s already brewed by the way.”

“God I love you,” she blurted out.

“Yeah yeah, tell me the drama, did you guys have sex?”

“No, but he’s coming over today to meet you slash talk to me before taking me to class and then driving himself and I to Metropolis for dinner.”

“Escaping the cameras to go to the city that has your parents?” A/N questioned, seeming concerned.

“I know, I know, but I only live once and I doubt we’ll see them. If we do, I might just call him my boyfriend to get it over with. Have to talk to him about that though.”

“Honestly, have you told him how insane your parents are?”

“That’s what I’m planning on doing today, A/N.”

“Don’t scare him off, Y/N.”

Y/N scoffed and she went to go get her notes from last night, it was around 11:50am, so she knew that Jason would be here any minute, but she needed to get those notes into her room, she was right about Jason when he pulled down the street in a Porsche. Pulling into her driveway, Y/N waved at Jason while finishing to pull out her books from her beat up car. Quite the difference from the Porsche and her car, but she only noticed it for a few seconds before both doors slammed, in sync.

“Well, that was timed perfectly,” she said to Jason when he met up with her at her car.

“Wow, we’re magicians,” he joked, “Do you need help?” he asked.

“No, no, I can handle it myself, thank you.”

“Well, it doesn’t kill me to ask, you’re going to need help with that door though,” he mused.

“Oh no, you underestimate me, I can open doors with my hips, and I think I didn’t shut the door the whole way so I could do this easier,” she laughed and began to lead him up the driveway, like she had done last night before he ran off with Bruce.

“Thinking ahead?”

“Something I clearly didn’t do when saying we could go to Metropolis, I’ll admit.”

“What do you mean?”

“We have time to talk about it later, Jay, are you however, ready to meet my roommate?”

“No, but you only live once, Y/N.”

“You won’t die, I promise,” she said as she nudged the door open with her hip and greeted A/N, “Hey girl! This is Jason, entertain him while I file notes, maybe, I swear I’ll speed run it.”

“Entertain him? Are you serious? He’s your guest!” she joked.

“Hey thanks man really appreciate it,” Y/N joked before hastily walking towards her bedroom, this was obviously a song and dance they had done with A/N’s lover, so Y/N shot it back at A/N.

“Jason.”

“A/N, right?”

“Yes, sir, how are you today?”

“I’m good, was that a fight?” he questioned.

“No, don’t worry, it’s just the way I acted when I first brought my partner, person, thing, over. She’s just being spiteful. Trust me, if it was a fight, there’d be a lot more of a screaming match.”

“Well, that’s reassuring, I think.”

“So, Jason, do you like her?” she asked.

“We’ve been on back-to-back dates since Sunday, A/N,” he paused, “I really do.”

“Well, it is not like I am going to sit here and be like ‘Oh you can’t date her!’ and feign being upset about this, I mean it’s been 2 dates and you’re going on a third, if that’s not leading towards seriousness, I don’t know what is,” she assured him. He seemed to like this.

“How much has she told you? My secrets or anything?”

“God no, you’ll tell me those with time when we’re friends.”

“Well, I hope you’re a good friend to Y/N and myself, in the future, then.”

“The future is just around the corner. Don’t let Y/N escape you. She’s a catch,” she finished as Y/N reentered the room,

“Did you two have fun?” Y/N asked.

“I think we did,” Jason said.

“We did,” A/N assured, “you two can go to her room now, I’ll be fine.”

“I wasn’t worried you weren’t going to be, you always are.” Y/N said to A/N before grabbing Jason’s hand and taking him to her room. He hadn’t been in her room yet.

It was kind of a mess, I mean it wasn’t like they had a maid and they’re both broke college/university students. Notes were strewn across her desk, but that was expected with such a high-study class, the one they met in.

“You clearly like the colour red,” Jason said, pointing to the obvious red feature wall, grinning.

“Well, I told my sister to design my room last time she was over and she picked it based off of the criteria I gave her, she’s going to be an interior designer, and red was one of the colours I gave her,” Y/N said with a sigh, “That’s kind of the thing we need to talk about, my family,” she sighed again, “They are, special, to say the least.”

“Well, so is mine.”

“Yeah but,” she sat on her bed and he joined her, “My family is quite, how do you say it, Christian? They’re very hard to impress and if they see me running around the city with you they might expect you to be my boyfriend, not the guy I’ve known for 3 days and went on back-to-back dates with,” she rambled, “ Not that they wont like you! They’re just traditional, and I’m not and it drives a slight wedge between us,” she paused to look at him, “This is just a really long-winded warning about only a chance to meet them,” she finished.

“Well, that doesn’t scare me. You would understand why if you knew the Waynes, not that they’re traditional, they too, are just hard to impress,” he assured.

“Probably shouldn’t have flipped off the paparazzi then, honestly.”

“No, Bruce found that funny. And about last night, my brother, Damien, he’s the youngest Wayne and one of the only not-adopted ones, being 3 not adopted ones,” he paused, “Anyway, he broke his leg playing office chair racing in the Manor, and I needed to go to Bruce to get yelled at for bringing up the idea,” he laughed, “Bruce then told me after that if he was invited I wouldn’t have been yelled at,” he paused, “That was fun.”

“So, very posh and pristine family, and one of you broke your leg roughhousing in a very expensive Manor?”

“Only in Wayne Manor would that be a sentence.”

“Seems like you have your hands tied with your family,” she joked.

“I wouldn’t if the idiots stopped hurting themselves playing games when I’m on dates,” he retorted and laughed with Y/N.

It seemed crazy that these two would meet, since so many factors played into it, but she swore God saw the potential for this to happen and said, This, this deserves a shot to shine. And she was grateful. She didn’t exactly believe in God, but if God sent her this boy, she might change her mind on going to church with her parents when they invite her.

And that’s the beauty in the mystery, the beauty in the ‘Positive’ they claimed after not knowing what to do next but still powering through to go on dates, and they had gone on enough dates and spent at least 1 third of the last 3 days with each other. That was impressive. That was a good sign and they both knew it.

The next step was packing a few bags and going on 24 hour dates in the cities, but they weren’t ready for that yet. They both thought a first kiss would be better before that. Luckily, Jason wanted to kiss her today, and she wanted to kiss him today.

Before they knew it, they were in the Porsche driving through the streets she describes all-too well, blasting songs and screaming lyrics with Jason, a song stuck out and that was the Annapantsu’s Smooth Criminal Rendition with Caleb Hyles. Since the rendition had a multitude of riffs that Y/N adored, she would scream it and Jason would continue the male parts. It was peaceful yet the most high-pressure intense situation she had felt in a while.

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Getting out of class, she somehow avoided the paparazzi she had grown somewhat accustomed to over the days she had known Jason, she got back into the Porsche before they noticed she was even there, but then they noticed, and Jason fucking floored it to the streets and out of there.

He dropped her off at her place to get ready for an expensive dinner with him in Metropolis. She thought long and heard about what to wear to her date, but in the end, she decided on a nice pink dress her mother had bought for her back in Metropolis. She had told her daughter, Only wear this on a date with a man you think is endgame, now, she didn’t know if Jason was endgame, but she did want to put all the energy she could into the universe to make him worthwhile.

(This is the first time I’m going to include pictures! I think I’m getting the hand of Tumblr now hehe :) )

(If the skin tone doesn’t match your own, because you’re darker or paler, just imagine it’s yours :) you’re all beautiful in your own right and I’ll use pictures with varying skin tones as I progress the story)

She gave a little twirl in her mirror before taking a quick picture to send to one of her other class friends, who was wondering how things were going with Jason at the time. Her name was Artemis Crock, she knew that Art and Jason were friends, but she also liked Artemis Crock a lot, thinking that they were likely going to be good friends.

You’re going to make him swear up and down to Will that he is ‘Only seeing you casually’ while Will says he’s in love with you, you’re killing it. She shot to Y/N.

Y/N smiled and left her bedroom to go meet up with A/N, who wanted to make sure the dress she was wearing was cute, and it was,

“Holy shit! I said look cute, not make him your bitch, Y/N!”

“Potato, Potahto,” she laughed, “You really think I look worthy of a Wayne?”

“You always do, but you didn’t have to go THIS hard to prove a point. Only one tabloid said you weren’t enough for him,” she paused and Y/N thought about that tabloid, it upset her, sure. But she was completely aware that spite was going to fuel many of her next moves in the press, “Just the one tabloid.”

“And the one tabloid is enough to make me spiteful. Fuck them tabloids, girl, they can suck it,” she said.

“I don’t think Jason would appreciate if the tabloids blew you,” she joked.

“You don't know that, A/N,” she retorted.

“Do you know that?” A/N said as the doorbell rang, “I’m assuming that’s for you, have fun!” A/N said and waved as Y/N waved back and walked to answer the door. Yep, it was Jason.

“Woah,” he said, mouth agape, when she answered the door.

“Close your mouth, Romeo. You’ll attract flies,” she joked.

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anthonyreadsthecards · 3 years ago

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zeppelin-and-unicorns · 3 years ago

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what would happen if Jackie got pregnant during season 8 by a one night stand and the dad didn't want to be involved, how do you think the gang would react, I kinda think she would catch a lot of crap from them, especially Hyde and Donna, but I think she would want a stress free pregnancy so she would distance herself from them and maybe after the baby was born she would let them back into her life slow

Okay, I know Hyde and Donna acted like complete pricks on season 8, but I refuse to believe that they would act like pricks if something like this happened.

This is going to be a looong answer, and I even wrote a small ficlet because I HAVE NO SELF CONTROL HELP ME.

We've all seen how they reacted when Kelso didn't want to take responsibility with Brooke. No matter who the girl is, knocking her up and abandoning her is a completely shitty thing to do and they would not be okay with that, especially if the girl in question is Jackie.

This might be a wake-up call for them.

I totally understand why Jackie would be reluctant on telling them or even being around them once the news is out. To be honest, I don't even think she would actually tell them, judging by how they treated her on s8. But I also don't see Jackie not telling anyone, this is a very serious situation, she would need a shoulder to cry on, and I think she would probably tell either Mr. Forman or Mrs. Forman, maybe even Fez, since they're roommates and all that.

But of course, Hyde and Donna would find out eventually. You can't just hide a pregnancy when you live in a small town like Point Place.

Once they find out, they would definitely be shocked and upset. Donna would be upset not only because her friend is in such a crappy situation, but also because Jackie didn't even consider telling her and asking her for advice. That's when she'd notice how shitty of a friend she was.

Hyde would probably have many, many thoughts going through his mind. As I said multiple times, I simply do not believe that Hyde stopped loving her out of nowhere, what he and Jackie had was real, they had a nice, loving relationship and there's no way in hell he got over her in such a short span of time.

At first, he'd be upset because the girl he loves is having a baby with someone that's not him, and being upset about it would make him angry, because he won't be able to keep lying to himself after finding out something like this. This hurts, and this isn't the kind of hurt he can distract himself from with booze, pot, and meaningless sex.

The anger would completely take over once he finds out that the baby's dad wants nothing to do with Jackie and the baby. That's when I believe he'd try and talk to her.

Hyde knocks at Jackie and Fez's apartment, looking nervous and antsy. Jackie opens the door and stares impassively at him.

Jackie: So, you know.

Hyde: Yeah, I know.

Jackie: What? No snippy comments? No 'haha, Jackie's a knocked-up whore'? Aren't you going to laugh at me and say I deserve this?

Hyde ignores her and enters the apartment, he starts pacing nervously through the living room.

Hyde (looking pissed): Who did this to you?

Jackie: It doesn't matter. He wants nothing to do with me and the baby. Look, it's late and...

Hyde: Jackie, you need to tell me who did this to you, so I can find him and set his ass straight.

Jackie: I don't want you to do that!

Hyde: Well, that's too bad, this isn't about you anymore, Jackie! This is about your kid! Now tell me who's the bastard and I swear to God, I'll kill him if...

Jackie: I'm not thinking about myself, Steven! You and I both know how bad it is to be raised by a parent who never wanted you and treats you like crap, so I'd rather raise this baby alone than raise him or her with a father who doesn't care, alright?

Hyde sighs and runs his fingers through his face.

Hyde: Jackie, this isn't right, you can't do this alone, I...

Jackie: No, you don't get to care now. Just leave me alone, I can handle this. I have the Forman's and Fez, I'll be fine.

Hyde: You have me too.

Jackie scoffs and rolls her eyes.

Jackie: Yeah, right.

Hyde: I mean it, we can tell people it's my kid, and...

Jackie: Because getting knocked up by your ex-boyfriend who dumped you for a stripper and completely humiliated you is so much better than getting knocked up by a stranger, right?

Hyde feels the back of his eyes burning. Jackie's right, what he did to her was unforgivable, and he's lucky she's even talking to him. But he doesn't want her to go through this alone, he wants to be there for her like he wasn't in the last few months.

Hyde: I just want to help you, Jackie.

Jackie: You'll help me by leaving me alone. Goodbye, Hyde.

With that, she shoves him out of the apartment and locks the door, hoping he won't hear the sobs that were escaping her.

The next morning, Hyde's sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast with the Forman's and Donna, he looks very mopey and is barely touching his food.

Kitty: Is everything alright, Steven?

Red: Don't tell me you're upset because of the stripper, she left over a week ago!

Donna: Actually, Hyde and I found out about Jackie yesterday. Fez accidentally told us during the cir... during our heart-to-heart talks.

Kitty and Red exchange looks. Kitty looks uncomfortable and sad, Red looks pissed.

Kitty: Oh... Well, you were bound to know eventually

Donna: I don't know what we're going to do

Hyde pushes his plate aside, looking pissed.

Hyde: I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to track this bastard down and I'll kill him with my bare hands, I don't care what Jackie told me, I'll kill him.

Red: Already tried. The loud one won't tell me who it is and I think it's better this way.

Hyde gives Red an incredulous look.

Hyde: How is it better this way? She needs someone to be there for her, someone who'll hold her hand while she's having the kid, someone who'll get her all the weird foods she's going to crave... That kid needs a dad, man! And she won't let me...

He interrupts himself and takes a deep breath, not looking at the other people sitting around him.

Donna: All Hyde's trying to say is that... Jackie needs us right now.

Kitty looked at her husband, who has put his newspaper down and was glaring at the duo. She immediately knew that things were about to get ugly.

Red: She's been needing you for a long time now, but none of you gave a damn! The loud one cries to me ever since this dumbass thought it would be a good idea to get drunk and marry a stripper, leaving his girlfriend of years alone to fend for herself, so I'm going to tell you what to do!

Red stands up angrily and Kitty stands next to him, rubbing his arm in an attempt to calm him down. He points at both Donna and Hyde, who looked scared.

Red: You are going to do what she tells you to do! If she tells you to leave her alone, then you are going to leave her alone! She doesn't need to deal with any of your crap right now!

Red storms off, leaving Hyde and Donna alone with Kitty. Donna has tears in her eyes, and Hyde looks extremely regretful and guilty.

Kitty: Red's just... A little protective of Jackie after everything that happened. I'm sure Jackie will come around eventually, all you two need to do is give her some space and be there for her if she ever needs it, okay? And try not to be so mean with her anymore.

After that lovely talk, Hyde and Donna (who were already feeling like crap) feel extremely guilty, and they try to apologize to Jackie and make up for their mistakes. Jackie fights them at first, but she caves eventually, because the pregnancy was really wearing her out and a few extra hands wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Also, she could tell that they were really sorry for their actions and she didn't feel like punishing them anymore, she has more important things to worry about.

They are both there for her when she needs them, especially Hyde. They developed a really nice friendship, and he proves to her that he's changed. He drives her to all her doctor's appointments, he helps her set up a nursery, and he gets attached to the baby before it's even born. He's in the delivery room with Jackie (and Mrs. Forman) when she's delivering, and the second he heard the baby crying he knew he was a goner.

He still loves Jackie, by the way. Never stopped, and he wants her back. But he held himself back and respected her time, Jackie was too busy with the pregnancy and taking care of her newborn baby, and he didn't want to add more to her plate.

Once the baby's slightly older, Hyde ends up asking Jackie for another chance. He declares himself for her and after a day or two of thinking, Jackie says yes and they get back together.

They eventually get married, he ends up legally adopting the baby, and they raise the kid together. She gets pregnant again after a few years and they have a big, happy, loving family.

Again, another fix-it that no one really asked for, but I can't help myself.

#ask #what if #jackie x hyde #jackie and hyde #zenmasters #ficlet #red forman #kitty forman #donna pinciotti #jackie burkhart #steven hyde

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mxxnspells · 4 years ago

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Pick a Card - Spring 2021

Hello! I hope you’re doing well. Today, I bring you a new pick a card, this one focused on Spring! There are three rows, each one referring to something different:

Life: Where I get the general energy for this season and how it connects to your past, present and future. Any message that doesn’t fit in the next two categories will appear here. Love: Where I read your love energy for the season. Remember that love can come and be in many forms. Money (finances): Everything related with money, your job, career will have its message here. It is also related with practicality and tangibility. If money can buy it or acquire it, then its message fits this category.

I will use Tarot to get the messages, my intuition and the language of flowers (in the life reading) as well since it fits with the spring theme!

How to make your pick: Firstly, take a deep breath. Close your eyes and become aware of your body and ground yourself in the question “What can I expect from this year’s Spring?”. When you are ready, open your eyes and look at the different images. Select the one in each row that sparks a memory in you.

Disclaimer: As always, these readings are for fun. Take what resonates, leave the rest. I am not qualified to give any legal, medical advice. Any major decisions should be consulted by a professional. This reading should not replace any of that.

Feel free to let me know if this resonates with you or not! I’d love to hear your thoughts about this so that I can improve and give you more quality pick a cards in the future! Any suggestions you may have, feel free to leave them in my inbox!

🦋Life #1

Tarot: VII (Seven) of Pentacles (Reversed), The Empress (Reversed), VI (Six) of Pentacles

I feel like you have been holding on to something and you don’t want to let go. I sense this can be someone, rather than something, and for some reason, it has to do with the idea you have of this person, not necessarily them. This has caused you to be extremely confused about where to go and what to do. I feel like you don’t feel capable of letting go of this and in a way, you feel trapped. However, with the VI (Six of Pentacles), help is on the way. I feel like this help will come in form of a conversation. I am getting the strong message that you need to open up. That’s what you need to let go of. These thoughts, ideas, whatever it is... you need to open up to someone about them.

Flowers: White Rose (Worthiness), Sweet William (Gallantry), Rosemary (Remembrance)

This is an advice from the universe to you. Somewhere along the way, you lost yourself. You don’t recognise who you are anymore and that is taking a toll on you. However, you must stay brave and remember you are capable of taking the next step. Remember that by finding yourself, by remembering who you were, you are acknowledging that change can be made. So allow yourself to grow this Spring.

🦋Life #2

Tarot: III (Three) of Swords, Queen of Cups, The Devil

This past year hasn’t been easy on you, has it? I feel like you keep blaming yourself for things that you had no control over, you couldn’t have possibly change that. People come and people go. And someone you loved dearly has left you. It wasn’t your fault, though. I don’t know if this is someone who has passed on or someone who broke your heart. Take what resonates. This Spring, you’ll be walking towards a more compassionate version of yourself. You will accept things, recognise that what is done is done and that the past cannot be changed. This is a different message but this Spring you might be asked to make a choice? Between ending something which you know will break your heart and something that on the surface seems like everything you ever wanted but deep down there’s not a lot of substance. You are the Queen of Cups in this situation. Between a promised white lie and a heartbreaking truth. Remember that whatever ends up happening, you have everything you need to deal with it. Just allow yourself to feel for once.

Flowers: Lilac (First Emotions of Love), Honeysuckle (Generous and Devoted attention), White Rose (Worthiness)

This can be two things. Either you are slowly coming to terms with who you are, learning to love yourself or someone else or this is someone else finally giving into their feelings for you. Just remember your value and self-worth. Remember that above anything else, you are the most important and precious thing in your life. You are worthy of love. And it all begins with your own.

🦋Life #3

Tarot: V (Five) of Pentacles (Reversed), The Sun, Queen of Pentacles

Look, I’m just going to say it, good for you! I don’t know exactly why but good for you! I feel like you have been in this semi-hermit stage recovering or planning something and this Spring, you are going to finally show the world your creation. I don’t know what it is but good for you. I am ecstatic, you feel euphoric or extremely happy, don’t you? I want to laugh, giggle, jump up and down in excitement. You are happy and you should be! Whatever it is that is happening at this time, seems to be providing you with stability for the long run. I have a feeling that because we’ve got the Queen of Pentacles, this will take some time to be noticed. I feel like by the end of Spring the fruits of your labour will start to show up. Just allow yourself to fully feel comfortable and then step out of the shadows and into the sun. It will shine on you.

Flowers: Petunia (Soothing Presence), Red Rose (Fidelity and Love), Lilac (First Emotions of Love)

This is a similar message from my teacup reading so maybe you also read that and now you’re here again. This to me, screams commitment. Commitment to someone, commitment to yourself, commitment to something. Whatever you are committing to, it brings you peace. It’s like that feeling “I am where I’m supposed to be,”. It is also something or someone you love with all your heart and you are ready to have it/them in your life for the long run.

🐝 Love #1

Tarot: III (Three) of Pentacles (Reversed), VIII (Eight) of Pentacles, V (Five) of Swords (Reversed)

If you picked this pile, then you are either in a relationship or you have been trying to fix a connection. I sense this is a love connection and I guess there has been a lot of fights, lack of communication, something related to one of you not understanding the other. I get that one of the people involved wants to either go back to studying or do something different but the other party is like “What for? You won’t need it,” which is leaving a big portion of you upset and devastated. You feel like there needs to be better communication and you want to put in the work to fix this. However, you are not sure how the other party feels. Do it. They are also ready to work on this. You need to honest and practical too. Maybe one of you is too idealistic and the other too practical/realistic. Just meet in the middle. And like the card in the middle of your spread, you have both to put in the work.

🐝 Love #2

Tarot: II (Two) of Swords, Knight of Swords, The Magician

This Spring, you will most likely meet someone. I feel like there will be a lot of chemistry between you two and it will come out of nowhere. However, I feel like you are blocking yourself to this connection. It’s not that you don’t want love, it’s just that you don’t know where to find it. But this person will come in quickly and swoop you away. You are not sure whether or not you should give into this connection. “Are they the one?”, “Am I ready for this relationship?”. I feel like these are questions that have crossed your mind at some point in time and you are letting them blind you. The thing is darling, you are the magician. You have everything you need for this connection to work. You may not have all the answers just yet but allow yourself to give in this time. It will feel magical.

🐝 Love #3

Tarot: Queen of Pentacles (Reversed), X (Ten) of Swords, Queen of Cups

I assume your work has been taking a big toll on you. I feel like you work long hours or spend a lot of time away from the one you love which is causing you and them pain. I also sense that the X (Ten) of Swords here represent your thoughts but also how you are seeing this. I assume you have made up your mind: they will leave me. I will be alone. Or you feel alone. Either way, the Queen of Cups is your partner in this situation. They understand you and they care about you. They are giving you space, that’s what I’m sensing. They know you are busy but they also know how much you value your relationship with them. And they know that right now, you need to prioritise your work. Just tell them you are thankful to have them by your side. They will appreciate it.

🌷Money #1

Tarot: VI (Six) of Swords (Reversed), The Fool (Reversed), V (Five) of Swords

There’s a lot of things you need to deal with but since this has to do with finances, be careful where you put your money in. I feel like you see this opportunity and think “this is great!” and probably invest with not enough knowledge which is not good. I feel like you are trying to get into the stock market or investments and you think you are ready but you aren’t yet. You want financial freedom so you are trying to find ways to make it happen at all costs. Just because something looks appealing, doesn’t mean it is. Remember the long run.

🌷Money #2

Tarot: King of Wands, The Emperor (Reversed), X (Ten) of Cups (Reversed)

In this scenario, you are the King of Wands. You are passionate, imaginative, you love what you do. Not only that, you are also a great leader. And I feel like you have been looking for a promotion at your job or a job offer for that matter. For some reason, I also sense that even though you are represented by the King of Wands, you are not in that energy yet. That is where you want to be. The leader, the one calling the shots, the one guiding and inspiring. But there’s someone on your way, The Emperor. This is someone who is above you. Someone with more power that doesn’t want to share it with you. The thing is, they know the value you bring but they don’t want others to see it. You are also not easily manipulated which they don’t like. I sense this promotion or whatever you desire will go to someone else. It will be shocking, devastating, heartbreaking. But remember, as I said, you are walking towards that King of Wands energy. You are not there just yet. But soon enough, you’ll get your chance to shine. Just don’t let this get in the way of the big picture.

🌷Money #3

Tarot: The Hanged Man, Death, V (Five) of Swords

Do not be scared by the Death card. I feel like this is something you have seen coming. I sense you want to quit your job? Or have a change of scenery, at least. I sense you have been weighing the pros and the cons and for sure you have come to the realisation that quitting will come with certain sacrifices: financial freedom you currently have. However, this step will lead to a new path and you know you need to do this, even if those around you don’t understand it. I feel like your colleagues will be resentful of you. Either because you left them without a notice or because you are jumping ship (which I don’t think it’s the case, this is how they see it). They don’t see you as a quitter, though. Quite the opposite. And that’s why they are resentful, because you were able to take that step whereas they are too afraid to do so. It costs you your financial freedom but I don’t sense you overspend. Maybe you even have some savings which have allowed you to come to this decision. Whatever it is, it has been a long time coming. And you need to leave the old to receive the new.

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beauty-grace-outer-space · 4 years ago

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Have I got a story for ya'll.

I was driving home from work today when I found myself driving through a small Trump rally. Folks with Trump flags, police support flags, blue lives matter signs, the whole shebang.

So I ran home and got my BLM sign. When I made it back to the area, another person who had the same idea was already their with their BLM sign. More and more folks organically joined in, and we wound up driving off the Trump folks and turning it into a 4 hour Black Lives Matter peaceful protest at a 4 way intersection. People with signs on all four corners.

Some of the more outrageous things that happened:

Someone fully drove up onto the curb and tried to hit us with their car.

At least three folks flashed white power signs.

One man outright yelled "White Power! They aren't even your people, why are you fighting for them, fight for your own race!" (horrifying)

A "reporter" showed up and asked if he could interview us. Most folks said they were under 18. Two of us weren't, me and the other person who was there originally with her sign. He asked if he could speak to us, and I said, "About what?" He said, "About what you're doing out here." I asked him what publication he was with, and he said it was a local podcast and gave us the name. At this point, another person came over and asked what he was doing and he said, “I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to these two ladies who have already agreed to speak with me.” We never technically agreed to speak with him. He just started voice recording and asking questions. He said that legally to use the audio in his podcast, he needed to state his full name and then we would state ours. My sketch-o-meter was off the charts, so I gave a fake name. Thankfully, I was also fully masked and wearing large, dark sunglasses. He asked why we were out there. I said, "There was a Trump rally happening across the street, and I wanted to provide a counterpoint." He asked why, and the other girl chimed in saying how Trump is racist, etc. and he said, "Racist is one of the worst things you can call someone, don't you agree?" We both said no. He asked what could be worse. I said, "Lots of things.” He started speaking over me, but I was going to say, “The N word is just one example." He then asked why we believe Trump is racist. I start rattling stuff off. The list goes on and on, but just a few quick bullet points: “He's been sued several times for racial discrimination in his housing complexes. He's called third world countries 'shitholes'. He calls the Coronavirus 'kung flu' and 'China virus'. He has said he 'doesn't want black people counting his money, only the little white guys in yamikas'. He's--" Mind you basically the entire time he's talking over me, and he finally blurts out, "What would you say if I told you another politician said, 'poor kids are just as bright a white kids'?" And I said, "I know what you are doing, and I won't engage with you on that." He said, "What am I doing?!!" I said, "You are quoting Joe Biden. I know exactly what narrative you are trying to create. And I am not excusing what he said, but it is not comparable to the years upon years of Trump actively working against people of color, rewriting his speeches to include hate speech against the advice of his advisory committee--" He's still talking over me. I say something along the lines of, "Politics are broken. But progress won't come from Trump. I would like you to take me off your record. Thank you for your time. You are not interested in a discussion, you are trying to spin a certain narrative and I am not interested in it. We are out here because Black Americans-- per a recent Harvard study analyzing 4 years of data-- are three times more likely to be killed by police. Three times. And there were people standing across the street defending their murderers and advocating for a racist politician. I will engage with you anymore. Thank you for your time. You need to go." This whole time, he's talking over me. Other protesters are screaming "Let her talk! If you want to talk to her, let her speak!!" I keep repeating, "Take me off your record, a dialogue has two sides, if you wanted to have a discussion you'd listen to me speak instead of talking over me. Thank you, you need to leave." So he starts crossing the street to some of the other protesters, all minors. And starts filming them and yelling at them that he has a right to do so. So I call out, "Can all the corners hear me? Do not speak to him. he has a right to film, we are in public. Do not engage with him" etc. etc. and a brief outline of what happened. And the a kid started filming him back and he fully pushed his chest up against the kid, shoving his phone into the kid’s face. So I ran over, put my BLM sign up in front of his camera and said again, "Sir , we have asked you several times not to engage with us. I understand we are in public, you have a right to film, you don't have permission to speak to these minors. Please leave. You are trying to instigate something, you are trying to create the narrative you want, please leave." And then he stormed off. But anyway uh... broke up a Trump rally. And then talked to some of the younger folks there about voting and something I read earlier this week: politicians aren’t marriages, they’re public transport. You don’t need a soul mate, you just need whoever is going to get you closest to where you want to go.

#BLM #yup.#not trek

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kyunsmaindish · 4 years ago

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Hello, everyone! I have decided to (at the very least) open up some small basic readings to start my little shop that I hope will grow more in the future.

What my typical spread looks like:

As you can guess by the title, this is my standard reading that I do. It comes in three parts. The first part is 6 cards from either the Rider-Waite tarot or Star Spinner Tarot. The second part is 3 cards from the Karma Cards. For clarification on the second part, you will be able to choose whether you would like the Karma Cards to provide advice or for them to predict an outcome. The third and final part is 3 cards Spirit Cats deck that I have.

With that being said, I’m also offering mini readings! Mini readings have the same three parts but the first part is just 3 cards, second part is still 3 cards and the third part will just be 1 card.

What I’m offering:

*** All Mini Version of readings are half what the original price of a full reading would be

Yearly Forecast Readings ($20 / $10): As you probably can tell from the name, yearly forecasts are for what you can expect for the next 12 months. You can ask for any of the following categories - general (maybe you don’t have anything specific to ask about), career, love, spiritual growth, just about anything that isn’t about death or sensitive/triggering topics.

Half a Year Forecast Readings ($15 / $7.50): The same as Yearly Forecast Readings but just for 6 months

Monthly Forecast Readings ($15 / $7.50): Same as the previous two but just for a month

Situation Readings ($15 / $7.50): For when you have a specific situation in mind, I will give you the same standard reading as I described above. It can be for just about anything you’re curious about, want advice for, etc.

Compatibility Readings ($10 / $5): Please only keep this one between you and one other person. ** The format for this reading will be different: 9 tarot cards from the Rider-Waite tarot or Star Spinner tarot (3 will represent you and 3 will represent the other person and the final 3 will be a general energy reading of the current or potential relationship). *Mini readings for this one will be only 5 cards

You have anything else?

I do! I’m also offering to do personal chart readings for $15.

Some restrictions/notes on personal chart readings:

Do not put in requests for someone that isn’t yourself

I will not be doing compatibility with chart readings

I operate chart readings using the whole signs system

You either have to give me a picture of your chart in whole signs or you can give me your birthdate, time when you were born, birthplace. If you don’t have your birth time, I can still do it but it won’t be as accurate.

Guidlines/Notes:

To request a reading: please either DM me here and provide your email so I can send you the pictures and PDF of your reading or email me at [email protected]

PLEASE keep what you want to ask to at least maybe 2-3 key points if you have something specific in mind. For example, if you want to know about how your job will be going in the next month, you can ask about 2 or 3 specific aspects such as trouble with manager, how to manage stress, etc. Please don’t ask five questions like: “Hey, I want to know about my job. Will I get a raise? Will I get fired? Will my manager finally leave me alone? Is the holiday gonna be good for me”. Again, please don’t do that. It’s just a lot easier to focus when I can focus on 2-3 points.

I’m NOT taking requests to do readings on celebrities/famous individuals. Those will only be done on my own personal time if I want to do them.

I DO NOT do personal readings on or about dead people and/or sensitive/triggering topics

Please give me about 2-3 weeks to complete your request

I will sometimes temporarily close readings if I feel like I have enough requests at the moment.

Payment is listed below: I will send you a message to let you know that I have complete your reading, at which point, I will also request that you will send the money in total to me. Once you send me the money, I will then give you the pictures and PDF of your reading.

*** Disclaimer: For entertainment purposes only. Please understand that you are still in charge of your own actions. A reading is just that - a reading. You are still responsible for whatever actions you take after the readings. These readings are not replacements for medical/legal/financial/etc advice from professionals.

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royalbratprince · 4 years ago

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[I wanted to write a little Mother’s Day drabble in this strange little “Aulea lives” verse I have going on in my head (see here and here). ...And since this is also a polyship roadtrip idea... this happened. Noct gets some motherly advice about how to deal with the council.]

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Noctis had been sitting tensely, rod-straight, ignoring the softness of the couch for the stiffness of anger when Aulea sat right next to him. Fearless and silent and letting the air settle between them for a moment before she reached out to place a hand softly against the space between his shoulders.

He didn’t relax, exactly, but he didn’t feel more anger. That was something. All he felt capable of in that moment was a shaky, aggravated sigh.

One echoed a great deal more softly by his mother. “Not fair at all, is it?”

“No.” Sharp and biting as a lash. When the council wouldn’t even listen--

“Well.” His mother’s voice was poised and soft, hand ever so gently moving across his back, more careful against the scar. “Let me tell you a story about a young prince and a girl who were very much in love.”

Noctis felt like he’d heard it a million times before, but... the touch and the voice and the willingness to sit with him when everyone else quite rightly had retreated away (or were currently on their way to get to him because of a remarkably upset text sent to three specific people), it was nice. It was a little more okay. “You mean you and Dad, right?”

“I do.” She smiled serenely, cutting to the chase with a soft kind of deftness. “No one who ‘mattered’ wanted him to marry me.”

The prince felt his jaw drop just a little as he finally looked over. “Wh-- Really?”

“Really.” The mild annoyance in Aulea‘s tone was more than enough to assure honesty. “Oh, I was nice enough, as a friend, but as a wife? My goodness; there was such a nice girl named Elizabeth, and wouldn’t she just be the perfect queen?”

He did not mean to laugh. It was just-- He’d heard echoes of his own bitter ranting in his mother’s voice before, at times, but it was never so clear, never so close and understandable.

“Glad you find this funny.” She commented dryly, but she was smiling at the response and the tension slowly draining beneath her hand. “One day your father insisted to see the council about the matter. To get their approval to allow him to officially court me. Do you know what they said?”

“No..?” Noctis ventured.

“Well, I won’t repeat what your grandfather said.” There’d clearly been no love lost between Aulea and Mors, the coldness swept away in favor of returning to her story. “The council simply brushed him off, telling him he was being ridiculous.”

“Oh no.” Noctis had seen his father react to Clarus telling him that. He could only imagine a room full of people Regis wasn’t very fond of...

“Mm.�� The queen agreed, rubbing over her son’s shoulders. “Your father stormed off and asked me to marry him.”

Again the laughter just sort of bubbled up from him, absolutely able to picture it. “Did he get in trouble?”

“Oh, probably.” Aulea was purely dismissive. “But he reasoned that it was already done and I’d already said yes. But he did promise to send an invitation to the wedding to Elizabeth...”

Noctis unconsciously relaxed into the touch, feeling... okay, still not better, but... “So you’re saying I shouldn’t worry about the whole refusal to hear about more than one legally-recognized partner?”

Far be it from her to give advice to her son about what he should do with his life. And yet... “I’m strongly suggesting that if you do love them, and I must assume that you do--”

“You know I do.” It was a totally unnecessary assurance, but it got his mother to smile and nod in that way which was reassuring and final. He supposed he kind of... needed that, sometimes.

“Then you simply ought to ask them to marry you and continue on as you usually would.”

That was... “And does Dad approve?”

“Does he need to?” When the deadpan question was met with another laugh, Aulea’s smile turned even warmer. “Your duty is to your kingdom, first and foremost... but your father and I want you to be happy, as well. If you need to argue that many kings have been down this road before regardless of what the law states or history reports, fine, but... Better to just keep in mind that you’re the culmination of two long lines of self-assured, headstrong assholes, and three people still love you enough to call you theirs.” When Noctis basically collapsed against her with laughter, she knew it was all going to be okay.

She supposed she should probably text Regis and warn him, though. It was the proper queenly thing to do.

#OOC #drabble #Aulea Lives and She's Outright Awesome AU #lookitmequeue

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2seokfan · 4 years ago

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Scarlet & Hazel | Ch. 4

pairings: hoseok x reader x yoongi

genre: fluff, very light angst, smut (future)

warnings: mentions of physical abuse

word count: 5.3k

chapters: ch.1, ch.2, ch.3, ch.4

summary:

Just cause you’re living paycheck to paycheck in a tiny apartment even after graduating college doesn’t mean you’re not happy. So what if your best friend is working her dream job making close to six figures every year? So what if she’s in a loving, committed relationship with her perfect boyfriend that you’re 99% sure is going to propose to her sometime next year? It doesn’t matter that your idea of a perfect relationship is a $9.99 bottle of wine on Friday nights while you binge watch Netflix specials.

Ok so maybe you’re a teensy bit miserable. Maybe you have no idea what you’re doing with your life. Maybe all you need to do is accidentally cross paths with two hybrids who will drastically change that.

Meet “Scarlet” and “Hazel”, two of the most gorgeous hybrid men you have ever laid eyes on. With their help, you learn that life is an adventure, a roller-coaster with ups and downs, and you were too preoccupied with yourself to climb out of your own predicament. And hey, you’re not much of a romantic, but with these two, you just might change your mind.

a/n: Y/N gets the surprise of her lifetime today! Also to clarify, The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly is an old cowboy movie with a very famous theme song (just in case some people don’t get the reference). Thank you for being patient! Please let me know if you have any questions or concerns!

tag list: @wilhelminalucinda @ghostkat23 @ayoo-bangtan @sadgurllayha

How come whenever you’re excited for something, time purposely slows down?? It’s like the weekend can’t come fast enough. Each day feels like a whole week and each hour stretches like two. You swear the clock hanging on the wall of your clinic has some sort of personal grudge against you, the second hand moving at the pace of a snail.

You’re currently on the last two hours of your shift. The hustle and bustle of morning appointments have died down but that doesn’t stop the constant train of incoming calls. You wonder if there’s an award out there for maintaining a professional voice after getting asked stupid questions, because you deserve that award, exhibit A being the person you’re dealing with right now. You pick at your nails while you balance the work phone on your shoulder.

“Sorry ma'am we’re actually a hybrid clinic so no, I can’t put your son down for a checkup. Mhm. Mhm. Uh huh.” You peel off a hangnail and flick it into the trash can under your counter. “I understand you're frustrated but none of our doctors specialize in human treatment. May I suggest the hospital? Ok have a good day now. Bye.”

You hang up as a string of expletives are leaving the receiving end of your phone. What part of ‘hybrid clinic’ did she not understand?

You lean back into your office chair, vowing for the 100th time to invest in one of those lumbar support pillows for your poor, aching body. Checking today’s schedule, you see that a first-time client should be coming in any minute now. Her voice had sounded eerily familiar when she called all those days ago, but you didn’t bother to think twice.

Right on cue, you hear the clinic door open. A very familiar arctic fox hybrid is ushered in by her impatient owner.

“Hurry up won’t you! We don’t have all day!”

Yep. That’s blondie alright.

Sylvia has already recognized you, giving you a small smile when her owner isn’t looking. You’re shocked by her appearance, small cuts and bruises adorning her face and a noticeable bandage around her left wrist. You smile back, trying to make her feel as comfortable as possible.

Blondie hasn’t noticed your presence yet, currently rummaging through her gigantic purse for a pen. She freezes when she finally looks up, making eye contact with you.

You both narrow your eyes like it’s some sort of cowboy showdown in the old west, theme song from The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly playing in the background. If it weren’t for the counter in front of you you’d probably be slowly circling each other, hands ready to draw your pistols from your holsters.

Except it’s the 21st century and all you can do is clench your jaw and offer her a steely glare.

“What are you doing here?” Blondie is the first to break the silence.

“I work here,” you say matter of factly.

“Don’t you own hybrids?” Her voice is menacing, but it doesn’t mask her confusion. “How can a receptionist afford two hybrids?”

“I’m here on my off time cause I have nothing else to do.” You find it so much easier to lie to her now that you’ve successfully done it before. No harm in stretching your little fable.

Blondie huffs, having no rebuttal ready.

“Anyways, I need you to fill this out here.” You decide not to push her temper further since you’re at work and need to act civilly. You hand her the basic information form and contact the doctor about their arrival.

While blondie is busy filling out the paperwork, you make quick eye contact with Sylvia, mouthing a silent ‘are you ok?’ to her. She gives you a tense nod but nibbles on her bottom lip and shifts her pupils in blondie’s direction. You can’t forget that look on Sylvia’s face, one of desperation and misery, and you want so badly to pull her out of this situation.

Blondie finishes and hands the papers back to you. You glance down and find her name on the forms. “And Karen,” of course her name is ‘Karen’, “how did Sylvia get these injuries?”

A flicker of panic flashes across her features but it instantly disappears into a frown.

“She fell down the stairs.” Karen snaps, then proceeds to tap her foot impatiently. “Well? I’ve got an appointment??”

You sigh and swallow down the urge to talk back. “Dr. Lao is ready for you. Just head down the hall and into the office on your left.”

Karen puts her pen back in her purse, then grabs her fox by the elbow and pulls her down the hallway, out of sight. When they disappear, you sit back and take the time to process what just happened.

You don’t believe for one minute that Sylvia fell down the stairs. Her injuries seem obviously inflicted by another person, most likely Karen, but you don’t want to jump to conclusions. Since you have no proof, you can’t really report the issue. Also you’re well aware of how corrupted Hybrid Services are and you don’t want to leave Sylvia in their hands.

The phone rings, bringing you back to your senses. Oh yeah, I’m still at work. You remind yourself to google some safe hybrid help centers when you get home. There’s nothing you can do now but you’ll be damned if you won’t try.

The two emerge from the checkup after an hour or so. Karen turns to your counter, face still in her signature scowl as she approaches you.

“I need to schedule a second appointment.” Her tone sounds a little stiff, as if she didn’t want this outcome. “Sylvia will need another checkup for her wrist.” Her entire demeanor is suspicious to you at this point. When you met her for the first time, you were only focused on getting her to stop bothering your two hybrid friends. You regret not noticing her obvious physical aggressiveness.

As the two head out, Sylvia turns back and gives you a small ‘bye’. You melt at how cute she is despite all her injuries. You give her one last wave, determination welling up inside.

You head home and immediately dive to your laptop. Sylvia’s next checkup isn’t till two weeks later so you want to use that time to become as productive as you can in finding the numbers of various hybrid centers. Even though your work revolves around hybrids, you have no personal experience helping any of them out of trouble so you need the advice of professionals. You have no idea what any of these centers can do and you’re aware that your lack of information means you’re starting from scratch but you refuse to sit by and do nothing. Not when something fishy is obviously going on.

You’re surprised to find no decent hybrid centers, even though you live in a pretty big city. Most seem like shady adoption centers that put in the bare minimum amount of effort in taking care of and re-homing their hybrids. One center was so repulsive you’re surprised they’re legally allowed to operate. You click on their ‘About’ page for shits and giggles and the description makes you want to gag. ‘Having problems with your hybrid? Don’t worry! Call this number and we’ll take them off your hands!’ What the actual fuck!? It’s like one of those junk collecting commercials where they take away your old furniture except they’re talking about living, breathing hybrids, not an old refrigerator. This goes to show how little the government actually cares about hybrids and you find yourself involuntarily clenching your fists.

After a few websites that lead nowhere, you stumble across one for a Hope Hybrid Center that seems promising. The description indicates how they’re dedicated to the ‘safety and comfort of all hybrids without discrimination’. The only catch is that the particular center in your city has just been built and will not open till later this week. Nevertheless, you decide to trust this location since there are several other branches under the same name littered across the country that all have raving reviews. You bookmark the page and remind yourself to contact their main call center tomorrow.

You don’t know what’s come over you. It’s true you’ve always had a soft spot for hybrids, and you’ve always been in full support of every new law that passes, bringing them closer to citizenship. But you’ve never been this passionate about personally helping them. It’s a good feeling, being actively involved in something you care about. Saving your two hybrid friends two months ago has really opened your eyes to what human bystanders can do. Every action, big or small, can have an impact and you mentally scold yourself for not being aware of your surroundings previously. Oh how ignorant you were.

The rest of your research is futile, and you end up closing your laptop with a sigh of defeat. This is all you can do right now. Who do you think you are? Some sort of vigilante? What power do you have to make any change?? You’re just one silly receptionist against the big bad world.

Before you start mentally beating yourself up even more, you close your eyes and remember the image of Sylvia’s face. She looked so hopeless, so resigned to her fate, that all your self pity dissipates. Whatever miserable situation you’re in, you know she’s probably experiencing something ten times worse.

You think about bringing this run-in up with Scarlet and Hazel but you chicken out last minute. They’ve been pretty busy on the days leading up to your dinner doing god knows what. They’ve been polite enough to reply to you but you can tell from the short, quipped answers they supply that they have other things going on right now. You know that they’re not doing this on purpose so it doesn’t bother you too much, but you do miss the comic relief they provide in your hectic life. Guess you’ll tell them all about it when you see them on Saturday.

The last thought in your head before you shut your eyes is to call the Hope Hybrid Center as soon as you go on break tomorrow.

“Hi! Thank you for calling the Hope Hybrid Center! This is Jodie speaking, how can I help you?”

“Uh, hi yes!” Jeez why are your palms so clammy? It’s just a phone call, you do these everyday! “My name is Y/N and I was wondering if you can help me with a couple questions about hybrids, if that’s ok?”

“Of course!” Jodie sounds all peppy and excited. You wish you still had her energy when you do your customer service calls. You were like her for only a brief period all those years ago when you began at the clinic. Boy did that die down fast.

“Um,” You’re not really sure where to start. Do you just straight out say someone is hurting their hybrid? That might sound a little too accusatory. “What do I do if I think someone is abusing their hybrid? Like I have no proof but I still feel like it’s happening?” You’re not used to doing things behind other peoples’ backs, even for someone as awful as Karen, and it’s got your entire body erupting in cold sweat. You mentally reprimand yourself. I’m trying to help. This is for a good cause.

“That’s a good question.” Jodie’s voice is reassuring, like she can hear the nervousness of your tone through the call. “There are several things you can do actually! The first thing we recommend you do is observe their behavior as much as you can and try to record or take note of any signs of aggression displayed by the supposed abuser. This can be used in case any legal action is taken.”

“Uh huh.” You reach into your purse and grab your handy dandy little notebook, pull out the pen stuck in the spiral, and quickly flip to a random blank page to jot down everything she says.

“Now if you want to take direct action, that can be a little riskier but it is possible. The best option is to take one of our unique business cards and pass that along to the hybrid in need.”

“Unique business cards…?” She lost you there.

“Yes. You can find them at each of our shelters or we can mail them to you.” She answers fast, and you have a feeling she’s used to this question. “Each of our business cards contain an emergency phone number, a security code, and are coated with a unique scent that is virtually undetectable by humans. When the number is called, our first question is to ask for the security code, then confirm the matching scent of their business card. These cards work best with the majority of hybrids that contain a heightened sense of smell, such as the mammalian hybrids. We may need to adjust for certain bird or aquatic species that rely on other senses.”

Your writing arm is sore from taking all this down but you pause to answer Jodie. “She’s a fox hybrid, so that should be ok I think?”

You hear a large sigh of relief over the receiver. “Ok that makes things a lot easier.” Her tone switches to serious once again. “But remember this can only be done if the hybrid is willing to contact us in the first place. Beyond that, someone will have to catch them in the act of abuse and that can be very hard to do.”

You nod your head in agreement, forgetting that she can’t see you. “I understand. There’s a small chance this may just be nothing but I want to try and help at least.”

“That’s awesome! It takes a lot of guts to report these issues and you’d be surprised how many people let them slide under their noses.” She’s so encouraging that for a short, sweet moment, you envision the whole plan falling into place. You can see it now, a happy Sylvia free from her oppressive captors. Wow they really do a good job. Jodie deserves a raise.

“Thanks Jodie that means a lot!” You shake your sore arm, trying to relieve the pain. “I might need you to mail me a business card since the Hope Hybrid Center in my city isn’t open yet.”

“No problem! I’ll just need your full name, an email and phone number, and your address.”

You relay all your information over. By the time the call is finished, you have a whole 2 minutes left on your lunch break. You look down at your untouched PB&J sandwich and cry internally. It’s for a worthy cause you repeat again and again in your head like a mantra.

Friday. Finally. This week has been the longest you’ve experienced since midterm week of college. You received a package from Hope Hybrid Services this morning and it’s currently sitting on your bedside table. You won’t need to open that up till Sylvia’s next appointment.

You power through another hectic day at work, motivated by the prospect of seeing your two friends in person tomorrow. Both boys are now well aware of your work schedule and take extra care not to text you until you’re off.

5pm rolls around and your phone vibrates just as you enter your car and buckle your seat belt. You check and see that it’s from ‘Hazel’s Nuts’, your favorite groupchat. You gun it towards your apartment, wanting to reply to them in the comfort of your own home. You must have made it in record time and you’re surprised you didn’t get a speeding ticket. Listen, you aren’t the best driver out there but no one’s died on your watch so you count that as a win. When you arrive home you immediately jump onto the couch and unlock your phone.

Hazel: Hi Y/N. Sorry we’ve been so busy this week but we’re excited to see you tomorrow

You: that’s ok! I figured you were occupied

Hazel: Yep. Had to take care of some stuff but we’re all set now

Scarlet: Y/N!!!!!!! I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOOUUUU

Scarlet: (excited emojis)

You: Same!!!

Hazel: Oh yeah

Hazel: We’re meeting at La Cucina Classica tomorrow btw

You let out a small gasp of surprise. No fucking way?! La Cucina Classica is one of THE most expensive restaurants in your city. You’ve never stepped foot inside their doors because they’re usually booked months in advance. Karli’s lucky ass managed to eat there once before and she described the food as, and you quote, ‘orgasmic’. How on earth did they manage to nab a spot there?

You: No way! Really?

Scarlet: Yes way!!

You: how the hell did you manage to get a table???

Hazel: We pulled some strings

You: omg u mysterious boys

Scarlet: We promise to tell you everything tomorrow!! <3

You: ok! but don’t feel obligated or anything

You: i trust u guys

Hazel: Good

Hazel: So tomorrow. 7pm

Scarlet: Oh yeah! Also dress nice

You: you bet! It’s a fancy place so i can’t let them know i’m secretly poor

Hazel: Lol

Hazel: I have to make a call for work so bye for now Y/N

You: bye kitty

Scarlet: See you tomorrow! I can’t wait!!!

You: me too!!

You: bye!

You set your phone down and whisper to yourself. “What does he mean by ‘work’? They have jobs??”

And they got a table at La Cucina Classica by ‘pulling some strings’, like it was no big deal to them?! Oh my god do you need answers!

You wake up promptly at 9am.

Why? Because it’s #SelfcareSaturday. And this has nothing to do with seeing the boys in person tonight at 7pm. Nothing at all.

You usually have a lot of shit to say about how crappy your little apartment is but today you’re feeling thankful because your dingy bathroom comes equipped with a little tub. You have a bath bomb that was a birthday gift from one of your college friends and you pray these things don’t expire (they do lol) because you’re about to crack this baby open for the first time.

You’ve still got 9 hours, 23 minutes, and 16 seconds till dinner tonight but who’s counting? Not me, you think as you slowly sink into the rainbow-colored tub water. The atmosphere is perfect. You’ve lit up two of your scented candles and have a lofi hip hop playlist on shuffle. You should really do this more often except, you know, water bills.

Right after bath time you decide to do one of your more elaborate skincare routines, hoping to remove the stress and fatigue from your face after a week of work. You facetime Karli so you’re not alone during the whole process.

“Hi Y/N!!” Karli’s face pops up onto the screen. It’s a little more blurry than usual and the sunlight is harsh behind her so she must be outdoors. “Why is your face all glittery?”

“Oh this?” You point to your cheeks. “Remember that fancy Japanese face mask I bought when I got my holiday bonus?”

“Oh yeah! But you said you’d only open it for a special occasion. Unless,” then she comes to a conclusion. “is it for the boys??”

“No!” You correct her too fast. “I mean yes, but also no.” There’s a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “Sometimes a girl just wants to treat herself…”

“Sweetie, your idea of treating yourself is ordering takeout and drinking wine on the weekends, but I’m not gonna pressure you.” Karli sure loves to tease.

“Shut up you don’t know me,” you pout. You’re furiously red at this point.

“Au contraire, I know you too well. You’re like that mole I have on my left ass cheek, I’ll never get rid of you.”

Classy.

“True.” She’s not wrong. You two have been through thick and thin and everything in between. It’ll take divine power to separate you now.

“Oh yeah good thing you called! I’ve got some news!” She’s raising her voice since the background noise of traffic behind her is a little deafening.

You tilt your head, a question forming on your lips. Is it about the wedding?

“Remember that Bryce guy?”

You do now, since she brought him up. But it does bring back a few embarrassing memories. “Yeah?”

“Well he told me he has a football game coming up so he’s probably gonna text you soon to ask if you can go.”

“I forgot I said yes to that,” you wince as you suddenly remember that night.

“I mean, you can always let him down gently,” Karli suggests.

“No, I shouldn’t. That would be mean. I did agree to go.” Just admit it. You don’t like disappointing people.

“Ok girl, if you say so.” She doesn’t push you, probably cause it looks like she’s hurrying somewhere. “Ugh I promised to meet my coworkers for lunch but why did I wear heels downtown!”

“I don’t know girl, sounds like a ‘you’ problem.” You snicker at her.

“Hey don’t be fucking rude!” She quotes that famous Kim Kardashian meme perfectly.

“Stop! Don’t make me laugh too hard!! It’s gonna mess up my face mask!” You’re trying to keep your face still but it’s damn near impossible at this point.

The rest of the day you spend pampering yourself, the whole nine yards. You even booked an appointment with the nearby nail salon after one glance at your unkempt cuticles. God you’re a mess. All you had today was a salad you picked up after your nail appointment because you want your stomach to prepare itself for the gorging you’re about to do tonight.

As the evening approaches, you hunt in your closet once again for appropriate dining attire. The words ‘dress nice’ echo in your head. This time you do open your ho drawer, because you remember having some sort of shimmery dress that isn’t too bad and can probably pass for being presentable in such a fine dining environment. You reach into the furthest corner and finally feel the soft, silky fabric, pulling it out and hoping against all odds that it isn’t full of wrinkles. Lucky for you, the dress is still in good condition. It’s a spaghetti strap and flows all the way down past your ankles. You’ve never found the occasion to wear it, only buying it cause it was on sale and you thought it was so pretty at the time.

You put it on and glance in the mirror. Usually you have a lot to critique about your physical appearance but today you admit you don’t look so bad. The dress shows a little bit of tasteful cleavage and there’s a slit that rides up your right leg but it isn’t too revealing. Attach some chunky, strappy black heels and you’re good to go. Except makeup, you’ve gotta do that first.

As the clock ticks closer to 6:30, you finish up on your smokey eye and swipe on a little lip tint. You’re definitely taking an uber tonight because you don’t want to miss out on the restaurant's excellent drink selection. Also parking on a Saturday night? Absolute nightmare.

The place is downtown and a good 20 minutes away so once you get in the car you tell the driver to step on it, promising to tip him extra when you get off.

You can’t stop the constant drumming of your heart as the car nears the location. You feel like a kid who’s been told they’re going to Disneyland and you’re giddy with excitement. Maybe it’s better not to see them in person because you might faint on the spot.

As the car pulls up you take a deep breath. Calm down Y/N, you think to yourself, I’m just meeting two good friends for dinner.

The restaurant is located at the rooftop of one of the taller buildings downtown. You enter the elevator, smoothing your dress and your nerves at the same time.

When the doors slide open, you’re greeted by an immaculately dressed hostess. You glimpse at the restaurant behind her. Expensive is definitely the right word to describe this place. There’s dimly lit, warm lighting above each of the tables, and a live band is playing soft tunes in the corner. Waiters and waitresses are carrying loads of food on only one hand, serving each table with grace and poise.

“Name?” The hostess asks you, breaking you out of your observation.

“Um,” You’re unsure what to say. Did they put the table down under Scarlet or Hazel? That can’t be right since those are fake names.

“Y/N?” You try with your name first to see if that’ll lead anywhere.

“Right this way Miss Y/L/N.” Holy shit, ok. Guess that worked.

You’re led past the many tables, ladened with various couples, and back into a private room. They even managed to book a private room?!?! You really feel out of place with your drugstore makeup and cheap dress.

The hostess graciously opens a door for you and-

“Y/N!!”

“Ooof!” You’re enveloped by the familiar scent of honey and cinnamon. “Hi Scar.” You try to compose yourself since he smells too good to be true. Hazel is right behind him, signature sleepy smile on his face. You back away from them, taking in their appearance

Oh. My. God.

Your jaw drops. Beautiful isn’t enough to describe what’s standing in front of you. Scarlet is in a perfectly fitted, baby blue suit that shows off his lean physique. One of his top buttons is undone, revealing his caramel colored skin and collarbones. You pry your eyes away from such sin and opt to look in Hazel’s direction but that does nothing to help you since he’s also dressed to the nines, wearing all black, silver jewelry sparkling on his neck and fingers, a stark contrast to his milky white skin. You look in between them instead, fearing you’ll drool if you stare at them any longer.

Hazel steps forward and also gives you a small hug. His scent is floral, with a spicy undertone, and you want nothing more than to drown in it.

“Hi Hazel,” God you must be blushing like crazy right now. You can’t help it since they look so delicious. Stop that! They’re your friends and they’re not interested!! You want to slap yourself for thinking such impure thoughts.

Well you say that but the way they’re taking in your outfit sends a shiver down your spine. Is it just you or did their eyes darken? The atmosphere quickly returns to normal and you start to wonder if that moment was all in your imagination.

“Look! We already have the champagne ready!” Scarlet’s tail is wagging a mile a minute as he returns to his seat. Hazel slides next to him right after, trying to swat away the offending appendage that’s taking up his spot.

“How ‘bout you control that tail of yours, hm puppy?” Hazel huffs, finally managing to sit down once he successfully shoves the tail back into Scarlet’s lap.

“Hey!” Scarlet looks downright offended. “I’m a fox, not a dog! We’re a much more sophisticated creature.” He crosses his arms and states pointedly, “just like you can’t control your purrs, we can’t control our wagging.”

Hazel only sighs. “Sometimes I wonder why I’m mated to you.”

“Because you love me. Now shut up or poor Y/N’s gonna feel like she’s being third-wheeled.”

Now this is the Scarlet and Hazel you’re used to. You sit across from them, nursing the sparkling flute of champagne that’s calling your name and trying not to snort out loud at their antics. It’s still extremely hard to maintain eye contact with either of the boys but you put in effort all the same.

“I hope you don’t mind, but we already ordered.” Hazel shifts in his seat, one hand ruffling the back of his hair.

“Actually that’s perfect!” You chuckle. “I have no idea what to get in places like these.”

“Ok, good.” His voice is now sounding a little bit shaky, which is very puzzling. Is he nervous?

You take a better look at them, temporarily ignoring their attractiveness (which is a very hard thing to do), and you notice their body language is off. Both their tails are now twitching anxiously and their ears are a little droopy. What’s going on?

“Hey guys.” You keep your voice gentle. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah! There’s just, um…” Scarlet is twisting the napkin in his lap. “We have some very important things to ask you and-”

“Wait!” You interrupt him, putting one hand up. You need to get this across before the boys tell you anything. “Before you continue, I just want you both to know that under NO circumstances do you ever have to tell me anything you’re uncomfortable with. I understand that you have a lot of secrets to keep, being two hybrids who probably don’t have owners. I want to respect our friendship and your privacy, and if that means not knowing a lot of your secrets, then fine by me.” You’re almost out of breath from letting all this out but it’s worth it because you truly value your friendship with them. You always joke to yourself about wanting to know what they’re hiding but deep down you cherish being their friend more than anything.

Both boys glance at each other for a second, nerves having vanished, then they suddenly throw their heads back and erupt into giggles. Scarlet is full on shaking, slapping his knee while he roars with laughter. Even Hazel is cackling, gummy teeth on full display.

This throws you off and your eyebrows furrow together. What’s so funny? You were being sincere and trying to protect them from revealing secrets they don’t want to tell you.

By this time the waiter has come by with a tray of small appetizers so you grab an olive and chew on it in confusion, waiting for their laughter to die down.

“See? What did I tell you about her?” Hazel is wiping a stray tear off his face.

“You’re right, you’re right!” Scarlet nods back in agreement.

Their laughter has finally fizzled away and they both turn to face you once again.

“Um,” You’re completely lost for words so you take another sip of champagne for courage. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No not at all!” Scarlet is quick to reassure you. “In fact, we were nervous at first but you’re making this so much easier for us.”

“Easier?” If you had a penny for all the times these boys have confused you, you’d probably be a millionaire by now.

“Right.” Hazel leans into the table a little bit, a small smirk on his face. “You see, there’s something very important we want to ask you tonight.”

“But first,” Scarlet juts in, also leaning in next to Hazel, “just to clarify. You trust us right, Y/N?”

“Of course.” You say without hesitation. These boys literally have no reason to harm you. Except they’re a little too close to you now and you resist the urge to fan yourself because oooh boy do they have the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen. And their ears! Why are their ears so fluffy looking?! You bet their super soft to touch but you dare not reach out.

“Even though you don’t know our real names?” Hazel urges you on.

“Well, I always figured you’ll tell me when you’re comfortable...” Your voice is getting smaller now, and you feel yourself getting red from head to toe. They’re too close to you and you try not to let your obvious attraction show so you look down and twiddle with your silverware.

“Excellent.” Both boys snap back into their seats, startling you.

“Y/N.” Scarlet clears his throat and tries to make his voice sound serious but he can’t hold back his smile. “We would like to officially ask you to adopt us.”

The fork you’re playing with clatters onto the table.

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