#desperately wish we got agents with the bundle too.

[artfullyimprobable]

I've been struggling with crazy bad burn out but MySims has me deep in the depths of rekindled special interest/hyperfixation so have these two random sim portraits :) I was gonna do this old drawing challenge but I think I'm too burnt out to handle it right now :( I encourage others to give it a shot though!

[ejzah]

A/N: Guess who did not plan accordingly and is now finishing her Whumptober fic late?

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No Matter How Far You Run, We’ll Draw You Back Again, Part 2

Deeks said yes. As much as he didn’t want to, his conscience wouldn’t let him decline. His decision was helped along by the fact that the operation the FBI and NCIS had put together was actually sound. He almost wished it wasn’t; it would have given him the excuse he needed to turn them down.

After giving his consent, everything happened very quickly. The operation was ready to go within three days, which gave him little time to prepare.

Telling Kensi and Rosa had been the most difficult part by far. Naturally, neither of them were happy with his decision. Kensi was especially upset with him, which he understood completely. He hated himself a little bit too.

The night before he was expected to leave, Rosa took the day off classes so they could all spend the day together as a family. In a way it felt like a harbinger of some sort.

Deeks had spent the previous two days holed up with Vance, the FBI director and several agents to review his cover and all the details of the operation. Vance had sent him home last night at around midnight, with a grave look, a handshake, and an “order” to enjoy today with his family.

They bundled everyone up and spent the morning at the beach (Kensi’s idea), and took a walk around the park before heading home for an early dinner. It was the perfect day, but Deeks felt the entire evening was overlaid with a sense of dread.

Now, Deeks finished packing what he would need as Max. The operation was designed to be short, so he had a few changes of clothes, Max’s leather jacket, and unmarked weapons. Kensi sat on their bed watching him, the twins laid in the center playing with cloth toys.

“I still don’t like this,” she said softly. Outside of her initial reaction when he told her, she’d kept her opinions to herself. Oh, it was obvious how she felt from her tight jaw and the little lines around her eyes that seemed a constant the last two days. “When you told me about this operation, what the FBI wanted you to do, I didn’t think you’d actually accept.”

“I know. I didn’t either,” Deeks admitted.

“Then why did you?” Kensi demanded, confusion and pain slipping into her voice. Guilt and dread at the knowledge that he was the reason for her stress ran through him.

“They told me how many people they suspect are being trafficked in this ring. It’s hundreds, Kens.” He turned slightly, flicking a gaze at Kensi. Her hands were clenched atop her thighs, as though barely controlling some response she didn’t want him to see. “They showed me pictures of a few they managed to rescue. Little girls, and women barely older than Rosa.” His voice cracked on the last word, and Kensi made a soft, choked sound. “That’s why I had to.”

He heard the rustle of the quilt as Kensi climbed off; felt her stop directly behind him.

“Baby, we got out so we wouldn’t be pulled into situations like this. It makes me sick too, but we have an obligation to your children first,” she said pleadingly. “As selfish as that sounds.”

He didn’t say anything in response, knowing he wouldn’t be able to control himself if he did, but his hands shook as he tugged at the zipper on his duffel bag.

“If I were in your place, you would be so angry,” Kensi continued when he stayed silent. “You would be reminding how much you need me, how we only just stopped living in constant fear of dying on any given day. You wouldn’t want me to go.”

“I know—I know that Kensi, and I know I am the worst hypocrite for doing this. I’m so sorry,” he said. Kensi let out a small sob, her arms suddenly grasping at his back, coming up around his stomach and chest. He grabbed her hand desperately, clinging to it.

“I’m so mad at you,” she whispered hoarsely. “But that doesn’t mean I love you any less, and I need you to come back to us ok. I need you to be as careful as you can because I won’t be there to watch your back.”

“I will,” he promised, turning so he could see Kensi. He thumbed away the tears trailing down her cheeks, his throat tightening. Cupping his jaws between her palms, she tilted her chin up to kiss him, and then he couldn’t keep his tears back any longer.

“I love you,” Kensi whispered, slipping her hands down his neck and rubbed up and down his back.

“I love you too,” he murmured back. When they finally parted, he cleared his throat, futilely wiping at his eyes, and crossed over to the bed.

Caleb dropped a soft cube when Deeks leaned over to pick him up, babbling soft as he reached out with his chubby little hands. Deeks gathered him against his chest, picking Sophia up in the other hand.

“Hey, daddy loves you so much,” he said, speaking just to them. I’m going to be gone for a little bit, and I’m gonna miss you, but I’ll be back before you know. Mommy and sister will keep you so busy, you probably won’t even notice.”

Even though they couldn’t possibly understand him, they seemed to respond to the tone of his voice. Caleb hugged the side of Deeks’ head while Sophia burrowed into his chest. Kissing each of their heads, he allowed himself a few more seconds to breathe in their innocent baby smell, and then nodded to Kensi, who was struggling to keep her tears back again.

Together, they walked into the living room, where Rosa waited. She had a book open on the coffee table, but Deeks could tell she hadn’t actually been reading. She jumped up as they walked in, eyes darting over their faces, the duffel bag Kensi had brought from their room, the twins snuggled in his arms.

Without a word, she darted forward, hugging Deeks as best she could with his arms full.

“Please be careful,” she said. “I can’t lose another father.”

“Everything’s gonna be ok,” he assured Rosa, even though he didn’t fully believe it himself. “But just in case, I’m so proud of you and I love you.”

“Love you, Marty.”

Kensi joined the hug, squeezing between them. It was over far too fast, and they moved apart, each sniffling as Deeks passed the twins back to Kensi and Rosa, and took his duffel bag.

He cast a final look over his family, the place they called home before he stepped out of the door.

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A/N: I might have made this overly dramatic, but writing it made me cry. Enjoy the extreme angst! The actual whump part will come eventually.

[mylovehes]

Agent

Masterlist

Summary: Spencer is constantly mean to reader so she calls him agent to purposely get on his nerves. One day Spencer has enough and shuts the reader up.

A/N: This is one of my first writings so any feedback is appreciated I hope you enjoy! Also feel free to leave a request!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Smut 18+

Today was just like any other day. I’ve been working for the BAU for almost five years now as an assistant for the whole team following them wherever a case may take them and even occasionally consulting. My favorite part of the job was teasing a certain messy curly haired guy, well besides helping catch the bad guys of course. 

One of the rules I have to follow being the BAU’s personal assistant is not being able to go home until everyone else has, even if they decide to stay late. You can imagine how frustrating that is especially since it seems like Spencer was purposefully staying late every night, knowing how much it annoys me, when I would much rather be curled up on the couch at home reading a book and drinking some coffee. 

“Are you almost done agent?” I asked Spencer with a sarcastically sweet voice, setting the copies he asked me to make for him down on his desk. The truth was Spencer hated being called agent instead of doctor and I knew that, but of course I had to get his blood boiling just a little bit. Spencer rolled his eyes and grabbed the papers stuffing them into the case file and putting it in his bag

“If you hate being here so much y/n, then why don't you just quit?” Spencer spit back annoyed with me and the improper use of his title. Spencer has had a problem with me since I started working for the BAU and I can't figure out why. eventually I gave up trying to figure it out and began purposely trying to piss him off. 

“Well agent, I actually happen to like my job, just not staying way passed my scheduled time every night while you sit there and do paper work,” I said sitting on the corner of his desk pushing aside some of his papers which I knew also annoyed him.

“Call me that one more time, see what happens,” Spencer said glaring over at me while packing up his stuff for the night. Finally. 

“Am I supposed to be scared of you?” I said looking him in the eye challenging him. I always had a crush on Spencer, but never acted on it due to him always being an ass towards me for no reason. 

“Maybe you should be y/n,” Spencer said standing up and towering over me while wearing a smirk on his face as I was still sitting on his desk. My breathe caught in my throat and I suddenly forgot how to breathe or speak. We both were chest to chest, me looking up at him through my lashes while he glared down at me. My gaze glanced down to his plump lips while his glanced down towards mine. Suddenly Spencer pulled away like he forgot where he was for a minute. “I’m done for tonight you’re free to go.”

I began collecting what little stuff I brought with me and then headed towards the elevator which Spencer had just stepped on. I glanced over at Spencer wondering if there was any chance he could feel the same about me. The way he looked at me back there wasn’t how coworkers look at each other. Suddenly an idea popped into my mind.

“Have a good night agent,” I said right before the elevator dinged and the door opened. I almost made it out the door when I felt a yank on my arm and a hand threading through my hair roughly pulling my lips to Spencer’s. He pushed me up against the wall kissing me roughly until my lungs burned for oxygen and I had to pull away for air. 

Spencer continued to trail sloppy wet kisses down my neck slightly sucking here and there. A small moan left my lips as he kissed a particular spot on my neck causing my hips to push forward onto his prominent bulge. Spencer let out a groan causing me to smirk. 

“Well if you wanted to kiss me so bad agent all you had to do was ask,” I said teasingly knowing the way he was kissing me was in need of more than just my lips. 

“Shut up,” he said grabbing my arm and pulling me towards his car. I hoped into the passenger side while he got in the drivers side quickly starting the car and heading towards his place. He put his hand on my thigh and I clenched them together, suddenly embarrassed by how much of a mess I already was from just a kiss. 

As I arrived at Spencer’s apartment he opened my car door for me leading me to his apartment. He opened his door letting me walk in first and before I even had a chance to look at my surroundings he had me shoved against the door kissing me and unbuttoning my blouse. I shoved off his jacket and got to work on the buttons of his shirt trying to undress him as fast as possible. 

Spencer began leading me to his bedroom both of us throwing articles of clothing hazardously around his apartment on our way. He kicks the door closed behind him and pushes me down onto his mattress. Our lips lock once again and I let out a quiet groan as Spencer grinds up against me, nothing separating us but his boxers and my thin lace underwear. His lips begin to travel down my jaw leading to my neck sucking soft bruises into the skin there. I reach down and grasp him through his boxers and he grips my wrists pinning them both above my head.

“No touching,” he said moving his hands back down my body, one massaging my breast as his lips begin their work on the other one. 

“Spencer please,” I whine lifting my hips up to meet his. He pushes my hips down denying me what I want. 

“What do you want?” He asked trailing kisses slowly down my stomach. When he gets to the waist band of my panties he pauses looking up at me expectantly.

“I want you to touch me please,” I whine trying to move beneath him to get any type of friction I can. 

“Now why should I give you what you want when you can’t even refer to me by my correct title,” he said kissing lower and lower until his breath was right above where I needed him most. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry just please I need you,” I cried clenching my thighs once again. Spencer pulled my thighs apart settling between them so I couldn't close them again. He slowly dragged my underwear down my legs and threw them to the side.

“Look how wet you are,” He said dragging a finger up my folds causing me to little out a small whimper. “Who made you this wet?” I let out a moan in response threading my fingers through his hair. “I want to hear words,” Spencer said stopping all movement while looking up to my face.

“You did Spence! Please touch me!” I cried with need for the man currently teasing me.

“As you wish,” he said leaning down and sucking licking my clit leaving me a complete and utter moaning mess under him. My fingers clenched in his hair, pulling at the soft curls causing Spencer to moan against me. I cried out getting closer and closer to my orgasm. Just as I was about to come Spencer stopped his movements smiling up at me.

“What the fuck Spencer!” I cried looking down at him.

“If you want to come then call me by my correct title,” he said smirking at me drawing light circles on my bundle, just enough to drive me crazy but not enough to satisfy my hunger. I whined not wanting to give into his demand knowing it would piss him off more but not being able to hold off denying him for long.

“Please Dr. Reid I’m sorry!” I whimpered begging for him to let me get the release I so desperately needed. He applied slightly more pressure but still not enough. “Please just fuck me! I won't call you agent again I’m sorry Dr. Reid I’m sorry!” I cried pulling his head up to mine. 

“Good girl listen to you, so needy,” he said traveling back up my body and locking his lips with mine. Spencer pushed his boxers down his legs and lined himself up with me. He thrust into me slowly, both of us letting out a low groan. “Fuck you're so tight y/n.” 

His thrusts picked up speed leaving me a moaning mess beneath him. Spencer leaned down connecting our lips while pounding into me with even more force. I pulled away letting out a loud moan as his lips trained down my neck groaning into the skin. Soon I felt the familiar build up signaling my orgasm was quickly approaching. “Spencer I’m gonna-” 

“I know baby let go,” he said not far behind me picking up his speed and reaching down to draw circles on my bundle of nerves to bring me to my high sooner. I let out a high moan feeling my orgasm wash over me and Spencer soon came right after continuing to ride out our highs. 

Spencer pulled out both of us letting out a small groan at the loss of contact. He laid beside me pulling me over to lay on his chest. After a few minutes I glanced up at him to see if he was still awake. “Spencer can I ask you a question,” I whispered nervous to find out his answer.

“Yeah of course,” he said furrowing his eyebrows and shifting to look down at me.

“Why are you always so mean to me, did I do something wrong?” I asked the question that has been on my mind since the moment I met the young doctor. 

“No you didn't do anything wrong y/n” Spencer said sighing. “The truth is I really like you and I thought if I was mean to you, it would make you hate me and I wouldn't have to deal with those feelings and you not feeling the same.”

“Spencer that’s stupid,” I said smiling up at the doctor. “I really like you too. I have since the day I met you.” Spencer smiled down at me pulling our lips into a sweet kiss. I pulled away smiling cheekily at Spencer, “Maybe I should call you agent more often Dr. Reid.”

“Shut up,” he smiled pulling you in for another kiss.

[mcfreakin-bxtch]

Just the Beginning (Agent Whiskey x Reader)

So uh ... this came out way longer than I expected. 

Warnings: Smut, Masturbation, A teenie bit of phone sex but barely, Daddy kink, Breeding kink, Oral (f), Cockwarming, Fluff 

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Here we go kids, my first Whiskey fic. I am slowly but surely getting through Pedro Pascal’s characters. 

Masterlist // Pedro Pascal Masterlist

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Whiskey stares at the family in front of him. They’re not too far from him, but far enough to where he can only hear the giggles of the children as they run around the pretty flowers. It gets him thinking about the unjustly loss of his wife and unborn child.

It also gets him thinking of you. He knows you’re sitting at home right now, waiting for him to come back. Luckily for you and him, he’s only a few minutes away from your shared apartment, stopping by one of your favorite flower shops after finishing up some paperwork at the office. He’s early, so you don’t know he’s so close to being in your arms again, and he plans on making his surprise as sweet as it can get. 

He hears the kids again as the family is walking out of the shop, and he smiles softly to himself. And again, he thinks about you. How happy the two of you are, fresh three years into your relationship, one of which as a happily married couple. 

And now he can’t help but think in this small, minuscule moment, that the timing is right. This is it. 

It’s been bothering him for a while now, the idea of starting a family with you. He knows that you want kids as well, but you’ve been nothing but understanding and patient with him and there are days he can’t help but feel guilty; like he’s doing nothing but holding you back and you’re letting him because you love him. 

But Jack loves and trusts you enough to give it a second shot. He’d leave the Statesmen completely, save up and buy a nice home in a nice neighborhood, and do everything he can to keep his family safe, because yeah, the first time was in no means his fault, but he’ll be damned if he’ll ever let anything like that happen again. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself at another close loss. 

Life is too short, he thinks as his body moves before his mind can catch up with it, and next thing he knows he’s got his phone pressed to his ear, dial tone ringing as he impatiently waits, walking back to his car. 

Meanwhile you groan in frustration, staring at your phone, willing for his contact picture to pop up on the screen.

Whiskey has been gone for a full month now and you miss him terribly. At night, you lay on his side of the bed, falling asleep with one of his shirts on and inhaling the scent of the shampoo he uses on his pillow; it’s spicy and fresh, just how he likes it. 

It’s harder to wake up in the mornings, cold and alone without the presence of your husband. Without the soft touches on your back and the pressing kisses on your face, the giggle fits that follow through.

It’s even harder when you want nothing more than for him to pound you deep into your mattress, fucking you so hard you can barely walk the next day. Those are the nights you’re so desperate to hear his voice, to have him guide you to your orgasm, but most times you’re not so lucky and can’t even receive a text from him until the next day or so. 

But what’s really the worst part of it all is the doctor's appointment just a few weeks ago. You wished Jack was with you when she confirmed your suspicions: you’re pregnant. 

You paced back and forth in your bedroom that day, straight after the appointment. You picked at your bottom lip as you did, bouncing in your steps and starting to become dizzy. 

But you weren’t panicking, far from it actually. You were excited. 

You and Jack hadn’t discussed having a family of your own, not to the fullest extent at least. Little lingering looks at the sight of baby clothes when you went shopping and comments here and there, but you never actually sat down and talked about having kids. You knew of his past with the loss of his previous wife and child, the revenge, all of it. And you were nothing but patient and understanding with him, because you were so fucking proud of how far he’d come to the man he was today, and nothing can take that away from him.

So no, it wasn’t planned by all means, but there was no doubt in your mind that he’d do anything for you and your child, no matter what. And you could just imagine the ecstatic smile that’d stretch his lips as soon you’d tell him the news, the happiest scream he’d ever let out echoing through the apartment, and swept off your feet in a tight hug. 

You just really need him right now. 

Suddenly your phone buzzes and you jump, placing a hand over your heart and sighing in relief when you see it’s just your phone. The shock continues when you see it’s Jack calling you, and you press the answer button without a second thought, a ‘hey’ barely reaching your lips when he says,

“You ever think about it?”

Your brows scrunch in confusion, still catching your breath from your little scare. 

“About what?” You ask before he can ask what’s wrong. 

He falters, but only for a moment. “Starting a family.”

You freeze, sucking in a breath as you start to smile. 

But he takes your short silence as rejection (and you don’t know how he could fucking think that). 

“F-forget it. We’ll talk later if you want, I’m - “

“I’m pregnant.”

There’s nothing but silence on the other line - sans the cars and people you hear in the background - and you hold your breath. 

Then your heart leaps as you hear his elated gasp through the speaker. You can imagine his perfect face right now, mouth agape and eyes wide as he replays your words in his head. 

“R-really baby? You’re really pregnant?” He asks, voice low and soft as he sets the bonque of colorful flowers in the passenger side of his car, sitting in the driver's seat and grinning; he probably looks a little odd to the bystanders, but screw ‘em. 

“Yeah,” you say through a breathless laugh, grinning just as widely. “Yeah, you’re gonna be a daddy.”

He laughs with you, and you feel the burn of fresh tears in the back of your eyes, but they don’t fall quite yet. 

“I’ll be damned sugar,” he drawls. “We did it.”

“We did,” you beam. “And now you just need to get your cowboy ass home.”

He chuckles and fuck this moment is so perfect and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. 

“I’m just a few minutes away honey,” he starts to lower his voice as he continues. “And when I walk through that door, we’re gonna celebrate. Think you’re ready for me baby?”

The question is retorical, because of course you’re fucking ready for him. 

A pool of arousal hits you like a ton of bricks, delightfully shivering you to the core. You bite down on your lip, squirming on the edge of the bed. 

“Yeah daddy?” You coo sweetly, just how you know he likes it. “How are we going to do that, huh?”

“Naked, that’s definitely step one.” He says without skipping a beat. 

You laugh, but the heat in your lower stomach grows and your thighs rub together on instinct. 

“And then?” You continue. 

You know he’s probably driving to your apartment right now while still on the phone with you and you’ll most likely berate him for it later - but the words tumble out of you without any prehemps. 

“I play with that beautiful little pussy,” he growls. “I’m gonna lick that cunt like it’s my last meal, babygirl. Fill you up with more of my cum.”

You moan, closing your eyes at his deliciously wicked words. Your hips move on their own, moving slightly upwards as you imagine his tongue piercing your drenched core. 

“Hurry daddy,” you whine. 

“Don’t start without me.” Is all he says before the line goes dead.

You carelessly throw your phone back on your nightstand, your body tingling with excitement. 

You know you should wait for him, like he had told you to. But fuck it’s been too long without him, without that sweet touch of relief. 

Shimming your shorts and panties down your legs, you sigh softly as you feel a cool air hit your pussy. You throw your shirt over your head before laying back against the soft, plush pillows, knowing Jack will be home any second now.

Ghosting your hand over your chest, feeling goosebumps litter your skin, you palm your breast in one hand as the other continues their journey down. You will yourself to keep your legs spread open despite the increasing pulse between them that screams for any type of friction. 

You close your eyes as you dip a finger into your juices, imagining it’s Jack’s finger, and slide up to your clit, giving the bundle of nerves a teasing rub. 

A whine tears from your throat as you pinch your nipple and continue your ministrations on your clit. You dip your finger back down and slowly press yourself inside, curling a finger and runting in the heel of your hand.

It’s not the same as Jack’s, and you’re having a little trouble finding that sweet spot inside you that he never fails to reach, but it’s been too long without him and the giddiness of what’s to come is so overwhelming. 

“Jack,” you breathe as you add another finger. 

“Thought I told you not to start without me.”

You’re not surprised that you didn’t hear him come in. It’s a habit of his, one that used to scare you silly. Now, you send him a coy smile as you slow your pumps, giving him the perfect view of your stuffed pussy. 

“Sorry baby,” you apologize. “I just missed you.”

You’re happy to see no visible marks on him. He’s a bit more tan than when he left, but he’s otherwise the same as before and you sigh in relief.

“Oh I missed you too.”

You take him in as he drinks you up, watching your every move. You beam when you notice the bouquet of flowers in his hand. 

“They’re beautiful!” You exclaim. 

Jack smirks, setting the flowers down on your dresser and beginning to shed his jacket. 

“I come in here, planning on awarding you for such a blessing as this, and I find you already beating me to it.”

You lick your lips as he walks closer to the bed, a noticeable tent forming in his pants. You go to pull your fingers out in favor of his cock but he tsks at you when he sees what you’re about to do. 

“Daddy didn’t say stop sugar,” he says, all liquid honey. 

You groan and reluctantly continue, curling your fingers and moving them in and out faster. 

He sheds the rest of his clothes off except for his boxers, and you want nothing more than to feel his body against yours, to run your fingers through his perfectly kept locks and feel the slip of his lips against yours. 

“I’m sorry daddy,” you sigh. “I want your big cock in me, want you to fuck me real good. Please?”

He hums but doesn’t say anything as he sits on the edge of the bed, right in front of your open legs. He caresses your calf, squeezing when he sees your pussy clench around your fingers. 

“I’m so proud of you,” he starts to murmur. You’re not sure if it’s something you’re meant to hear in this - a little rather awkward when you fucking masturbating in front of him, but he’s so sincere and shit you love him so much - moment, but it’s making your heart flutter.

“You’ve given me a gift I’ll never be able to repay,” he continues. “And fuck baby you’re going to be such a good mom.”

You feel the coil deep in your belly start to tighten, and you arch your back slightly when you start to feel your impending orgasm creep down your spine. 

Jack moves until his head is leaning against your thigh, pushing your legs wider apart while he kisses the supple flesh; the burn of his mustache is a burn you welcome eagerly and causes your drenched cunt to flutter harder. 

“I want you to come on your fingers,” he commands. “Do it baby. Do it for daddy.”

You moan louder and your hips leave the mattress before he pushes you back down, nipping at your thigh. He's so close to you that you feel his heavy, hot breaths against your hand as you work yourself closer and closer to your orgasm.

It takes three more pumps of your fingers and more of Jack’s encouragement and you’re cumming hard, a silent cry on your lips and back bowed as your body convulses. 

“Good girl.”

The endearment only adds to your post-orgasmic high, and your body still twitches as you’re panting, leaving your fingers inside of you. 

Your ears ring a little as you start to come down. You feel Jack nudge at your hand, helping you pull your fingers out. You groan softly at the loss and watch with lidded eyes as he sticks the fingers in his mouth, sucking away your cum. It makes your breathing pick back up slightly, and your hungry core flutter again in want. 

He finally slips his boxers down his legs, kicking them away like they are garbage. His rather impressive girth slaps against his abdomen, a bead of precum leaking from the tip. His pupils are black with need and he slithers between your legs like your fucking treasure, gazing at you with nothing but pure adoration. 

“Hi’a,” he says with a goofy grin. 

You giggle because it’s so fucking adorable, and it’s high pitched to your ears - probably too high - but who really gives a fuck at this point. He joins you, placing his forehead against yours, lips just inches away from your open one; you can taste mint as his breath mixes with yours, and you smile. 

You take his face between your hands and bring him down for a rough but passionate kiss, clashing teeth that you know will sting a little after but you don’t find it in yourself to care when you taste him on your lips again, and his tongue is tracing over your bottom lip and you let him in; your tongue dances languidly with his, and you whimper when he moans into the kiss, grinding his painfully hard erection against the planes of your stomach. 

Running your hands through his hair, you bring him impossibly closer to you as the kiss becomes borderline filthy, and you can’t keep your hips still as they slide up into his, spreading your slick juices along his cock. 

He pulls back from the kiss, pressing a quick, sloppy one on the tip of your nose before trailing them down your neck. His tongue swipes just below your ear and he sinks his teeth around the spot, sucking. You let out a small cry and arch into him, digging your nails into the back of his neck. 

His hand slides down the slopes of your body, squeezing every bit of flesh he touches. Once he gets to your ass he gives you a light slap, earning a cry from you as you jump in his arms. He palms the red flesh, bringing his head from your neck to give you one more kiss before descending down to your breasts. 

“I love these gorgeous tits,” he groans, his breath hovering just above your erect nipples. It elects more delectable shivers from you as you agonizingly wait for him to put his mouth back on you. 

“And soon they’re going to be plump and full for our little one.” 

He all but growls this before slanting his mouth over your breast, teeth lightly nipping at your nipple as he palms and toys with the other. You shut your eyes as you groan softly, your slickness dripping down your thighs. 

“Fuck Jack,” you moan. “I fucking love that mouth.”

You feel his chuckle vibrate through you as he continues to suck and nip at your chest. It’s not long before he’s alternating to the other, giving it the same amount of attention. 

But you’re impatient and too fucking horny to finish this foreplay, so you plant both hands of his shoulders and give him a little push. It takes him a second to latch off your breast, but when he does he stares darkly at you; all thoughts evaporate with just that single look and it makes your legs clamp around his waist. 

“I need you,” you finally say. “Right now. Can make it up to me later.”

You expect him to give you that stupid little smirk he adornes as his signature and crack a corny joke, just because you laugh and give him that pointed look, before complying. 

Instead, he crawls further down the bed until his face is lined right back in front of your cunt.

“I said I was gonna lick this perfect beauty,” he murmurs huskily. “Give this pussy the attention it needs.”

You want to argue with him and tell him you have all night to explore each other’s body more thoroughly, but any word that wants to escape is stuck in your throat, mind blank as you watch him grab your legs and sling them over his shoulders. 

“Gonna make you cum on my tongue before I show my proper thanks to this perfect pussy for keeping my cum.”

Jack has never spoken like this before. Sure, there was a lot of dirty talk during sex, but this? It was all new territory and fuck was it turning you on more and more. 

He kisses the inside of your right thigh, licking and nipping at the molds. Your panting now, waiting, watching. 

He moves on to the left, and you think now he’s just doing this to tease you more than anything. You’re about to make a smart ass reply when Jack delves right into your aching cunt, sliding his tongue from your entrance all the way up to your bud; all the while staring right at you, his gaze intense and burning as he makes sure you’re looking right back at him.

“S-shit!” You exclaim, hips bucking under his strong forearm. 

You feel his smirk against your heat and it makes your eyes roll in the back of your head when he slithers his tongue in and out of your quivering cunt. 

Your hands find their way into his hair, pushing his face into your heat. He hums in approval when you give them a tug.

He kisses your hot cunt like it’s the most delicate thing in this universe. Each kiss is sloppy and harder than the last and he nips his teeth against your slit. 

“You’re so perfect darling. So good for me.”

Your moans increase in volume when he reattaches his lips to your clit, giving it a particularly hard suck that has your toes curling and legs shaking. 

“Jack Jack, Jaaack.” You find yourself whimpering as the fire grows hotter between your legs, muscles clenching as you feel another orgasm take place. 

He hums, shaking his head a little as his tongue continues to squirm in oh all the right places that he knows has you puddy in his arms. 

“Cum on daddy’s tongue baby,” he grunts, just inches away from your clit. “Give it to me.”

His tongue delves back and fuck he’s twirling faster than before and just a few sucks…

“Oh - oh fuck daddy I’m c-cumming!”

His muscles strain to keep your hips down as he keeps working you through your second climax. There’s nothing but a pitched moan escaping you as the fire within you starts a crescendo, up and down, until you’re finally sighing and your body is relaxing back down on the bed. 

You don’t register his soft kisses at first, travelling up until he’s laying over top of you again, stealing - literally, as you’re trying to catch your breath - the air from you as he slants his lips on yours, humming into the kiss when you whine in the back of your throat; you can still taste yourself on him and the taste - thanks to him - isn’t odd to you anymore. 

You twist your head to the side to breathe, groaning when he kisses the pulse beat on your neck. 

“Got one more for daddy?”

You giggle breathlessly and kiss him in response, biting down teasingly on the curve of his plump lip, pulling back. 

Jack rubs your stomach as he leans down on his forearm, admiring you. He doesn’t waver his stares from yours, and you swear you see the twinkle of a tear in his eyes. 

“You’re going to look fucking incredible with my baby in you.”

It’s all the warning you get before he starts his slow plunge into you, moaning softly with you as he drags his thick cock through your hungry folds until he’s buried to the hilt. 

Yours fingers can never do you any justice after feeling so full of him. Nothing could. His chest is pressed right against yours, barely an inch of skin not touched by his; it’s the most wonderful source of warmth you don’t ever want to let go. 

He gives you a few short pecks on the lips before he pulls back - unbearably slow and excruciating, despite how nice and beautiful it is - stopping when the head of his cock is just outside your entrance and sliding back in at the same, languid pace. 

You wrap one arm around his shoulders, palming his back and feeling the muscles beneath it stretch and coil with every thrust, and run the other through his hair as you did before; the occasional scratch of your nails against his scalp earns you a low grunt from the Agent. 

His forehead is pressed against yours and you do your best to keep your eyes open for him. 

“I love you,” you say. 

He smiles and you gasp when he pushes his hips down and grinds them juuuuuust right, making your oversensitive pussy clench around him. 

“I love you too. More than you’ll ever know.”

You don’t doubt that. But you don’t have time to dwell on it now; you’re even surprised you can still speak coherently. 

His pace suddenly picks up, the lewd sounds of his dick pounding into your abused cunt echoing across the apartment. It has your heart doing flips at the obscenity of it. 

Jack groans when your hips lift up as he comes down, pushing himself deeper into your core. 

“F-sh - fuck darling, you’re so tight, s-so warm for me,” he stutters, burying his face in your neck and pressing his cheek hard against yours. 

“A - all for you daddy,” you coo. 

He growls, planting his hands on your lower back and lifting you up until your lower half is practically sitting in his lap. 

His head whips up, taking the rest of his upper half with him and towering over you, gripping your hips and impaling you faster on his cock; it’s not as hard as he’d usually be with you, and you think he’s already afraid of hurting the baby. 

“I can’t wait to see those marks on your stomach,” he moans, palming your belly as he says so. “Proof of giving life to our child - Shit babygirl you get me so fucking hard.”

Your mouth is wide open and you’re sure what you’re feeling on the corner of your mouth is drool, but all you can think about is your husband’s new kink and how his hips piston even faster the more he talks about it. 

“Oh!” 

It comes close to a scream when he hits your g-spot, and you hear him chuckle weakly. He shifts his hips until he’s repeatedly hitting it. 

Every nerve in your body is wired, swimming with the pain and pleasure of his hips snapping into yours; the feel of his veins along his dick, scratching against your velvety walls.

“D-daddy,” you whimper. “Want to cum, want to feel your cum in me, sir, please.”

Jack lets out a noise you can only describe as a mix between a snarl and a sigh after you beg him; you grin at the effect you still have on him. 

But fuck, what he has on you? With the way he looks right now, on edge and wild; eyes pitch black, lips curled back, hair sticking out in different directions, and the tension in his lower abdomen as you feel him twitch inside you; every time you see his muscles move powerfully it makes your heart skip and flop and It’s nothing short of beauty and dirty that has you your pussy fluttering hard around him. 

“F-fuck go deeper,” you grunt pathetically.

He obliges and each time he does there’s a swivel to his hips that makes you see stars.

“I can feel you,” he rasps. “I can feel that cunt clenching me. F-fuck pretty girl that pussy does not want to let me go.”

You thrash under him, fisting the sheets as your body feels like it’s been dipped in liquid fire. 

“J- daddy I - I’m…”

You can’t even finish your sentence because he places his rough thumb on your clit, rubbing in quick, tight circles. 

Your jaw slackens and your eyes roll in the back of your head, your release barreling you until you can barely breathe, and the only indication of your orgasm is the hard and painful clench of your seeping pussy and your shuddering body; you hear small, pathetic whimpers and you vaguely register it as something that’s coming out of you. 

Jack closes his eyes and takes a deep breath when he feels you cumming, increasing his thrusts until the slap of his balls against your ass is audible. 

“Shit baby I’m cumming in that beautiful pussy.”

Jack grunts loudly as he gives you a few more rough, hard thrusts before shoving himself as far into you as he can, planting his hips against yours as you feel the thick, hot ropes coating your walls. 

“Oh that’s it baby, take more of that precious cum.” It comes out needy and breathless, and the ironclad grip he has on your hips doesn’t let up.

Your whine is lodged when he pulls out very slowly to watch a stream of his cum pool out of you. You grip his forearms, nails digging into his skin as he watches the scene before him, and you moan softly when he pushes himself back into your leaking hole. 

Your name is a whisper on his lips and he leans down to give you a sweet kiss. 

“Can daddy sit in this stuffed pussy? Just for a minute… it’s been too long, baby.” He begs. 

You can only nod, wrapping your arms around him. He carefully brings the both of you to your sides until your laying down facing each other. 

There’s nothing but the sounds of your breaths in the room, tangy with the aftermath of your excursions. Your throat is hoarse and your entire body is limp, completely spent and more than satisfied. 

The silence that follows is familiar, comfortable, as you bask in the warmth of his arms once again. You know he feels the same way with the way he buries his face in your hair, tugging you closer to him. 

But after a while he pulls out and you hear the squelch as he does. Going to the bathroom to clean himself up, he comes back out with a damp washcloth, gently cleaning you as you still twitch.

“C’mere,” you slur, opening your arms loosely for him. 

He obliges, throwing the washcloth to the corner of the room before laying down by your side and pulling you to his chest. You rest your hand over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath your palm. It’s soothing and it makes you feel at peace again. 

“Thank you,” he whispers. “For everything.” He adds, and he’ll say it a thousand more times as long as he wants to. 

You kiss his chest, humming softly when you feel him lightly scratch your back. 

“Nothing to thank me for, Jack.” You whisper back. “You know I’d do anything for ya, no matter how much you can piss me off.”

His chest rumbles as he chuckles. 

“Likewise sweetheart.”

“We can do this, and nothing’s gonna stop us, you hear me?” He nods, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Thank you for the flowers, by the way.”

“Nothing to thank me for.”

You can fall asleep just like this. Your heart feels lighter, and there’s a glow in the room and in your stomach that gets you picturing your perfect little family, nothing short of smiles and laughter, grills in the back, bonfires... 

From the way Jack was talking now, there were going to be a lot more kids in your future. And you have no problem with that at all. 

You’re about to drift off before he gives you a light slap to your ass.

Yelping, you turn in his arms, giving him your best scowl and glaring at him when he laughs at you. 

“That’s not the end of the celebration baby.” He exclaims, thickening his accent. “We still got dinner and aboooout four or so rounds before I’m done with you.”

Your eyes widen. “I- I’m not sure I can make it past four.”

He says nothing and leans in until his nose is brushing against yours.

“I’m gonna give you more.” Is all he says.

It’s promise is sweet, ravenous. You don’t need specifics to know what that promise really entails. 

You nibble at your bottom lip, holding back a smile. As subtle as you can, you lay your hand on his thigh, sliding it slowly up; his breath hitches and clenches his jaw, eyes on yours. 

“So cowboy,” you say coyly, slipping the tip of your tongue so it barely touches his bottom lip. He wants to close the small gap, you can see it in the way he lightly twitches, but you want to toy with him a little bit more. 

“What are you cooking?”

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[thunder-the-ranger-wolf]

Possible snippet from Brothers in Arms: The Iron Man Dilemma

Summary, One, Two, Three

Tony has never been so happy to see anyone else ever in his life. Rhodes was alive. The man didn’t die with the rest of those poor kids. As it turned out, neither did the driver of his vehicle. They weren’t the only survivors but they were the only ones he knew the names of. He resolved to learn the rest of their names when he got to wherever this godsforsaken helicopter was taking them. Didn’t these forsaken humans know that proper Wolves didn’t hunt in Thor’s territory?! He’d strike them all for being so foolish, even in the middle of the day!

Thor did not, in fact, strike them down. The sky didn’t even seem ready to, and honestly, Tony could howl for all he was worth when his paws met solid ground. 

He’s almost sure that he did. 

He knows for a fact that his blue-eyed gaze met Pepper’s green one and saw emptiness as she waited for the plane to empty. 

“Where’s Tony?” She demanded sharply. “You brought back his dog. I didn’t even know he took Ace with him! Jesus Christ, you poor thing…” Pepper ran a hand of ragged nails through his fur as she parted it, likely checking for wounds. 

“We’re still looking,” Rhodes insisted. “He’s out there. He escaped. The place he left behind is crawling with our forces and most of them are reporting dead men, melted metal, and half the mountain blown to pieces. It’s a lot to go through, Ms. Potts, but we’re going to find him.” 

“Alright…” Pepper exhaled roughly, breath caught in her throat. “Good God, I can’t believe he took his dog… but okay. If he escaped… that’s good. It means he can be found. And people know where to look now. Okay… okay.”  

The redhead was panicking, talking about press conferences, finding a will, and getting updates on the search. While Tony desperately wanted to shift back and talk some sense into her, he wasn’t sure if he could. He didn’t even remember shifting in the first place, but everything ached and he was exhausted and he really, really needed to go home and sleep. So he nudged Pepper’s hand and walked over Yinsen and Ramirez, grabbing the former’s arm and yanking him over to the latter before nudging them both towards where Rhodes and Pepper were standing. 

“The dog…” Yinsen rasped. “He saved my life, just kept running like the fastest cattle herder I’ve ever seen.” 

Tony deeply resented that remark but saw it for the compliment that it was and did not nip Yinsen like he wanted to. He did flash his teeth, though. 

“Ace doesn’t like being compared to other dogs,” Pepper chuckled fondly. “Tony’s got this poor thing thinking he’s something special when really, he’s just big.” 

Tony definitely resented that remark and knew it was not a compliment at all. He pushed his head upward so that Pepper’s hand almost smacked her face. 

“Oh, you little shit!” She hissed playfully. “I know you know what you’re doing! Just for that, you’re not getting any treats today. I had a nice chunk of deer meat all ready but nope, it can wait.” 

Tony did his best not to roll his eyes and gave his best puppy eyes instead. 

“Whatever, you adorable giant of a dog. You’re so weird.” Pepper laughed quietly before standing to face the others. 

“We should get you all settled somewhere, likely a hotel to start with.” 

And Pepper was off, making plans and being the most competent and put-together assistant Tony has ever had the pleasure of working with. She was handling this surprisingly well since she had no idea that Tony was in fact his own dog and that said dog was actually a wolf. Tony knew there was no further point in hiding it once he managed to shift back. Especially not with this… new contraption in his chest. Loki must have begged Thor for strength and extended his abilities because this was the only way Tony could possibly be alive right now. He wouldn’t question it until he had the strength to change back. So… what felt like another week or so. Loki might have to tap in his nephew, Baldr, to lend Tony patience instead. 

The weeks go by slowly. Day by day, Tony feels less like he’s been blessed by Loki and more like the animal form he’s been blessed with. He wants to rip Obadiah’s throat open and scatter his entrails. He wants to get his jaws around every scrap of metal with the logo of Stark Industries on it and feel it crushed between his jaws. He wants a full list of every person who ever came into contact with whatever dirty operation that Stane is running so he and watch them cower under his claws and shit themselves when they see his teeth. He wants to go through Howard’s precious company one by one, each forsaken building of people that belong to the Stark name, and howl at them all until he gets a full picture of just what the fuck is going on and how deep it goes. 

Sometimes, he just wants to rip into that deer chunk Pepper was talking about and gnaw the bones down until they were as thin and perhaps as sharp as his claws. Sometimes, he wishes he could talk to people in this form. Sometimes, he wishes the world would go away. That he’d been left at the gates of Hel like the Norns intended the first time around. What was the point of Yinsen saving his life if he couldn’t do anything about it?! 

“You’re going to rip up the carpet, pacing like that.” Pepper sighed from behind her computer. “Look, c’mere. I know you miss Tony. I miss him too. It fucking sucks that he’s still out there, but he’s going to come back and when he does, he’ll be ready to hug your fur off and give you belly rubs and pamper you within an inch of your life.” 

Tony very much does not think about Pepper being the one in need of pampering. His poor personal assistant had so much shit to slog through on a daily basis that, as the days went by, got worse and worse. SHIELD sent an agent to debrief Yinsen while Ramirez was taken back by her own people and Tony lost track of what happened there. He hoped Rhodes was able to keep up with her. At the very least, he was glad she wasn’t forced to endure the hospitality of the Ten Rings. At most, he wanted to take Rhodes, Yinsen, and Ramirez, and bundle them into blankets on the softest couch he owned before he sat on them all. He was sure they would make great pillows as they themselves got however much sleep a normal human needed. He could be considered coherent after half an hour and a shitton of coffee, but he’d also pulled his fair share of all-nighters over the many, many, many years. 

(Good gods, why has it been so long?)

Pepper made a very good pillow. She was very soft. 

“Are you drooling on me, Ace?” Pepper asked as she scratched between his ears. “Of course you are. You’re a dog.” 

Tony tilted his head the other way and let his tongue loll. It was fun to watch her react to what she thought she knew, but Pepper Potts was far from stupid. He let his head rest on her ap and she kept scratching between his ears. If he closed his eyes, he could almost remember the last redhead to do that.

Tony changed back on a Monday night when the moon is full, two months after he returns from Afghanistan with the others. That makes it five months since his original capture. He’s missed a lot of things he knows he didn’t want to, among them Pepper’s birthday and the MIT commencement speech. He startled awake in the middle of the night to a bare chest and grey sweatpants, cropped hair, and nothing resembling the goatee people expected of him. Good. No one would recognize him if he were to go for a walk. As it were, he was too tired to do that so he rolled over and went back to sleep.

The next time he woke up, it was to someone’s scream. 

“What-? Where-? What the fuck, Potts?!” He panted, scared shitless by his assistant’s startled screech. 

“When did you get here?! How did you get here? Did JARVIS see you? Why didn’t you wake me? Ace should have barked… where is that dog of yours anyway?” 

“You probably scared him off with that screech of yours, Potts. Goodness, that was the loudest thing I’ve heard in two months.”

“What… Tony, what is that?” 

“You’re going to want to sit down for this. And let me get dressed, at least-.” 

“Don’t bother, I’ve already seen it.” Pepper snapped, tone as cold as her eyes as they pinned him to his spot on the bed. “What is it?” 

“I miniaturized the arc reactor technology used to power some of the SI buildings and put it in my chest.” 

Pepper shivered at that and when she spoke next, her voice cracked. 

“Why?” She demanded. 

“It’s an electromagnet. It’s keeping shrapnel from puncturing my heart. Did Yinsen get to you? He should be able to explain more.”

“What… goodness. This is…” 

“Feel free to take a seat,” Tony offered. At Pepper’s incredulous look, he rolled his eyes. “I’m not exactly in a position to take advantage of you.” He drawled. 

“That’s hardly my biggest issue.” The redhead scowled, walking over to the bed and sitting on the side where Tony was now sitting upright. 

She stared at the bright blue light and then caught Tony’s wary gaze. 

“You should get that looked at.” She said after a few moments of staring. Without warning, Pepper launched herself forward and wrapped her arms around her boss’ neck. Her forehead met his shoulder and he went extremely still as she sobbed on his shoulder. 

“Clearly I was missed,” He deadpanned after a few uncomfortable minutes. 

“You… it’s been five months. We didn’t know where you were or what happened! No one could track you-.” 

Pepper cut herself off as Tony stiffened underneath her and she watched his eyes harden. 

“Sorry,” She said immediately. “I guess this is awkward, I-.” 

“It’s not you,” Tony assured her. “I just… you saying that reminded me of something. Something I need to do later.”

“What needs to happen, Tony?” Pepper asked quietly. 

“Plenty, but nothing that you can help with right now.” 

“Alright. At the very least, I can make sure your schedule is clear for the next few months.” Pepper said, getting up and starting for the door.

“Thank you,” Tony exhaled roughly. “Help yourself to anything that isn’t gross and moldy by now and order whatever you want.” 

“Thanks,” came Pepper’s strained response.

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A Bundle of Secrets Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Everything happened in a blur. One minute, it seemed like everything was going to be fine and that this nightmare would finally be over but now it seemed like it was just beginning again. After Jonathan had to literally drag Cameron away from Kay so the medics could look after her and take her to the hospital. Despite his pleas to be with her in the ambulance, Mike thought it best to get him cleaned up and change his bloodied clothing so the medics wouldn’t have any distractions.

Cameron always said he liked to make his own destiny but now... fate seemed to be screwing with him and he had no control over it. They all sat in the waiting room, waiting for news but the most unnerving thing was that Cameron was being completely quiet. That is until he felt Farrah tug on his sleeve. He gave his baby niece a small smile which made her giggle then she buried her face in Johnny’s shoulder, “She wasn’t too much trouble, was she Dina?”

Dina shook her head, “Far from it. She was a downright angel.”

“I found this in Shawn and Fiona’s things.” Jonathan pulled out a book of fairytales from Farrah’s diaper bag, “I thought maybe we could use it. I hear stories are good for kids.”

Just then Farrah lifted her head and looked over to Cameron. She tried crawling out of Jonathan’s grasp but Cameron picked her up before she could slip out of his brother’s hold, “Where do you think you’re going young lady?” She giggled as Cameron sat her down on his lap and took the storybook from Johnny. He needed the distraction. He opened up the storybook and began to read to her. Everyone looked at each as Cameron desperately tried to distract himself from fearing the worst... although reading the story of Sleeping Beauty might not have been the best idea. Cameron sighed, “I just wish I knew if Kay was going to be okay.”

“She will be.” Gunter spoke up, “She’s tough. She’s not about to let some crazy woman’s bullet stop her.”

Cameron gave a small smile, “At the very least, we got them. Farrah may have to grow up without her parents but... at she’ll have answers.” He said kissing his niece’s curly-haired head.

“Cam?” Jonathan spoke up, “I need to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

Jonathan sighed, “I... sort of knew about Fiona.” He confessed.

Cam’s eyes widened as did everyone else’s, “W-what?”

“Jonathan, what are you talking about?” Dina asked.

“Cam, do you remember when Dad started calling both of us by your name?”

Cameron thought for a moment, “Y-yeah. We were... five I think.”

“Well, the night he started doing that... was the night when Fiona and her mother came over.”

Cameron blinked, “I-I don’t remember that...”

“Because you stayed in our room when Dad told us to.”

“You met Fiona?” Jordan asked.

“Just for a moment, when Dad and Fiona’s mother went into his office, Fiona had been left in the hall so I went over to her.” Jonathan gave a sad smile, “She was so cute, and Farrah looks just like her. She had our eyes Cam, that’s how I knew.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Cameron asked.

Jonathan sighed, “I asked Dad about it a few days later and... he made it very clear that I should just forget about what happened-”

“And you did.”

Jonathan held his head down in shame, “I didn’t want to but...”

Cameron placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “No, I get it. When Dad got angry, it wasn’t pretty.” The entire group sat in shock. They couldn’t believe that Johnny would allow himself to forget something like that but seeing how Cameron was reacting, they seemed to understand why he would. Cameron said, “I met her too.”

Jonathan blinked, mirroring his brother’s earlier reaction, “What?”

“What are talking about Cameron?” Gunter asked.

“I didn’t know it at the time.” He took a deep breath, “It was just after Johnny was taken to jail and I just took a walk around the city. I don’t know how long I must have been just walking around but I happened upon Marigold’s Cafe – that’s where Fiona worked – and I don’t know why, I just went in.” Everyone listened intently as Farrah clapped her hands before hitting Cam’s hands, in her own little world as he continued, “You guys know that I wasn’t in a good place, not as bad as Johnny but you know.” Dina, Gunter, and Jordan nodded, “She... she was actually pregnant with Farrah at the time.” Dina felt her eyes glaze over, “And I didn’t tell her I was upset or even what had happened but... she was just able to tell. For a moment, she helped me feel better.” He gave a light chuckle, “Looking back, it’s kind of uncanny just how much we seemed to get along...” He turned to Jonathan, “She did have our eyes... but her pleasant demeanor... I don’t know where she got that from.” He tried to joke which lifted everyone’s spirits a little.

Just then, Mike and Deakins walked in. Jonathan was the first to stand, “Well?”

Mike smiled, “Because of what she did to Kay... the mystery woman has no legs left to stand. We got her. For real this time.”

Jonathan couldn’t help grin ear-to-ear but then a question occurred to him, “And her name?”

“Cornelia Berossi.” Deakins smirked, “And that is her real name.”

“CB... no wonder she thought that we were kindred spirits or something.” Cameron said, shaking his head, “And Bennett and Vanessa Blanc?”

“They’re going to need a really good lawyer.” Mike said.

“Mr Black.” Both Cameron and Jonathan looked at Deakins, “I mean Jonathan.”

“Yes sir?” He nodded.

“I’m struggling with how to handle keeping you-”

“Out of prison?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes. Personally, I know you should be out but my bosses require-”

“Proof, I’m guessing.”

“Yes.”

Jonathan pulled out the USB from his jacket pocket and held it up, “Will the proof on this suffice?”

Deakins raised an eyebrow, “Where did you get that?”

Jonathan thought for a moment, “May I make a suggestion... your bosses don’t question how I obtained the USB and I don’t sue the government for wrongfully placing me in federal prison for over a year. I’m sure the press would love to eat that up.”

“Mr Black...” She smirked, “You are clearly the smarter twin.”

Jonathan smirked as Cameron spoke up, “Oh, sure, it’s not like I’m not here or have feelings or anything.” He joked as Farrah started giggling.

“Your niece seems to agree with me”

Cameron picked up Farrah and held close to his face, “Your laughter has bad timing little girl.” Farrah grabbed his nose and laughed again, “Again with the nose.”

Jonathan cracked a smile, “Do you think it will work?” He asked Deakins.

She nodded, “If there’s one thing I know the government hates more than injustice, it’s being publicly embarrassed and exposed.” She smirked.

“I like the way you think Sir.” Jonathan nodded.

Deakins held out her hand for a handshake, “And let me be the first to pre-congratulate you on getting out. Legally this time.” Jonathan shook the older woman’s hand, smiling. He was almost home. She took the USB from him, “I’ll make sure my superiors understand their choice here. You’re going home Jonathan.”

Just then the doctor walked in, removing his blue surgical gloves, “Agent Kay Daniels?” Cameron was the first to stand up, putting the book aside and everyone else followed suit.

“Is she going to be alright?” Cameron asked.

“She lost a lot of blood but thankfully the bullet didn’t hit anything too important.”Cameron almost felt relief but the doctor continued, “She did however flat line during surgery.”

“Flat line?” Jordan asked.

“Unfortunately. We managed to bring her back within a minutes but she still hasn’t woken up.”

“H-how long do you think it’ll take for her to wake up?” Cameron asked.

The doctor sighed, “I honestly can’t say. What’s best right now is to have someone constantly watching over her just in case something happens.”

“I’ll do it.” Cameron said.

Dina looked concerned, “Cameron, you should probably get some rest.”

“She’s right.” Gunter nodded, “You’ve been through a lot-”

“Yeah?” Cameron started, “Well, so has Kay.” He shook his head, “I’m going to be there when she wakes up”

“Mr Black, we don’t know how long that could take.” The doctor tried to reason.

“We’ll take shifts.” Jonathan said, “Whenever Cameron needs a break, one of us can step in for a few hours.” The rest of them reluctantly agreed as it was the only idea Cameron would settle with.

“Can we see her?” Dina asked.

“Only for a few minutes.” The doctor said leading them to Kay’s hospital room.

When they got there, they didn’t know how to react. Kay was lying in the hospital bed with her left arm in a sling, her bruises and cuts had been cleaned up and if it wasn’t for the monitors and IVs hooked up to her, she would’ve looked like she was asleep.

Deakins was having trouble believing that one of her best agents ended up like this. She secretly prayed that Kay would be able to return soon. Mike held his breath when he saw her. Everything happened so fast, he didn’t see just how bad Kay had gotten hurt.

Everyone else had the same expression of disbelief on their faces, Kay was always such an active badass and they just hoped she would wake up soon. Cameron felt his heart break when Farrah pointed at Kay and started kicking her legs in excitement, wanting to go to her, it made everyone’s heart break, “Johnny?”

“Yeah?” Jonathan replied.

“Could you watch Farrah for a little while?”

“Yeah, of course.” He took the baby from him, “Come on Pudding Sack” Farrah wrapped her little arms around Johnny’s neck and rested her cheek against his, “Yeah, I think she’s okay with this arrangement.”

Cameron managed a small smile, “You guys go get some rest.”

Gunter placed supportive hand on Cam’s shoulder before pulling him in for a bear. When he let go, “We’ll be back in a few hours.”

Cameron gulped, “Take your time.”

They all walked out but the doctor stayed to say one more thing, “Should anything unusual happen, the nurses are right outside to help.”

“Thank you Doctor.” The doctor left the room as Cam walked over to Kay and carefully took her right hand in his as he sat in the chair next to the bed. The beeping sounds of Kay’s heartbeat was the only thing that was keeping him from worrying too much at this point, “Hey Kay... I don’t know if you can hear me but...” He let out a chuckle, “That was really stupid Kay.” Repeating words she had once said to him, “Why would you put yourself in harm’s way for me? If you were awake, you’d probably say something like, ‘I’m an FBI agent Cam. It’s my job to protect civilians’ ... wouldn’t you?” Kay didn’t respond. She didn’t say anything, “Just... please wake up soon. I’m sorry but I don’t want to spend my life without you. I can’t imagine doing that anymore.” He pulled the chair closer to the bed so he could lean back while still holding her hand, “I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”

The End...

No I’m kidding; I would never do that to you guys! The story is starting to get a little lighter again... or is it? Stay tuned to find out!

Shoutout to @iarinhacosta for helping me figure out how to keep Johnny out of prison.

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A/N: This is not yet formatted correctly. I will fix it later! Merry Christmas everyone!

525,600 minutes 525,000 moments so dear 525,600 minutes How do you measure, measure a year?

Some would count in daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. Others in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. Let me ask, in 525,600 minutes, how do you measure a year in the life?

How about love? Hmm? How about love? I ask you. How about love? Would you measure in love? Seasons of love. Just seasons of love.

In her office, Maman scrolled through pictures of her and Hwasa. They were cute together, but the pictures didn’t show everything. Like the cheating. The breakup. The arguments. Just them smiling. Lying…

525,600 minutes. 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes. How do you measure the life of a woman or man? Would someone measure their life in truths that she learned, or in times that he cried? In bridges he burned, or the way that she died?

Either way, it's time now to sing out, though the story never ends. Let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends. Looking back it was important to remember the love you’ve gotten before. You got to, you got to remember the love.

You know that love is a gift from up above. Religious or not, it comes from a place of light. Love comes from all that is good and hopeful in the world or out of it. Remember the love. Share love, give love, spread love. Measure in love!

Seasons of love. Just seasons of love. Measure, measure your life in love

______

It had been a few days since Christmas and was now New Year’s Eve. The crew hadn’t returned to their home since they had no idea how to get in and also there were cops patrolling. There weren’t many now that the year was coming to a close, so Hyuna, Hyojong, and Hui stood by the door.

Hui used his skills to slowly pan to the padlock, “New Year’s Rockin’ Eve: The Breaking Back into the Building Party.”

“How long till next year?” Hyuna asked now in magenta purple dress made of crushed velvet and lace around the hem. It was long sleeves which made her even warmer in her jacket and black heels.

Hyojong looked at his watch, “Three and half minutes…”

“I'm giving up my vices.” She said. “I'm going back - back to school. Eviction or not, this week's been so hot that long as I've got you, I know I'll be cool.” She booped his nose. “I couldn't crack the love code, dear 'til you made the lock on my heart explode! It's gonna be a happy new year!”

He lifted her off the ground and spun her around.

“A happy new year.”

Hui came back from making sure the patrols really were gone, “Coast is clear. You're supposed to be working.” He took the cheap alcohol from Hyuna. “That's for midnight. Where are they? There isn't much time.”

“Maybe they're dressing.” The red head teased. “I mean what does one wear that's apropos for a party - that's also a crime?”

“Chips, anyone?” Hwasa said in a bright red leather(?) bathing suit and matching heeled boots.

The film nerd laughed and pointed the older camera at her, “You can take the girl out of Hicksville, but you can't take the Hicksville out of the girl.”

She stuck out her tongue, “My riot got you on TV. I deserve a royalty!”

Hyuna snuck the bottle away from Hui, “Be nice you two or no god awful champagne!”

Hwasa skipped over to the beautiful girl, “Don't mind if I do. No luck?”

Hyojong sighed, “Bolted plywood, padlocked with a chain. A total dead end.”

“Just like my ex-girlfriend.” The short haired woman dialed her just mentioned ex. “Jagiya...? I know you're there...Please pick up the phone. Are you okay?”

Hui chuckled as he filmed his own ex acting not so differently but also slightly different from when they dated. She swatted at him.

“It's not funny! It's not fair!! How can I atone? Are you okay?” She sighed. “I lose control, but I can learn to behave. Give me one more chance. Let me be your slave! I'll kiss your Doc Martens! Let me kiss your Doc Martens! Your every wish I will obey!!!”

Maman spoke from behind the desperate artist, “That might be okay. Down girl.”

Hwasa kneeled.

“Heel...stay.” Then she walked past the leather clad woman to talk to the others. “I did a bit of research with my friends at legal aid. Technically, you're squatters. There's hope, but just in case.” She pulled out a white bundle from her purse.

Rope!

Maman and Hui then began to plot, talking back and forth with him starting out, “We can hoist a line--”

“To the fire escape--”

“And tie off at…”

“That bench!” They said in unison and pointed at the same spot. They high fived each other.

Hwasa pouted, “I can't take them as chums.”

Maman scoffed, “Start hoisting...wench!” She tossed her ex the rope but was then chased by her and ran away with Hui close by.

Even Hyojong was able to crack a smile at their antics, “I think I should be laughing. Yet I forget, forget how to begin. I'm feeling something inside and yet I still can't decide if I should hide or make a wide open grin.” He grabbed his girlfriend around the waist. “Last week I wanted just to disappear. My life was dust, but now it just may be a happy new year. A happy new year!” He lifted the champagne bottle up high.

That’s when Namjoon announced himself dressed in all black, “Bond, James Bond.”

Key posed by his boyfriend, “And Pussy Galore. In person!” She had bolt cutters in hand.

Hyuna was glad to see her friend dressed up so well, “Pussy, you came prepared!”

The two hugged and Key said, “I was a boy scout once, and a brownie...'til some brat got scared.” He pursed his lips.

Namjoon deepened his voice even more to exclaim, “Aha! Moneypenny, my martini!”

“Will bad champagne do?” Hyuna asked, pouring him a cup.

“That's shaken, not stirred.” He took a sip. “Pussy, the bolts.”

Key grabbed both handles of the bolt cutter, “Just say the word!”

“Two minutes left to execute our plan.” the red head chirped.

“Where's everyone else?” Namjoon asked.

Hyojong snarked, “Playing Spiderman.”

____

Once inside, Hui began recording on his older camera. Ironic close up: tight on the phone machine's red light. Once the Boho boys are gone, the power mysteriously comes on. Everyone looked around, confused and suspicious.

Hui kept the camera on the answering machine, “Hui, it's the Wicked Witch of the West: Your mother. Happy New Year from home. We're all impressed that the riot footage made the nightly news. Even your father says congrats, honey...call him. Love Mom!”

The next message played, “Lee Hwitaek, Alexi Darling from Buzzfed.”

“Oh, that show's so sleazy.” He snarked.

“Your footage from the riots: A1. Feature segment, network, deal time. I'm sending you a contract. Ker-ching ker-ching! Marky give us a call 970-4301 or at home try 863-6754 or my cellphone at 919-763-0090 or you can e-mail me at darlingalexinews.com.net or you can page me at--” It cut off.

Hwasa beamed, “I think we need an agent!”

“We?” Hui asked.

Maman shook her head, “That’s selling out.”

“But it's nice to dream!”

“Yeah! It's network TV and it's all thanks to me!” The short haired girl threw her hands in the air.

Hui whispered to Maman, “Somehow i think i smell a whiff of a scheme!”

“Me too.” She responded.

And sure enough, Hwasa said, “We can plan another protest!”

“We?” The lawyer asked.

She nodded, “This time you can shoot from the start, you'll direct, starring me!”

“5, 4, 3, open sesame!” The window unlocked quite easily. “Happy new year!” Everyone cheered. “Happy new year! Happy new…”

The sound of a party horn being blown and the face blowing it ruined the wild mood.

Choongmin smiled, “I see that you've beaten me to the punch.”

“How did you know we'd be here?” The videographer asked.

“I had a hunch.”

“You're not mad?”

The business man shook his head, “I'm here to end this war. It's a shame you went and destroyed the door.”

Hyuna squinted at him, “Why all of a sudden the big about face?”

He smirked, “The credit is yours.You made a good case.”

“What case?” Hyojong looked at her.

“Hyuna came to see me, and she had much to say.”

She folded her arms, “That's not how you put it at all yesterday!”

“I couldn't stop thinking about the whole mess!” The snake looked towards the camera man, “Hui, you'll want to get this on film.”

He shrugged and pressed record on his phone, “I guess.”

Choongmin faced the camera and cleared his throat, “I regret the unlucky circumstances of the last seven days.”

“Circumstance?” Hyojong laughed. “You padlocked our door!”

He continued, “And it's a great pleasure on behalf of Cyber Arts that I hand you this key.”

“Golf claps.” Key said sarcastically, clapping his hands together quietly.

Hui accidentally deleted the footage, “I had no juice in my battery.”

“Reshoot!” Choongmin said trying to keep his cool.

It didn’t get past E’Dawn, “Oh I see, this is a photo opportunity.”

Hwasa skipped in front of the business man and bowed low, “The benevolent god ushers the poor artists back to their flat.” She then flipped him off and went to sit on a table. “Were you planning on taking down the barbed wire from the lot too?”

“Anything but that!” Hyojong scoffed.

Choongie cut in, “Clearing the lot was a safety concern. We break ground this month, but you can return.”

“That's why you're here with people you hate instead of with Muffy at Muffy's estate!” Hwasa stated.

He brushed his finger through his hair, “I honestly rather'd be with you tonight than in West Port.”

Hyojong scoffed, “Spare us old sport, the sound bite!”

That’s when he started to get huffy and pointed at the blonde, “Hyuna, since you were so seductive--”

“You came onto me!” She made it clear.

“Persuade him not to be so counterproductive”

“Liar!” Hyojong yelled.

The yuppie smirked, “Why not tell them what you wore to my place?”

Hyuna set her jaw, “I was on my way to work!”

“In black leather and lace?” He asked. “My desk was a mess. I think I'm still sore!”

She stood and yelled back at him, “Cause I kicked him and told him I wasn't his whore!”

“Does your boyfriend know who your last boyfriend was?”

Hyojong screamed at the top of his lungs, “I'm not her boyfriend, I don't care what she does!” He glared at her and refused to touch her.

Key had to step in, “People, is this any way to start a new year?” Cue jazz hands. “Have compassion, Choongie just lost his cat.”

“My dog, but I appreciate that.” He corrected.

“My cat had a fall, and I went through hell.” Key explained.

“It's like losing a…” He paused. “How did you know that she fell?”

Namjoon stepped in handing a class to Choongie, “Champagne?”

“Don't mind if I do. To dogs…” He raised his glass.

Everyone snarked back, “No, Benny, to you!”

“Let's make a resolution~” Key said, holding Hyuna’s hand.

She gave a sore smirk, “I'll drink to that!”

“Let's always stay friends.” Namjoon said.

Maman pushed Hyojong back towards the girl he loved, “Though we may have our disputes--”

“This family tree's got deep roots.” Hwasa said, getting a soft smile from her ex.

Hui proclaimed, “Friendship is thicker than blood.”

“That depends…” the blonde said.

“It depends on trust.” Hyuna jabbed.

To which he replied, “Depends on true devotion.”

“I depends on love.” Maman nudged once more.

“Depends on not denying emotion!” Hui said, giving Hyojong a look.

“Perhaps.” Was his only reply.

Hyuna wanted to get out of there, but the others on her side kept her from leaving. It was gonna be a happy new year!

“I guess…” E’Dawn said. “You're right.”

Key cheered, “It's gonna be a happy new year, doll!”

Everyone left to give the two their space and see what was left of their living space. Hwasa and Maman even joined hands, having made up in their own way.

“I'm sorry.” They said in unison.

“Coming?” Hyojong asked.

She nodded, “In a minute. I'm fine. Go~”

He kissed her forehead, proud of her for being clean for so long and trusting her. He just thought she needed her space, but then the dealer arrived with her fix.

“Well, well, well. What have we here?” He asked, and the trade happened. “It's gonna be a happy new year.” He said mockingly.

________

VALENTINE’S DAY

Hui’s camera panned across the empty lot, “Hyojong’s down at Hyuna’s where he has been for almost two months now. Although he keeps talking about selling his guitar and heading out of town...he’s still jealous of Choong-ie. God knows where Namjoon and Key are...could be the new shanty town near the river or a suite at the Plaza.”

He decided to go for a walk and record some B footage and passed by where he knew where Hwasa and her on-again-off-again girlfriend would be, “Hwasa and Maman are practicing.” and the man was just about to open the door.

“I SAID, ONCE MORE FROM THE TOP!” Maman commanded.

“I SAID, NO!” Hwasa screamed back.

Hui backed up real quick, “That is if they’re speaking this week.” The he showed his face for the first time since filming. “Me? I’m here...nowhere...alone.”

~~~~~~

“The line is ‘Cyber Arts and its corporate sponsors: Great Communications wish to mitigate the Christmas Eve Riot’ What’s so difficult about that?” Maman said as if it were a piece of cake.

Hwasa gave her a pointed look, “It just doesn’t roll off my tongue.” Then she whined. “I like my version!”

She rolled her eyes, “You dressed as a groundhog to protest the groundbreaking?”

The short haired girl gave an excited nod, “It’s a metaphor!”

“It’s less than brilliant.”

“Ugh!” She stormed off the stage, “That’s it Miss Ivy League!”

Maman was surprised, “What?”

“Ever since New Year’s I haven’t said Boo. I let you direct. I didn’t pierce my nipples because you said it grossed you out. I didn’t stay and dance at the Clit Club that night because you wanted to go home!”

“You were flirting with the woman in rubber!” she pointed out.

Hwasa sighed, “That’s what this is about? There will always be woman in rubber flirting with me, gimme a break.” She went face to face with Maman. “ Every single day I walk down the street, I hear people say ‘baby’s so sweet’. Ever since puberty, everybody stares at me! Boys, girls, I can’t help it, baby.” She walked her fingers up Maman’s lapels and held her chin, “So be kind, and don’t lose your mind. Just remember, that I’m your baby.”

Then she strutted away, taking the long way back to the stage, “Take me for what I am! Who I was meant to be! And if you give a damn, take me, baby or leave me.” The short haired woman smirked. “Take me baby or leave me!”

She lifted her arms high, “A tiger in a cage can never see the sun! This diva needs her stage. Baby, let’s have fun! You are the one I choose! Folks would kill to fill your shoes! You love the limelight too now baby. So be mine, or don’t waste my time crying ‘Oh honey bear are you still my my my baby?’” She went to the center of the stage and stood on the highest stacked crate. “Take me for what I am! Who I was meant to be! And if you give a damn! Take me baby or leave me!”

Hwasa then did a very sensual strut as well as poses to try to convince her girlfriend, “No way can I be what I’m not. But hey! Don’t you want your girl hot? Don’t fight, don’t lose you head, Cause every night who’s in your bed?” She slunk closer. “Who? Who’s in your bed? Kiss, aein?” She stuck out her lips.

Maman put her hand to block it, “It won’t work. I look before I leap. I love margins and discipline. I make lists in my sleep. Baby, what’s my sin? Never quit, I follow through. I hate mess but I love you. What to do with my impromptu baby? So be wise, cause this girl satisfies.” She did a small sexy dance. “You got a prize, so don’t compromise. You’re one lucky baby!” She decided to use her girlfriend’s phrase. “Take me for what I am!”

“A control freak.” Hwasa murmured.

“Who I was meant to be!”

“A snob yet over attentive.”

“And if you give a damn~!”

“Loveable droll geek!” She said slightly above her normal level.

The older woman leaned in, “Take me baby or leave me!”

“And anal retentive!”

That was it! The straw that broke their back. They quit!

Maman wanted to give her a chance, “Unless you take it back!”

Women, what is it about them? You can’t live with them or without them! They said the same things over and over again without trying to compromise or understand the otherside. They just wanted to be taken for what they were, who they were meant to be!

“And if you give a damn, take me baby--” Hwasa began.

The lawyer imitated her lover in bed, “Oh take me, baby!”

“Or leave me!”

Maman yelled back, “Take me, baby! Or leave me!” Followed up by, “Guess I’m leaving!” as she walked away, grabbing her purse.

They both turned to face each other one last time, “I’m gone!”

~~~~~~

Seasons of Love B - What you Own

So I ask you again. How would you measure your life? In diapers, report cards, in spoke wheels, in speeding tickets? In contracts, dollars, in funerals, in births? In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes how do you figure a last year on earth?

Figure in love. I say figure in love. Please figure in love. Measure in love. Seasons of love.

Seasons of love.

It was now spring, and it seems as though Hyuna and Hyojong were missing each other once again. He had been waiting for her for hours now.

She walked in, obviously high, “Sorry, I’m late.”

“Where were you? No, let me guess.” He said, listing off the excuses she gave. “You lost your key? No, no, no. You went for a walk. You had to help your mother.” He sighed and set his jaw. “How’s Choongie?”

Hyuna laughed at the thought, “Babe…”

“Don’t bother.” He already had his guitar back in its case. “I’m working upstairs tonight.”

“Wait!” She called out. “I should tell you. I should tell you…” Then she turned around. “Nevermind.”

Hyojong let out a heavy sigh and began to climb the stairs back to his own apartment, the phrase “Happy Spring” faltering on his lips. Hyuna waited until  he was gone to start working on getting her next high. Then she threw away the packet and realized how lonely she was.

Without you. She thought. The ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows. Without you the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play, the stars gleam. Her legs carried her to the window with her head full of thoughts. The poets dream. The eagles fly.

Without you. The earth turns, the sun burns. Hyuna felt the water droplet on her hands, “But I die without you.”

Time passed, and new flowers had come to life. The two lovebirds didn’t fly near each other much anymore. In fact, they actively avoided each other. Hyojong got angry every time he thought of Hyuna’s red hair, and she didn’t want him to see how bad she had gotten.

While trying to not go to the dealer today, she thought she saw him pass by.

Without you. The breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves. Without you the tides change, the boys run. The oceans crash.

And she continued her job at the Cat Scratch club, eyes bleary as she performed once again, everything moving in slow motion. The crowds roared for her as the days soared.

Hyuna sat outside again after work, not going to his place as she heard wailing. The babies cry without you. She looked up. The moon glows, the river flows, but I die without you.

Hyojong tried to write, “The world revives—”

She stared at a painting in Choongie’s office as she went to see him again, “Colors renew—”

But they knew blue, only blue, lonely blue, within them...blue. Even as Hyuna was undressed by the married man, she thought about her Hyojong and what they could’ve been. Without you the hand gropes, the ear hears, the pulse beats…

The musician couldn’t deny that things weren’t going well in his life either and sung to himself, “Without you, the eyes gaze, the legs walk, the lungs breathe.”

Their minds churned and their hearts yearned. Yet their tears dried without the other in their lives.

The blonde stared out the window to see her linking arms with the yuppie scum and thought Life goes on, but I’m gone cause I die without you. Hyuna looked back as she felt him looking at her, but he moved away from the window at the same time.

Without you.

_____

Hui was at home when the familiar “SPEAK…” followed by a beep went off. A familiar nasally voice rambled off.

“Lee Hwitaek, Alexi Darling. Labor Day Weekend in East Hampton. On the beach~ Just saw Shawn Mendes told him you said ‘Hi’!” She paused. “Just kidding. We still need directors. You still need money. You know you need money. Pick up the phone. Don't be afraid of ker-ching ker-ching! Lee~sell us your soul~”

Another pause, longer this time, “Just kidding. We're waiting…!”

Maybe it was better to take up that offer of recording an orgy that Key told him about from his hospital bed. It’d be less dirty than working for Buzzfed. Fall had approached quickly. It wasn’t soon after recording that Hui got the call that Key passed away.

Everyone rushed to the hospital and cried. Hyuna was holding it pretty well until the doctor unhooked the monitor. Then she sobbed.. Hyojong was gonna reach out to her, but she turned into Hwasa’s arms. Maman pat the young man’s arm while Hui comforted Namjoon who was trying to hold his feelings back but couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

Each of them spoke in turn at Key’s funeral. Then it was Namjoon’s turn. He tightly gripped the jacket his love had bought just last winter. Not even a full year ago. She was buried on Halloween, her favorite holiday.

He sang their song instead of speaking, “Live in my house…” he sniffled. “I’ll be your shelter. Just pay me back with one thousand kisses. Be my lover, and I’ll cover you...open your door. I’ll be your tenant. Don’t got much baggage to lay at your feet.”

Joon remembered that winter day they were making out before breaking back into their building. Key had looked amazing in those heels, but the first day they met felt like yesterday. Her legs in those zebra print leggings.

“But sweet kisses I’ve got to spare. I’ll be there, and I’ll cover you. Oh! I think they meant it when they said you can’t buy love, now I know you can rent it. A new lease you...were, my love on life. All my life I’ve longed to discover something as true as this is!”

Maman picked him up by chiming in, “So with a thousand sweet kisses!”

525,600 minutes.

“If you’re cold and you're lonely.” Namjoon continued with tears streaming down his cheeks.

“With a thousand sweet kisses!”

525,600 moments so dear.

“You’ve got one nickel only.”

Maman knew she would never feel as much pain as he did, but still cried along the others, “With a thousand sweet kisses”

525,600 minutes

“When you worn out and you’re tired”

“With a thousand sweet kisses!”

525,000

“When your heart has expired!” Namjoon wailed. “Ooohh, lover, I’ll cover you! Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahhhhhh! Ohhh lover!” He stared at the coat.

525,000 seasons of love

“I’ll cover you!”

The guests decided to give Namjoon some more time to say goodbye for the last time. Hui had to make a call.

“Hi. It's Hwitaek. Is Alexi there? Uhh, no need to bother her. Just let her know that I'm running late for my appointment. I'm at my friend's---yes, I'll still be there. Yes, I signed the contract… Thanks.” He hung up.

As he gazed across the friends he had collected this year, he took out his phone and pressed record, “How did we get here? How the hell…

Pan left. Close on the steeple of the church.

“How did I get here? How the hell...Christmas.” He smirked to himself. Christmas Eve last year.

How could a night so frozen be so scalding hot?. How can a morning this mild be so raw? Why are entire years strewn on the cutting room floor of memory when single frames of one magic night forever flicker in. Close-up on the 3D Imax of my mind.

“That's poetic.” He said out loud and scoffed at himself. “That's pathetic.” He changed the angle. “Why did Hyuna knock on Hyojong's door and Namjoon choose that phonebooth back where Key-hyung set up his drums? Why did Hwasa's equipment break down?”

Then he got silent and asked himself, Why am I the witness? And when I capture it on film, will it mean that it's the end and I'm alone?

Hyuna stumbled over the last step looking sickly as she asked Hyojong, “It’s true you sold your guitar, and bought a car?”

He nodded, “It’s true. I'm leaving now for Santa Fe. It’s true you're with this yuppy scum?” He motioned to Choongmin.

The man was unhappy, “You said you'd never speak to him again.”

“Not now.” The girl with a splotchy red dye job said as he found someplace to sick.

Maman helped her.

Hwasa butted in, “Who said that you have any say in who she says things to at all?”

“Yeah!” E’Dawn said.

Everyone was hurting. Maman spoke up, “Who said that you should stick your nose in other people’s---”

“Who said I was talking to you?” Her ex snapped.

They covered their hurt with hate and yelled at others instead of dealing with the pain.

The lawyer caught herself and said, “We used to have this fight each night--”

“Calm down.” Hui tried to stop things from getting worse.

“--She never admit I existed!”

“Everyone, please!” He begged.

Hyuna gave a scornful scoff and paced, “He was the same way. It was always ‘Run away, hit the road, don’t commit.” She shoved him. “You’re full of shit!”

“Noona!” Hyojong called.

Maman looked her ex up and down, “She’s in denial.”

Hyuna did the same, “He’s in denial…”

Hui tried again, “Guys!”

But he didn’t get through to the girls as they aired dirty laundry on such a day as this.

“Didn’t give an inch when I gave a mile.” Doc Martins stomped.

“I gave a mile!” Hyuna yelled.

Hyojong retorted, “Gave a mile to who?”

Now both Hui and Choongmin were trying to get them to calm down, “C’mon guys, chill!”

The girls looked at each other, “I’d be happy to die for a taste of what Kibum had. Someone to live for, unafraid to say ‘I love you’!”

“All your words are nice, noona, but love's not a three way street.” E’Dawn snapped. “You’ll never share real love until you love yourself. I should know.”

Namjoon pushed them apart, pointing at them with Key’s drum sticks, “You all said you’d be cool today, so please for my sake!” He let out a sob. “I can’t believe he’s gone. I can’t believe you’re going. I can’t believe this family must die. Our Key helped us believe in love.” He looked at his friends. “I can’t believe you disagree.”

In their hearts, everyone felt the same thing. I can’t believe this is goodbye.

Hwasa opened her arms, “Aein?”

“Honeybear.” Maman ran into them.

They chattered on about how much they missed each other and started to kiss. Even when one accused the other of biting their tongue, they made up and waved goodbye to the others to be with each other. The priest called for Namjoon who said he was coming to finish things up. Hyuna left with her businessman.

“I hear, there are great restaurants out West.” Hui tried to start a decent conversation.

“Some of the best, how could she?”

He cut the shit real quick, “How could you let her go?”

Hyojong shook his head, “You just don't know.” He sighed and looked at the church. “How could we lose Key-hyung?”

“Maybe you'll see why when you stop escaping your pain. At least now if you try, Kibum's death won't be in vain!”

Anger fueling his words, he replied, “His death is in vain!”

Hui was shocked, “Are you insane? There's so much to care about. There's me, there's Hyuna!”

“Hyuna's got her baggage too.”

“So do you.” He reminded his friend.

“Who are you to tell me what I know? What to do?”

“A friend!”

Hyojong clarified, “But who Hui are you? Hui has got his work’ They say ‘Hui lives for his work and Hui's in love with his work’.” He instead believed that, “Hui hides in his work.”

Hui scoffed, “From what?”

“From facing your failure. Facing your loneliness. Facing the fact you live a lie. Yes, you live a lie! Tell you why. You're always preaching not to be numb when that's how you thrive. You pretend to create and observe when you really detach from feeling alive.”

He set his jaw, “Perhaps it's because I'm the one of us to survive!”

E’Dawn scoffed and threw up his hand, “Poor baby!” He spat.

His dirty blonde friend wasn’t letting him do this to himself, “Noona still loves Hyojong. Is Hyojong really jealous afraid that Hyuna's weak?”

“Hyuna did look pale.” He admitted.

Hui spoke the truth as he wanted his friend to stay, to finish his business at least, “Hyuna's gotten thin. Hyuna's running out of time. Hyojong's running out the door!”

“No more, oh no! I've gotta go.” He grabbed the bag he had with all this things in there. It wasn’t much.

“Hey!” Hui called. “For someone who's always been let down. Who's heading out of town?”

Hyojong shot back, “For someone who longs for a community of his own. Who's with his camera, alone?” He didn’t apologize, but he said, “I'll call. I hate the fall.”

As he went towards his car, he ran into Hyuna.

“You heard?” The embarrassed blonde asked.

She nodded, “Every word...You don't want baggage without lifetime guarantees. You don't want to watch me die. I just came to say goodbye love. Goodbye love, came to say goodbye love. Goodbye. Just came to say goodbye love.

Glory. Hyojong reminded himself.

“Goodbye love.”

One blaze of glory.

“Goodbye love, goodbye.”

He rushed passed her, “I have to find…”

Choongmin reached out his hand, and Hyuna pushed him away, “Please don't touch me, understand. I'm scared. I need to go away.”

Hui spoke up, “I know a place, a clinic.”

“A rehab?” Her boyfriend suggested.

She nodded, “Maybe. Could you?”

He nodded as well, “I'll pay.”

Hyuna still said her farewells, “Goodbye love, goodbye love. Came to say goodbye love, goodbye. Just came to say goodbye love. Goodbye love, goodbye love. Goodbye love,” She coughed. “Hello, disease!”

She ran off, and Choongmin thought it best not to follow.

Namjoon came out of the church being yelled at by the parson, “Off the premises now, we give no handouts here!”

“What happened to rest in peace?” Hui asked.

The priest glared at him, “Off the premises,” and he used their word against them.

Namjoon pointed at him, his love’s drumsticks in hand, “That’s no way to send a boy to meet his maker! They had to know we couldn’t pay the undertaker.”

Hui went to comfort his friend. What would they do?

Choongmin spoke up, “Don’t you worry about a thing. Hey!” He called to the frocked man. “I’ll take care of it!”

The priest rolled his eyes and closed the door on them.

“Must be nice to have money?” Hui said.

“No shit.” The others said in unison.

Then the man wearing a gray beanie admitted, “I think it only fair to tell you, you just paid for the funeral of the person who killed your dog.”

“I know.” Choongmin chuckled. “I’ve always hated that dog.” He then threw his arm around the two and said, “Let’s pay him off and then get drunk.”

Hui sighed, “Can’t. I have a meeting.”

“Punk.” Namjoon said.

Choongie nodded his head to the nearest bar, “Let’s go.”

The two men left for the bottom of a bottle and the dirty blonde filmer sat in front of a camera and a colorful but neutral background as he talked about something going on in the world of k-pop and how it was coming more important in American pop culture, but it was just gossip about certain idols instead of the things that mattered. The things Hui actually wanted to do.

He asked himself what was he doing?

“Don't breathe too deep.” Someone scolded him.

“Don't think all day.” Another senior told him while handing him a new article. “Dive into work.”

December came even more quickly than it had last year. E’Dawn wasn’t getting jobs and found himself constantly writing about Hyuna. Everything he penned down or scribbled on cafe napkins was about her.

Drive the other way. Hui told himself. That drip of hurt, that pint of shame goes away just play the game. Why was this a thing? He chuckled and said to himself. You're living in America at the end of the millenium. You're living in America leave your conscience at the tone.

And when you're living in America at the end of the millenium. You're what you own. The filmmaker cannot see and the songwriter cannot hear. Yet Hyojong saw Hyuna everywhere while Kibum’s voice was in Hui’s ear. They tried to ignore it by telling themselves to just tighten those shoulders. Just clench your jaw til you frown. Just don't let go or you may drown.

You're living in America at the end of the millenium. You're living in America where it's like the Twilight Zone. And when you're living in America at the end of the millenium. You're what you own.

So they decided to own not a notion, to escape and ape content.

“I don't own emotion,” Hyojong said as he decided drive back to New York. “I rent.” He hadn’t painted his nails black in such a long time.

Hui stood on the roof of his building projecting clips onto a sheet and paused on a clip of the first day, “What was it about that night? Connection in an isolating age.”

For once the shadows gave way to light.

“For once I didn't disengage.” Then he stood and paced. “Angel, I hear you, I hear it

E’Dawn knocked on the closed pawn shop, “Mimi I see you, I see it.”

“I see it, I see it, my film!”

“I hear it, I hear it, my song!” the blonde said now with blue hair.

Hui quickly grabbed the land line and called to do something he had wanted to do for a long time, “Alexi, Hui, call me a hypocrite. I need to finish my own film! I quit!” He hung up. “One Song Glory.” No. That’s not what was important anymore. Was it ever. What mattered now was, “Hyuna, Your Eyes!”

“I quit!” Hui said.

Dying in America at the end of the millenium. They were dying in America to come into their own. And when you're dying in America at the end of the millenium. You're not alone.

Hyojong ran to the roof and smiled as he saw his friend standing there, “I'm not alone!”

“I'm not alone.” He embraced his cool toned buddy tightly.

Voice Mail #5 - Finale B

SPEAK. Beep

A slightly rough but beautiful voice came over the speaker, “Hyojong, this is your mother. Hyojong, honey, I don't get these postcards. ‘Moving to Santa Fe’ then ‘Back in New York Starting a rock band’ Hyojong, where are you? Please call.”

On a cell phone backstage at the Cat Scratch, a message was left, “Hyuna, dal, eodiya? Neoui eomma. Eodiya, Hyuna? Call.”

A very busy office phone remained unanswered, “Kitten, wherever are you? Call me.”

Later, over the speaker after SPEAK and a beep, “Hui, are you there? Are you there. I don't know if he's there. We're all here wishing you were here too. Where are you, Hwitaek? Are you there, are you? Where are you? Hui, are you there? Are you there. I don't know if...Please call your mother!”

______

Christmas bells are ringing. Christmas bells are ringing. Christmas bells are ringing. How time flies. When compassion dies. No stockings. No candy canes. No gingerbread. The homeless mourned: No safety net. No loose change. No change no...

“Santy Claus is coming!” He simulated jacking himself off.

The others just put up with it. Cause Santy Claus ain't coming. No room at the Holiday Inn again. Well, maybe next year or when.

Hui turned on the camera, “December 24th, ten PM. Eastern standard time. I can't believe a year went by so fast. Time to see what we have time to see.” He turned the projector on.

First shot was Hyojong with the fender guitar he just got out of hock when he sold the car that took him away and back.

He grinned, “I found my song.”

The dirty blonde nodded, “He found his song. Now if he could just find Hyuna.”

“I tried.” He said and added with a heavy heart. “You know I tried.”

Hui turned the camera on himself, “Fade in on Hui who's still doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

Hyojong joked, “But he's got great footage which he's cut together to screen tonight.”

“In honor of Choongie’s wife--”

“Muffy--”

The man chucked, “Alison, pulling Choongie out of the East Village location.”

Then the lights cut off.

The blue haired E’Dawn looked up, “Then again, maybe we won't screen it tonight.”

Sitting in one of the foldable chairs, Hui asked, “I wonder how Alison found out about Hyuna.”

“Maybe a little bird told her.”

Namjoon appeared in the doorway, “Or someone gave her the key. I had a little hunch that you could use a little flow.”

“Tutoring again?” Hyojong asked, accepting the cash.

“Negative.” He sat on the table and pulled his feet up.

Hui questioned, “Back at N.Y.U.?”

The man shook his head, “No, no, no. I rewired the ATM at the food emporium to provide an honorarium to anyone with the code.”

“The code?” Hui tilted his head but received no answer.

E’Dawn nudged Joonie, “Um...?”

Namjoon smiled, “K-I-B-U-M. Yet Robin Hooding isn't the solution. The powers that be must be undermined where they dwell. In a small, exclusive gourmet institution where we overcharge the wealthy clientele.”

They chuckled as their friend began to say, “Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe”

“Santa Fe” the other two copied.

“With a private corner banquette--”

All three said, “In the back.”

It felt like old times as they talked about Namjoon’s someday dream, “We'll make it yet, we'll somehow get to Santa Fe.”

Hyojong gave a little smile, “But you'd miss New York before you could unpack.”

Their fun humming and catch up session was interrupted by a call from downstairs.

“Hui! E’Dawn! Anyone help!”

Hui looked out the window, “Hwasa?”

Her and Maman were carrying something, or someone, “It's Hyuna! I can't get her up the stairs!” “No!” Hyojong screamed.

Quickly, the guys helped get Hyuna upstairs while they got her onto the table and used all their jackets to warm her up.

Hwasa explained, “She was huddled in the park in the dark and she was freezing, and begged to come here.”

“Over here? Oh, God.”

Hyuna mumbled, “Got a light. I know you. You're shivering.”

Maman put her scarf under her head, “She's been living on the street.”

“We need some heat.” Hyojong said.

“I'm shivering.”

Hui said, “We can buy some wood and something to eat.”

Namjoon put his hand on his friend’s shoulder, “I'm afraid she needs more than heat.”

“I heard that.” Hyuna piped up.

Hwasa held her hand, “Collins will call for a doctor, honey.”

She shook her head, “Don't waste your money on me…”

“Hello 911?” Namjoon spoke on his phone. Then he sighed. “I'm on hold.”

“Cold...cold... would you light my candle?” The black haired girl sang.

Hyojong nodded where she could see, “Yes we'll--oh God. Someone find a candle!”

She pulled him closer, “I should tell you. I should tell you.”

“I should tell you. I should tell you.” He forced back tears.

Hyuna touched his face, “I should tell you, Choongmin wasn't any--” She turned her head and coughed.

Wanting her to save her energy, Hyojong sushed her, “Shhh. I know. I should tell you why I left. It wasn't cause I didn't--” love you.

“I know. I should tell you.”

“I should tell you.”

She looked in his eyes, “I should tell you. I love...y…” her body went limp.

Hyojong sobbed, “Who do you think you are? Leaving me alone with my guitar?”

Hyuna inhaled deeply and coughed once more. Quickly, her true love grabbed his guitar and returned to his darling’s side.

“Hold on! There's something you should hear. It isn't much, but it took all year.”

The blue-haired boy strummed his guitar, “Your eyes as we said our goodbyes, can't get them out of my mind. And I find I can't hide from your eyes. The ones that took me by surprise. The night you came into my life/Where there's moonlight, I see your eyes. How'd I let you slip away when I'm longing to hold you? Now I'd die for one more day `Cause there's something I should have told you. Yes there's something I should have told you when I looked into your eyes.” He wiped his face. “Why does distance make us wise? You were the song all along and before the song dies! I should tell you, I should tell you”

He set the guitar down and held her hands tightly, “I have always loved you. You can see it in my eyes.”

They kissed and then she was gone. Hyuna stopped breathing. Everyone huddled together and held on to one another. Hwasa clung to her fiance Maman. Hyojong felt his heart break. He had tried to hard to find her so that he could be with her for however long they had left. It wasn’t supposed to be this short! He would do anything to have her back.

“NOONAAAA!” He wailed.

Hyuna sat up with a start, “I jumped over the moon!!!!”

Everyone was shook.

“W-What?” Hyojong asked.

“A leap of moooooooooooo…” She looked around, dazed.

Maman gasped, “She's back.”

“I was in a tunnel. Heading for this warm, white light!” Hyuna explained.

Hwasa hit her girlfriend’s chest, “Oh my god!”

She continued, “And I swear Key was there and she looked GOOD!” She let out a chuckle. “And she said ‘Turn around, girlfriend, and listen to that boy's song’”

Namjoon started to remove the jackets and blankets, “She's drenched.”

“Her fever's breaking,” The short haired girl added.

A profound thought came to Hui, “There is no future. There is no past.”

Hyojong looked at her, “Thank God this moment's not the last.” He hugged her tightly as both of them spoke together. “There's only us. There's only this. Forget, regret or life is yours to miss. Though it took just a year for them to learn here's only now, remind yourself that sometimes there's only here. Make sure to give in to love or you’ll live in fear. There’s no other path. No other way.

No day but today!

[hotchnerfuckmeup]

Falling to Pieces: In This Cell

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Part One

I originally intended this to be a one shot with an open ending (which is why this update is so damn late), but rather than an open ending, it was left more as a cliffhanger, so of course, you guys wanted more.  Which I’m really happy about!  I love knowing you guys enjoy my writing that much, it makes me all giddy inside.  So this part is super angsty as well, and depending on the feedback, I don’t plan on continuing, but hey, if that’s what the people want, that’s what the people will get!  Thanks for reading this far, and enjoy the second part to Falling to Pieces.  And just in case - TRIGGER WARNING for anyone who is sensitive to childbirth!!!

Once again, I haven’t seen any of this season, only seen a couple things about this story line, so most of what you see of Spencer’s story line in here is made up by me.  Think of it as an AU.  So yeah...  it’s not accurate to the actual show oops.

Also, two updates in one day?!?! GO ME!

Recap: Y/N has finally gone to prison to visit Spencer, but at the end of their long awaited meeting, she goes into labor, leaving behind a distraught Spencer.  

He couldn’t get the sight out of his head: his distressed wife desperately clutching her stomach in pain, her contorted features worrying him as the officers wheeled her out of the room.  Everyone’s eyes had been on her, her screams of pain drawing all the attention of every convict and patron in the room.

He laid there for a long time, just remembering the way she looked.  It wasn’t a new sight for him, something he’d seen two other times during their marriage.  But the familiar ping of worry was there, knowing she was suffering.  And this time, she was doing it alone.

Well, not alone, he knew his team would be there.  He knew they wouldn’t leave her side, but he wasn’t there.  He was in here, in this cell.  Laying on the bed, feeling hopeless.

He rolled over to look at the wall, using his pencil to put another tick mark, another day in this cell.  Another day away from his friends, from his family.

He stared at the tick marks, agony plaguing his body, knowing he was slowly slipping into a sort of madness.  It was a mix of all the factors: the knowledge he was probably never going to be in the FBI again, not seeing his friends everyday, his wife and children (including the newest addition) outside these walls, and just being trapped.  He hated feeling helpless, but that’s all he was in that moment.  Completely and utterly helpless.

Where was she now?  In the hospital most likely, giving birth to his third child, who won’t get to meet their father for who knows how long. 

Was the team with her?  Or were they on a case, despite the fact it was a weekend.

And his children, were they there too?  Were they crying for their mother or father, desperate to clutch one of their hands and have their familiar voices tell them they’re going to me okay?

He didn’t know any of the answers, and his heart hurt realizing it could be days before he’s know anything.

He just felt so damn helpless.

“Come here, sweets.  Let Aunt Penny tie your shoe, hon,” Garcia told Jared as she sat in one of the hospital chairs.  The child sat next to her and threw his leg over her knee.

“I got here as soon as I could,” a voice said from the door.  JJ paced towards the children, Luke, and Penelope.  “She was at the prison?”

Luke nodded sadly.  “He saw it happen.”

“Is anyone in there with her?” JJ asked.  Charlotte hopped up from her seat, running towards her godmother and hugging her tightly.  She was fully aware of what was going on.  She silently cried as JJ picked her up and cradled her.

Alvez nodded.  “Tara and Rossi are both in there.  Hotch is on his way, too.  She isn’t dilated enough, so she hasn’t started pushing.”

JJ nodded, soothing her goddaughter.

“Is mommy okay?” Jared asked, curling up to Garcia.  A sad smile reached her lips.

“Yeah, your mom’s okay buddy.  As soon as the doctor’s say, we can go in there, too,” she said to the toddler.

Meanwhile in the hospital room, Tara held onto Y/N’s hand.

“Deep breaths, Y/N,” she said, demonstrating.  Y/N mimicked her, taking long and heavy breaths.

“Hotch is on his way,” Rossi said, hanging up the phone.  “I’d love to stay and watch the bundle of joy come into this world, but I’m not sure how ready I am to see that happen,” he admitted, brushing her hair back.

Despite the pain, she chuckled at him.  “Of course.  Send Aaron in when he gets here?”  He nodded, giving her a tiny peck on the forehead.  As soon as he was out and the door was once again closed, another contraction approached, shooting pain straight through her body.

Her grip on Tara’s hand tightened and the agent soothed her once again.

“It’s okay,” she said, brushing her hair from her sweaty head.

“How much longer?” Y/N yelled, unable to bear the pain anymore.

“I don’t know.”

Tear flowed from Y/N’s eyes, pouring down her face and to the pillow that rested beneath her.  

“I know it hurts, honey.”

“I just want Spencer here,” Y/N cried out, her sobs echoing through the room.  “Why did this have to happen?”

Tara’s eyes began to water, tears threatening to fall.  She shook her head as her lip quivered at the sight of the broken woman laying on the bed in front of her.  She was trapped in these walls, ready to bring to life her husband’s third child, while he was trapped in a cell, alone and probably in as much pain.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, having no idea what to say as she knew she wasn’t feeling half the pain as the woman crying in bed did, not including the pain of childbirth.

“How far along is she?” Aaron asked, plowing threw the door, a doctor in tow.

“Last time I checked she was only three centimeters.  Let’s check again,” the doctor said, putting her gloves on.

“Are you okay?” the agent asked Y/N, who was tried to calm her crying.  She truthfully shook her head no - she was most certainly not okay.  He grabbed her hand, leaning forward slightly to help soothe her as well.

“We’re already at nine centimeters.  Ready to push?” the doctor said, sitting on the stool at the end of the bed.  Y/N shook her head violently, trying to suppress her tears at the knowledge that her husband was absent.

“Alright, here we go.”

Spencer stood up and made his way to the hallway of the cell block, his daily routine becoming too tauntingly familiar.  It was a broken record, playing the same rhythm over again, day after day.  He looked down the line of inmates, knowing he didn’t fit in with this bunch.  Even Shaw.

And his wife was in labor without him there.

After going about the day as usual, Spencer asked to speak with Shaw.  With hesitation, his guard granted him permission, leading him to Shaw’s cell.

“I didn’t think you’d come back,” the man admitted, sitting up from his bed.

“I really just need someone to talk to.”  Spencer sat on the chair opposite while the guard shut the bars, sealing him once again inside a cell.  And despite the fact that another man was here with him, he still felt utterly alone.

“Who came to visit you today?” the former FBI agent asked, leaning forward on his knees.

“My wife.”

“That’s good, isn’t it?  She finally came ‘round.  Didn’t you say she’s pregnant?”

“She went into labor,” Spencer blurted.  “Right in front of me.  She’s in labor and I’m not there with her, I’m here.”

“I’m so-”

“You’re sorry?” Spencer asked.  His sadness began to develop into anger.  “You’re sorry for what exactly?  The fact that my wife is currently giving birth to my third child or that I’m here when I don’t deserve to be?  Please, tell me Shaw why on Earth you’re so sorry.”

“Reid, I’m not saying that you’re wrong, but your actions have consequences.  you may not be in here for the right reasons, but you’re still in here for a reason.  And I apologize you had to see your wife go into labor and you couldn’t do anything about it.  Truly, I am, but you really aren’t any more innocent than the rest of us.”  Shaw was angry too.  Spencer was playing the victim, and maybe he was, but he still did something he wasn’t supposed to do and as an outcome, here he was.  “Get your head on straight, Reid.  Own up to your mistakes and live with the consequences like the rest of us.”

He motioned to the guard to escort Spencer out.

Twenty minutes of vigorous pushing and her baby was born.

“It’s a girl,” the doctor said.  This was a surprise.  At the last sonogram, Spencer and Y/N were told they were having another baby boy.  But here was a beautiful baby girl, their beautiful new baby girl, and Y/N was happy nonetheless.

Y/N smiled up at Aaron, telling him he could have the honors to cut the umbilical chord.  He smiled and did so as Tara watched them clean of your baby, the tiny bundle of joy crying out.

“She’s beautiful,” she told Y/N with a wide grin on her face.

“Bring JJ in here,” Y/N said as the doctor handed her her newest child.  She gently bounced the infant up and down, the baby’s cries subsiding and her tiny eyes beginning to open, revealing her hazel irises.  Aaron left the room for a moment, bringing back the team and Y/N’s children.  Luke carried in Jared, sitting him on the bed with his mother, JJ doing the same with Charlotte.

“Everyone, meet Jennifer Diana Reid,” Y/N said, happy tears spilling from her tear ducts.

JJ smiled and placed her hand on her chest, content with the child being named after her.

“If it had been a boy like we were planning it was going to be Derek,” Y/N said, recalling Spencer’s best man at their wedding.

“A baby thunder,” Garcia said, suddenly wishing it had been a boy after all, but still incredibly happy.

“Can I hold her?” JJ asked.  Y/N nodded, holding baby Jennifer up gently to hand her off.

“Mommy, it’s a girl!” Charlotte cried excitedly.  She curled into her mother’s arms giggling along with her.

“I know, sweetheart, you got a baby sister,” Y/N replied.

Everything was almost perfect.  There was one thing missing from the scene, the man she loved ever so dearly.

But he was in a cell, trapped between four walls.  He had no clue that the baby was a girl, that he had another daughter, and although he would know soon, it wasn’t enough for Y/N.  She was missing her husband, the agents around him missing their team mate and friend, and his two, now three, children were missing their father.

He was alive, but he wasn’t there, and that was enough to think he was gone for good.

[usatrendingsports]

Assessing 29 groups as commerce companions for Brewers after Yelich, Cain acquisitions

The new range made the leap from frigid chilly to lukewarm earlier this week, because the Milwaukee Brewers nabbed Christian Yelich and Lorenzo Cain inside about an hour of one another. Yelich got here from the Miami Marlins in a five-player commerce whereas Cain signed a five-year, $80 million contract as a free agent.

Yelich and Cain be a part of a Brewers crew that was already fairly deep in outfielders. They’re deep in outfielders even with prime heart discipline prospect Lewis Brinson going to his hometown Marlins within the Yelich commerce. Final season Ryan Braun manned left discipline, 30-homer man Domingo Santana held down proper, and Brinson noticed time in heart together with Keon Broxton and Brett Phillips. 

Brinson is gone, however Braun, Santana, Broxton, and Phillips are nonetheless round. Add Yelich and Cain and that is six outfielders for 3 roster spots. The Brewers are an NL crew, so there isn’t any DH spot accessible. There was speak of transferring Braun to first base …

#Brewers GM David Stearns confirms that they’ve talked to Ryan Braun about the opportunity of transferring to first base.

— Bob Nightengale (@BNightengale) January 26, 2018

… which might alleviate the outfield logjam, however would go away Eric Thames with out a lineup spot. Thames had a stable return season in 2017, however he did not hit a complete lot after April. Maybe the Brewers would relatively use him in a part-time position, and even as a commerce chip?

Both method, the Brewers are clearly loaded with outfielders proper now, and it stands to cause they are going to use one or two of these spare outfielders to deal with one other roster weak spot, doubtless their rotation. Yelich and Cain clearly aren’t going anyplace, and Braun has full no-trade safety by way of his 10-and-5 rights. I doubt he’d settle for a commerce simply because the crew seems poised to contend. In addition to, his commerce worth is minimal given his contract and nagging accidents.

Primarily based on that, the Brewers determine to hawk Broxton, Santana, and Phillips in commerce talks. Santana had the very best season of the three final yr — he hit .278/.371/.505 (126 OPS+) with these 30 homers — however Broxton and Phillips can play heart discipline. Phillips is the youngest of the three and was not too long ago named the 80th-best prospect in baseball by Baseball America. They’re all fascinating for various causes.

Assuming touchdown rotation assistance is the aim in any commerce, which groups are a possible match for considered one of Milwaukee’s spare outfielders? The record is not so long as you would possibly suppose. Let’s run by way of all 30 groups to search out potential commerce companions.

The Brewers may transfer Domingo Santana or Keon Broxton for pitching assist. USATSI

Arizona Diamondbacks

The brand new entrance workplace does not appear notably keen on Yasmany Tomas and there’s a J.D. Martinez-sized gap within the outfield. It might appear the Diamondbacks have pitching to commerce as nicely. Patrick Corbin is an impending free agent, so Arizona would possibly wish to transfer him now relatively than danger dropping him for nothing subsequent winter, and prospects Anthony Banda and Braden Shipley could possibly be in play for the precise piece. Santana for a spare arm and different stuff appears doable.

Atlanta Braves

A attainable match. The Braves have a number of younger pitching to supply the Brewers — and I do imply heaps — and Nick Markakis will likely be off the books subsequent offseason. Ronald Acuna, baseball’s No. 1 prospect, will be a part of Ender Inciarte within the outfield in some unspecified time in the future in 2018. That leaves the third outfield spot open long-term. There is a potential match right here.

Baltimore Orioles

The Orioles may use one other outfielder, however until they make Kevin Gausman or Dylan Bundy accessible, they’ve zero pitching to supply the Brewers. The O’s are desperately making an attempt so as to add pitching this offseason. Not subtract it.

Boston Crimson Sox

The Crimson Sox appear targeted on J.D. Martinez they usually have already got a full outfield with Mookie Betts, Jackie Bradley Jr., and Andrew Benintendi. I suppose president of baseball operations Dave Dombrowski could possibly be talked into making Eduardo Rodriguez accessible. Realistically, the BoSox aren’t a great match for considered one of Milwaukee’s spare outfielders.

Chicago Cubs

I will exit on a limb and say an intra-division commerce between the 2 NL Central rivals will not occur. In addition to, the Cubs do not really want one other outfielder, they usually haven’t got a spare starter to commerce anyway.

Chicago White Sox

The White Sox are nonetheless pretty early of their rebuilding section, so I am positive they’d have curiosity in a younger outfielder like Santana or Phillips. With Chris Sale and Jose Quintana already traded away, their greatest pitching commerce chip is Carlos Rodon, assuming Lucas Giolito is off the desk. The issue? Rodon is rehabbing from September shoulder surgical procedure and isn’t anticipated to be prepared for the beginning of the season. A wholesome Rodon for an outfielder would’ve been attention-grabbing.

Cincinnati Reds

With the caveat that the Reds are rebuilding and can take as a lot younger expertise as they’ll get, there’s not likely a match right here. Cincinnati is deep in outfielders (Billy Hamilton, Scott Schebler, Adam Duvall, Jesse Winker) they usually have principally zero pitching to spare. I am unable to think about they’d make Luis Castillo accessible, particularly not for one more outfielder.

Cleveland Indians

Positively a possible commerce companion for the Brew Crew. The Indians have an outfield filled with left-handed hitters (Michael Brantley, Bradley Zimmer, Lonnie Chisenhall), so a righty complement like Santana or Broxton would take advantage of sense. Be mindful the Indians had been reportedly within the combine for Cain earlier than he signed with the Brewers.

Lorenzo Cain’s cope with #Brewers features a $300Ok bonus for every All-Star crew, and $500Ok for MVP award. The #Dodgers, #Cubs and #SFGiants had been all . Considerably surprisingly, #Indians additionally had been concerned in discussions with him.

— Jerry Crasnick (@jcrasnick) January 26, 2018

Cain was not a match for the Indians financially, however he was a match for his or her roster. Assuming Corey Kluber and Carlos Carrasco are off-limits (duh), the Indians may nonetheless supply Trevor Bauer, Josh Tomlin, Danny Salazar, or Mike Clevinger for an outfielder. Gosh, a Salazar for Santana commerce positive sounds enjoyable, does not it?

Detroit Tigers

As a rebuilding membership, the Tigers determine to have curiosity in any high quality younger participant, no matter place. Can the Brewers make a large enough commerce supply to pry away Michael Fulmer? What about Daniel Norris? There’s potential right here, for positive. After buying and selling for Yelich, dipping even additional into their prospect pool to get Fulmer can be a really daring transfer on Milwaukee’s half.

Houston Astros

I do not see a match right here. The defending World Collection champion Astros have George Springer and Josh Reddick locked into heart and proper fields, respectively, with Marwin Gonzalez, Jake Marisnick, and Derek Fisher candidates to play left discipline. High prospect Kyle Tucker is an outfielder as nicely. Additionally, the ‘Stros simply traded for Gerrit Cole. I doubt they’re trying to subtract pitching, particularly for one more outfielder.

Kansas Metropolis Royals

Alex Gordon’s contract ensures he’ll play left discipline, and since Jorge Soler is out of minor-league choices — he cannot go to Triple-A with out passing by way of waivers, and Royals aren’t going to do this — he is locked into proper discipline. Heart discipline is extensive open although because of Cain’s free company, so both Broxton or Phillips would match. The query is whether or not the Brewers have curiosity in any of Kansas Metropolis’s pitchers. Would the Royals be keen to surrender Danny Duffy for a bundle constructed round Phillips?

Los Angeles Angels

Nah. There is no room for one more outfielder right here — FanGraphs tasks the Mike Trout, Justin Upton, Kole Calhoun unit to be the very best outfield in baseball in 2018 — and the Angels do not precisely have pitching to spare. Not a match.

Los Angeles Dodgers

Hmmm. The Dodgers wish to keep underneath the posh tax threshold, we all know that a lot, and Joc Pederson appears to have fallen out of favor a bit. Even when they do preserve Pederson, Chris Taylor’s versatility means there would nonetheless be a method to get one other outfielder on the roster. Would Los Angeles half with Alex Wooden or Kenta Maeda so as to add, say, Santana? Appears unlikely, however Andrew Friedman has been identified to do loopy issues.

Miami Marlins

Effectively, the Marlins do want outfielders after buying and selling away Yelich, Giancarlo Stanton, and Marcell Ozuna. Santana, Broxton, and Phillips are all pre-arbitration-eligible gamers set to make near the league minimal in 2018, in order that they’d add respectability to a roster with out growing payroll. Dan Straily is probably going the one Marlins starter who would curiosity the Brewers. Might they get collectively for one more outfielder-centric deal so quickly after the Yelich commerce?

Minnesota Twins

Potential? Certain. Unlikely? Yeah, I believe so. The Twins need to add pitching themselves, and their outfield is fairly nicely set with Byron Buxton, Max Kepler, and Eddie Rosario. Not a match.

New York Mets

Earlier than they re-signed Jay Bruce, I might’ve mentioned the Mets are a possible match for a man like Broxton or Santana. As a substitute, they re-signed Bruce, and determine to maintain their pitchers. The Mets and Brewers do not match up nicely.

New York Yankees

The Brewers had curiosity in Sonny Grey previous to final season’s commerce deadline, so I think about they’d have curiosity in him once more now. The very last thing the Yankees want is one other outfielder although. They’re greater than set with Stanton, Aaron Decide, Brett Gardner, Aaron Hicks, Jacoby Ellsbury, and Clint Frazier. In addition to, the Yankees need to add a pitcher themselves. They are not trying to transfer Grey or any of their different starters.

Oakland Athletics

The Athletics are perpetual opportunists. If there’s an opportunity to get an inexpensive younger participant, they pounce. Kendall Graveman is beginning to make actual cash by way of arbitration — he and the A’s are heading to a listening to subsequent month after he requested $2.6 million and the crew countered with $2.36 million — and that is normally when Oakland cashes their gamers in as commerce chips. Outfield is not an enormous want for the A’s, however they will not rule something out. Regulate them.

Philadelphia Phillies

In all probability not going to occur. The Carlos Santana signing pushes Rhys Hoskins into left discipline full-time, leaving Odubel Herrera, Nick Williams, and Aaron Altherr for heart and proper fields. The Brewers would absolutely like to pry Aaron Nola away from the Phillies. It is simply tough to see that occuring with a bundle constructed round one other outfielder.

Pittsburgh Pirates

The entire NL Central rivalry factor might complicate a possible commerce, however the Pirates have made it clear they’re rebuilding this winter. I am positive they’d transfer Ivan Nova. Do the Brewers need him? They have been related to Yu Darvish in latest weeks, which makes it appear they’re aiming larger than including a mid-rotation innings man. It is laborious for me to consider Jameson Taillon can be on the desk, although I am positive the Brewers would like to get their palms on him.

San Diego Padres

Until the Brewers actually love Dinelson Lamet or Luis Perdomo, these two groups do not match up nicely for a commerce. I am positive the Padres would love so as to add Santana or Phillips. They only haven’t got the impression pitching to supply in return.

San Francisco Giants

The Giants may actually use one other outfielder even after signing Austin Jackson and buying and selling for Andrew McCutchen. Broxton or Phillips would enhance their outfield protection, whereas Santana would enhance their offense (however damage their protection since McCutchen must play heart). What pitching do the Giants have to supply? That is the issue. Madison Bumgarner is not going anyplace, and if the Brewers had been keen to tackle Johnny Cueto’s or Jeff Samardzija’s contract, they’d simply signal one of many many high quality free agent pitchers nonetheless accessible and preserve all their outfielders. The Brewers’ outfielders are a match for the Giants, however Giants’ pitchers are usually not a match for the Brewers.

Seattle Mariners

The Mariners most likely have room for one more outfielder. They’re tentatively scheduled to begin Dee Gordon in heart with Ben Gamel and Mitch Haniger on the corners, and Guillermo Heredia on the bench. Santana would add some good thump to the lineup and Broxton would give them a middle discipline security internet in case Gordon has some rising pains. Seattle simply does not have the pitching to supply the Brewers although, assuming James Paxton is off-limits.

St. Louis Cardinals

The Ozuna commerce gave the Cardinals the large outfield bat they wanted. Even after buying and selling away Randal Grichuk, they’re nonetheless set with Ozuna, Tommy Pham, and Dexter Fowler on the MLB stage with prime prospects Tyler O’Neill and Harrison Bader in Triple-A. Realistically, there’s not a match right here, which is a disgrace for the Brewers as a result of St. Louis has some actually attention-grabbing younger pitchers to supply.

Tampa Bay Rays

The Rays are undoubtedly the crew to observe. Chris Archer is alleged to be accessible, however even when the Rays do not wish to transfer him, they may supply Jake Odorizzi to the Brewers as an alternative. Tampa Bay’s outfield seems to be full with Steven Souza, Kevin Kiermaier, Denard Span, and Mallex Smith, however do not sleep on them simply including as a lot expertise as attainable. That has all the time been their M.O. Archer or Odorizzi for an outfielder appears very attainable to me.

Texas Rangers

Sure, the Rangers want outfielders. No, the Rangers haven’t got pitching to commerce. Santana particularly would make sense for Texas to assist steadiness their lefty leaning center of the lineup. The Brewers most likely do not wish to hire Cole Hamels or tackle a reclamation mission in Matt Moore, nonetheless.

Toronto Blue Jays

The Blue Jays had been reportedly the runner-up for Yelich. They refused to incorporate prime prospect Vladimir Guerrero Jr. in a commerce, which is when the Marlins pivoted to the Brewers. Toronto may completely use a younger, controllable outfielder. Santana would actually be an ideal match within the post-Jose Bautista period. Have they got the pitching to supply although? Assuming Marcus Stroman and Aaron Sanchez are off-limits, there’s not a lot left to entice the Brewers.

Washington Nationals

The Nationals are an attention-grabbing case. They’re letting Jayson Werth depart as a free agent, which could not be an enormous deal given his declining efficiency and final yr’s emergence of Michael Taylor and Brian Goodwin. However Bryce Harper’s free company is looming, and a man like Santana would give Washington an enormous left discipline bat this yr and proper discipline insurance coverage going ahead in case Harper leaves. Buying and selling Gio Gonzalez or Tanner Roark for Santana, then turning round and signing Jake Arrieta looks like a really Nationals factor.

One factor working towards the Brewers in a possible outfielder commerce is the free agent market. Why surrender gamers to accumulate Santana or Broxton when you can merely signal somebody like, say, Jon Jay or Carlos Gomez? And even Carlos Gonzalez? The free agent market has moved very slowly this winter, so there are many good gamers nonetheless available on the market, accessible for nothing however money.

Santana particularly is the form of low cost, controllable, and productive younger participant you may’t purchase in free company. That makes him engaging to different groups. Broxton had a tricky 2017 season, nonetheless, and Phillips is unproven on the MLB stage. They’re the fellows groups might cross on to signal a free agent. Santana is probably the most fascinating outfielder the Brewers have to supply, and after operating by way of the opposite 29 groups, the Braves, D-Backs, Indians, and Rays stand out as the very best potential suitors.

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NAME: Akia

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: She/Her

AGE: 999 and counting

TIMEZONE: CST

ACTIVITY LEVEL (1-10): 4 or 5/10. I work full time and Im in a coding bootcamp so even when I’m all be studying.

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CHARACTER’S NAME: Brittany Susan Pierce

CHARACTER’S BIRTHDAY: October 7th 1993

CHARACTER’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bicorn

SHIPS: Brittany Chemistry

ANTI-SHIPS: Brittany/Forced

MIDGAME SHIPS: Brittany/Mike, Brittany/Finn, Brittany/Tina, Brittany/Puck, Brittany/Mercedes, Brittany/Santana, Brittany/Jane, Brittany/Jake,  Brittany/Dani,  I mean Brittany and all the sexytimes, really. Britt has a huge heart but isn’t necessarily seeking out for a romantic relationship.  

CHARACTER TWEETS:  This is especially important because you’re playing a celebrity, and they will definitely be using social media.

           @brittstein_bagels: Get in formation and get information!

           @brittstein_bagels: My turtle is not a ninja, but I still love him.                            #bestMomEvah

           @brittstein_bagels: Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles,                    leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of        hope. - Maya Angelou

BIOGRAPHY:

When the spotlight is all you know the attention never seems strange, at least that is how things were for Brittany Susan Pierce.

One fateful day, Whitney Pierce was out shopping for ceramics for an art piece she was working on, when a poster caught her eye. “Most Beautiful Baby”? The words escaped from her throat with a quiet sigh. It was a problematic thing really, beauty pageants for babies, but as she looked down at the giggling, blonde, blue eyed, bundle of joy attached to her front, she thought ‘why not’. Her husband, unlike her, thought the idea was brilliant when she semi-jokingly brought up the contest later that night. Whitney Pierce was artist, whose work barely sold at local fairs. Pearce Pierce was an aspiring motivational speaker, but since he hadn’t done anything particularly spectacular in life, the offers for his services weren’t exactly rolling in, so he made money selling Mary Kay products. Though Pearce’s sells were surprisingly higher than most would have thought the young family’s finance were pretty unstable. Winning a contest like that could mean starting a college fund for their little one.

At the tender age of nine-months-old Brittany Pierce won over the judges with her beauty but even more so, her already bright unique personality. She won the “most beautiful baby” contest and piqued the interest of a few talent agents. One agent in particular, Estelle Leonard, impressed the Pierces a great deal with her pitch and Brittany was signed with her a week later. A string of print modeling jobs followed and those jobs opened the door to commercials. Brittany’s joy translated so clearly to the camera and casting agents loved her. She was cast in a short lived sitcom at age three. The show’s writing and overall premise wasn’t well received by audiences and only lasted a season but Britt stole every scene was a buzz began to grow. She landed a role in a summer action blockbuster as the lead actor ’s young daughter and she loved every minute of it. From then on the parts just kept coming and growing in importance with respect to the project.

Brittany loved set life. Everyone was so nice to her, she got to play make believe, and there were always treats around. The only downfall tended to be the very noticeable lack of kids around. Chatting with adults sometimes bored Britt to tears so she’d find ways of entertaining herself. Her favorites tending to be finding books on complicated subjects and figuring them out as quickly as she could, reading fantastical stories that only expanded her already large imagination, or dancing around set to whatever top forty song was on the radio at the time. Though, she was kept extremely busy, and she had a new baby sister, she missed the hole left by not having friends her own age. That all changed when six year year old Brittany Pierce landed her first main character role in the Disney Channel sitcom Life on the Wild Side. It’s six year run came to a surprising (for Brittany at least) and heartbreaking end. It was difficult saying goodbye to the family she’d collected, especially Noah.

The cancellation Life on the Wild Side did not slow things down for Brittany at all because she  immediately landed a lead role in an ABC sitcom about a large blended family dealing with everyday life together. The show was an instant bonafide hit. Fame had took on a whole new level and she got a new TV family to love help with cure her sadness about the old one. Wishing on that shooting star definitely paid off.

Brittany saw the world in a unique way. There was magic everywhere and just because other people were entirely too jaded to see it didn’t mean that she couldn’t, and it certainly didn’t make her any less intelligent. In fact, Brittany had always been able to pick up everything she found interest in extremely quickly. That ranged from script lines, to dance step to complicated math equations. She spent the show’s hiatuses taking dance lessons, taking on new movie roles, and challenging her set teachers to challenge her. It became a sort of game, trying to find typical academic challenges that she couldn’t master. When Brittany was thirteen, the same year she graduated high school, one of her teachers brought in a Mensa admission test as a “farewell gift” and surprise, no surprise, Britt became a member.

After a 4 successful seasons, on Our Family, Brittany decided she needed a break. There were tears and heartfelt goodbyes, but in all honesty she was so exhausted she couldn’t think clearly most of the time. She’d decided earlier in the year that she wanted to give college a try. She wanted to experience life like most other people did, without photographers and crazy schedules and endless meetings with a bunch of old white dudes. Britt had a whole new life to look forward to.

Starting college as a famous sixteen year old was not easy, but Britt was up for the challenge. Eventually, she charmed the her fellow students and the professors. Most people liked her, though some were a bit mean, but she just chalked their cranky pants up to the fact that they probably hadn’t gotten laid in a very long time, their depression over never receiving their Hogwarts letter (she was a little sad about that herself), or plain old jealousy because it didn’t get much more awesome than her. College was over all everything she’d hoped for, even the difficult times. She had a diverse group of friends, she was learning new things about herself every day.

Brittany graduated from Stanford with an Applied and Engineering Physics degree. She felt accomplished but desperately missed performing. It had been something that tugged at her spirit for a while but she had to see that particular part of her journey she was on through. Britt moved to LA, contacted Estelle, her childhood agent and explained she was looking to get her feet wet again. While waiting to hear from Estelle, she took dance and improv classes to stretch some unused muscles. Getting the role on Performing The Arts seemed like the perfect opportunity. She’d be reentering the world of performing surrounded by newbies who were possibly as unsure as she was.

YOUR CHARACTER’S HEAD CANON FOR THEIR CHARACTER:

Olive is family oriented and very much rooted in her faith. It brings her peace knowing there is something bigger out there, a greater purpose. She isn’t preachy about it but she isn’t shy about it either if asked. She does a lot of charity with her family and her youth group, in fact, most of her time outside of school is spent doing something connected with her church. Though her faith is important to her she misses having a life outside of it. She sometimes wants to be a teen like everyone else, go to parties and waste time at the mall. It’s hard for her to express that without feeling like she is betraying her faith so she just stays on her personal path most traveled. Sometimes her frustrations with having to defend her beliefs gets to her. She generally doesn’t let the other kids get to her, but having strong beliefs can be isolating and that can be difficult to deal with. Olive is struggling with finding a balance and figuring out if she is as whole person outside of “Extra Virgin Olive Oil.”