#but I guess I never officially told him so was quite funny

[somethingexcessivelyphallic]

i accidentally came out at a work meeting in front of the entire staff and everyone keeps telling me i did such a good presentation but i know they’re trying to say hey we’re okay with you and and and i think im gonna cry 💕

[borathae]

Grief is a funny thing

"Grief is a funny thing. You think that you got over it until you are sitting on a random bench, on a random Monday night and it comes back to remind you that it will always be part of you."

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: Angst, married life!AU, Hurt & Comfort

Warnings: OC graduated yaay!!, but it brings up old memories for her and she is in a state of guilt & grief, talk about loss of family and grief that won't leave, tears, but Jungkook is there for her and he is such a comfort, i love him a lot

Wordcount: 2.1k

a/n: sometimes i have the desire to write something angsty for the aaol!couple. listennn, i reread some of the main chapters again and i wanted to write something about OC's grief over her brother and how Kook handles her grief episodes. soo that's why this was created <3

You graduated. You actually did it. You are officially a person with a masters degree. You are something. The degree is at home where you left it. On the living room coffee table next to an empty glass of water. 

You can’t look at it.  

Nobody would get you if you told them that you don’t want to look at it, because it’s insane. You are aware of it. For years, all you dreamt of was being something one day. And then it happened and you were able to pursue your dream education and to graduate. You literally fulfilled your biggest dream, it should make you happy and it does, but it also doesn’t. Deep down in your heart you know the reason for it, but you aren’t ready to admit it to yourself yet. It would make you cry. You hate crying for negative reasons.

Your phone rings. This is the third time it does and you know that you can’t ignore whoever is calling you any longer. 

Your heart stings when you check their ID. 

Your Jungkookie is calling. You pick up, feeling guilty as you do. 

“Yes?”

“Oh my god, finally. Thank god. Where are you? I’ve been trying to reach you for what feels like hours. Are you okay?” Jungkook sounds distressed on the other side of the line. Understandably. It is currently one in the morning and you left without warning. 

“I’m okay, just went for a walk.”

“At one in the morning?” he sounds confused. Understandably so. You are normally sleeping at this time of day. 

“Yeah, well. Yeah, I guess.”

“It’s pouring buckets right now.”

“I guess it is.”

Silence on his side where he clearly tries to process what you are saying. 

“Where are you? I’m coming to pick you up”, he says in the end.

“Paradis. The bench in front of it.”

Another silence. Understandably. You never went back there again after quitting your job.

“Just…just stay there. I’ll be quick”, Jungkook tries to sound neutral, but the anxiety is clear in his voice.

“Yeah, okay.”

“I adore you.”

“I adore you too.”

The call ends. You shove the phone back into your jacket pocket and continue to stare at the sign while the rain pours down on you. Jungkook doesn’t need to worry. You weren’t planning on leaving this bench for quite a while. All of this studying about how to help people and you feel helpless. It almost paralyzes you and makes time pass in a blur.

Jungkook runs to get to you, getting wet even under the umbrella as the water slaps against him. He calls out your name. You turn your head slowly, looking at him with tired, empty eyes. 

“Oh my god, my love. You scared me so much. Why would you leave without saying anything?” he says, falling around your neck to hug you against him. 

Your body falls into him. He is warm and his hug is tight. He cradles the back of your head, twisting parts of your jacket with his other hand. 

“You made me worry like crazy. Please don’t ever do this again”, he says between little kisses all over your face and head.

“I’m sorry.” 

“Apology accepted, my love. Just tell me what’s wrong, please.” 

Now that he is with you and you are in his arms, the state of you is so clear to you. 

“I’m really cold.” 

“No wonder. It’s fucking November and you’re sitting here getting drenched.” He says, trying to warm you by rubbing your back. “Come on, let’s go home.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

You let him help you to your feet. You hook arms with him, hugging his arm with both hands. You even go as far as to rest your head against it. Jungkook holds the umbrella even though you and he are already soaked to the bones. 

“You’re worrying me, my love. What’s the matter?” he asks.

You and he walk back to his car at a slow pace.

“I don’t know”, you say.

“Why did you come here? Out of all the places?”

“I don’t know. I was at my old place too. It’s a storehouse for the restaurant these days.”

“Yeah? Well, I don’t really get why you’re here and what you’re doing. I’m sorry.” 

“I can’t look at it.”

“Look at what?”

“My masters.”

Silence. You can watch him as he processes what you said. You can also see how he is trying so hard to be supportive.

“Please don’t take it the wrong way, but why? I’m not judging, just having a hard time understanding this correctly.”

You cuddle closer. He always knows exactly what to say. It feels reassuring when he is honest. He might not understand, but he wants to. This is what unconditional love feels like. 

“Whenever I look at it, I feel sick. I fulfilled my biggest dream and I’m happy, but I also feel lost.”

“I see. Now I understand. It’s scary knowing that something as big as college is over, but didn’t you play with the idea of doing your PhDs too?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“See? It’s not over yet if you want to. You have all the choices in the world. You can open your praxis or pursue your doctor’s degree. You have all the possibilities in the world. I’ll support you in any of them.” 

“I guess.”

“Unless that’s what you’re lost with. Do you struggle with deciding?”

“I struggle with accepting the reality that I am something.”

“No, my love”, he gasps.

“I feel unworthy of it. I had this life”, you say, gesturing at the general direction of Paradis. “And now I have a Masters in psychology with chances of becoming a fucking doctor. It’s insane. I shouldn’t have this.”

“Yes, you should”, Jungkook insists loudly, furrowing his brows, “you worked so hard for it. I had to carry you to bed sometimes when you fell asleep by your desk because you were so exhausted from studying. Remember?” 

“Yeah.”

“See? You literally worked your ass off for it. You should have it, for fuck’s sake. You wanted it for years and I won’t let you feel like this now.” 

You and he stop in front of his car. He shakes you by your shoulders gently as if to shake you awake from your self-deprecating nightmare. 

“You’re intelligent, resourceful and hardworking, ambitious and resilient and you got your degree because of that. You are amazing and you worked hard for it. You deserve it.” 

You nod your head, but say nothing to it.

“Okay, my love?”

He looks at you. You look at your feet.

“Okay, my love?” he stresses, caressing your cheek gently.

“Jungkook, I miss my brother”, you confess what truly hurts so bad, instantly breaking into tears.

“Oh ___ my love, I’m sorry. Come here”, Jungkook gasps, wrapping his unoccupied arm around you.

You melt into his chest, sobbing into it while he holds you and comforts you. 

“He and I, we always fantasised about how it would be to become something. He always talked about sending me off to college one day. But he’s dead and he won’t ever see that I actually did it. He’s dead. Why is he fucking dead?”

“Oh my love. I’m sorry. Life is so unfair”, Jungkook gets out, crying with you.

“It hurts so bad. He was supposed to see me off to college and, and see me graduate.”

“He was. He really was”, Jungkook agrees, sobbing afterwards which gives you so much comfort. It feels so reassuring and comforting so cry with him. You don’t even mind crying for negative reasons when he is with you. 

“I feel so guilty. He was supposed to escape this life with me. We were supposed to get healthy and be happy.”

“You were, my love. But it’s not your fault. He wouldn’t want you to feel guilty for changing your life for the better.”

“I know, but it still hurts.”

You look up at Jungkook, spilling tears. He does as well, cradling your cheek.

“He was supposed to know you. He was supposed to walk me down the aisle and, and be happy for me because I fell in love with someone like you.”

Jungkook smiles, sniffling. 

“He was supposed to be there on my happiest days. Why did he have to die?”

“I don’t know and it’s so unfair.”

“It is. He, he was supposed to be there for me on those days. He was…” A sob interrupts you. Jungkook soothes it with gentle touches to your arms. “It hurts so much to know that he won’t ever see who I became. I will always stay this little, drug addicted orphan girl to him. It hurts so bad that I never became someone different to him.”

“No, my love no. I’m sure that his spirit is still somewhere out there and he watched you grow up and become who you are today, my love.”

“Do you really think that?” you ask, looking at him with child-like hopefulness in your eyes.

“I do. I’m sure he is currently looking down at you and he feels proud and happy.”

“I hope so”, you say and lower your head. Tears drip down from your cheeks. “Urgh god, I hate crying”, you get out, wiping at your own face aggressively.

“Hey no.” Jungkook stops you gently. “Don’t. You’ll hurt yourself.”

You look up at him while he holds your hands. He caresses your chin with the same hand, using his thumb for it.

“Let’s go home, okay?” he suggests in a soft voice. 

You nod your head.  

“Come on, I’ll drive.” 

You let him help you into the car. You stare outside as he drives off and you continue to stare outside as he drives through the city. It’s late and it's raining, which means that the streets are almost empty for a change. Jungkook doesn’t have the radio on. The purring of the car and the rain against the window are all the noises you hear. He has his hand on your thigh, giving you constant rubs of comfort. It’s warm and it’s nice.

You and he drove for a while when you break the silence.

“I’m sorry.”

He glances at you.

“For what?”

“For running off without warning. For being so ungrateful for my masters. For dumping all of my stuff on you.”

“I’m not even gonna play into this right now because there’s nothing for you to be sorry for”, Jungkook answers you with slight anger in his voice. He isn’t angry at you, but your self-deprecating use of words.

You hold his hand.

“I’m just so messy and you’re so good”, you confess. 

“You’re tired and you’re exhausted. Today was a very overwhelming day. Don’t believe your thoughts anymore, my love.”

You and he stop at a red light. 

“You love me, right?”

Jungkook instantly leans over to kiss you. First your lips, then your forehead.

“I love you so much”, he whispers, cradling your cheek and gazing deep into your eyes. “I love everything about you, even the messiest and darkest parts. I always have and always will.” 

You can’t bear to look into his eyes anymore, lowering your head shyly. The red light switches from red to green back to red again in the time you and he sit in the car and let his words sink in. The rain sounds calming as it hits the car. 

“What are you thinking right now?” he asks in a quiet, gentle voice. 

“A lot. Grief and guilt and, and… I guess, I’m thinking that I don’t feel overwhelmed anymore now that I talked about it with you.” 

“Yes? This makes me happy to hear. I’ll always be there for you. And I’ll always come and get you from wherever you run off to.” 

He makes you laugh. Jungkook laughs with you, kissing your forehead. The light switches to green. He takes this chance and drives off, holding your hand as he does.

“Jungkook, I wanna take a shower and then talk in bed”, you tell him.

“That sounds good. We’ll shower and then we’ll cuddle and you can tell me all about your brother.”

“But I already told you everything.”

“And? It won’t ever be boring to me.” 

“Oh.” 

A deep breath fills your lungs and as it leaves you again, you feel lighter. You rest your head against the window, looking at him. The rainy night city passes him, the changing lights paint the prettiest of artworks onto his face.

“You’re the best goddamn thing that ever happened to me.”

Jungkook squeezes your hand because that is all he can do right now in fear of looking away from traffic for too long.

“I can say the same about you, my love.”

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

all i ever wanted, all i ever needed (not old enough ch. 8)

pairing: leon x reader

cw: smut, titty-fucking (lol), pregnancy, dubcon for a min bc he is half-asleep for a min, fluff

word count: 4.5k

ao3 link

Over the next week, you watched Leon become progressively more stressed. At this rate, he’d have a full head of gray hair before he officially became a father. The DSO was not keen on the idea of him quitting. It’s not like Leon had a formal contract with them because blackmail isn’t really a matter that concerns itself with legality. “Over my dead body!” he’d say if they told him he’d continue working there, but it wouldn’t be that funny since the death threat had never been redacted per se.

He did his best to keep it away from you, but you heard his phone conversation with Hunnigan from down the hall. Before he’d even begun to raise his voice, you awoke to the sound of him pacing his office. Leon carried his worries with him, and you could hear them in every heavy step that made the hardwoods creak wearily beneath him.

“Well guess what? It’s not your fuckin’ decision to make! It’s my life, not yours.”

You couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, only Leon’s words and his huffing breath in between his sentences.

“No fuck that!” You heard his hands slam onto the wooden desk. “If you really care about me then you’ll let me leave.”

You walked down the hall to check on him, but the door was locked, so you knocked. He flung the door open, and he looked furious for about a second until he fully registered that it was you standing in the doorway.

“Hunnigan, hold on,” he said, much quieter, as he put the phone on the table.

“Hey, baby,” he said, leaning down to hug you, “I’m sorry I woke you up. Do you want me to put you back in bed?”

“No, I just wanted to give you a hug to make you feel better.”

His expression softened and his shoulders relaxed at your words.

“Thank you, baby.” He kissed you on the forehead. “Lemme finish this call and I’ll come see you, okay? And I promise I’ll be quieter.”

“Okay.”

You secretly listened in on his conversation for a minute, but you had to press your ear to the door to hear what he was saying because he did actually try to be much quieter. It was funny to hear him talk so professionally after the way he’d spoken to you all cutesy.

“I’m not talking about it anymore today. I’m on vacation,” Leon said before hanging up without a proper ‘goodbye’.

Leon caught you outside when he opened the door.

“Is someone spying?” he asked playfully.

“No, just passing through,” you lied.

“Mhm,” he hummed and shook his head, but your cuteness succeeded in calming him. 

“Can I help you feel better?” you asked, grabbing at the fabric of his pants.

He took your little hands into his and kissed each one before saying, “not right now, sweetheart.”

“Why not?” you pouted.

“I’m going to do a lap around the neighborhood to get some of my adrenaline out and then I’ll come back, take a shower, and spend the rest of the day with you.”

You nodded, accompanying him back to his room so he could change into athletic clothing before leaving for a jog. At least you got to watch him change. Unfortunately, he did not put on a very entertaining strip show. 

You and Leon hadn’t had sex since he’d gotten home. He was perfect in every single way, more perfect than most men would be if their girlfriend got pregnant unexpectedly - he cooked for you, went out at odd hours to pick up food to satisfy any craving you had, gave you a massage any time you mentioned an ache in your body - except for that kind of ache. You wanted to have sex with him so badly, but he was too worried about you and the baby. You kept reassuring him that as long as he was gentle, nothing bad would happen, but he wouldn’t budge. You’d offered to give him a good-morning blowjob once, but he refused to let you put your knees to the wooden floor. You offered to move to the bed, reminding him that he couldn’t hit your cervix from your throat. His dick wasn’t that big. He wouldn’t accept anything sexual from you, and the frustration was boiling over. 

Whatever. Have it your way, Leon. 

He came back a half-hour or so later and headed straight for the shower. You were more than a little bit disappointed that you weren’t invited. No sex? No shower? Bullshit.

He had to want you, right? He was by your side constantly so you knew he wasn’t getting his rocks off with some other woman, and you hadn’t caught him jerking off either. At some point, his patience and determination to protect you at all costs would have to fall to his arousal.

You devised a plan the minute you heard the shower running. Step one: make yourself look sexy. Your options were limited, so you ended up just brushing your hair and putting on some lipgloss you found in your purse. You only had so much time. Step two: get naked. That one was incredibly simple. You threw your clothes across the room, missed the hamper - whoops! - and lied back in Leon’s bed. Step three: start touching yourself. You weren’t going to make yourself come, but you needed Leon to find you like this, and see how desperate you were for his help.

Seeing Leon with a towel wrapped around his waist, emerge from the bathroom, reminded you of that one lovely afternoon while he was gone. He smiled at you on his way to the closet to get dressed, but did a double-take and quickly backtracked once he realized what he’d walked into.

“Wow,” he said, utterly speechless at the sight of you.

Leon dropped his towel on the floor, not bothering with the hamper, and approached you on the bed.

“I wanna see you,” he said, urging you to open your legs.

Since you’d gotten pregnant, it became progressively more difficult to shave your downstairs area for a multitude of reasons - you were fatigued, and it was exhausting to stand up in the shower and bend yourself into a pretzel to get the razor at the right angle. Then, you started to get a bit of a bump, and even though it was small, it still hindered your ability to bend over as well and to see past your waist. Though you knew any hair down there was completely clean, you felt insecure knowing that you were getting close to a full 70’s-style bush. 

When Leon tried to take your hands away from their resting place, you resisted.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I don’t want you to see it.”

You hadn’t thought this part through. Generally, when you imagined having sex with Leon, you were thinking about his body, more than your own. He was too damn enticing. Unfortunately, if you wanted him to touch you, you’d have to show him the goods.

“Why not?” he asked.

“I haven’t shaved.”

“Okay? And?”

“It’s ugly.”

“I can assure you that you’re wrong.”

“Mm-mm.”

“Fine. Then I guess you’ll just have to finish yourself off here by yourself, won’t you?”

“Leon, wait!”

He turned on his heels and smirked at you.

“It’s just - you already don’t want to fuck me because of the pregnancy and once you see me like this, you’ll probably never wanna fuck me, ever again.”

You knew you were being overdramatic, but you needed to know that he really wanted you. You needed so badly to be needed, especially when Leon was so insistent on being your caretaker.

“First of all, I absolutely want to have sex with you. I just can’t let you get hurt. Second, you clearly don’t know how much I love you, so why don’t you allow me to show you?”

You removed your hands and his smile widened when he finally got a peek. He took the initiative to spread your legs and he didn’t even bother to kiss you on the mouth before he was making his way down to your cunt. You stopped him.

“You gonna let me have a taste of you or not?” he asked, and you sensed a genuine irritation in his voice. 

“But I haven’t shaved.” 

“And I don’t mind one bit.”

Realistically, you knew that meant it - Leon was the type of man to live and die for pussy - but why not fish for a little more flattery? 

“What if you get hair in your mouth?”

“I’ll keep going, happily.”

His mouth hovered just above your clit and he said, “Because this is mine.”

You’d heard of women getting more sensitive during pregnancy, but you didn’t expect it to be anything significant. You were so wrong. Leon’s mouth felt fantastic, like he was touching brand new nerve-endings. Every flick of his tongue had you moaning out his name and tugging at his hair. The moment his lips began to suck on your clit, you came. 

You’d never finished that quickly before. Leon was surprised too, but you wouldn’t have known that because you were off somewhere in oblivion, your consciousness ascended to a higher plane of existence. If only scientists could bottle an orgasm and sell it.  

After you returned to Earth, Leon was sitting back on his knees, still gazing at you with a smile. You could see the mischief lingering in his eyes.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked.

“What if we tried something new?” he asked.

“I’m listening…”

You noticed his eyes locking in on your breasts, and you had an idea of what he wanted.

“I wish there was a less vulgar word for it, but-”

“You want to titty-fuck me?”

“Can I?”

You couldn’t resist his baby blue eyes when he peeled them away from your breasts to plead you.

“Please,” he begged.

“Okay. Tell me what I need to do.”

It only took one look at Leon’s messy hair and puffy lips to convince you to do whatever he wanted. He deserved it all. 

But, he hesitated.

“Have you done it before?” he asked.

“No, but I’ve always wanted to.”

“I assume you’ve fantasized enough to know how it works then?”

His cheeks flushed and he nodded. You couldn’t help but think he looked cute when he was all embarrassed like this, even more so when you looked down and saw precum dripping from his tip.

Leon positioned himself so that his knees were on both sides of your torso. When your little hand wrapped around his dick, it twitched and you struggled not to giggle.

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you. I think it’s cute.”

He pressed your tits together, and admired them for a moment, practically salivating over the sight. He scrunched up his face in contemplation before leaning over to the bedside table and grabbing a bottle of lube, which he rubbed over your tits.

“All I need you to do is keep them pushed together. Can you handle that?”

You smiled and did as he asked, earning a, “good girl” from him. He leaned over you and grabbed onto the headboard while he held his dick with the other. The sight made you wet. Unfair, you thought. You couldn’t touch yourself in this position. When you watched his cock glide between your tits, you understood his fixation.

“They’re so perfect,” he said in a sultry voice, “Can’t believe how big they’ve gotten.”

You were a bit insecure initially about how much they’d grown over the course of your pregnancy, and it was frustrating to have to buy new bras. Every shirt that was even moderately low-cut looked much more provocative now, so nothing seemed appropriate to wear out and about during your day-to-day. But now, knowing how much Leon liked it, you felt a lot better about your new cup size.

You didn’t feel embarrassed about coming so fast when you saw the way Leon was already throbbing and you’d just barely started. Well, you weren’t doing much of anything; Leon was the one thrusting rather erratically between your oiled-up tits. 

He began to babble as he got closer to the edge, “makes me wanna get you pregnant again, gonna give you so many babies, ah, fuck -” 

You leaned your head down and licked the head. It was just the tip of your tongue, but it made Leon’s eyes roll back. With a spew of curses, he came in thick white ropes all over your chest, your chin, even managed to get a bit on your face. It was actually quite impressive if you looked at it from a more analytical standpoint. But mostly it was just sexy, as were most things that Leon did. 

His eyes were wide when he saw your cum-covered self before he collapsed beside you. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought he’d fainted by the way he let himself fall down onto the bed.

With his eyes closed, he said, “Gimme a sec to catch my breath and I’ll clean you up”.

“It seems like you enjoyed yourself.”

“I think that might’ve been the best moment of my life.”

You laughed, “Really?”

“No, I think the first time you told me you loved me was the best, but this is up there.”

“Aw. You’re corny and horny,” you teased, leaning over and kissing him on the nose.

“I think you showing me the ultrasound was one of the best too.”

“You have no idea how happy that makes me. I was so worried you’d leave me or at least be upset.”

“Besides you, I think this little one is already my favorite person, and we haven’t even met yet.”

He gave you a kiss on the belly and whispered, “daddy loves you.”

“What about me?”

“Daddy loves you, too,” he said and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

At your 16 week appointment you were able to find out the sex of the baby. This was not your first time at this office, but somehow there was always one more thing you had to sign or one more card they had to swipe, so you were up at the counter talking to the receptionist while Leon took a seat in the waiting room. 

Another woman, who was much further along than you were, was sitting next to him, trying to reach her purse that was next to her chair, but she was struggling to bend over. Leon noticed and offered to help.

“Excuse me, ma’am, I can get it, if you’d like.”

“Thank you,” she said as he handed her the bag, “I assume you’re here with someone else?”

“Yes, it’s her 16 week appointment.” Leon gestured to you with his head to indicate who you were.

“Aw, that’s awesome. Is that your daughter?”

“Well, we don’t know the gender yet. We should find out today, hopefully, but yeah, son or daughter.”

“ Oh . Okay.” The woman looked mortified, realizing her mistake, though Leon hadn’t noticed what she’d meant yet. 

“Did I say something wrong?” He asked. 

“No, I misunderstood. I didn’t realize you were the father of the baby.” 

“Who else would I be?”

“I thought you were her father.”

“ Her father? Do I look that old?”

You walked over with your completed forms and sat next to Leon, smiling politely at the woman sitting next to him. You had no idea about their interaction until Leon told you later. You assured him that he did not look old enough to be your father.  

You’d met the staff before, but Leon hadn’t yet, so when they called your name and Leon got up with you, the nurse looked confused to see such a young-looking woman with a man in his 40s, but she didn’t say anything about it. 

You were given an ultrasound, but this time Leon was the one holding your hand as you looked at the monitor. 

“Whoa, is that the baby?” you pointed at a little blob on the screen. 

“Yep,” the ultrasound tech confirmed, “That’s the little one.”

“Do we get to know the gender today?” you asked excitedly.

Leon gave your hand a gentle squeeze when he saw your happy face.

“Mm-hmm. I’ll go get the doctor and have her tell you.”

The nurse left you both alone in the room together for a moment. 

“What do you want it to be?” you asked Leon. 

“I don’t care either way as long as the baby is happy and healthy, then I’m happy.”

“That’s what everyone says.”

“I mean it. How about you? Do you have a preference?”

“No, I just want the baby to be healthy, too.”

The doctor walked in with the results in hand.

“Do either of you have any guesses?”

“I think it’s a girl,” Leon said. 

“I think it’s a boy,” you said. 

“It’s a girl,” the doctor said. 

“Told you so,” Leon said, and you didn’t bother giving him a snarky remark because you were overjoyed imagining your baby girl. You hugged him as you began to tear up.

You didn’t have a gender reveal party like all those ‘perfect’ couples on social media did, but that moment in the doctor’s office, holding Leon’s hand was just as good, if not better. Those other girls, rich, popular, with flashy rings on their fingers and a whole flock of friends and family, would never be as lucky as you. Because you had Leon. You almost pitied them. 

Coming up with baby names was harder than you’d thought it would be. You had a list when you were younger, but that had long since disappeared. They’d probably sound silly to you as an adult anyway. You chose to wait until you knew the gender of the baby in an effort to make things a bit easier, but it didn’t seem to do much for you. You were scrolling through lists of names on the internet, listing them off to Leon while he gave some in return.  

“How about Ava?” you suggested.

“Sounds like Ada,” Leon said.

“Faith?”

“We’re not religious.”

“So, I’m guessing Grace is out of the question, too?”

“Could be a middle name.”

“We need a first name, Leon.”

“Okay. How about Lily?”

“Lily Kennedy? I don’t like the way it rhymes.”

“You’re impossible. ”

“This is an important decision. We’re choosing the name she’ll have for the rest of her life.”

“How about Candice?” 

“No, she’ll get that stupid dick joke her whole life.”

“Dick joke?” “You know, ‘can dis dick fit in your mouth’?”

Leon laughed so hard that he got teary eyed. 

“It’s not that funny!”

“Okay, fine. What about Alexa?”

Before you could reject it, you heard, “ I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that, ” coming from the kitchen. You gave Leon a look of amusement.

“Nevermind,” he said.

“ Okay ,” the robotic female voice responded.

“I’m not talking to you!” Leon shouted at her, making you laugh. He was such an old man. 

“How about instead of yelling at her, go turn her off,” you suggested.

“Sorry, I’m not very good at turning women off. I tend to turn them on.”

“You’re so stupid.” You playfully smacked him on the arm, pretending not to laugh at his joke.

“God, this is so hard,” you groaned, leaning back into the couch.

“Hey, babe?”

“Do not say ‘you know what else is hard?’” You mocked his voice. 

“I was not going to say that,” he said, but he was a terrible liar. He got this sheepish look on his face whenever he tried.

“Yes, you were.” 

“You’re no fun,” he pouted.

“I’ll be fun if you can be helpful.”

Leon’s phone vibrated in his pocket. It was funny to watch him struggle to operate a smartphone. He’d resisted getting one until his flip phone finally gave out.

After reading the text he’d received, Leon said, “I forgot. I told Hunnigan I’d turn in Matilda.”

“Matilda! What about Matilda?”

“My gun?”

“For a name. Matilda Kennedy? It’s cute right? We could call her

Tilly or Millie or May.”

He thought for a moment.

“I can’t deny that there is something poetic about it, bringing a life into this world and getting rid of the thing that I used to kill people…”

He trailed off, feeling guilty. It was obvious to you that Leon had to kill to survive in life or death scenarios, but the fact had always remained unspoken. 

“I hate thinking about that,” he said, much quieter now. 

“Don’t think of it like that. You didn’t kill people, you killed zombies . To save actual, living people.” You took his chin in your hand and tilted his face towards yours, making him look you in the eye when you reminded him of the most important thing, “You saved yourself.”

You watched a tear drip down his cheek. When you wiped it away, he took your hand and kissed it. 

“Up until you came into my life, I was living for others - for the people I couldn’t save, for the people I might be able to save. I was living because I felt guilty. I was living out of some duty to others, not because I actually wanted to be here.”

You tried not to cry, but you failed miserably when Leon said, “Now, I’m alive because I love you, and I want to be with you.”

You probably would’ve cried regardless, but the hormonal changes of pregnancy made you ugly cry. You were wiping snot on your sleeve, knowing that the whole box of tissues would be gone in a second if you bothered to go and get them. 

Leon kissed your wet cheeks and then leaned down and kissed your belly. “Most of all, I’m excited that I get to live to meet the much cuter Matilda.”

“So that’s what we’re calling her?” You asked excitedly.

“Yeah, I think it’s perfect, since I’ll need a new sidekick to carry around now that the other Matilda is going away.”

“She’s gonna be your sidekick? What if she’s a mommy’s girl?”

“Nah, she’ll be a daddy’s girl.”

“And I wouldn’t blame her if she was, you are a good daddy.”

“Is someone trying to get daddy’s attention?” Leon looked back up at you with a grin. 

You tried to hide your puffy eyes and red nose, but he pulled your hands away from your face.

“Don’t hide your cute face from me,” he said. He captured your mouth in a kiss with his hands gently placed on your sides. He was so gentle with you, spending the rest of the day cuddling with you on the couch, watching movies and talking about little Matilda. Your little girl was already stealing Leon's attention. You were almost jealous, but you imagined him holding her and just the thought was undeniably cute. She could have all of daddy's attention tonight because you'd get Leon tomorrow. 

The next morning you woke up with Leon pressed up against your back. You could feel his cock hard against your ass. He was sleeping, though. Would it be wrong if you just touched him? You decided it was too far to reach your hands into his sweatpants, but figured he wouldn’t be mad if you just placed your hand over the fabric. He gripped your wrist and it startled you, you were horrified, thinking he was pissed at you for touching him, but he held your hand there, brought it closer.

“Leon?” you whispered, unsure if he was awake or not, but he didn’t respond. 

Your tiny wrist was engulfed by his large hand and you couldn’t get out of his grasp, so you played by his rules and touched him the way his sleepy-self wanted you to. You’d barely done anything when you heard a groan escape his lips. Was he really asleep? “Leon?” you said a bit louder now.

“Mmm, yeah, babe?” he mumbled, eyes still closed.

“Are you awake?” He nodded slightly and murmured what sounded like a ‘yes’.

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“Uh-huh,” he said, clearer, eyes fluttering open.

“Then let go of my wrist.”

He let go and allowed his arm to dangle over you lazily, but you pushed him onto his back so you could get a better angle. Maybe Leon’s brain was fuzzy, but his cock was fully alert that morning. He opened his eyes to find your lips wrapped around the tip of his dick. As usual, Leon wouldn’t let you be the caretaker, so he took charge, peeling you off him - earning a hum of disatisfaction from you - and rolling you onto your side, so that he was spooning you again. You assumed he was going to try to cuddle you back to sleep, but much to your delight, his hands found their way to your panties, snatching them from your body and tossing them across the room. You were left in nothing but one of his old t-shirts, and as one might suspect, Leon’s hands traveled up under the fabric in search of your tits - which weren’t hard to find these days. 

He moaned into the back of your neck while he played with them. It was too bad that Leon only had two hands because he had to forego one breast in order to rub your clit. That was a short lived experience because once he realized you were wet enough for him, he had his dick lined up at your entrance. 

“Please,” he mumbled, as if there was a chance in hell you’d say no.

“Please,” you echoed. 

Leon tried to be gentle, you could tell he was really trying, but god it was hard - he was hard. Which was surprising considering the impressive facial he’d given you the day before. It probably made him more aroused, now that he had an accurate picture in his mind of his cock between your tits. He’d never get over it. Leon was a good man, but he was still a man. 

Leon’s hands were groping your tits again as he fucked you from behind, meaning that you had to do yourself the favor of playing with your clit. It was a small price to pay, and in fact, it was hot to see Leon act so unabashedly selfish that morning. His composure was spent on not knocking too hard at your cervix, so he’d given up on trying to hold back any of his moans. He was usually such a talker during sex, it didn't matter whether it was praise or something naughty, he said more words during sex sometimes than he did at the dinner table. But that morning, few words slipped past his lips, only moans, angelic and lewd all at once. 

“ I love you ,” he said when he came because he was a perv and a sap. 

You’d said something closer to ‘ Oh fuck, daddy! ’, which you hoped relayed the same message. 

You made sure to tell him later, seconds before falling back asleep, “by the way, I love you, too.”

“I know, but I love you more.”

You wanted to argue, but you silently agreed to a truce when your sleepy minds decided to get an extra hour or two of shut eye. You’d gotten a full night's rest, but it was Leon’s vacation, and the DSO was going to have to snatch him out of your arms if they wanted him that badly. 

Because Leon S. Kennedy was yours. 

[decepti-thots]

Ultra Magnus for the headcanon asks, please!

Headcanon A: realistic

I think that while the existence of the Magnus armour stuff is officially only known by a very tiny number of people in Autobot high command, it's not nearly as unknown in an unofficial sense as one might assume, and a not insignificant number of people with some amount of security clearance and/or regular interaction with Magnus know about it and gossip. Obviously we have two concrete canon bits of proof for this (Bumblebee shouldn't know, but was told by at least one Magnus armour wearer, and Ratchet guessed despite never being told), but I think it's gotta be something that over the years has spread enough that it's a little bit of an open secret tbqh. The guy keeps dying and then popping back up with a noticeably different personality. Any medic treating him has the same opportunities as Ratchet to notice. They're robots where the concept of a loadbearer is a clearly known possibility and the propaganda possibility is not that hard to infer! I feel like the number of people who guessed that something was up cannot be anything close to zero, or even just a couple higher ups. Like. It's been gossiped about. You know.

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

Due to spending two years in direct collaboration with Verity, he has a baffling knowledge of the very specific segment of Earth pop culture that appeals to a teenage girl from the USA in like the late 00s/early 10s. Specifically a rebellious nerdy one. He legitimately knows more about it than he ever knew about Cybertronian popular culture. This never comes up until he offhandedly mentions some random thing within earshot of Swerve that is so incongruous it causes him to mentally bluescreen. How the fuck do you know about that Magnus. What the hell.

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

Magnus is going to carry the guilt of dismissing Rewind's insistence Dominus was somehow alive the whole time with him for the rest of his life. The realization that Rewind was right but they confirmed it too late for him to do anything about it until the very second it was too late, in a time and place where Magnus was present and might have been able to make a split second decision that helped if only he was there, must be such a fucking thing for him. Let alone that as Ultra Magnus, if he had believed like Rewind did, he'd have possibly had the resources to get answers much, much earlier, if he'd tried.

Realistically, he had every reason to assume Dominus was dead. Rewind was being unreasonably optimistic, especially when the comic implies that Minimus was cut off from the literal sparkbond they had in a way that in any other situation would be definitive proof Dominus was dead. But he wasn't! And he missed every chance to intervene by like, the tiniest margin. You have to assume that on some level he's got some fucked up feelings about that.

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

I know Roberts said he thinks that Megatron becoming an Autobot without all the code-test stuff that Tailgate went through wasn't an issue because realistically, Megatron would know it back to front. I don't even disagree with him, I absolutely believe that he would, it makes sense. But it's objectively too fucking funny to imagine Magnus putting Megatron through the 'you WILL listen to my three hour lecture on the syntax of this one sentence being Extremely Legally Important' gauntlet and I simply choose to believe this did happen but off-panel and Magnus absolutely kicked his ass about it in terms of sheer Knowing His Shit about it. Way too funny to pass up tbh. Megatron thought he knew and understood it very well (and to be fair: he did, compared to every not-Magnus person), but he got grilled. Magnus quite enjoyed rebutting every single interpretation Megatron had by way of ludicrous pedantry.

[yano2519]

I find that in this fandom we are turning round after round, year for year. Every picture, every interview and ever appearance (whether Sam/Cait or Sam/Tony) will be analyzed and it’s always the same, like push and pull in different directions. Why is this so, even after 10 years and why is it so hard für most here to accept that they never were a couple and that everything they said in the IFH was true? Is it be most here are too romantic so what is it? Even after so many years here, I can’t pinpoint what is the reason for.

I've always found it funny that the IFH serves as confirmation for so many different theories. - They're not together - They're together, but have to deny it - He loves her, she doesn't love him - He’s gay, she just served as his cover - They had an affair, then she meets the love of her live and since then it’s over - They were naive in their dealings with each other in the early days, that is now being rectified - She now has a serious relationship and in order not to hurt her boyfriend, it is important for her to make it clear that she and Sam are not a couple.

I mean come on, this was an official interview during OL promo and not a serious personal one with a acknowledged and professional journalist for times magazine.

So let’s all that put aside and see one simple fact.

Have you ever heard of two actors confirming their relationship in a promo interview? The general statement is always the same "We are friends"

And that’s legitimate because let’s be honest, even as an actor you have a right to privacy (although many seem to forget that) and what is more private and personal than your relationships status.

So no, the IFH proves absolutely nothing.

What says something is your body language, which happens naturally and can only be controlled to a limited extent. In general, however especially in situations when you are surprised by questions, you do not expect to be observed or you act contrary to your natural feelings or feel uncomfortable.

It's the same as having your picture taken at work with your boss shaking hands and smiling, even though he's one of the most unpleasant people for you. You're smiling, but it's obvious that it's not real.

I guess that’s the reason why most are here, because we see that something doesn’t fit and it‘s different from what we are told.

Why this still interests us years later - quite honestly, I have no idea!

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Can you please make a part 2 of Old flame?

Old Flame II

Summary: In an attempt to get under Billy's skin Bullet Club Gold interrupts The Acclaimed to request a trios title shot. During the confrontation, Austin and Colten bring up Y/n and how Billy is secretly in love with her after all these years. What happens when Y/n runs into Austin and Colten after Dynamite and learns that the words exchanged were indeed true.

Part 1 Part 3 Main Masterlist Billy Gunn Masterlist

Word count: 1092

Yn’s pov

When I signed with AEW I knew that would mean I would be working with my ex. That idea never bothered me, it had been so many years I had almost completely forgotten about it. I wouldn’t even call him my ex because we never officially dated, we were just friends that slept together. Billy got married, had two children and moved on like I did. Shortly after we split I got the opportunity to move across the world to work in Japan and I jumped at the opportunity. Even though Billy and I were never an item when I told him I was moving to Japan it was almost as if I was handing him divorce papers. I had never seen him in such a state, he thought he was the one who made me move but the job opportunity was just a pure coincidence. 

“Y/n, you don’t have to do this. Please stay, stay with me” Billy begged as he held onto me as if he was drowning and I was a life preserve. “I’m sorry but I can’t pass up this opportunity” I told the poor man. “If you really want you can move with me?” I knew he would never say yes but I had to at least throw the idea out there. “You know I can’t do that” he told me. “You have to let me go, Billy. It’s not like we are dating, you did that to yourself. You can call me if you need anything even with a 14-hour time difference” With that I left, hopping on a plane wondering if I was making the right decision. 

Fast forward 30 years here I am in AEW. Japan taught me many things, although I did spend some time wrestling I was more focused on writing. I became a creative director and producer for some of the big leagues in Japan. During that time I had a daughter and met many different people, people who I would be friends for life with. That was how I ended up in AEW. The forbidden door PPV brought me back to the States where I decided I would stay, signing with AEW. 

It was weird when I first saw Billy for the first time after so many years. I knew he was there but seeing him in person was a whole different story. He was more attractive now and more muscular if that was even possible. Billy and I didn’t spend too much time with each other as we were both busy but I did spend a lot of time with his sons. When Austin and Colten asked if I could help train them I accepted the offer, training the two of them with my daughter Ashley. At first, I found it weird how many questions Austin kept asking about my relationship with his father but just ignored it. It wasn’t until I heard the words exchanged between Bullet Club Gold and The Acclaimed that I got it. All of these invasive questions were to get under Billy’s skin. It was a smart idea but I didn’t know how it was relevant. 

 After the show, I ran into Austin and Colten Gunn to which I asked them about their choice of words on dynamite. “You know what we said was true right?” Colten asked me

“What do you mean by that?” “I mean my dad is still in love with you!” I was shocked by what I was hearing. “What?” I asked in disbelief  “It’s true” Austin said “I mean just look at the guy. Since the moment you stepped in here, he hasn’t shut up about you. Have you seen our mom, she looks like a bad ripoff of you” The more I thought about it I guess it made sense. He was quite upset after the whole incident, more than I was. Although the mention of Billy getting with someone with similar features as mine was funny, I didn’t think it was true. That it was until I saw a picture. “See! I told you, the same person!” Colten said to me as I looked at the photo in my hands. Sure we both had Y/h/c hair and Y/e/c eyes but I would say that was a coincidence. 

“I think this is a bit far-fetched don’t you think? That’s also mean to your mom, I’m sure she’s a nice person” I told the boys. “I don’t like my mom. I like my dad more and that’s saying something” Austin told me. “Yeah, I wish you were my mom. Billy even showed us all of your old matches when we were little. He talked about you a lot. I think my mom was jealous, that’s why she dipped” Colten confessed. 

This was a lot of information for me to process. Sure I was in a similar situation, being a single mom after Ashley’s father couldn’t handle the wrestling lifestyle. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to throw myself at Billy like I was back in my 20s. Sure it was nice to see Billy again, age served him well. He was way different than I remembered. He was more mature, wiser, he was kinder and everyone liked him. The Billy Gunn I remembered was an Ass man. People were jealous of him, women threw themself at him, he had an attitude and bad temper he was a walking red flag but I knew deep down inside was a good guy. 

This Billy Gunn was Daddy Ass. He was respected, looked up to, and a mentor. He was kind to people, going out of his way to make young talent feel welcome. His title of “Daddy” Ass was accurate as he just had this “Daddy” aura to him. Not in a DILF way but a Daddy way. An overprotective kind soul, the guy I knew was hiding under the cockiness he had during his youth. 

I didn’t know what to do with this new information. If Billy was in love with me he should be the one to tell me, not his sons. “I think it’s getting late don’t you think. We can chat more about this next week at your next session. If what you told me is true it should be your dad telling me this not you. Good night boys” I told them as I left the arena. I didn’t even notice that I angrily stormed past Billy until I heard him calling my name. Stopping me in my tracks. 

[tatasoom]

PREVIEW IS RAISING PAINFUL FAMILY ISSUES

Maybe the most hard to write analysis, because I totally understand topics like divorced parents, hardworking mother, problematic older brother and all those psychological little things someone probably didn't even notice. Day's family is like trigger bingo for me and that's... interesting.

1. Let's start with the most controversial part.

Day and Mhok will come back home, I guess MUCH later than they planned and also with bad news about Day's eyes condition. Many people keep writing about Day's mother being too harsh, that she's always busy making money and can't understand how much Mhok loves Day.

You can see that in this scene every character has tears in their eyes. They all have their own truth as well.

Day loves Mhok and wants to be more independent and he's right.

Mhok loves Day and want to take care of him and he's right.

Day's mother loves Day and want him to not be hurt and she's right.

That's why this scene is so heartbreaking.

We already know about Mhok and Day's love, but look at Day's mother perspective! She was officially married, gave birth to two boys and still that wasn't enough for that man not to leave her for another woman letting her and her sons craving for food. Now you want this woman to accept that her completely blind younger son has a romantic relationship with a man she barely knows. Not even mentioning Mhok's background and financial status. For her the word "love" will never ever be enough to agree with this whole situation.

So Mhok wants to quite (and that is also right), Day can't bare the thought of loosing him even for a day now that he knows how it feels to love and be loved. P'MHOK PROMISED HE WON'T LET GO OFF OF DAY'S HAND will think Day of course. However things has already changed and Mhok will be standing outside the door:

Mhok was allowed to join this family sometimes on definite terms. Day's mother already told him that there're only three of them and those who breakes this rule is not welcomed anymore.

And for those who thinks Day and Mhok is gonna break up. Nah, not these guys. They'll be together next episode.

2. Begin again

I really appreciate the idea of giving Mhok a chance to change his life completely. When talking about Last Twilight being a series that gives hope we need to mention that no person is qualified for only one job. No matter how old are you, no matter what you studied in the uni, you can find something new you really like to do and make it your job.

Btw, could you think of that Mhok who aggressively fixed a chair becoming a chef?! The best plot twist ever haha

Also need to mention the bag in Day's hand. I have a strong feeling that Day can leave home after arguing with his mother (not blame both of them actually).

3. Love love love

It's not Last Twilight if we don't have some funny and bright scenes after some angst like rainbow after the rain.

They're in love, your honor!

It's pretty interesting that Day is painting something after meeting his father (who's an artist). Did you know that visually impaired people can be painters too?

This scene also gave us a lot of BTS shots, so we can assume that Night and Phojai will be somehow there with Day and Mhok, yay!

I like her Kiss t-shirt, she's a badass!

4. Another scene?

Now I want to tell you something about the scene we didn't see in a preview, but already have some hints for it.

One of the most beautiful picture in the whole series. Do you remember the bag? It's here, right beside Day!

I can't show everything with screenshots (and too lazy to make gifs so really appreciate everyone who makes it), but Mhok looks kinda sad listening to Day in this scene. Maybe Day needs to go back home? Oh maybe they just discussing some serious things? Who knows!

And that's all for this episode 10.

I don't like the idea of having ep 11 curse after having already like four or even more heart wrenching episodes... However we still didn't see that crying Mhok from the trailer. And moreover there's another hint for something terrifying, we just don't know yet if it's future or past. I don't think I'm ready for this sh*t if it's gonna happen later. Once I've noticed it I can't stop thinking of this moment and also can't make myself to discuss it. Let's just trust in P'Aof. And prepare some money for going to Thailand.

Thank you for reading!

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[softquietsteadylove]

Ahhhh second first date! Second first date! Of course i need to know how it goes!!

"And the server was definitely super jealous of me."

Thena laughed again. That was all she'd been doing since they left the house, she was quite sure. Since Gil 'picked her up', that was to say.

It was very sweet. He had showed up at her guest room door, dressed up and with a charming smile, even making an attempt to look nervous. He asked if she was ready, offered his arm; he was the perfect gentleman for their first date.

Her second chance.

Of course she had to know more about their first-first date. And Gil was happy to elucidate her once she insisted enough that telling her that much would not cause her brain to catch fire (as the doctor seemed to have implied in some way).

"But it was a nice dinner, then I walked you back to where you were staying at the end of the beach," he recounted, his eyes completely starry. "I had never gotten to actually have a romantic walk on the beach, before. Total bucket list stuff."

"It sounds lovely," she remarked mildly, without much choice with no memory of it for herself.

"The moon was out and everything, and it looked really pretty with your hair and your white dress, and the shawl thing-y you had on over it." Gil gestured vaguely to simulate the flowing garment she had worn over her bare shoulders. It certainly painted a picture, and she was quite sure she knew what he was referring to, having glimpsed a long white shawl in their closet.

She tried not to laugh too hard, mindful of the gentle atmosphere of the bakery. The tables were really just for people waiting for orders. They didn't have a fancy coffee machine, or an official barista. But Gil did bring out cups of real, boiled hot cocoa from the back--a secret only for their own, of course. They were waiting on their fresh baked pastries to come out and cool.

"I was so distracted by you that I didn't even realise when we were back at your doorstep," he sighed, but his comedic tone faded. He looked at her more softly, leaning his cheek against his hand. "I told you flat out that I was having such a good time I wished you were staying further away."

Thena attempted to laugh into her mug, this time.

"You laughed at it then, too." He sounded more wistful now. "But I told you I was serious and asked if I could see you again. I don't know why you were so surprised."

Probably because she had never been one to be asked out by someone like him. Men, sure, but not very sweet, very funny, very honest gentlemen like Gil. Just...men. She wasn't approachable enough for someone as sweet and charming as Gil.

She still thought that, to a degree.

"But you agreed, and I asked if I could kiss you too," he at least smiled at this part of the story, although his longing for the past remained. "You said I didn't have to ask, which wasn't a yes, but I guessed I was supposed to read between the lines."

Again, the Thena in the story and Thena herself in the present were different people. But she felt her stomach clench faintly at the idea.

"I did kiss you," Gil sighed, returning to his lighter, more jovial tone. "And it totally blew my mind. I mean if I wasn't in love with you already, that would'a done it."

"Gil," she admonished lightly, partly laughing and partly sheepish at the description of this passionate kiss she couldn't remember at all.

"What?" he chuckled before taking a sip of his own hot chocolate. "You wanted to know. And that date changed the rest of my life, sweetheart."

She liked it when he called her that. She nodded, looking down at her mug. "I suppose I did. It's a nice story."

"Yeah," Gil concluded, although his sigh felt a little heavier.

She still didn't have any memories of her own to contribute. But she attempted to jump over that wave of guilt, trying to put a smile back on his handsome face. "What was our second date like?"

He clearly knew what she was trying to do, but he kept quiet about it at least. He pulled himself up in his seat and started his next story. "Well, we were still on vacation. I asked a little more about you, and you at least told me you were an artist, and you were there on leave because you found teaching wasn't really your thing."

Thena winced faintly. She was sure that was an understatement. She did have memories of teaching before moving to their current residence, and none of them made her glad to have them instead of memories of Gil.

"I told you that I had been a boxer in college, and that I was just working some boring office job and also wanted," he paused to shrug and make a face, "a change of scenery."

They were both in the midst of becoming different people when they met. How fascinating, Thena mused. Although she was quite sure Gil had always been sweet and charming and funny. Just a feeling.

"It was actually you, on that date, who asked what I liked to do for fun," he admitted much more quietly. He looked down at the table, picking at a chip in the lacquer. "I told you I liked baking and you said I could try working part time in it, just to see if I liked it enough to make it my job."

"It sounds like something I would suggest," she agreed. It was hard to imagine the man she knew now doing anything else, really. Although it was almost funny to imagine him stuffing those muscles of his into a regular office suit.

"I said I'd give it a try," he chuckled, reaching for her hand. She gave it reflexively, sense memory knowing Gil much better than her own mind. He kissed her knuckle. "And now I have the best job in the world."

She smiled down at their adjoined hands as well, feeling as if the weight of the world were on top of them. "The date, Gil?"

"Right, right," he chuckled, allowing her to move the story away from the more emotional of the topics. "Well, you suggested that, and I asked about your art some more. And since the restaurant looked kind of full, and I didn't think that was your scene, I asked if you wanted to walk along the boardwalk a little first."

"We walked by a bakery there, and you asked me what everything was, since I was 'the expert' and all."

That also sounded like something she would say; Thena attempted not to roll her eyes at herself.

"I pointed out the regular stuff," he shrugged and even looked at the pastry cases in front of them in the moment. "Croissants, cupcakes, they had some tarts. You asked about one in particular."

Thena tilted her head as he paused, but she leaned back as he did, having been so sucked into the story that she didn't even notice Ajak coming over with two small plates.

"Thanks," Gil smiled at the petite woman, obviously familiar with her.

"Thank you," Thena added, keeping her eyes on the woman who only smiled and waved in response. Ajak knew her, Thena was aware, but Gil had been determined that they could meet formally when Thena felt more ready to reintroduce those parts of their life to herself.

"This is called a petit four, just a small cake," he chuckled, turning his own plate so she could admire the little dessert from all sides. "It's pretty old school, but you asked me about it when I pointed it out to you. I bought one so you could sample it, even though you told me not to."

Thena eyed the little dessert. It seemed to be vanilla, small and glazed completely white. There was something on the top of it.

"I add just a little sea salt to mine. Call it a secret ingredient."

It was just a hint of salt, but it sank into the sweetness immediately. Just like on that day five years ago, she had tasted the saltiness of the ocean air around them as she took a bite. She could remember the wind on her skin, and how warm Gil's hand was in contrast. The smell of the little shop and the breeze around them, and Gil's cologne wafting gently over to her.

Thena whipped her head up at him. He blinked at her sudden movement but didn't say anything. He was trying to read the expression on her face.

She didn't have any other memories of it. Just that one moment had jumped out at her as she had tasted that same taste--perhaps an improvement upon it. She could remember Gil's smile as she had told him that she liked it.

"You promised."

"Hm?"

She blinked, trying not to cry over a silly little cake. "You promised you would make me one sometime. I told you I expected it to be better, since you were indeed, 'the expert'."

Gil teared up immediately. Of course he did, the gentle hearted giant. "Y-You-"

She looked down at her cake again, the pressure immediately mounting. "It's just that one moment. I can't remember past that. But-"

Thena startled as he launched from his seat across the tiny cafe table from her. He caught her lips at a funny angle, but they both tasted like chocolate and vanilla and sea salt. Her eyes fluttered.

"Sorry," he chuckled, offering a sheepish grin as he seated himself, ignoring the worried glances of other bakery patrons. "Couldn't help myself."

"Hm," she pursed her lips faintly, and he returned to his cake, unable to keep himself from staring at her. She dabbed at her lips, resisting the urge to fan herself. She still had her coat on, but it felt far too hot now in their little corner by the window. "Whatever happened to asking?"

"You told me I didn't have to ask."

[awakefor48hours]

Blue Birds And Fire

[AO3] || [Fanfiction.net]

Rating: Teen and Up Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug x Avatar The Last Airbender Relationship: Azula/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, (more will be added as the story progresses) Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Fallen Hero Marinette, (kinda surprised that's not a tag already), Lesbian Azula (Avatar), Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Abusive Relationships, Marinette Dupain-Cheng as Princess Justice, Profanity, i will be adding more tags as this fic progresses, So look out for that, Fallen Hero x Villain, (surprised that's not a tag already) Chapter: 1/??

Summary: Years after being a villain, Princess Justice, AKA Marinette, has arrested for her numerous crimes but worst of all, the love of her life has abandoned her. Now she's off to reset her life.

Babe, happy one year of azulanette. I got you the first ever multichapter fic to celebrate.

Jokes aside, it’s officially been one year since I looked at Marinette and Azula standing next to each other and thought to myself “wouldn’t it be funny if I started shipping these two.” Where did the time go? I’ve been really trying to write more azulanette fics and I finally have time now that I quit my job (yay). I hope you enjoy this fic but before I get into it, here’s some information that I want to establish in the story organically but in case it's not clear:

This story takes place in an alternate version of Earth, so it's not really ML or ATLA. 

In this universe, superheroes and supervillains exist

Azula and Marinette are 25

Tartarus is a maximum security prison specifically designed for super villains

Like in the ML Paris Special, Marinette and Alya never met

Azula is Japanese

Marinette is buff because I said so

For nearly a decade, Flairmidable and Princess Justice have been named Paris’s most dangerous couple. Everyone knew that on a whim, they would cause chaos and destruction wherever they went and they loved it. 

Tonight was no different. The two of them were running along on the rooftops until Flairmidable stopped running. 

He was looking down and had a large grin appear on his face. “How pissed do you think we’d make the heroes if we stole 10,000€ in diamonds?”

She looked down and saw what he was looking at. It was a jewelry store and even in the middle of the night and this far away, she could see how shiny they were. “Very!”

That was all they needed before jumping down in front of the store. Flairmidable walked towards the entrance, Princess Justice tried to follow him but he stopped her. That’s when he told her, “Stay out here, my love. Make sure no one bothers me until I get out.”

“Okay,” was all she said before standing guard. She heard him pick the lock then open the door. She wanted to go with him but he told her to stand guard, so she stood guard. She didn’t know how long he was going to take, so she worried about getting bored. Fortunately for her, she wouldn’t have to wait long enough to get bored. 

She heard a light thud from behind her, she didn’t even need to turn around to know it was Hesperia. He was the only hero who would go after her but she wasn’t worried, it had been three years and he still hadn’t caught them.

She didn’t know Hesperia’s secret identity but he was older than her, she guessed that he was old enough to be her dad which only made his inability to catch her and Félix that much more pitiful. If she had to describe his suit, she would say monochrome. His superhero suit was very purple. His dress shirt, jacket, pants, dress shoes, gloves, they were all purple. The only slight variation being his mask, which was still purple but a darker purple and it covered half of his face in a butterfly silhouette. 

“Princess Justice, tonight, your days of crime are over. I’m bringing you in.”

That wasn’t the first time she heard that line and she knew it wouldn’t be the last but that didn’t change the gravity of the situation. She was still on guard and needed to keep Félix safe, a battle was on the verge of happening and she needed to be ready for anything. 

“I don’t know if you have a clock but you only have seventeen minutes until midnight. You really think you’re gonna capture me in those seventeen minutes.” He looked annoyed, which was good, that meant his attention was more on her. 

“If seventeen minutes is all I got, then seventeen minutes it shall be.” That was weird, there was something off about him today and she didn’t like it. She tried to think of ways to handle this. It’s not like she could goad him into following her, this was an impulsive decision, they didn’t have a rendezvous point planned. It’s also not like she could stall, he seems pretty hellbent on capturing her today, which was strange. She had no idea how to handle this situation but she had to think of something and think of it fast.

That led to her mouth working faster than her brain. “I bet your wife has never gotten those seventeen minutes.” She hated that she said that and would be kicking herself later but now’s not the time for that. 

Her foot was already in her mouth, she was too embarrassed to think properly, and the words were out of her mouth, therefore out of her control, she couldn't do anything about it now. Time to fight.

She grabbed the scepter she kept around her waist, and held it up so that it was parallel to her arm and the blue bird design on top. She took a fighting stance and Hesperia seemed to understand this and followed her lead and brought his staff up in a fighting position. One moment, they were having an intensive staring contest, daring the other to move. Next moment, they clashed head on with each other, their respective weapons clashed with a loud bang, making this a battle of physical strength, something that they were both good at, but Hesperia had the height advantage, he forced his body to position right above her, using gravity to his advantage.

She had to concede this first blow, so she backed away and weakened her grasp on her scepter. This caused Hesperia to stumble and almost fall. 

Princess Justice was going to get him in their next clash. All she had to was– 

Before she could finish her thought, Hesperia grabbed her scepter out of her weak grasp. He looked at it the same way a child looks at candy then ran away with it. No one has ever done anything like that before and it left her dumbfounded for a moment until she yelled to no one in particular "what the hell?!" Once the confusion had passed through her, she realized that she needed to go get it. It's not like she couldn't make another scepter but they were a pain to make so might as well chase after the grown man playing keep away.

She followed him and saw that he kept glancing back at her. What was his plan? Why was he acting like this? 

Hesperia then made a sharp right and leaped onto the building tops. She almost didn't follow him but then she remembered how long it takes just to make the blue bird design and kept following him. She really wanted to know what his deal was today. She made the same right that he did. Just as she made the turn, the blink of an eye, Princess Justice felt her wrists bound by handcuffs and two large hands grab her shoulders. She couldn’t believe it, she had been caught. After all these years of being on the run, she was finally caught. 

She turned her head to see who grabbed her and couldn’t believe who it was. She almost wanted to curl into a ball of shame, it was her old partner. “Cat Noir?” She hadn’t seen him in a while, she actually thought that he quit, but apparently he still went on nightly prowls. He was standing perfectly behind her so she couldn’t get a good glimpse at him but from what she could, he still looked the same, short blond hair, bright green eyes, the only difference seemed to be in his costume. She couldn’t get a good look at it but it was still its normal black bodysuit but there were hints of purple in it. “Did you put the bell and ears back on just for me? How thoughtful.”

He avoided looking at her and tried to keep a stoic face. “Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“It’s not like I’m resisting, I’m just trying to make conversation.”

She was met with silence and couldn’t help but feel sad. She might’ve been on the other side of the law but that shouldn’t mean anything for Cat Noir. He’s always loved to joke around, getting to be quiet was rare. She was about to try again but then noticed that Hesperia jumped down. He lifted his staff and Princess Justice noticed a black butterfly, one of Hesperia’s kamikos, fly towards him. That’s when she realized that this is how Cat Noir was able to grab her the way that he did and why his suit has hints of purple. She would be impressed if it wasn’t so annoying. 

After collecting his kamiko, he started walking towards them. Princess Justice knew heroes well, meaning she was about to be forced to listen to a monologue that she was not excited to hear. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, AKA Princess Justice,” Hesperia announced as he ripped her blue bird mask off her face, “you are under arrest. For your numerous crimes including robbery, arson, identity theft, disturbing the peace, kissing in the train station which is apparently a crime, murder-”

“It was actually an attempted murder, the bomb never went off. Get your facts straight.” She then stuck out her tongue at him. 

Hesperia’s face turned red with anger. “It was a murder. The bomb detonated after you left and it killed three people!”

“Fine then, attempted manslaughter.” She flashed a grin at him. 

“There’s no such thing!” His face only got more red. 

“Sir,” Cat Noir said, trying to steer the conversation back. First he resisted joking around with her and now he was acting as the responsible one? Maybe this isn’t the Cat Noir that used to be her partner. 

“Right, for your many crimes. You are sentenced to spend the rest of your life in Tartarus prison.”

Any other criminal would be scared to hear this news. Being sentenced to Tartarus at the hands of a hero like Hesperia and Cat Noir sounded straight out of a children’s comic, a perfect and happy ending, but Marinette couldn’t focus on that because of Hesperia’s face. He was so angry and she’s never seen a person’s face get that red in all her life. “After all these years of trying to capture me and you mess up your big moment. How embarrassing for you!” Hesperia’s face somehow grew even more red. “Besides, you might’ve captured me but I know my prince. He’s gonna get me out of there before the week is over. Just you wait.”

It had been two months since Marinette had been in Tartarus and she hated being there. Everything there was much worse, her schedule wasn’t in her hands, she wasn’t allowed to wear her usual clothes and the ones that were provided for her were uncomfortable, and she had to eat terrible food. It went against everything that she was used to and it made her life that more miserable. What she considered to be the biggest inconvenience are the power dampening bracelets. Even though she didn’t have any powers of her own, she was still classified as a supervillain, meaning she was forced to wear the bracelets that didn’t do anything besides get in her way.

The other prisoners definitely didn’t make her life easier. Marinette put a lot of criminals in Tartarus when she was Ladybug and even though she gave up her life as Ladybug years ago, these people could hold grudges for a lifetime. This meant Marinette had to keep her head on a swivel at all times. 

But what Marinette considered to be the worst part about her time in prison is that she couldn’t be with Félix. They both promised to be with each other until the end of time, meaning he would be coming for her. She just had to wait for him, so he could break her out. 

That left her now. Sitting at a table during lunch time, picking her food, mentally preparing herself for what it may have tasted like. 

“Marinette, he’s not coming.” There was only one person in Tartarus that would ever have a casual conversation with Marinette so she didn’t need to look up to know it was Azula.

Marinette kept stabbing her food as she angrily said “yes he is. He promised to be with me forever.”

“You’ve been saying that since you got here two months ago. He’s not coming, you’re just making yourself miserable.” Azula’s words lingered in Marinette’s head. She wanted to spit out an angry what do you know? but Azula and Marinette had been talking for years. At this moment, Marinette hated to admit it, Azula did know. But she was still wrong. After everything that she and Félix had through together and picking each other up, there’s no way that he would just abandon her now when she needed him.

“He promised me that we would be together forever, so I’m gonna wait, right here for him.” Marinette glanced through her eyelashes and it seemed as if Azula wanted to say something but kept it to herself. 

Félix was coming for her. He just needed more time.

Another month passed and it was that time of the day when prisoners were allowed outside, Marinette liked to walk around but before she could get to the path she typically took, she was stopped by people who she assumed were twins, seeing as they looked identical. 

“We’ve been waiting quite a while for this day, Ladybug.”

“My name is Princess Justice and I have no idea who you are.” She used to keep track of the villains she put behind bars but when she became a villain herself, she stopped. It seems that it made her memory hazy on names and faces. 

One of the twins took a swing at her but Marinette moved her torso and dodged easily. The other twin tried to swing at her and Marinette dodged again easily and leaned down. Marinette then grabbed the older twin’s arm and pulled her down, causing both the twins to fall over. 

This wasn’t the first time she had been thrown into an impromptu 2v1 with people bigger than her, just use the combined weight of both opponents against each other, it never fails. Another advantage she had is that everyone else here wasn’t used to fighting without their power, meaning everyone was at a disadvantage except Marinette. 

They all brawled with each other for about a minute until a swarm of prison guards came over. 

“Break it up!” A prison guard yelled as several of them swarmed around them. Marinette didn’t want to start any more trouble so she just put her hands in the air and backed away from the twins. The twins were handcuffed and were dragged away by four guards while one stood next to her. After what felt like years, she was finally allowed to stand up again, with no help from the guard, and decided that she didn’t want to go on her walk as usual today. 

More time had passed since that day, three months to be exact, but Marinette still held onto hope. She had been in Tartarus for five months now but love is powerful. Sure she missed her birthday and their anniversary due to her time in prison but they would be reunited at some point. Besides, distance makes the heart grow fonder, as they say, this means when they get back together, their relationship would be better than ever. 

There she sat, like clockwork, she was picking at her food before getting hungry enough to eat it. That was the plan at least until another prisoner slapped her lunch tray away. 

Marinette looked up and made eye contact with Azula. Marinette shot Azula a look of annoyance for the situation before facing her fellow inmate. 

After being constantly harassed by other inmates, Marinette stopped trying to remember their names. There were too many of them and it wasn’t worth it. Instead she just used the inmate’s numbers to identify them. This inmate’s number was 080924, meaning that her name was Inmate 080924. 

“Ladybug.”

“That’s not my name anymore. I’m Princess Justice! Why can’t you guys get that through your skulls?”

Inmate 080924 leaned closer to her, trying to intimate her. “You put me in here seven years ago.”

“Is that when you first started maturing?”

Inmate 080924 leaned back, keeping her mouth shut and Marinette felt relieved. She tried not to start trouble but escalating situations was an old habit of hers and the people here are always looking for a reason to fight back. 

Marinette was ready for their interaction to be done and was about to leave her alone until she said something. 

“With a mouth like yours, I’m not surprised your prince charming decided to leave you here.”

That made Marinette feel a rage she hadn’t felt in years. Pure blinding rage. Despite the tsunami of anger that was in her mind, she managed to keep herself calm. Her face was neutral, almost like nothing had happened. She just turned around to grab her tray behind her. 

“Look at that, I finally got her to-” Those were the last words to leave her mouth before Marinette turned around, with her tray in hand, and slammed it against the inmate’s jaw. She could tell by the force of the impact and sound that she broke her jaw. 

“Look at that, I got you shut up!” Marinette retorted. 

That started a fight between the two of them. Marinette was used to ending fights quickly but not this time. She wanted to take her time with this one. 

It didn’t take long for prison guards to swarm the area and various shouts of “no fighting” rang through the air but Marinette didn’t care. She didn’t care about insults about herself but disrespecting Félix was personal. She kept dodging elbows and fists while throwing out her own. It was rowdy and chaotic for about another minute until all the lights suddenly shut off and a loud buzz rang through the cafeteria.

Marinette could hear the other inmates collapse with a thud, almost one by one, in seconds and she knew that the room was filling up with sleeping gas. 

Inmate 080924 fell asleep in her grasp and she knew that she couldn’t fight the gas for long. No matter how hard she tried to blink the sleep out of her eyes, every part of her body was screaming to go to sleep and that was a fight she lost in ten seconds as she also collapsed to the floor. 

Marinette woke up with a start. She felt like she was in danger but when she realized she was in her cell, she tried to calm herself down. This wasn’t the first time that the prison guards used the sleeping gas nor would it be the last but she hated it everytime. The effects only lasted for an hour but it always felt like more, making it harder to keep track of what time it is. Another terrible side effect is headaches. Marinette couldn’t tell if the sleeping gas or the fact that she would always fall or if the prison guards didn’t handle her gently when she was asleep but the headaches were horrible. 

Either way, Marinette still persisted. All these inconveniences, all this pain, it was going to be worth it. When Félix comes for her and they’re reunited. Any one of these days now. 

Today marked the six month anniversary of Marinette’s time in Tartarus and the days were only getting harder. 

Ever since Marinette broke Inmate 080924’s jaw, the other inmates learned just how to get under her skin. Practically every day, someone would say something horrible about her relationship and every time she lost control and fought them. She still never lost a battle but she spent several days in solitary confinement, bloodied, hungry, lying on the floor, just counting the minutes until Félix would save her. 

She was getting frustrated but she couldn’t allow herself to get mad at Félix. She was stuck in Tartarus, it’s not like just anyone could break in and it’s not the end of the world, the love she had for Félix made her tough and this pain that she went through made it easier to eat the food they served. No matter what, their relationship could survive anything. Even half a year apart and even when people are destroying her body. It was depressing but it wasn’t permanent. 

That left Marinette where she is now. In bed, trying to relax but that was when she 

Her cell door opened and Marinette happily ran out and saw the chaos in front of her. Most of the prisoners had broken out of their handcuffs and were using their powers freely. This must finally be it, all that waiting wasn’t for naught. Fèlix was finally here to get her out. 

She looked around on where he might be but was met with Azula making her way

“Look, I told you he’d come for me!”

“Actually, I did this.”

“What?”

“Yeah, got myself in trouble, overpowered the guards, took off my handcuffs, then started this riot.” Marinette was dumbfounded. It had been six long months since she was originally put in prison and in just one morning, Azula managed to do what she had been hoping for by herself. “Anyway, let’s go. This riot won’t distract the guards long before they activate the sleeping gas again.”

Azula tried to lead the way out but Marinette took a step back. Slowly walking back to her cell. “I really appreciate this but I think… I think I’m just gonna stay here, just in case Flairmidable comes here later today. It is the crack of dawn, after all. He’s probably just waiting until tonight to come get me.”

Azula followed her back to her cell. “Marinette…” Marinette opened her hand, she didn’t recognize what she was holding but it released a gas she could recognize very well at this point. “I’m sorry but you’ll thank me later” were the last words that Marinette could hear. 

The familiar smell of sulfur filled Marinette’s nose and she knew that she had maybe five more seconds of consciousness left in her body. She had to think of something quickly. She had to figure out how to stay so that way Félix could find her. She was still in her cell meaning if she was quick enough, she could use her bedsheets to tie herself to the cell bars. 

She turned her head to look at her bed but it was already too late, she had already fallen asleep. 

First ever multi-chapter azulanette fic, let’s go and I forgot to publish this on time. I’m excited for this and I really want this fic to be understandable if you haven’t seen ML or ATLA. I don’t know how good this’ll be but that’s why we experiment. Another part of this experiment is that I’m going full ADHD with this. Meaning I have notes for this fic, I know how I want it to end, but that’s it. The rest I’m figuring out along the way (and in true ADHD fashion, I forgor to post this). 

I also learned a lot about the French justice system and prisons writing this. I really had no idea that prison uniforms don’t exist in France.

[spoiledlemonsbiggestfan]

SORRY I DISAPPEARED

Hello there! It has been way too long since i updated you guys on how i've been doing, and i've probably only got myself to blame on this one. But i have FANtastic news to share! (get it? Cus i'm fan? Genious, i know.) I finally managed to get a job! And a decent one this time, no more cleaning mediocre school halls for me! (Horrayyy!)

So this entire hiatus hasnt been for nothing, i've been very hard at work finally being able to persue the thing i love the most, writting! Now i can officially call myself a journalist instead of an amature blogger. The self-improvement sure is real, love to see it. Sadly, I am constantly restricted from putting my heart and soul onto the paper in favor of transmitting what could be classified as useless information to whoever is bored enough to watch the news. And that constant restrain has made me miss the days of the good ol' Fan blog, so i guess you could say that's the reason i'm here. I've missed writting whatever i want to without the need to always double or triple check my work, its fun to not worry if every single word i type fits into my current streams of thought and stuff like that. But you don't wanna hear about all of that do you? You wanna hear about the funny stories! The authentic work experience i have gained! Atleast i hope so, because if not then youre probably in the wrong blog. But if that IS what you came here for, bluckle up bukaroo because im about to tell all about the working woes and friendly foes!

First off the job aplication process was VERY off-putting, my 2 future bosses took care of the interview and they asked... odd questions. They were also always a little too...rude. But thats ok! Nothing that i havent already handled. On the job i have met some interesting personalities such as suitcase! (I was given permission to state her name, duh) suitcase is very kind and funny, but she also has social anxiety, which is weird considering she is one of the few reporters we have, the type that usually goes out, interviews others and deals with harsh weather conditions for some reason. Suitcase is always busy going from one place to another so she can grab the needed fotage, and since im normally the one who writtes her scripts, i get to go with her sometimes! The news channel utilises this totally not ominous and cramped mini-van to cary all of the needed equipment and people. Surprisingly enough, my supervisor is the one who drives the van! She's quite chill, her voice is so smooth that i have to stop myself from yawning when i'm around her. Dont get on her bad side though, i once saw her almost yell at our make-up artist. Speaking of that, they both have some weird relationship going on, i genuinely have no idea if they are friends or enemies and at this point i am too scared to ask suitcase about it.

Working there is pretty chill, i tecnically dont need to phisically be there but hey, a bit more of social interaction wouldnt hurt. Besides, i wouldnt have met suitcase if i only sent my scripts via e-mail! So its a win-win! What else do i have to say abt work? Hmmm.... oh yea! I have a funny story to share!

On my first few days, suitcase told me that the make-up artist was an extreme chatter-box that preferably likes to "spill the tea" on everyone. But if you've been following this blog for a while now, you'd know that im not really good with understanding these types of frases, so for the longest time i thought that this guy actually spilled tea on people on porpose. (he looks really refined, so i just assumed he would be the kind of guy to like tea) So i, being extremelly cautious to not get tea on my lovely red paper, avoided him for like 5 days straight! He eventually caught on and complained to suitcase about it, she then told me so, and i explained my conundrum to her. After she explained what the frase actually meant, we couldnt stop laughting! I never actually apologised to the guy, i sure hope he doesnt hold grudges!

[ramblingdisaster73]

Rambling thoughts while rewatching Episode 4x12 “Swipe Left”

Carlos tells TK he is putting too much pressure on this – but says that after listing out his whole ass tea box

Lol – it’s supposed to be fun

My research had told me that the Rabbi would most likely want Carlos to convert.

My 42 years on this planet told me that Tom would be a douchey religious dude that thinks any and all queers are going to hell – I have quite literally heard it my entire life

No wonder that I am so repulsed by organized religion (I don’t care what you practice – just don’t put your beliefs on me.)

I do agree with the Rabbi on not listening to outside forces

TK thought that when Carlos told him that he was married – it was the last of the “difficult conversations”.

Like I said before – If your partner says there is a gaping chasm – there is one.

When can we stop using comas for why we don’t communicate? There have been 26 episodes since the last coma. Just fucking talk.

Or making the secret wife jokes – Each time – TK’s face has NOT been amused – but ha ha funny fucking joke. Please keep joking about the lie you kept from me for our whole relationship.

Carlos’ tone is very dismissive in the kitchen – I get that he likes to avoid things, but that was really trying to avoid it. Not just about the kids thing – but about TK telling him that he feels a rift growing due to their lack of communication on the subject.

I really strongly dislike Mitch Geralds, his wife too but he is just so instantly punchable.

He is lucky he met the 126 post Owen’s punching people stage

He reminds me of a creepy dude that I know – appearance and personality.

High quality manure for a low-quality couple

I love that they brought him in for her love interest.

She really is/was the only one not currently coupled off

I feel like Marjan has had the most consistent storyline this season.

I love the pre-dating training sessions

“How many princes did you kiss babe?” Mateo – I love you – never change

Also – so valid of Nancy to just move on with her dating tutorial as if he hadn’t spoken.

So, is Owen’s safe word rutabaga?

Not sure who was more enamored with the cheating cheater who cheats, but I think it might have been Owen – Marj didn’t go on a fried chicken bender

No fucking thank you on 8 kids – also especially not with that super douche. However – at least he is up front with his preferred spawn count.

I love that she asked on how they would feel about her working after marriage – For her – that is such a huge part of who she is.

“In a teahouse?”

Are people still that nuts about Harry Potter? I know that they had to movies & the stupid game that is/coming out, but are people still as into it as that dude was?

So, do we think he really does dog rescue crowd sourcing or did he just google image a dog with deformities for compassion points?

How many days passed in this episode? There were 4 dates in one day, right?

So the training was 1-2 days (I am guessing based on clothing) they probably started the training sessions that shift – so that would be day 1, then day 2 was with Tarlos.

Then the dates – all 4 in one day makes sense – but would it really be that easy to set all 4 up with a 1-day notice?

Plus the officiant day before the shift

Then the shift where they commiserate over dating issues

Leading into the pregnant lady rescue

Then Tarlos talk to their parents – another day (Could be the same day as the shift of commiseration)

Then the next day when they talk at the end

So at least a week total?

This talk in the bunk room makes me very happy that I haven’t had to date since 2007.

Dating rules are fucking stupid and I LOVE NANCY for that.

“You sure you’ve never dated before?” – Mateo

She is so cute though when he texts her – but not as cute as she is with Yusef.

At first, I thought that they set her up with the guys and chaperoned for the one they set up – until Owen fell in love & Mateo made a new friend.

I feel like working the desk in a no-tell motel would be both fascinating and sad as fuck.

I guess Judd had the day off

I do like the parent talks

“Avoid? I don’t avoid.” says Carlos Avoid & Deflect Reyes

This is among the best advice that Owen has given throughout the series

I like that throughout the episode neither of them doubts the love of or for the other.

The only irritating thing for me was Andrea telling Carlos it wasn’t true when he told her that he had only had a relationship with Gabriel until 2 years ago. – That isn’t for her to decide or determine. I would love to get to explore that a bit more – but with Gabriel

I do think that my spec fic was pretty right in the big ways (other than the very self-indulgent venue burning).

I like that we got a confirmation that Paul & Asha are together

Babe - you could have bought a cat – it would be a pet you could pet & wouldn’t cause too many nightmares.

Also – I don’t love that impression either, but I love that they are comfortable being dorks together.

The closing scene in this is the growth I needed to see in Carlos. This was him actually speaking, something that he was truly worried about (he even said as much to his mother in why he hadn’t talked about it before), but doing it anyway. Telling TK that he didn’t want kids, may not ever want them. He knew that TK might not be ok with it, but he still did it.

Through the episode, it felt to me that TK was trying to come to terms with his life picture changing, leading him to the conclusion that, for him, being with Carlos is the more important part of the picture, and he was ok with that. It just took time and thinking.

Lets hope that Carlos can continue having the hard talks instead of deflecting from them.

[ambroziadelphine]

Careful, I bite. Chapter 9

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The week continued on like this, going out somewhere with Hashirama to the gym, park, grocery store; which he was both appalled at the price when we figured out the currency difference between worlds, and amused when he saw the variety we had in food. I also showed his where I worked, just as a quick stop since my Manager wanted to give me an updated schedule since a new girl was hired; he was interested in what I actually did as a bartender then the alcohol or guests, but it was a little earlier in the day so there also weren't many people there. In exchange, he would tell me more about where he came from; about his life in the anime world. I learned that Tobi and Hashirama had indeed been leaders like Augie said, though they were called the Hokage, and they didn't rule at the same time. I also asked him to explain honorifics because I was thoroughly confused when he'd use them, turns out they are pretty accurate in anime which I guess should be obvious. I just never really knew if anime would be that accurate to Japanese culture like that, especially with how many there are and not all from Japan. 

I also made it obvious I was ignoring Tobirama through out the week. If he asked me something that wasn't just a basic need, I ignored him and even would leave the room if he was getting pissy about it. Which he was. A lot. Yet I noticed that night after I had shown Hashirama my work, Tobirama had stayed up waiting for me again, though when I entered he didn't even so much as glance at me, just continued reading whatever book he had. He had done that every night I worked since then, though I never bothered asking him why seeing as that meant talking to him willingly. B had taken him to a book store to get some he would want to read instead of the stuff we had at the apartment, especially after I had removed most of my spicy books to avoid him reading them accidentally; however that was about 2 full shelves of books I had to move, hehe.

Hashirama also always joined me when I was going to Liz's diner which I found quite funny, watching him sit at the counter with August talking about the newest thing he did in school, or talking about the character the little boy didn't even know was right in front of him, or something he made. He had found out Hashirama's name and has been attached to the man at the hip ever since, well, whenever he wasn't helping his mom. I think the little boy has also picked up on the subtle glances the brunette would take at his mother, there have been more then one occasion where he's gotten his mothers attention to cheer about something Hashirama told him about the Naruto character or small, harmless stories from his world. I was actually glad to see August so happy, he and Liz were pretty blue a year ago when her boyfriend, August's dad, died in a car accident. She had just found out she was pregnant with her daughter when she got the news, it was a miracle she didn't miscarry with the stress she was under those first few months, but thanks to Augie and some family support, she made it out just fine and gave birth to a healthy baby girl.

Right now I was in the shower, just washing my hair before I went out and got some documents I had a buddy forge, it wasn't a passport, but instead all official Canadian documents for Madara, everything from a birth certificate to high school transcripts to get him wherever he needs in this world. It'll be important if he's going to stay here. I have to pick them up today as Alex asked if I could get them done and she'd pay for them to even be put on rush order so she could have everything ready asap. Apparently, they're having some issues with one of her neighbors sons having it out for Madara or something, idk, but she wants it as a back up incase something happens and she needs them for if they need to involve police or anything.

I didn't really question it, though I did ask if I should get all that stuff for the Senju brothers too which she said no to, they were going home as soon as they can so there wouldn't be much point rushing that as well for the time being. I finished up in the shower quickly and got dressed, grabbing my coat and bag before walking out my door and into the living room, going to put on my shoes.

"Where are you going?" B asked as she turned to see me at the door.

"Oh, I gotta pick something up for Alex. I shouldn't be long." I said making her frown.

"You meeting up with King?" She asked making me pause and sigh, nodding. "Come on Max, you know that guy is still in touch with Rio." She said lightly making me roll my eyes.

"Well, he's kinda the only person who can get us forged documents for these guys, so I'm kinda stuck with him. Besides, I've already told him I'm done with Rio. For good." I said, turning and grabbing the doorknob when she called for me to stop, getting up and grabbing her coat.

"I'll go with you." She said making me scoff.

"No, you're not. He hates you." I said making her pause and scowl at me.

"I'm not gonna have you going to meet him when I know he's gonna go running to Rio right after this. I'm not letting you meet someone alone who's still friends with that abusive prick." She said, Hashirama and Tobirama getting up from the couch at her words and coming up to us.

"Abusive? Max, what is she talking about?" Hashirama asked making me sigh, putting a hand on my head.

"The guy Alex and I are paying to make the passports for you two, is a friend of my ex boyfriend from a few years ago; but I've kept my distance from him since then and things seem fine." I said with a slight shrug as B scoffed loudly.

"Ex-boyfriend, more like ex-abuser and stalker." She said as she took my wrist. "You can not just go meet with his buddies without someone there with you! They could be dangerous!" She said making me roll my eyes, pulling my wrist from her hand and stepping back.

"I think B is right, Max." Hashirama said softly. "We are just concerned for you, we do not mean to offend, we just wish to see you safe and out of harms way." He said making me sigh.

"Look, I'll be fine-"

"I'll go with her." Tobirama said, cutting me off making me blink in surprise along with the others.

"Excuse me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

"So, you finally talk to me?" He countered making me roll my eyes.

"Fuck you." I said, moving to open the door when he put a hand on it to stop me.

"If they're dangerous, you're not going alone. Enough arguing." He said, grabbing his coat and swinging it on. "I'll make sure she's safe, don't worry." He said as he followed my scowling form out to my car, getting in the passenger side as I sat in the drivers seat. I drove to the meeting location in silence, glaring at the road in front of me as Tobirama looked at me. I could feel his eyes on me the whole way making my annoyance grow as we pulled up to the spot,  putting the car in park as I unbuckled my seatbelt, seeing Tobi doing the same until I stopped him.

"You're not coming out there." I said, making him look at me in confusion.

"Of course I am." He scoffed making me glare at him.

"No, This will be a quick exchange. Stay in the car." I said, getting out without another word and walking up to where King stood, the Hispanic man had a yellow manila folder in his hands as he eyed the white haired man in the car.

"Rio ain't gonna be happy about him." King said making me tense, I just needed the folder, then I'm out of here. "You know, he's been a mess without you." He said making me roll my eyes.

"He'll live. The folder, please." I said, holding a hand out as he walked closer, eyeing me slowly.

"Ah, don't be like that, Maxine." He said, smirking as he tilted his head. "Where's the love?" He asked making me sigh and cross my arms.

"I thought we've been through all this before King. I don't want anything to do with Rio anymore. I've moved on from him, its time he does the same." I said calmly, getting him angry wont do me any good if I still need to get Tobirama and Hashirama's documents.

"Yea, I doubt he's gonna let you go that easily." He said, taking a step closer to me as he stared down at my eyes. "Took him a long time to get him off your back before." He asked, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, stepping back and taking the folder from his hand carefully as I turned around, only for him to catch my hand, which is when Tobi opened his door, standing up and glaring at King as he paused.

"Ohh, got yourself a little guard dog, huh Max?" He asked, grinning as he leaned close to my ears, my body freezing as I felt my breath stop. "He'll be hearing about this, from me or someone else." He said, letting me go as he turned around, walking back to his car, driving away in his shiny Rolls Royce as I felt myself let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

"What was that about?" Tobirama asked as I walked up to the car.

"I told you to stay in the car." I said, opening my door as he frowned.

"Answer me." He said, I let out a frustrated sigh and looked at him over the hood of the car.

"King is one of Rio's closest partners. Rio runs the money, he forges needed documents and such. Now, King is going to tell Rio about you, and the fact you were with me and he's going to be pissed. You might have just risked your way home by doing this cause King is also the only one who can get you those passports!" I snapped, he may have just fucked this all up for them. So, now either I have to fix it or find another plan. I also now needed to be a little cautious because Rio was still dangerous, even if I had told B I'd be fine earlier, he was into some sketchy shit with King, and I didn't truly know what he was capable of at this point. Tobirama scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure you could find someone else to do it with how easily you got him to." He said making my eye twitch. Did he really think these things were that easy? He didn't even know what the fuck kind of documents we needed and he thinks its that easy? I stormed over to him and pushed him into his seat, leaning over him as I had a hand leaning on the doorframe.

"Getting these documents, is illegal. So I'm sorry, if I don't only know fucking criminals." I said, though he didn't seem to care much making my anger rise. "Also, you may have just majorly fucked me over by getting Rio jealous. B wasn't lying when she said he was dangerous, and not even I know what the fuck he's fully capable of. I'll be lucky if I'm not under constant surveillance or being followed at every turn now because of you." I snapped angerly, he rolled his eyes again.

"You're not that special." He scoffed making me step back, pulling my shirt up to reveal an 'R' faintly scarred into my skin right below my bra on my right side.

"Tell that to him." I said coldly as he looked at the scar in shock, a slight anger and mortified horror in his eyes at what was essentially a branding of my ex carved into my skin. "He did this 2 months into dating. I was trapped with him for 2 years. He continued to stalk and harass me for another year before finding a new bitch to abuse." I said, pulling my shirt down before shutting his door harshly, walking back to my side and getting in. Tobirama was quiet for a moment as I started the car, pulling back onto the road as he looked out the window.

"I.. I'm sorry." He said quietly, sounding honestly genuine making me scoffed.

"If you had said that yesterday, I would have forgiven you." I said, my hands balled into fists. "But right now, I just want to get home and get as far away from you as I can." I said, it was a very tense and awkward ride home and upon entering the apartment again I stormed into my room, locking myself inside as I tried to keep calm, I didn't know what he'd do. He could be constantly watching me now. Every bar, every café, every party I go to. He'll probably know. I wouldn't ever put stalking me again past him, he did it for a year after I left him. He only stopped after finding someone else to abuse.

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When it got to Friday, I could not be happier, especially after going the rest of the week without seeing a hint of Rio anywhere. Maybe I was over reacting. I guess we'll see.

Anyways though, besides the Rio incident, thankfully no big arguments have broken out again, though I could always feel Tobirama's eyes on me since we got home that day; especially when I refused to talk or look at him at all the rest of the week. Hashirama and B tried to talk to me about it but I just said I wasn't going to change my attitude until he left, I had briefly explained what happened to B, who explained to Hashirama, and after that they thankfully stopped bugging me. Though I still heard that night as Hashirama conversed with Tobirama, sounding to be scolding him slightly.

I had just gotten home from work, taking the elevator that was finally fixed up to my floor with an excited kick to my step. Earlier that day I had gotten a text about a party happening tonight and I wanted to go and get laid. I wanted a night where I could forget about Tobirama and Rio, just to relax and have fun while I drowned my feelings in alcohol. I was super jittery to go, hoping B would be as on board as I am, which was almost a guarantee with how much she liked to party.

All I knew, was that tonight, I wasn't letting anyone get in the way of taking some much needed de-stress time and fucking whoever I want.

[hannibutts]

HANNIBAL SPOILERS S02E07

Miriam be TRAUMATISED but why did Hannibal keep her alive and where and how does she still look relatively healthy? Oh and conveniently she doesn’t remember that it was Hannibal.

Wait, did Hannibal turn her? Like is she his little sleeper agent or something?

In what world do they let Alana officially interview Hannibal especially after being his alibi.

Oop, Miriam said it wasn’t Hannibal. I’m calling it now - she’s working for Hannibal or is traumatised into submission or some shit.

JESUS CHRIST Why is the intro so fucking bright, I’m watching this in the dark and it just blinded the shit out of me

BABYGIRL yay! I have to admit - in my perusing of tumblr for Chilton stuff without being spoilt, I came across a Chilton/Will fanfic (CHILLYWILLY?? Really guys? Wilton was RIGHT THERE) and even though I know and want end game Will/Hannibal, this one fic was really good and made me kinda into the idea.

So right now when I saw Chilton going to Will’s cell I was like oh myyyyy before I remembered that it was just a fic 😅

Wow they’re letting Will out that quick huh? What are the chances he’s going to run directly to Hannibal even after trying to kill him?

Oh god, is baby girl really next or is will just trying to scare him? Look at his scared little face 😭

“Why did Hannibal not just kill you?”

“Because he wants to be my friend”

See that’s a funny line but the implications to babygirl are terrifying oh god, something bad is coming isn’t it??

Jack trying to make amends with Will - I mean at least he’s got a couple of allies with him now that they somewhat believe Hannibal could be the ripper. Oh wait how much time has passed??? Like when is that crazy ass Hannibal v Jack fight happening - are you telling me this has all happened within the 12 week span??? How long was Will imprisoned for??

Aaaaand Will is barely out and Jack has already taken him to a crime scene.

Mmmhmm - Miriam is for sure a sleeper agent. Oh man, what if there’s other evidence that points to Chilton being the ripper and that’s how Hannibal is going to get babygirl?

Aw Will is going to see his dogs again.

Boooo Alana, wait why is she all pissy at him? She literally turned her back on him and for what? To touch Hannibal’s murder wing wang? Haaaaa Will is reading her the rights with a smile. Good.

Oh fuck all the way off Alana.

BabyGirl hooray! He’s so awkward and desperate, I love him your honour.

The funny thing is Chilton IS quite smart, and in another scenario he would be the smartest one in the room, but not when everyone is a serial killer like in this show. I like that he’s calling out jack for turning on Will too, like jack is acting all high and mighty and protective of Will but he was the shittiest one to him.

Rara acting his heart out at the end there.

Ah so Will had the same idea as Chilton to see if he could recover Miriam’s memories.

Ok first. Hannibal could smell Will. I’m aware that he could do this but him acknowledging it was something. Second - Hannibal seemed almost giddy that Will was in his house. Thirdly - Hannibal genuinely looked scared when he saw Will looking unhinged holding the gun. And the conversation was fucking nuts because Hannibal never admitted to anything but also told Will that it was either - kill an innocent man or never get answers. I can honestly say I fucking love this show.

Ooh taking Miriam to Hannibal’s office… I’d be scared for Jack if we didn’t know he and Hannibal have a brawl at some point soon.

Hannibal is pretty confident how much he fucked Miriam up if he’s not scared that she’s actually going to remember.

The FBI are literally throwing darts in the dark now. And just because Chilton used scapolamine - his name is now in the hat too. Thanks Alana (Booooooo)

Chilton’s house is much more swanky than I would have guessed. I mean I guess it makes sense because he wants to seem sophisticated but by the style of suits he wears - I would have thought his house would have been more garish for some reason?

Oh no… ominous beeping in baby girls house Dang his house is super swank.

Something’s flatlining OH SHIT IS THAT GIDEON?? IN HIS HOUSE? Hannibal the scamp is FRAMING framing Chilton. They for sure dyed Rara’s eyebrows - that is the darkest I’ve ever seen them, I think they’re usually blondish or like a light brown or something.

Aw man I don’t want to see Rara as a horror damsel tripping over shit 😭 HANNIBAL IS THERE??? Bahahaha he’s doing his “I frew up” stance again 😂

“When you wake up, your only choice will be to run” wait so is Hannibal going to let Chilton live? I mean I figured considering he’s in the third season but like why? Oh shit Hannibal is going to open the door to the fbi agents?? Oh shit oh shit oh shit he’s going to kill them and frame Babygirl.

How does Hannibal not leave evidence from his hair and face being exposed. If Gattaca taught us anything it’s that we leave behind hair and skin cells everywhere no?

Ok so leaving Chilton covered in blood, with a gun in one hand, a knife in the other is pretty funny. It would have had the same effect to leave a note saying “i did it. Love, Frederick “babygirl” Chilton” 😂😂

Oooh his swanky apartment is all covered in blood, guts and butts now. It must have been very freeing for Hannibal to just frenzy murder without worrying about cleanup. The music in this scene is very reminiscent of the bongos bit of the twilight zone theme song.

RUN, YOU PATHETIC MEOW MEOW

NO, NOT TO WILL’S HOUSE??!!! HE HAS NO LOYALTY TO YOU, FOOL!!!

They really make the fbi look like bumbling fools huh? Like only taking into account what’s in front of them at that moment and dismissing everything else that has come before it. Look at Jack thinking he’s finally cracked the case 🙄

“There are corpses on my property, you just threw up an ear” 😂😂😂

Aw I just want to give baby girl a hug, of course Will called Jack but at least he told Babygirl he’s going to catch Hannibal oh my god, look at babygirls little betrayed face 😭😭😭

Even pointing a gun at Will - he looks so sad and Jesus Will standing up all confidently despite having a gun aimed at him is something… even with his curly mullet thing he has going on.

I don’t get Will here.. is he genuinely trying to protect Chilton or is it to keep one of the few people that knows Hannibal is the ripper on side? And he doesn’t try very hard to stop Jack from grabbing Chilton. Will… seems detached?

Oh babygirl now you run?

Man, Laurence fishburne is quite spry running through the scrub and snow… or maybe he just seems spry in comparison to Chilton who’s disparately stumbling though.

Aw. Chilty like a big weepy baby 😭

“It seems like one final indignity” it sure does, why the fuck is Alana interviewing Chilton?? She’s literally fucking the other suspect that they were supposed to pick up??? Oh my god, Hannibal murder wing wang must be outstanding if Alana is this blindly vitriolic. Jesus.

Good, you get a lawyer, baby girl.

Oh shit is Miriam having a seizure. Well how in the hell did Hannibal convince Miriam it was Chilton??

OH FUCK SHE JUST SHOT CHILTON IN THE FACE. WHAT THE FUCK?? How is Chilton in the third season?? I swear to god if it’s only in flashbacks!

Back to Hannibal and his Francine smith lips. Knock at the door - it’s going to be Will isn’t it? He can’t fucking help himself

Oh Will cut his mullet off and is all clean and ready for their date.

H “Do you intend to point a gun at me?”

W “Not tonight”

W “are you expecting someone?”

H “only you”

Stahhhhp you guys, you’re making me blush.

How is it possible that Mads is conveying absolute giddy happiness but remaining stoic?

Wait so Miriam DID kill Babygirl??? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 like I realise she shot him in the face but still RARA

Haaaa look at Hannibal’s face when Will says he wants to resume his therapy. Picture is 100 percent legit and has not been doctored 😃

So Will is going to battle it out with Hannibal… ok. I’m into it. I wonder if Hannibal is going to break it off with Alana now that he has Will back.

10/10 episode. I still have hope Rara is in the third season properly I will even take a wedged in twin brother plot line over Chilton being dead.

[whatsnothappening]

I didnt even finish my last entry bc i got stoned and forgot.

Hi. So, it is currently 3:16 in the morning. Well now its 3:17... dude my fuckin brain will focus on one thing only sometimes. What the fuck type dumb ass would i be if i used this entire entry to tell what time it was every time the clock changed. I could really see myself doing that lol. Well, here i am.. up at now... 3:18 😂 I have to open the store tomorrow at 9am. gotta be there 30 min early. (i tell myself that atleast but never do it.) Ill do it, im currently contimplating whether or not i want to just pull an all nighter in hopes that it will reset my sleep schedule because recently i havent been able to get to sleep like a normal person. I swear i get home and sit on the couch and my brain is dead. i cant move. i cant think of things that i need to get done around the house. BUT as soon as my fat ass head hits the pillow... its a mile a SECOND bro. we arnt going by minutes over here. We are on seconds, WE ARE STRUGGLING. But, i will say... the beginning of this year. i have enjoyed myself. i have told myself that i am going to seperate myself from my married life. GRANIT, i AM very much aware that my official married life is VERY new. Howwwwwever, i feel that i have been "married" to this man for many moons. We are just legal now. but i have seen myself become him, hes a great guy. but i am my own person. Now, one thing i told myself i am not going to do is try to become the person i was when i first met him. that person was 17. she was immature. she was broken. she was feral. this girl is still going to be feral. but she is going to be strong, physically and mentally. she is going to take time for herself. she is going to be selfish. she is going to stop blaming herself for not getting things done in a timely manner. I will say recently i have thought about asking my mother to go to therapy with me. i kind of want couples counseling with her. i dont want to have a horrible relationship with her but i feel that when ever i finally move out i wil make sure i dont call. i will make sure i dont come around. but i fear that if i were to ask her to do that with me she would look at me funny and then make me feel awful for even thinking of the idea. I am quite proud of myself here recently. i have started up going to the gym. now i have been having my life long best friend go with me who has been a social crutch because i feel that i would not be able to push myself easily with out him there. but i will get to that point. dont get me wrong i have times where i think that i am pretty. but lets get this straight, i do not care how many body positivity posts you see on the internet when you are creating your avatar for a game or online profile you are not willingly choosing to make your character fat. nobody willingly chooses to be fat. i am self aware that i am never going to be an instagram model. i dont want to be. i dont want to be stared at or be the center of attention. if i was still 17 it would be a different story, that girl is dead. but i have a goal to be comfortable. and feel a little more confident than i do now. i do have one huge fear about losing weight and that is SKIN. i dont want to have random flaps just flapping everywhere. i am horrified of that. but i guess there is always surgery for that. i am not opposed to cosmetic work, i do have my lips done and plan on getting botox or whatever that more earthy option is called. whatever my cosmetic surgeon recommends i absolutely love her. anyways. i think this one is just to ramble i dont really have anything that i want to try to reason with myself on or vent or explain. im just talking, trying to figure out how i am going to handle tomorrow lol. oh by the way its 3:31😘

[allhailhu4l]

J3t x Charlie Short Fan Fic

"Words Hurt" a Hollywood Undead short fanfiction.

(Side note: I know Deuce is a bit of a bad guy in the story. I do not hate Deuce I actually love him.)

Contains Mature Language! Ship: J3TxCharlie

Charlie

It’s been two hours since the argument between Johnny and I had ended. I decided that I was going to be the bigger person and walk away. I lay lazily on the couch because I refuse to sleep in the same bed as Johnny. He’s in the wrong and he knows it, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before I hear him admit that he is wrong. The argument ended when he knocked me on my ass and said: 

“Somedays I wish Deuce would come back, if he ever did, I would kick your stupid ass out of this band in a motherfucking heartbeat.”

Usually his insults and threats don’t phase me, but that one sentence on its own was enough to silence me. After that I chose to walk out before I said something back or god forbid throw a punch back at him. I was not in the mood to poke the bear, hell, I’d probably end up in the emergency room. 

When I had returned from a walk and cooled down I saw my blanket and pillow were thrown on the couch. Of course he had to take the bed. Jerk. The clock on the wall read: 1:25am. It’s really late and I know we have rehearsals in 9 hours, I guess it’s time to call it a night. Just as I got settled down I had a wave of song inspiration hit me like a truck. Admittedly I was kind of excited because I hadn’t got a wave of inspiration for quite a while. 

The left side table drawer is where Johnny usually kept the band’s song writing notebook for such occasions. I guess you really never know when inspirations and ideas will come to you. I grab the notebook flipping past previous songs and Funny’s doodles. I found a clean page and began to write out whatever lyrics were pouring out of my brain. 

After what felt like hours of writing I decided to officially call it a night. I dropped the notebook onto the coffee table, I didn’t really bother to put the notebook away in the rare case I got inspiration again. I lay back and let my body drift off to sleep.

Johnny

I open my eyes only to see pitch darkness. The digital clock sitting on the dresser illuminates the time: 4:45 AM. 

…Why am I awake…?

Out of habit I reached over and let my arm drop to the side expecting to feel a warm lump sleeping beside me but all I felt was a cold empty space.

“Oh yeah…” 

I momentarily felt absolutely stupid for forgetting we had an argument last night. 

I remember it clearly now: I was very angry because he got a message from one of his family members who kept giving him shit about how they weren’t informed about the relationship that we are both trying so hard to hide. He didn’t admit it but I think he ran his mouth but then he started defending said family member. 

When we became a thing I told him that we needed to keep this relationship a secret for the sake of the band as well as the fans. He kept arguing with me, telling me that he was gonna confirm everything regardless of the consequences. 

I tried with all my might to convince him to stay quiet because when he was dating Deuce, the bastard nearly tore him apart. He told everyone and their mother about the “abusive relationship”, making Charlie look like an asshole. I see why he wants to make it public but I was not going to let his reputation that we worked so hard for years to rebuild go down the shitter again. 

Our screaming match went on for an hour complete with beer bottles being thrown and pictures being broken. I told him that if Deuce came back I’d let him back in and kick his ass to the curb. I lost my shit when he called me toxic. My anger had taken control and I swung. I felt my fist connecting with his face. I must’ve hit him pretty hard as it made him fall back. When I saw the hurt and tears in his eyes I stomped upstairs to the bedroom. 

I can hear my own hurtful words repeat in my head. I said it to him out of anger in the heat of the moment with no real meaning behind it, I think it hurt Charlie though. I know he likes to act and look like a tough guy but I am the only one who knows that deep inside he’s a very insecure and self conscious person who’s been hurt one too many times. 

I remember Deuce used to take his insecurity and use it to his advantage. He was constantly harassed and hurt. I made a promise to Charlie when we got together that I wouldn’t do the same. Then again… here we are.

I absolutely hate to admit when I’m wrong but my guy doesn’t deserve this or need to deal with my bullshit. This one is on me.

I decide to get out of bed and walk to the living room, turning the lights on in a dim setting just enough for me to see the room. On the couch curled up in a ball fast asleep is Charlie, his eyes and nose are red and puffy assuming he had been crying.

The band's song notebook laying open on the coffee table caught my attention and it looks like he wrote a verse: 

I broke it all and I put it to test, put your hand to mine and feel this emptiness. There's no beat in my chest cause there's nothing left, no it ain't goodbye, it's a last caress. What's another dream? You can hardly sleep. Can you believe bad things only happen to me? God knows one day you will finally see that scars will heal but were meant to bleed. Did you realize I would lie for you? Please, have my last breath, I would die for you

I know I'm no good, but my heart beats true. You know I'm gonna fight, though I might be scared to lose…

I felt tears well up in my drowsy eyes as I read the last sentence. I know I fucked up and I don’t think anything I will say to Charlie from this point on will fix this. I know he’s not gonna let his guard down for a while and I understand. 

I set the notebook down on the table and kneel next to the couch. I reached over and gently brushed his brown hair with my fingers, making him stir a bit but he didn’t wake up. The second time I grazed his cheek wiping a still tear away with my thumb. He slowly opened his eyes. 

“Good Morning…” I quietly greeted him.

As expected without saying a word he scowled at me and flipped to his side. I know he’s pissed off at me but I couldn't help but smirk. He is adorable when he’s mad. 

“Can you move a bit?” I ask nicely as I stand to my feet and squeeze myself in the narrow space between him and the outside of the couch, then wrapping my arm around his waist.

“Get off me…” He groggily whines. 

Ignoring his protest I cuddle his back resting my head on his and chuckle when I earn his annoyed groan. He tries to wiggle himself free from my hug but loses. He gives up his struggle and allows me to wrap both arms around him.

“I’m sorry…” I whisper in his ear before giving him a few kisses on the nape of his neck and his face. 

He groans again. I see tears starting to drip from his eyes and run down his nose.

“You can apologize all you want. I’m still mad at you, you fucking bitch…”

I laugh giving him a tight squeeze. He knows my method of making up is hugging until he forgives me. 

“That’s fine by me but neither one of us are getting off this couch until you forgive me. Whenever you’re ready.”

He sighs.

“Fine I forgive you, now stop squeezing me before I turn blue.”

I smile and latch onto his shoulder giving him a surprise love bite. He taps my face with his hand.

“Ow.. now I have to hide that you dick…”

I laugh and readjust myself so we are both lying comfortably on the couch in a big cuddle. He rests his head on my chest and pulls the blanket to his chin. 

“I’m sorry too. I’ll keep my fucking mouth shut about us. I need to consider your feelings too.”

I brush his hair with my fingers.

“I forgive you. I was just looking out for you because of what happened with Deuce. I’ll make a deal with you: if you want we can tell the guys but in public we need to keep it low key. Deal?”

He nods as he slowly starts to doze off. I wish I could pause time for just a few minutes so I can really enjoy this moment. If someone told me months ago that I would end up dating Mr. Charles P. Scene, I’d say that they’re tripping balls. Here we are and I am still mad in love like I was when I first confessed my feelings to this guy. He’s my bandmate, best friend, and the love of my life. 

The sound of Charlie’s muffled snoring was bliss to my ears. Just like a lullaby the sound of his snores and quiet breaths eased my mind and I dozed off. 

Danny

It’s 9:30 am. J-Dog, Funny, and I are in the studio with a massive box of breakfast burritos waiting for Johnny and Charlie. We all tried calling their phones multiple times with no success. I groan when I hear Johnny’s voice mail I decide I was going to leave a message:

“Dude where the hell are you and Charlie? You two were supposed to be here at 9AM and it’s 30 minutes to 10. Rehearsals are at 10:30! If you don’t get here soon our manager will be having a coronary.”

I had a thought come to me as I hung up. Charlie texted me last night and said that he and Johnny had a heated argument last night. My mind automatically assumed that Johnny went ape shit and might’ve severely hurt him. I immediately grab my keys. 

“Come on guys, let's go see what’s going on.”

J-Dog eagerly follows me. Funny grabs the burritos and tags behind. We drive to Johnny’s house and see both of their cars in the driveway. I had been fearing that I’d find Charlie in such a bad condition that my hands were shaking and I could barely maintain my grip. 

I finally got the door unlocked and it swung open. Funny and J-Dog push past me to search for the two bandmates. I observe the broken beer bottles and picture frames in the entry hallway, proving that Charlie was right about saying the argument had gotten heated. 

“Charlie? Johnny?” I call out looking for any sign that they are nearby. J-Dog waves to me from the living room doorway.

“Danny. They are here. Look at this.”

I cautiously stepped in and took a deep sigh of relief. They are perfectly fine. They both were cuddled on the couch fast asleep. Johnny has Charlie in a hug and it looks like he has a small smile on his face.

No surprise that Funny stood to the side taking pictures of the two with his phone.

“Oh this is so going on Instagram.”

J-Dog and I just stand in the room awkwardly looking at them then at each other. 

“So… should we wake them up or…?” He whispers rubbing his neck with his hand. 

“Danny? Did you know they were a thing?”

I shook my head. I was just as confused as he was. I haven’t got a single clue that these two were dating, more power to them for keeping this under wraps for however long they were dating. I had mixed emotions about finding out like this. I was happy assuming that they’re happy together and Johnny didn’t commit murder. However I was a bit mad that they kept this a secret. All jokes aside, they should know that the rest of us will be happy for them and support them. It’s what friends do. 

I sigh.

“No, let them sleep. I’ll call our manager and tell her to reschedule rehearsals.”

J-Dog nods and drags Funny with him as they go out to the car. I know that later today we will need to have a long awkward discussion since the cat is out of the bag, but for now the two love birds can sleep peacefully. I wouldn’t want to take this moment away from them. 

[welldonebeca]

The Wolf Way (II)

Summary: Now engaged, the wolves and their bunnies want to make it official so they have to go to their girl’s hometown to make this four-way wedding happen. When their ruts arrive mid-vacation and just a day after their youngest kids are born, their stay in bunny town has to be extended. WC: 2k Warnings: Dirty thoughts, tension, fluff.

Masterlist

Sam stretched his arms as he woke up from his nap, and grimaced when he realized he was just accompanied by Dean, and the girls weren't yet back.

He fished for his phone, finding it charging right by his side, and groaned when he read Dittie's text informing him of his wife and girlfriend - it was so weird to say that. Thea was his girlfriend. And not his wife yet. It was so annoying -, were whisked away to by their father for some duty he didn't quite understand.

He stood on his feet, grunting, knowing he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep with Dean's snoring, and moved to their bags, knowing it was best to just unpack.

Sam stopped surprised, however, when he heard a knock by their door.

"Just a minute," he grunted, and left their stuff aside, still rubbing his eye as he walked to see who it was.

The moment he opened the door, he frowned. It was... Artemis? Alicia?

He could barely remember all the names, and he was too tired, honestly.

"Good evening!" she exclaimed, sounding far too excited, and raised a tray. "I brought you a snack."

Sam blinked a bit, and yawned as he recognised the cut-up fruits.

"Thank you," he spoke slowly. "Uh..."

"Ariel," she told him quickly,  smiling largely, and moved her fingers to twirl her hair when he picked the tray from her hands.

He nodded, and waited for her to leave, but the little bunny - who looked a lot like the girls, now that he was looking at her for real - bit her lower lip.

"May I come in?" she offered. "I wanna know if you liked it."

Sam blinked a little confused, looking at the fruit. It was all cut in cute shapes, hearts, circles, stars and... bunny ears? Okay.

"Uh..." he looked for words.

Was that a custom? He should respect their customs and traditions, right?

"Sure," he stepped back. "Sit anywhere, I'll just brush my teeth."

The bedroom was very big, and it had a window seat that he certainly would try to find so that they could put in their new house - there was no way they were going to survive much longer with five kids and four adults in a house as small as theirs - and she chose to sit there, looking around very happily as he walked to the bathroom.

Fuck, he was so damn tense. He could feel the knots in his muscles here and now. Damn, the driving really had done a number on him.

Ariel giggled at his greeting, holding the bowl of fruit he had placed over the desk.

"I've never seen a wolf before," she announced, looking excited. "You're so big."

Sam blinked in surprise.

"Thank you?' he answered, unsure of what to say.

She looked positively enchanted, giggling again.

"You know, our mamas used to always warn us about wolves like you," Ariel told him.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes," she nodded. "Mama Cris was always teasing me, Thea and Dittie."

Sam blinked, a little confused.

"Only you three?" he asked.

Ariel shrugged.

"We are her only three," she exclaimed. "I mean, she is everyone's mama, but we are the only one who... you know... came out of her."

He nodded slowly. Oh, then that was why she looked so much like them!

"You know, it is kind of funny over at our home," he glanced at Dean. "Regardless of the mum, the genetics are the same. It's the fun part of dating twins, I guess."

Ariel pouted.

"Papa Blue still thinks I'm not ready to head out," she rolled her eyes, groaning. "Which is stupid, cause I know what I'm doing. I'm ready!"

Sam moved awkwardly on his feet.

"I'm sure he knows what he is doing," he assured her, trying to look for good advice. "You are still young. You have all the time of your life. It's good to wait before having some experiences."

He walked to her, and picked the bowl with the fruit, hoping the subject had died, but Ariel wasn't done.

"Thea and Dittie have only been gone for a few years and this is the second time they are pregnant!" she whined and touched her lower belly, rubbing on it. "I know I could be a good mama."

Sam felt himself nearly choking on a piece of strawberry, trying hard not to imagine what it would be like. Fuck, Ariel was probably a virgin. When they met, the girls already had their own experiences.

He stepped back quickly when he felt his cock wake up, quickly moving his thoughts away.

Nope. He already had two bunnies, he had no need for a third one.

"You know," she glanced at his crotch, and he quickly lowered the bowl, trying to hide his traitor body. "I haven't even had a boyfriend yet. I just want the first guy I meet to be the one who wants to mate with me for life."

Sam gulped again, trying to take his mind away from it, trying not to imagine himself as that guy. He loved his wives and wasn't interested in a third one. But fuck, she smelt so good... It was like the first he had smelt Dittie and Thea, the smell of an unmated Omega bunny.

"You should go," he spoke quickly.

Yes, yes, that was a good idea.

"We need to unpack and shower," Sam explained. "Thank you for the snack."

Ariel stood up, but instead of leaving, she simply moved closer to him and took the bowl from his hands, putting it aside.

"It could be you," she offered, perking her small chest, and he sucked in a breath through his mouth when he realised she wasn't wearing a bra, and they were nearly out of her top.

Ariel jumped and grabbed his shoulders, and Sam was quick to move his head back before she could.

"No," he pushed her away, stepping back, trying to put distance between the two of them. "Ariel, I'm married."

"Come on," she whined. "It's no big deal!"

Sam shook his head.

"It is a big deal!" he protested. "It is a big deal to me."

Ariel scoffed.

"You are an Alpha!" she rolled her eyes. "You should want another Omega, especially now that Dittie and Thea are huge and fat!"

Sam's mouth fell open in shock.

"What?" he repeated.

"I'm hot and a virgin!" she insisted.

He saw red, now infuriated, and grabbed her arm, lifting her up and practically carrying her as he walked out.

"Your father is right," he grunted. "You are immature and a fucking brat."

"What's happening?" Dean asked, and he looked back, realizing his brother had gotten up.

"Ariel here decided to seduce us," he turned to him, angered.

His brother looked surprised, a little impressed, and Sam scoffed.

"Seduce us?" he repeated.

"Apparently, we need another Omega now that our wives are huge and fat."

Any amusement that had been on his brother's face faded, and Dean stared at her with pure anger.

Ariel squirmed, trying to get out of his grip.

"Dean, he is overreacting," she tried to argue.

None of them answered, and she chuckled.

"What are you gonna do?" she insisted. "Punish me?"

Sam watched as she batted her eyelashes and pouted, trying, though not hard, to act as if that wasn't exactly what she wanted.

"Us?" Dean asked. "No. But I know of someone who will."

Her eyes widened, but she didn't have time to say anything as Sam dragged her out of the room, stepped to the living room and stopped once he found Papa Blue sitting on the couch with Dittie and Thea.

Ariel whined, and he put her down in front of him.

"Your daughter came into our room to try and seduce us," he told Blue. "And offended our wives in the process."

Thea and Dittie rolled their eyes, and Papa Blue looked at Ariel with a disappointed and angry look on his face.

"Ariel!" he spoke, far too calm. "Why did you do that?"

"Because that is what she always does," Thea scoffed. "She steals and ruins our clothes, breaks our perfume bottles, plays with our makeup... and nothing ever happens."

He looked at her, surprised, and Dittie pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Oh, yeah, she was early this time," she sighed. "I still remember her rubbing herself on... what's his name, Thea? Your first boyfriend?"

Ariel squirmed, ready to dash out, but Dean kept her in place.

"I don't remember his name anymore," Thea scoffed. "But it was ridiculous. He was so embarrassed."

Sam turned his gaze to Papa Blue, who didn't look any happy.

"You have to do something about this," Dean insisted to him.

Blue sighed.

"Ariel, you are going to spend the rest of their stay here working in the gardens," he told her. "When they leave, we will find you a good job that will build you some character."

She started whining, and Sam pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"Sam, Dean," his father-in-law looked at them. "I deeply apologize for my daughter's behaviour."

"It's not fair!" Ariel protested in a shout.

Everyone's eyes turned to her.

"We have to fight to keep a bunch of tiny babies alive," she protested. "And they go out and have three babies that are literally double the size of the biggest baby we ever had in our family!"

Sam looked at her, surprised.

"I just wanna have big babies too! I wanna have good babies! I want good genes too!"

He blinked, completely confused, and Blue's face hardened.

"I don't want to hear another word of it," he told his youngest. "Now go before I make your punishment worse."

Ariel stormed out, and Papa Blue looked at them with heavy embarrassment on his face.

"What was that?" Dean asked.

Sam was ready to correct him, to remind him that the two of them were outsiders and shouldn't ask questions.

"We have a 50/50 child mortality rate here," Thea confessed.

Both him and Dean looked at her explanation.

"We actually lost a lot of siblings," she told him. "And... well, what can I say? It hurts and we don't know a lot about why it happens."

"There is a team studying this situation," Blue told them. "It's why we kind of stopped having kids after Ariel. We lost four children who were born that same week and she was the only one left."

Sam's shoulders fell in a little bit of defeat.

He still remembered how the girls were always hovering over the pups, never leaving them alone. It was the reason they never spent the night in the nursery and only napped there, the reason they were never out of their sight until their 1st birthday. There was always an air around the girls, as if they were waiting for something bad to happen.

And it never did, of course.

"We didn't know," his brother whispered.

"Well, what is losing fifty kids when you already have another fifty?" Blue asked, looking like he was trying not to show his pain.

Fifty. Fifty kids.

Sam was terrified of losing any of his children.  He couldn't imagine not having the twin and Mary around.

"We didn't think you two would understand," Dittie sighed.

He knelt in front of them with Dean by his side, and they all fell into a tight group hug.

"I'll go check on Ariel," their father announced.

The girls scoffed, and Sam chuckled.

"Don't act like you aren't that bratty too," he squeezed their thighs playfully. "We all know how you get when you can't have something you want."

They both raised identical eyebrows at them.

"What, do you two want to spend the next week in the gardens too?" Thea asked.

They gulped, shutting up, and the girls giggled.

"Dinner is almost ready," Dittie told them. "Come one, you can help set the table. It is work for four people."

Sam followed them as they walked to the kitchen, a little relieved, but still bothered. The itch was still there, he didn't understand why, but he knew something was about to happen.,

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