#grant x julia

[cabe0512]

Basically The Curse of Darkness in a nutshell...

Hector: If I had a garden, I would put my tulips and your tulips together.

Rosalie: *blushes intensely* Oh my!

Grant: If I had a garden, you would be my hoe.

Julia: *facepalms while blushing uncontrollably* This idiot...

[egregiously-grim]

Sanuso Notting Hill au, only for the “I’m just a girl standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her” scene

[somedayillbepeterpan]

I need this

HELP I NEED A POLIN FIC WRITER’S HELP

I JUST HAD A FANTASTIC IDEA

A POLIN FIC BUT NOTTING HILL MODERN AU

PEN IS A FAMOUS WRITER

COLIN RUNS A TRAVEL BOOKSHOP

AND IT REVOLVES AROUND HIM (ALL HIS FRIENDS WOULD BE LIKE KATE AND ANTHONY AS BELLA AND MAX AND SPIKE WOULD BE ELOISE PROBABLY AND BENEDICT WOULD BE BERNIE AND HONEY WOULD BE HYACINTH) FALLING IN LOVE WITH HER

AND OF COURSE IT ENDS WITH THIS

(But also this scene)

[fishfooddude]

Hi

I read some of your stuff and really liked it and I was wondering

If you could do like a carmy x English major fic?

Like maybe a book store opens somewhere near the bear and it’s Natalie’s babies first birthday and he figures that kids like books and stuffed animals and he’s been too busy to get anything for the party cuz he’s helping Natalie by catering so she doesn’t have to worry about it

So he goes in and he meets reader and she recommends him something (like stellaluna or where the wild things are, like a classic kids book that carmy has somehow never heard of)

But then he thinks she’s really cute so he just keeps finding excuses to go in and talk to her and she starts like regularly recommending him books and everyone’s like “when the fuck did he learn how to read?”

No pressure just thought I’d ask, tysm!

Written Romance

Carmy Berzatto x Reader

The Bear MasterList

Directory

 “What do you even get a one-year-old?” Marcus queried as he looked down at the pastel-fruit-decorated birthday invitation. Michelle Witaske-Berzatto’s Berry's first birthday was this upcoming Sunday, and of course, the entire Bear staff was invited.

Carmy shrugged, “Last time I babysat, she played with a paper towel roll for 45 minutes.” he chuckled, remembering his niece squealing as she threw it in the air as much as her chubby little arms could. While he had become one of Natalie’s go-to babysitters, his apartment lacked baby-friendly activities. He’d busted out a couple of his old stuffed animals from Donna’s garage, and he had a couple of soft blankets for her to sit on, but aside from that- he was the awkward uncle who didn’t know what to talk about with a baby. He did like reading about French cuisine with her, but Sugar argued she preferred the story books Donna and their Nona used to read them when they were little. Carmy insisted she was actually a huge Julia Child fan, but his opinion was written off.

Carmy was taking out the trash when he noticed a new bookstore had opened a few storefronts down. He paused before throwing the bags in the dumpster; he’d have to check it out on his break.

~

It had been a slow day in the bookshop, granted days like this were nice since you were behind on homework. You were on a hot streak with your writing when the welcome bell rang, signaling you had a customer. After mentally cursing their existence, you closed your laptop and looked up to see a handsome man. Black Dickie work pants, crisp white t-shirt, and Birkenstock clogs with a reusable tote bag on his shoulder. You bit your cheek as you watched this mystery man approach the counter. “Hey, how can I help you?” your voice cracked subtly enough for him not to notice- or at least not indicate he heard it crack.

“Do you have any children’s section and recommendations?” he asked hopefully. “Well, that depends,” you started as you walked around the counter. “How old is the kiddo?” you asked as you walked toward the back of the shop, motioning him to follow you. 

“She’s one.” Carmy answered, following you through a narrow hallway made up of two overstuffed bookshelves. You nodded, “Well, my nephew loved Stellaluna when he was little- so that’s my go-to.” 

Carmy nodded, “Okay.. any others? It’s her birthday, so wanna get her somethin’ fun.” he explained as you handed him a copy of Stellaluna, “Is this about bats?” he asked as he held up the book to you. You laughed and nodded, “It’s charming- it’s about embracing differences and how different people can be friends.”

You directed Carmy through the children’s section for about an hour. Carmy held a pile of colorful picture books and a copy of a fairy series you’d recommended for when Michelle got older. “You’re really into this, aren’t you?” Carmy asked as he set the pile of books on the counter. You nodded as you began ringing up his purchase, “I’m getting my Master’s in English Lit.”

Carmy smiled, “That’s cool.” 

“Thanks… what about you? Are you passionate about your work?” you challenged as you put each book in a paper bag. “Passion is a subjective experience… I’m a chef- I actually own The Bear.” he laughed, gesturing toward the exit. “Is it nearby? Sorry, I don’t go out to eat often.” you grimaced, hoping you hadn’t offended him. Carmy nodded, “It’s across the street a few doors down.” 

“I’ll check it out sometime.” you smiled, handing him his bag. Carmy nodded, “Sure thing. I’m Carmy, by the way.” 

“Y/N. I hope the little one likes her books.”

“I’ll be her favorite uncle for sure.” 

~

It took a few weeks for Natalie to notice, Carmy was happier. When she went to pick Michelle up she noticed an ever growing stack of children’s books, coloring books, and his not ratty old stuffed animals from Donna’s garage. Something was goin’ on… she just didn’t know what. 

“Is Carmy dating someone?” she asked Syd one night when they were alone in the office. She shrugged, “Honestly, I don’t want to know about his love life.” she laughed at the end. The sheer obscurity of Carmy having a girlfriend after the Claire saga was something Syd didn’t want to wrap her head around. “He’s been going to that bookshop a lot- if he is seeing someone, she probably works there.” Syd thought aloud as Natalie hit print on the document she’d been working on. 

“Hm. Interesting…”. “Natalie trailed off as she exited the office with the paperwork and a pen. She walked into the dining room to get Richie to sign off on an order. She watched him squeeze the bridge of his nose at the host stand. “Stressed?” Natalie commented as she set the documents in front of Richie. Yeah… where’s Carmy? I need to ask him about the menu for next week.” 

Natalie shrugged, “Not sure. He said he had to run an errand?” 

Richie shook his head, “I swear that child is tryin’ to get with this girl- mother fucker learned how to read to impress her. Marcus saw him reading some philosophy book in the office last night.” 

“Hm. I guess I’ll just have to ask him about it.”

[moonshynecybin]

idk how to formulate this exactly but i don't think that marc was under much pressure from his parents, at least not financially. you have to remember that 1) from 2002(when marc was 9) two brothers became his sponsors and basically paid for everything that concerned racing(helmet, all the equipment, entry fees i imagine). i do think he was under so much pressure to perform and fullfil their expectations and 2) his father(idk about his mother) was still working in marc's first years in the championship(i'm not sure until when but definitely in 2008 and 2009, as marc was traveling alone with emilio). i saw some people say that 'his family depended on him since he was 15' but i don't think that's true, firstly bc his father(parents?) was still working and i don't think marc made that much(he said that he basically did first 3 season for nothing and only made real money in moto 2)

first off i didnt know some of this stuff about emilio/his sponsorship stuff, so thanks for sharing its good food for thought in this arena and lends some nuance to the situation. sick. i AMMMM going to defend at least part of my interpretation here bc i yam who i yam, but in short i think there is a pretty undeniable financial insecurity (or at least AWARENESS of financial insecurity) through marc's childhood, that i decided using my own god given right to use armchair psychology on athletes had an impact on him! i agree with you that marc's parents didnt put any pressure on him-- everyone freely admits that, like i dont think it was a thing where roser and julia sat him down and said 'you are our only shot' or anything:

BUT at the same time, theyve also all been very candid about being blue collar workers in a sport that is pretty expensive, especially when marc and alex were younger: (x) (x)

i will also admit that i couldnt find a source for them losing their jobs in the 2008 financial crisis-- i think i read that on tumblr a long time ago and assimilated it into my brain so shame on me if its wrong cuz i looked pretty hard lol... but i WILL say that even if marc was never pressured by his parents, and even if he had a lot of his costs as a teen covered by sponsors, i dont think that excludes the crux of my initial argument from being a possibility: that marc was aware of his family's less than ironclad financial status and that it may have helped motivate him to succeed in a specific way that fed into his baseline i-cried-everytime-i-lost-as-a-child-tendencies. like im not saying its his sole motivator (god no. hes organically insane) or this deep wound he carries inside of himself, more something that informs how hes moved through his career (defending his move to andorra in the thick of the tax scandal thing by saying hes a young athlete who doesnt know how long his career will last which kind of implies he wants to pay less taxes to keep his money that he earned, and not getting a sportscar or flashing a lot of his money all the time both come to mind-- granted there are other marc personality factors at play here, but i dont think it hurts my argument lol). like growing up without much money kinda sticks with you. is all i was saying. like its literally a reason julia gives for why his kids are so obsessed with each other to this day. which i think is INTERESTING IS ALLLL

[goldenageframes]

S*x Games (1983)

Directed by: Paul Vatelli Starring: Nicole Black, Cody Nicole, Shauna Grant, Julia Parton

Language: English original Subtitles: None 1,14Gb - 84’45’’ - 762x576 - MKV USA - DVD

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[tightjeansjavi]

My Dearest,

A/N: so, while I was in Galena for my girls trip this weekend…my friend and I went into a bookstore and that’s where the inspiration struck! Ulysses Grant wrote letters to his wife (My Dearest Julia) from June 4th, 1844 to February 2, 1854. Of course I immediately had to throw Joel into the narrative, with a twist ;) please have your tissue boxes at the ready for this one and remember, fiction can’t hurt you! Also, big thank you and kisses to @beardedjoel for sobbing along with me while I wrote these series of letters 💘 P.S I know California wasn’t founded as a state until 1850…but let’s just pretend!

~word count: 1.9k~

Summary: a series of letters written by Joel Miller, a hopeless romantic yearning for your embrace once more.

Pairing | forbidden love!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: angst, allusion to smut, infertility, pining, hopeless romantic, unrequited love, forbidden love, major character death, alcoholism, death by alcohol poisoning, yearning, no age gap, mentions of social status, somewhat historically accurate language, no happy ending, reader has no physical descriptions, readers nickname is my dearest, +18 minors dni! (If I missed anything, please let me know!)

June 4th, 1844

My Dearest,

I am deeply remorseful for the events that transcribed three days ago. I know I have put you in an undesirable situation now with your father’s wishes for your arranged marriage to the rich banker's son. Forgive me, for I don’t care to remember his name. My dearest, do not put the blame upon yourself. If we had known that there were prying, hateful eyes watching us, I would have waited for you in the stables and not inside your chambers. Jealously drives even the sanest of people to do the unforgivable. The deep wounds your father has inflicted upon me will heal, but my heart? Oh, how it aches for you, my dearest. If I were not a coward, I would turn back and face the gallows just to see your face one last time, for what else is a man to do when he is in love? I’m heading west, like we planned in the gardens, in hopes that you will follow me and go against your father’s wishes. Please write to me soon, tell me that you are safe, and grace me with your sweet words.

Your devoted Joel.

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July 13, 1844

My Dearest,

California is beautiful and my eyes are seeing the ocean for the very first time. I wonder what your view is? Last I heard you were moving to New York. Is it true? Please tell me it’s a lie. I would be naive to think that what is written in the papers to be false, but my heart is still holding on. Are you moving to New York because of me? I’m so sorry, my dearest. We should have been more careful. I can still smell your perfume, and feel the ghost of your lips on my skin. I am no poet, but if I was, perhaps your father would think highly of me.

I dream of you even in the daytime.

Please write to me, dearest.

J.M

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September, 7th 1844

My Dearest,

There is a sweetness on my tongue that I have not felt the indulgence of for many moons and suns. I worried that I would never hear from you again, that I would become another distant memory fading into ash. I forbade this from happening, dearest. We are thousands of miles apart, and all I wish for is to see your face once more. Do you wish for the same, dearest? To see your Joel, to feel his warm embrace? Please don’t forget me, please. I know in your heart that you still feel for me. California calls your name as it did mine. Come back to me, dearest.

Yours most affectionately,

Joel

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January 12th, 1845

My Dearest,

I have not heard from you in months and my heart cannot bare it any longer. Why do you not write to me, dearest? I’ve enrolled in classes, maybe I’ll even become the next great American author! Would your father accept me then, if I was no longer a penniless man? I think he would. Your father is a very simple man in those regards. If only my status in society didn’t matter. Do you lie awake in bed and think of me, dearest? Does your dream state float off to the thoughts of your Joel? My dearest, my love for you has not changed, only grown stronger. Has yours for me felt all the same?

Joel

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July 11th, 1845

My Dearest,

I write to you with a heavy heart and an anger that has never once possessed me. Please tell me it isn’t true. That you have fallen for another, the rich banker's son? It cannot be true. The papers lie, dearest. Your heart belongs to me, does it not? It must. You promised! You said that no matter what happened, no matter the consequences, we would end up together. You spoke those words so sweetly upon my ear when I laid beneath your sheets, dearest. Back in Texas, in your abandoned home, the stench of me still lingers. When you receive this letter, close your eyes and imagine me there with you, wherever that may be. I’ll come to New York, I swear it. I’ll come find you!

Please, write to me soon, dearest. Do not allow this to be the end of our story, I beg of you.

Yours always,

Joel Miller

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October, 1845

My Dearest,

This morning I write to you about the thoughts of reminiscing on our love. Something so sweet, fresh, ripened, but not yet spoiled. Do you remember the night we first met? We were just children then. All bright eyed and filled with curiosity. I remember the bows in your braided hair, your mother scolding you for them, slapping your cheek and yanking them from your braids. You wept with your face buried in your hands, and I comforted you. Your mother taught you how to curtsey, how to engage in small talk and forced you to wear those unbreathable garments that you hated so. I showed you how to run, to make mud pies and swim in the river. Do you remember the night of our first kiss? The first time our lips touched and my life held a meaning again? The foul mouthed, stable hand boy winning the affections of a girl such as you. If I bring my fingers to my lips now, I can feel your kiss there, too. I moved back to Texas, dearest. I wanted to feel closer to you. Write to me soon, and in your letter tell me that you wish for me to come to New York to be with you.

I am inconsolable without your presence at my side.

Yours devotedly,

Joel Miller

P.S. Every night I pray to the moon and stars that we will be in one another’s embrace very soon. I have never been a religious man by any means, but I find myself praying for you, my dearest.

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March 29th, 1846

My Dearest,

It is spring once again, and everything is in bloom! A new family has moved into your abandoned home, and I am back to my roots. I have given up my dreams to be an author, but I write to you, still. I missed being around the horses more than you could possibly imagine. There’s a piece missing here, and that piece is you. The new family I work for has a daughter around your age. She’s pretty, beautiful even, but she’s not you, my dearest. She’ll never be you. Her hair isn’t the right length, her eyes the wrong shade, her laugh isn’t yours, her mannerisms are all wrong. She yearns for my affections, but my heart belongs to another. I will not commit adultery against you, my sweet. Even in my loneliest hours, I will not give into my sins against you. She would make a fine wife, and her parents are unlike your own, but she will never be you, and she will never possess my heart.

I yearn for you.

Your Joel

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July 2nd, 1846

My Dearest,

I write to you with sweat dripping down my brow. I cannot sleep, the Texas heat has played a cruel trick upon my mind. I awoke to your voice, whispering my name through the billowing curtains. I taste your sweet kiss and the oncoming summer storm, but you are not here. Am I going insane? I fear that I am. What is the weather like in New York? Write to me soon, I beg of you.

Joel Miller

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September 23rd, 1847

My Dearest,

I am facing my loneliest night yet, and I picture you laying beside me beneath my sheets. I have scrapped up enough money to finally buy you a ring! Isn’t that the most wonderful news? Tomorrow evening, after supper, I will head into town to the jewelers and buy you a ring that shines more brilliantly than the heavens above. You’ll wait for me, won’t you? Promise me that you will.

With love,

Your Joel

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January, 1848

My Dearest,

Today is the day where I wish I never awoke. I wish to stay in a sweet slumber where my dreams are filled with you. You cannot marry him, please. Tell your father that you don’t accept the banker's son’s hand in marriage! He will never know you as I do, my dearest. He will never satisfy you the way that I can. He will turn his nose up at your politics, your drinking habits, your antics and wildness. But I love you as so. Come back to me, runaway with me. I can give you so much happiness if you only let me. How will your husband to-be react when he finds that you cannot bear him children? When the marriage is to be consummated, and he strips you of your skirts and touches you where only I have been, how will he feel? I worry for you, my dearest. I remember the night that we first became one. Do you still think of the way I moved in you? I still feel the phantom crescents of your nails in my back. I wish the marks left there were permanent, so I would always have a piece of you with me. Tell me that you remember the way that my kisses feel, my taste on your tongue, my voice, my body moving with yours. There was a time when you wanted to bear my children, and begged me to fill your womb with my seed. We waited and waited, but your womb never swelled with life no matter how many times we tried. You assumed my feelings for you would sour, but they only grew.

If you accept the banker's son's hand in marriage, I wish to never see the sunrise again.

Joel Miller

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May 7th, 1848

My Dearest,

I have never wept more than I have this morn. I shredded the papers, I pounded my fists into the earth and spooked every horse in the stable. Even the heavens weep with me, my dearest. Can I even call you that any longer? You wear his ring upon your finger, awake beneath his sheets, smelling of him. I’m sorry, my dearest. I’m sorry I could never be enough for you. I have tried so hard, and have continued to fail. My heart aches, and I wish I could rip it from my chest and stab it till all movement ceases. I wish to not feel any longer. I have lost all hope, and I fear that my attempts to hear from you have been fruitless. My devoted letters are out there, somewhere. Or perhaps you have collected them. Perhaps you did not awaken in his sheets. Perhaps you are on your way back to me. I’ll wait for you, my dearest.

Undoubtedly yours,

Joel Miller

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June 4th, 1848

My Dearest,

In my loneliest hour, I write to you. If you ever receive this letter, do not weep for me. You and I were cut from a separate cloth since birth. I was not born into wealth. I was not fed from silver spoons. My clothes are tattered, the soles of my boots are worn down. All I have to my name is my penmanship and my memories of you. Think of me sweetly, will you? I wish you only happiness and love. I have turned into a drunk, my dearest. Alcohol soothes my mind, woes, and ailments. I hear your voice so vividly when I am in this state. You’re here beside me now, watching as I write my final letter. I can reach out and touch your cheek, soft, supple. You smell of saccharine honey and lavender fields. Your laugh is my favorite tune, and I can hear it now. Sing me a lullaby, my darling as I close my eyes and dream of you for a final time. If another universe exists, I hope I am rich. I hope I am the wealthiest man who is adored by your mother and father. I hope that on the night we meet again, I present you with a ring forged from my heart, a piece of me that has forever belonged to you. I hope I am fed from a silver spoon, dressed in the finest garments, attend every gala with you on my arm as my lady, my wife, my reason to live. I hope to bless you with as many children as you so desire. I have always loved you, my dearest, from the moment we met, I have been yours.

Farewell,

Your Joel.

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talk to me abt them if you want :)

couldn’t fit all the tags lol

[cabe0512]

Hector: Don't you think calling yourself the "Pirate of the Roads" is just getting your enemies to laugh at you more?

Grant: The way I see it, it's more of a viable strategy, really. Make yourself seem lower to make your enemies seem taller. The higher their pride, the harder they fall. And besides, it's a fair trade; they get to laugh at my name, I get to laugh at their corpses.

Hector: *turns to Julia* He's a bit scary, don't you think?

Julia: *reading a grimoire unbothered* He is. That's what I like about him.

Grant: *smirks slyly* That's not the only thing she likes about me.

Julia: *smacks his head with the grimoire*

[jonesyjonesyjonesy]

Wildflowers (pt. xxii.ii)

a john paul jones x fem!oc fic (in progress)

summary: Julia Morgan knew nannying for three girls who had recently lost their mother would come with many challenges. But she never thought their father, the enigmatic musician John Paul Jones, would be causing her the most trouble. And while Julia is not in the business of saving broken men, her tenderness might be meant for more than little girls and wildflowers.

table of contents │ previous chapter

masterlist│ko-fi

notes: discussion of drug use, discussion of sa, general angst

a/n: it's going to get worse before it gets better 💔

pt. xxii.ii, jack-go-to-bed-at-noon

“I don't want to hurt you. But I can’t lose you, Julia, I can’t.”

I did not sleep. Why would I with a feral beast in the house?

I had no idea if John would wake again. Whether he would be stronger and more demonic than before. So I remained posted up outside the primary bedroom, almost unblinking.

That is until it was time for the girls to rouse for school. It was a miracle none of them questioned the thunderous snore of Peter Grant in the guest bedroom and even more remarkable they believed my fib that the strange car parked out front belonged to the new gardener. However, Tamara barely looked at me. At first I wondered if I had hurt her feelings by being short with her in the night, but then I overheard her whispering to Jacinda while they stood by the car waiting for me to come around.

“The ghost is back.”

It was urgent enough to cut right through the still air.

I wished I could believe in the ghost too. That the bumps in the night were angered spirits rather than their father, fecund with liquor and pills, a man they would not have recognized should they have met him.  

I should not have been driving in my sleepless state. I almost jumped the curb and nearly clipped a mailbox.

I barely remembered the drive. Just realized I left Warren House only to end up there again. It wasn’t enough that my body sagged with the hours of sleep lost. There was a hundred some pounds of weight on me too. Pinned to my hips. Gripping my thighs.

I sat in the car far longer than I would have on a normal day. Trying to keep my stomach from flipping at the memory of the night. Mere hours before.

With a final breath, a final push, I forced myself out of the car. And upstairs. To the master bedroom. To see if the monster had returned to man again.

The door was cracked when I got there. Just an inch. Caused by one of those ghostly drafts.

I ticked the door open a few inches more and peered inside.

John had made it to the bed, curled into a lump under the bountiful bedclothes. Red and cream floral. I hadn’t noticed it the night before. His hair was draped over his face, obscuring the evidence of my defense.

I watched him breathing for far too long and wished to feel what I had in the past. To fawn over him, adore him as I once had. Instead, I just felt sad, watching the covers rise and fall with his deep breaths.

I wished to crawl in with him, forget it all, laugh when he woke to gritty dried blood spattered across his face.

But I couldn’t. It might have killed me.

I pulled myself away from the door, closed it as far as I could without the latch clicking shut, and continued down the hallway. The doors to the guest rooms were now opened. And when I peeked inside, the beds were mussed. I sighed, knowing Annie would give me guff for it. Add it onto the pile. I could hack it after the night I had had.

I checked myself in the mirror once more (fatigued, but resplendently so) before heading downstairs to meet my “guests”.

“They wanted fresh air,” Annie grumbled when I entered the kitchen to grab another cup of coffee. “They requested breakfast on the terrace.” She dropped a plate of toast points onto a tray.

I whisked the tray away from her before she could pick it up. “You needn’t bother with them.”

“You needn’t either,” she said, though she made no effort to stop me.

We exchanged a resigned smile. I had given her the barest of details before the girls had come down for breakfast. That the men had shown up in the middle of the night, an emergency. Warned her John was not himself. That was all. Nothing about his outburst, the confusion, the belligerence.

I stowed the bite mark away too. There wasn’t anything gleeful about this mark as opposed to the ones Jimmy gave me. Nothing giddily perverse about it.

With the tray and my coffee, I headed out onto the terrace.

Peter spotted me first through a cloud of cigarette smoke. He looked surprisingly well-rested for a man wearing the same clothes he’d had on the night before. “Julia! Morning, love.”

“Morning, gentlemen.” I placed the tray on the table beside the tea service, glimpsing Richard and BP who were both a little worse for wear, no doubt having been forced to bunk up together.

“Oh, thank you. It’s a perfect day for a meal on the terrace, don’t you think? Fresh air and all that…” Peter went on jovially.

I hesitated to agree when the cigarette negated the fresh air.

Luckily, he didn’t bother for my answer. “Sleep well?” Peter asked with a raised eyebrow.

I snagged my coffee off the tray before saying dryly, “Like a baby.”

“Aren’t you lucky, then?” Richard grumbled.

Peter leered at Richard briefly. “We’re…uh, what he means is, thanks for handling him.”

“Handling him,” I repeated. So that’s what I had been doing.

“He just needed a feminine touch, you know? A reminder,” Peter said, snagging a piece of toast off the tray and dipping a corner straight into a glob of jam. “Of what is rather than…”

I stared hard at him, causing him to lose his train of thought.

“Sit, Julia,” Richard said. “You’re making me nervous.”

“No, I’ve duties to get to, I just wanted to make sure you were taken care of –”

“No, Julia, sit, please let’s chat,” Peter said, waving his fingers toward me.

The truth was, if I sat, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stay awake. However, a chat with Peter Grant never seemed negotiable. I took the free chair, pulling it out a foot from the table so as not to be too close to them. “I’d hate to make you feel antsy,” I echoed without affectation, though my blood was boiling.

BP stuck his tongue into the side of his cheek, keeping his mouth pressed tight together.

“I know I’ve thanked you before Julia, but really, really our boy was in a bad way before you showed up. You keep him in good spirits.”

My stomach turned. I keep him in good spirits. I couldn’t have been more foolish. Thinking any of it was love. I was something to do. A hobby. A woman’s body has been currency since the beginning of time. It was an exchange from the start. “I do what I can,” I said softly.

“And more, apparently,” Richard muttered.

I didn’t have the energy to glare. My humanity was seeping out.

“We’re hoping this will be a one time thing,” Peter went on. “We’ll keep an eye on him and what he’s…consuming. And when he’s back home, you know, you just keep doing what you’re doing.”

“I ought to be on the Zeppelin payroll at this point,” I said, watching the steam from my coffee.

“That could be arranged.”

That caught my attention. My eyes zipped to Peter.

He grinned wolfishly. “A joke, of course.”

“Of course,” I replied, unconvinced. I suddenly wondered if they kept a roster of vessels.

Peter jammed his inch of a cigarette into the ashtray and reached for another. “Between the two of us, I know we can make sure he’s in good shape for tour in January.”

The words rolled over me like storm clouds closing in. Slowly and then all at once. “Tour in January.”

“Yes, it’s not much time, but we can keep him on the straight and narrow.”

I did not have the energy to convey what I felt. Hell, I didn’t even know what I felt. Surprise. Dismay. Fury. Ache. A collision of all sorts of a terrible feelings. I glanced at BP who seemed to be the only one who could tell I didn’t know of a tour starting in January. He dipped his chin lower and looked away.

Hadn’t they just started recording the album? Surely it wasn’t enough time for them to set out in tour in a handful of months.

“Of course, we’ll have to make sure his spirits are up until then so he doesn’t get cold feet, but you do an excellent job of keeping him warm, Ms. Morgan.”

 I opened my mouth, unsure what vitriol would emerge, only to be cut off by a low and gravelly, “The hell is going on?”

John was awake and he was standing barefoot on the terrace. The lower part of his face was streaked with dried blood and there was a splotch of a stain on the collar of his nightshirt. I couldn’t look directly at him more than a moment.

“Christ what happened to your face?” Richard asked with his lips contorted in bemusement.

“What are you talking about?” John trailed off, words mushy.

Peter glanced at me, then back at John. “You’ve got blood all over your face, mate.”

John smothered his face with his hand, his coordination massively strained by his hangover. “The hell…”

BP and Richard looked at me for explanation. I shook my head. “He wasn’t like that when I left him.”

A pitiful lie.

Peter reached for his napkin and dipped it in his water glass. “C’mere, I’ll take care of it,” Peter said, almost like a mother.

My knuckles whitened as I gripped my cup of coffee.

“How did I get here?” John asked in a small voice, stepping closer to us.

Every nerve in my body stood on end, my body sensing danger. The weight returned to my middle.

Now that he was within swiping distance, Peter got up, grabbed John by the arm, and swung him down into his own chair. “Just relax and I’ll explain.”

John, still dazed, looked at me, his eyes calling for some sort of help I couldn’t give him. Peter smeared his cloth napkin across John’s face to clear off the blood. John bristled, raising his hands to bat Peter away. “I can do it.”

“You got into a state last night. A really bad one,” Peter explained. I was shocked by his softness with John. I’d seen him threatening and I’d seen him trying to charm, but I’d never seen him quite like this. Cleaning up the messes.

“It’s sore, why’s it sore?” John complained softly.

“Had to bring you home so that you’d settle down,” Peter went on. Then, satisfied with his cleaning, gave John a pat on the back. “Felt better when you saw Julia, didn’t ya? Perked right up when you saw her.”

John’s blue eyes rolled toward me again and, this time, they caught.

And I remembered

Tour in January.

As if the chasm between us wasn’t already wide enough. It made sense why he would want the girls to know about us then. He could go away for tour, leaving behind his girls with not a nanny but…something more. I wondered how long he knew, how long he had been wondering how to tell me, how long he would have waited it Peter hadn’t sloughed the information on me.

It was too much for a Tuesday morning.

Though John’s forehead was pinched still with confusion, he managed a small smile. My stomach turned at the sight of it. I looked away before I could try and determine what memories lay behind that expression. Which pieces he still had to give him a picture of the night before.

“She took right good care of you,” Peter went on, unknowingly stabbing more daggers into my chest. “Didn’t she?”

“Other than whatever scrap you got into,” Richard said, his lip turned up in disgust.

Peter shot him a glare, as per usual. “Yes, you’re feeling better now. And looking better too. Right boys?”

“Much better,” BP offered quickly.

Richard sighed and shuffled a hand through his wispish hair. “I mean, it’s a start.” 

I pressed myself up from my seat. “Peter, please sit. I ought to get on with things and you all can…talk.”

I didn’t wait for any replies. I needed to get inside, finish my coffee, and try and make myself serviceable for the day.

Though several voices called out after me, John’s stood apart. “Julia? Julia, wait –”

How dare he say my name like that? The lilting emphasis I’d come to love. Whether amidst bantering or the needy twirls between the sheets, it was his call to me.

And I would not let it soften me.

I stalked back into the house, into the kitchen, letting the door swing shut behind me. Annie was gone, off to another one of her tasks for today, which was less than ideal for me. Being alone meant the rip cord could be pulled on my emotions.

I grabbed the counter to steady myself and prepared to let out a sob.

But the kitchen door opened behind me, the sound of bare feet on the floor. Damn it all, I knew it was him just from the way he walked now. The softness of his breaths. That’s what Annie told me would happen all those months ago. I would learn the sounds of the house. It would become a part of me.

He would become a part of me.

“Julia, please, let me talk to you.”

I tipped my head back, resisting a curse as I steady the tears that so desperately wanted to escape. “What is it?” I said, placing my fist on my hip and pressing my fingernails into my palm to take my mind off the need to weep.

John didn’t respond.

I took a deep breath and turned to face him. Being alone together put me on edge immediately. I ran my hand around my neck, the phantom feeling of my collar tightening suffocating me. “What is it, John?”

“You’re upset with me,” he said plainly.

I pressed my hand to my chest and shook my head. “I’m not.”

I watched him take a step forward. My stomach dipped with nausea. “You don’t have to lie.”

Under the fabric of my dress, I could feel the wound his teeth made in my skin. At least that was easier to hide than the tears in my eyes. “You were in a bad way. That’s all.”

John’s skin was like paste. He needed a shower. And he needed a meal. Some more sleep probably. His jaw was prickling with stubble that needed to be shaved. His hair was more like a nest or a mop than the silky tresses I knew he cared for so well.

I didn’t look much better.

He took another step forward, pinching his fingers together at his sternum. “What happened, Julia?”

I moved back, hoping he didn’t notice. “Peter told you, it was just –”

“They’re appealing to my ego, they won’t tell me the truth.”

It saddened me that his want for the truth surprised me. The vision I had of John had slowly been replaced. From confident to cocksure, from humble to petulant.

The good parts were still there, weren’t they? My vision was simply clouded. Perhaps.

John strode forward quickly, quicker than I knew what to do with. His hand landed against my elbow, “Darling, please –”

Without thinking, I ripped myself away from him. My heart lodged itself in my throat and my whole body screamed for me to run from him. Danger. Destruciton. Ruination.

John’s hand lifted into the air, wide palmed and open. A surrender, though his eyes betrayed his confusion.

Every return of his was marked by the need to touch. More touching. More, more, more. Again, again, again. To him, the denial sent him down a different path at the forking of the road. Little did he know I was already miles ahead of him. Running. Away, so far away.

“Sorry,” I apologized meekly. “I don’t know why I did that.”

I did. Of course I did.

John moved the open hand to his nightshirt, fisting the fabric anxiously. “Tell me what happened,” he insisted, his voice low and clipped.

“It’s not –”

“Julia. Tell me.”

I glimpsed a flake of dried blood under his nose. I ran my hand back and forth along the benchtop nervously. “You had something. I have no idea what. But they brought you here in the middle of the night so I could help calm you down.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” he said more to himself than to me.

“Well, they all seem very aware of what’s been going on between the two of us. I suppose they thought you needed a woman’s touch.” I added the last bit through gritted teeth.  

John sucked his lower lip into his mouth for a few moments of contemplation. “I don’t speak about it outright, but I suppose the phone calls aren’t necessarily…secretive.”

I clamped my hand around the bicep of my opposite arm. I was shrinking as we spoke, bit by bit. An open secret. Like mistresses and whores. “You wanted her,” I said softly. When John canted his head, I clarified, “Maureen. You were…distraught.”

His mouth fell open. “I wanted her?”

“You got it in your head she was…” I shook my head. “I don’t know, I only saw the tail end. Because when you realized it was me you were coming home to, you came back to your senses.”

John’s brow furrowed and his mouth grew very small as he considered the facts. “I’m sorry, I don’t know where that came from.”

His quiet apology reinvigorated his pull on me. The inexplicable connection between us had not ceased to exist, but it was fraying, dangerously close to a single thread. “Do you remember talking to me on the phone last night?”

“I…don’t.”

Another thread snapped. “So you don’t remember what you said to me?”

“Did I say something hurtful? If I did, I’m so –“

I shook my head. “No, no. It’s not important.” I looked out the window at the expansive yard. It was turning gray out. Rain was imminent. Then, I smiled. Trying to smooth everything over. Except the tears I’d been holding back decided to betray me and fall. I swiped at them. “Fuck me.”

John clicked his tongue. “Julia, please, don’t be upset, I didn’t know I –”

“We shouldn’t keep doing this. It was too soon, too rash,” I say hurriedly.

“Please don’t say that.”

“You still think of her. It isn’t fair to any of us.” Any of us. Because whether he remembers or not he had implicated his children.

John’s forehead pinched. “I’ll always think of her.”

I winced. Stupid thing to say.

“That’s not something that will ever go away, Julia.”

“That’s not what I meant, I…” I swallowed, tears rolling down my cheeks. “I don’t think I’m strong enough for any of this.”  

I turned away from him to try and cry with some kind of privacy. Because it was true. I wasn’t strong enough to be everything for him, always anticipating each and every feeling or worry he might have, trying to be good, oh so good because that’s what he needed.

And if I failed?

It was not just a human thing for me to fail.

I was paid to be here. Where did my job end and I begin?

I don’t see you being able to resist that kind of trouble. And we know how that turned out the first time, Nick’s voice played loudly in my head.

Oh, if he could see me now, he’d be laughing. I just knew it.

Again, a hand. This time to my shoulder. My body bristled even harder this time, an angry scrawl gurgling from the back of my throat. “Nnndon’t touch me,” I snapped, clutching at the place he touched me as if it burnt

I was a cornered animal. Teeth bared, tears streaming down my face. And this time instead of confusion, something else appeared on John’s face. An amalgam of disgust and fear. Good. That would make everything easier. “What happened?” he asked, his voice harsh.

“John –”

He stepped closer. “What happened last night?”

“I don’t want to do this, I don’t.” I gulped at every word, trying to steady myself.

“You won’t even look at me and I can’t –”

“I can’t.”

“I can’t even touch you without –”

“Fine! You want to know?” If I let him close in any further, I would suffocate. I grabbed the collar of my dress and pulled down, revealing the wound he’d made with his teeth the night before. “Here.”

John’s eyes landed on the purple impressions of his teeth on my chest. He had the gall to look confused.

“You bit me,” I said through clenched teeth. “You bit me and then you tried to fuck me.”

The words landed in his face, his expression flinching. The universe must have been laughing at the recurrence of these marks on me. Once from pleasure, once from pain. The pain inflicted by the wrong man.

“And I told you no and you wouldn’t stop.” My voice broke at the end because up until the night before, on the phone I loved him. And now here, in the kitchen I…still did.

But I knew I couldn’t.

John pinched his lips together. “Is that why…” He gestured toward his face. “The blood?”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, but if I didn’t –“I stopped. Why couldn’t I just say the words? Say them aloud. He deserved to hear them. If I hadn’t hurt him, he would have hurt me. Raped me. And this conversation would be much different. Or would it? Is it any different if the intention was there? If he wasn’t in his right mind? “You wouldn’t stop,” I said once more, ashamed how meek I sounded.

John put both his hands over his face for a moment, then scrubbed them back through his hair, pulling his chin up with them. “Fuck.” Then he laughed, raw and humorless. It was a harrowing kind of laugh. One you acquire as an adult when you realize how richly awful the world can be. “Fuck,” he repeated. Quieter. More bruised. “I don’t remember doing that.”

“I know.”

“I don’t know why I –“

“I know.”

“I would never, ever –”

I blinked, releasing one more tear. “I know, John, I know.” But he nearly had.

His fingers of one hand ticked nervously and his breath was heavier than usual. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I didn’t have to say the truth aloud for us both to hear it.

Too late.

“But I can’t lose you, Julia, I can’t.”

I found myself smiling despite myself, wicking away more tears. In the haze of love I had for him, I would cling to the meekest admission so I didn’t have to let him go.

“Give me a chance to…make it up to you. If I can.”

“I boxed you in the nose, perhaps we’re even,” I said in an effort to lighten the moment, looking at the tears glistening on my fingers.

The corner of his lips tipped up out of necessity and nothing more.

I dried my hands on the bodice of my dress. “I suppose you’ll be going back, then.”

John scratched the back of his head, eyes falling to the ground. “I’d rather not seeing as how we’re –”

I interrupted swiftly. “No, it’s good, I need to get used to it. What with your tour coming up.”

His reaction was delayed, but once it registered, his pallid cheeks lit up with embarrassment.

“Peter told me,” I said with a limp smile.

John sighed. “I was going to tell you when I came home.”

“Right, of course, I’m just a little surprised, is all.”

“Everything’s being rushed, once we’re done. We had stuff in the catalog anyway that we never –” he stopped short. “None of that matters really. You know. In the scheme…of things.”

I had no more fight in me. No more willingness to open my heart up and show the hurt. The want. If I was going to continue to love him, I’d have to lock it tightly away until the timing was more appropriate. A silly thought when it comes to such a quivering, untenable feeling.

Before either of us could say anything, I heard noise from the hall, the terrace door opening and heavy footsteps.

“Enough,” I said softly. “No more of this.”

John started to step forward and then remembered that his advancements were now threats. He glanced down at his hands as the door to the kitchen opened.

“Hate to interrupt –“ It was Peter. “But we really ought to get back to it.”

“Just a minute,” John said, barely tilting his head over his shoulder toward Peter.

Peter’s eyes found mine and where there had been a semblance of softness earlier, there was now edge.

Until I was notified further or until I changed the circumstances myself, I was under an obligation to make everyone’s lives easier. Every single life but my own.

Under Peter’s watchfulness, I did what last night I thought I’d never do again. I stepped closer to John. His eyes lit up, but kept himself at bay. I could hear my blood rushing in my ears as I took John’s hand. At first it burned and then my body seemed to remember every other moment before last night at once. I inhaled sharply and lifted my gaze into his. Blue I had been dreaming about for far longer than we had known each other’s mouths and bodies.

“You won’t lose me,” I whispered. A promise to him and to myself. Time apart would be good. For me to weight out all the good, remember him the way I had fallen in love with him, not the feral monster from the night before.

John left me with a touch to my cheek. Nothing more.

When I finally was able to sleep after almost forty hours of waking, he came to me in a nightmare.

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OMG I have an idea for a Peter Sutherland fic. Peter and reader are lying in bed watching a movie or show but reader is just staring at Peter. When Peter asks ‘what is it?’, reader says ‘I’m counting all the freckles on your face’ and that’s when Peter finds out that reader is obsessed with his freckles and his face. Pure fluff I’m crying just thinking about it T__T

This is just the cutest thing ever, and I love it. I hope I did it justice!

Photograph - Peter Sutherland

Synopsis ! (In the request above) You and Peter are watching a movie on a rainy day, and you get distracted by his freckles. Pairing ! Peter Sutherland x Reader (no use of y/n) Genre ! Pure fluff Warnings ! (Slightly steamy) kissing, shirtless Peter, slight innuendo Word Count - 695

" We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time's forever frozen, still " - Photograph, Ed Sheeran

The way I wrote this so fast because I love it so much is insane. (And I listen to music when I write, therefore the song titles for everything.)

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It was a rainy day, and those were your favorites. It was a day where you could stay home with the excuse that the weather made DC drivers crazy. It was a day where you could have hot chocolate and popcorn and watch movies all day with candles lit around you. It was a day where you could spend your time with your favorite person in the world. Peter knew how much you loved rainy days, so he would everything he could to make them special for you.

You had finished the popcorn and the hot chocolate, and you and Peter were cuddled up in bed, legs intertwined and covered with a fluffy blanket. You loved how warm Peter was, so you rested your head against his bare chest and wrapped yourself around him like a koala, relishing in the feeling of his skin against yours and listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

You’d picked out the movie Notting Hill, one of your favorites. As Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant displayed their characters’ romance, you couldn’t help but feel like you were in a movie yourself. The steady rhythm of the rain, the ambiance from the candles, and the person you loved the most being by your side created the potential for a romance film.

But you didn’t necessarily want that. You wanted to take a picture of this moment with your mind so that you could remember it forever. You wanted to live in this moment forever.

You looked up at Peter, studying the way his eyes were focused on the television screen, totally invested in the story being told. His lashes were incredibly long—which made you jealous at times—and had the slightest hint of red in them, just like his hair. You loved his hair. When it got long enough, it would curl, and his ginger roots would become more prominent, which is why he kept it cut shorter. It was also the reason why he wouldn’t keep more than a five o’clock shadow; his facial hair was red. That, and he didn’t want to rub your cheeks raw whenever the two of you kissed.

You also appreciated his ginger-ness because it gave him freckles, which was something he despised. His chest and back were sprinkled with them, and you would often connect the dots with your fingertips, which made him crave more of your touch. He would become insatiable whenever you did that.

But then sometimes, you’d gaze up at his face and start to count the infinite amount of freckles there. Some were so faint you could barely see them, but others were more clear, like the ones on his nose. You started there, then made your way to his right cheek, then his forehead, and you worked your way clockwise.

You’d only made it to the left side of his jaw when he caught you staring, and his brows turned downwards in confusion as his nose wrinkled ever so slightly, a sight you found incredibly adorable. “What is it?” He asked, lips quirking up as he noticed the admiration in your eyes.

“I’m counting all the freckles on your face,” you said before turning your elated smile into a serious line. “Now, be quiet. I only got to fifty—“

Peter wasn’t able to hear the last digit of the number because he captured your lips with his. That was another thing you loved; his lips. They were soft and firm at the same time, and the way they moved against yours drove you crazy.

One of Peter’s strong hands moved to grip your waist to keep you flush against him, and your shirt rode up slightly. Peter’s fingers pressed into your skin, which had started to grow warm and flushed. You pulled back slightly, staring into Peter’s warm, brown eyes flecked with bits of hazel, his pupils blown wide in his desire for you.

“What brought this on?” You asked, your voice now breathless.

Peter brushed his nose against yours. “You love my freckles, so I love you.”

“Well,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I think I’m in love with more than your freckles.”

Keep sending in requests! Fluff, headcanons, (I'll even attempt at smut?), send it all!

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bright beginnings pt. 10

pairing: single dad!joseph quinn x fem!reader  wc: 868  warnings: grace being sneaky but in a good way i promise

part nine • part eleven

a/n: hi sorry im so bad at uploading mental health went poopy stinky but im back

“grace elizabeth vandien!” joe gasped, practically hitting the phone out of grace’s hand. “you did not just friend request my employee!” 

“well she’s cute and clearly you need to get your head out of your ass, so if you don’t do it i will.” 

“you’re not playing cupid.”

“and you’re stupid if you think i’m going to listen to you.” 

“i cannot believe you’ve done this.” 

“well believe it, buckaroo. this is happening whether you like it or not.” 

joe had to stop himself from shoving grace off the couch, instead choosing to throw a pillow at her face before getting up to pace the room. there was no way this was going to turn out good. there absolutely wasn’t. but it wasn’t like he was nervous, right? granted, the last person he was with was julia. she didn’t really do much in terms of their relationship, seeing as it appeared to be purely transactional. and the fact that she left the kids with joe a majority of the time. he wasn’t going to lie, the honeymoon phase was nice, but it didn’t last much longer than six months before he started noticing a few things. then six turned into twelve, julia got pregnant and those twelve months turned into 23 with divorce papers in his hands. and now the twins were three, he was sex deprived and dear god, he just-- 

but he couldn’t, could he? he wasn’t going to lie, y/n was one of the only things on his mind lately. okay so maybe he had looked at her profile picture on facebook for too long. and memorized the freckles on her cheeks and how some of them almost looked like the little dipper if you squinted just enough. or how her cousin commented “so hot so pretty you need a boyfriend” on every profile picture and y/n would just reply with an eyeroll emoji and a “get me one then”. how she laughed so gracefully when the kids at the daycare did something funny. or cute. or both. how she took such great care of the twins and didn’t care at all that they attached themselves to her. 

yeah, maybe he needed a new relationship. he needed to stop thinking about y/n. he needed--

“joe, get out of your head.” grace lightly slapped his cheeks. “i promise i won’t say anything too out of pocket to her.” 

“grace!” 

“i’m joking! mostly. listen, you know your worth and you deserve to have it. julia can suck my ten inch clit, and if she pulls a fuss to her lawyer about you moving on you can literally bring up the fact she leaves you with the kids and breaks her custody agreement almost weekly to go fuck some guy on whatever costal island she flies to with daddies money. you. deserve. so. much. better. don’t stop yourself from pursuing this because of some silly little lady who can’t tell her left from her right.”

“i— she’s not directionally challenged.”

“that’s not my point.” grace rolled her eyes. “stop being such a worry wort and just get back out there! what’s wrong with going on one date with y/n?” 

“well for one, if it goes bad we might lose our best employee.” 

“i doubt she would quit if the date goes that roughly. and you gotta believe in yourself, dude. you had everyone in college swooning over you. it’s a surprise you’re not playing some heartthrob metal head somewhere on tv that everyone is going to fall in love with.”

“stop reminding me of my failed dreams.” joe dramatically flopped back on the couch. “i’d much rather be on tv than running a daycare.”

“but you’re doing a damn good job at it. honestly? i think it's your calling.” 

“huh?”

“working with kids. maybe you could like, develop a show about a couple in a daycare that falls in love and has like ten babies.” 

“y/n and i are not going to have ten babies.” 

“i never said that.” grace cheekily smiled as she typed away on her phone. “and besides, you never know what’ll happen.” 

“i have two, and they are more than enough right now, thank you very much.” 

grace rolled her eyes. “puh-lease, you want more kids and you know it.”

“i do know it, but i have two three year olds.” 

“and like, how many girls watching them constantly? joe. i’m going to be blunt and you’re going to take it. you need to get laid. and i’m going to help you get laid.” 

“i- grace…” 

“listen, i’m gonna find you someone. even if it’s on tinder, okay?” grace pushed herself off of the couch. “i’m gonna head out because i have an 8am, but i’ll send you updates. also send me your favorite pictures of yourself in case i end up making you a tinder.”

“i don’t want to be on tinder.”

“i’ll do bumble then.” grace paused in the doorframe.  “oh, before i forget, y/n and i are getting tea tomorrow, i’ll let you know how it goes!” 

and with that, grace shut the door and joe was left to once again scream into his pillow.

[seeminglyranch87]

Taylor & Travis Timeline

October 2024 - Part 1

October 3 - National Poetry Day & National Boyfriend Day

Taylor releases The Eras Tour Setlist (x) chapter to streaming services and a new TTPD merch line called The Greatest in the League Collection (x). Taylor Nation also toying with us - see twitter post (x)

October 5 - Travis Kelce's 35th birthday (Chiefs x New Heights x)

Kelce Car Jam - Jason & Kylie, Ed & Donna Kelce attend the car show in support of Travis' charity 87 & Running

“She could not be here right now, I know she’s coming to the game though” Travis when asked about Taylor.

Taylor Swift Grammys submission

October 7 - Chiefs v Saints, Arrowhead Stadium, Kansas City, MO

Travis arrives ahead of game (x)

Warm up

Taylor arrives at Arrowhead Stadium with her father Scott Swift (ESPN x). Our favourite pop star is still bejewelled with glitter freckles and TNT bracelet.

Chiefs defeat Saints 26 - 13. Travis has 9 receptions for 70 yards (x) and takes a snap handing off to Xavier Worthy for a touchdown (x). That makes 5-0 wins to the Chiefs!

ESPN are so unserious (x)

Travis and Taylor in the suite packing on the PDA (x) after the game

Taylor & Chariah celebrating the Chiefs win (x) initially posted to Chariah’s IG story.

“We feel really good after this win we’re 5 and 0…” says Chariah to which Taylor responds "GOING INTO A BYE WEEK, perfect.”

Brittany Mahomes IG post (x)

Travis' manager Aric posts to IG.

Post game celebrations

October 8 - Travis & Jason record New Heights Episode in Kansas City.

Travis & Taylor fly out to NYC together (x). They are joined by Scott Swift

October 9 - New Heights Ep.104 airs (x) recorded live in KC Oct.8

Highlights from the episode

Travis recently watched Notting Hill starring Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant whom he met at the Era's Tour. Thinking Tay and Trav had a movie night.

"My girl Tay is getting you opened up" Jason. "She is" Travis. "She's introducing new foods to you" Jason. Referring to Travis trying new foods including curries unless they look like poop!

Travis laughing at Jason's locker room antics

ET clarifies Travis & Taylor are not engaged.

According to TMZ (x), a source close to the couple tells...

"It’s not true and the recent erratic and unfounded speculation on this couple is just proving that media and overzealous fans do not know what’s going on with them and shouldn’t make wild assumptions based on zero facts. Two days ago everyone had decided they were broken up, now they’re allegedly secretly engaged? It’s whiplash-inducing."

October 10 - ET reports (x)

October 12 - Chiefs BYE week

Go to previous update -> September 2024 part 4

Go to next update -> October part 2

Return to the timeline

[darkestmetamorphosis]

🔥, 🌈, and 💥?

🔥- Name a crackship, now convince me why it would work!

Isaac x Hector x Trevor/Alucard/Grant/Sypha. Hector would be the first to join the polycule which isn't as much crack, but Isaac would make himself their problem because of Hector and Trevor being there

🌈- Character you have queer headcanons for

Isaac is gay but that's not subtext that is TEXT

Hector, Trevor, Alucard, and Grant are bi

Now here's the probably rare opinion: I think if Sypha and Julia met each other they might have a bi awakening

💥 - Character you wish there were more art of

I'm contributing to more Isaac art :3

Aside from cv I have a lot of fire emblem characters from the games that almost nobody played (if any of my fire emblem mutuals see this I would love more Michalis art ;~;)

[tokiro07]

All this talk about Reborn's got me thinkin' about the Unione Famiglia

[Note: I had to take a few liberties with how Dying Will Flames actually work, but I'm pretty proud of what I came up with]

Sky

Juiz - as the first head of the Unione Famiglia, naturally Juiz uses the Sky Flame. Box Weapon: Fierbois Saber - using the Sky Flame's Harmonization characteristic, Juiz converts enemy Flames into Sky Flames, allowing her to disarm opponents and turn their Box Weapons against them. Box Animal: Lion (Julia) - same as above, Julia's roar turns Box Animals against their owners

Billy - originally masquerading as a Storm Flame-user, Billy revealed his true identity as the leader of Sotto, a rogue faction of the Unione Famiglia. While a part of Unione, Billy reverse-engineered the Box Weapons of as many key members as he could, replicating their abilities with his Sky Flame. Weapon: Revolvers - Billy fires concentrated Sky Flames which he can combine with other Flame attributes for various effects. Animal: German Shepherd (Veronica) - acts as a seeing-eye dog and helps direct Billy's aim

Earth

Fuuko - though initially believing herself to be a jinx, Fuuko learns that she had been unconsciously using the Gravitation characteristic of her Earth Flames to draw foreign objects to people she made contact with, often leading to accidents. With deliberate control, Fuuko has gained the ability to increase the attraction between any two specific targets and can even summon meteorites. Weapon: Handgun - Fuuko can fire Earth Flame bullets that carry a gravitational pull and hone in on a target or give a target pull as if she touched them. Animal: Tanuki (Andou) - can touch opponents in Fuuko's stead to transfer the gravity effect

Storm

Nico - having conducted extensive research into Dying Will Flames, Nico is adept at using all attributes other than Sky, Earth and Night for a variety of combat situations, though he primarily uses Storm and Lightning for their offensive and defensive capabilities. Weapon: Psycho-Pods - each Pod corresponds to a different attribute, with different combinations producing a wide range of abilities. Animal: Lab Rats x 12 (Tesla, Einstein, Edison, Curie, Darwin, Newton, Hawking, Bohr, Sagan, Kepler, Rutherford, Nobel) - each rat has been trained to mimic the abilities of other Union members, allowing Nico to recreate their fighting styles, albeit in a simplified manner

Mui - Weapons: Gloves/Broadswords- by channeling Storm Flames through her weapons, Mui's attacks Disintegrate whatever they strike. Basho Fan - when swung, the Basho Fan produces gusts of wind that carry Storm Flames to extinguish enemy Flames. Animal: Panda (Didi) - mimics Mui's fighting style and also strikes with Storm Flames

Swamp

Rip - Weapons: Scalpels - using the Swamp Flame's Fermentation, anything cut by Rip's scalpels begins to rot; biological targets have their ability to heal impeded by this process. Prosthetic legs - when kicking, Rip can launch concentrated, blade-like bursts of Swamp Flame; he can also use their Fermentation to manipulate gases in the air, producing jets that allow for flight. Animal: Horse (Iseult) - mostly used for transport rather than combat, Iseult can also fly using Fermentation

Lucy - unconsciously, Lucy's Swamp Flames excite her microbiome, causing her to be consistently sick; with proper control of her Flames, Lucy would likely be able to create a sort of "Swamp Flame Sickness" that she could weaponize to make enemies ill, though she likely wouldn't even if given the opportunity. Weapon: Pan tunic - similar to Rip, Lucy channels Swamp Flames through her Peter Pan costume in order to fly. Animal: Butterfly (Tinker Bell) - by sprinkling it scales on a target, Tinker Bell can share Lucy's Swamp Flames and grant limited flight abilities to others

Sun

Andy - formerly known as Victor, Andy was created when Juiz forced a card charged with Sky Flames into his skull, erasing his memories by neutralizing them via Harmonization. Unusually, Andy is able to enter Dying Will Mode voluntarily, channeling his Sun Flames through his body. Using his Flames' Activation characteristic, Andy's body is able to rapidly recover from any wound, and even propel lost body parts as projectiles. Andy is also quite adept at using Lightning Flames, which he uses to Soldify his spilled blood. Weapon: Kurikara - using Lightning Flames, Andy makes his katana near-indestructible; with his Sun Flames, Andy can swing Kurikara at incredible speeds. Animals: Wolf (Victor) - upon taking damage, Victor can use Sun Flames to create temporary clones from lost body parts, effectively creating an entire wolf pack very quickly. Andy is unaware why he thought to name his wolf Victor, the name seemed to just pop into his head. Silkworm (Clothy) - as Andy's clothes get damaged easily due to his fighting style, he uses Activation to spur Clothy's silk creation, perfectly tailoring clothes for himself within seconds. He does attempt to make the clothes more durable with Lightning Flames, though this often simply doesn't prove effective

Top - Weapons: Shoes - when charged with Sun Flames, Top is able to move at incredible speeds while also easing the fatigue that would normally come from moving so fast. Runner's Regalia - by wearing armor charged with Haruka's Lightning Flame, Top is able to move even faster by ignoring the damage that he would normally incur due to wind resistance while also gaining greater offensive output. Animals: Roadrunners (Miguel and Pedro) - a pair of birds that help guide Top as his dynamic vision becomes impaired while moving at highspeed

Forest

Ichico - inexplicably, Ichico suffers from a form of insomnia that makes it impossible for her to sleep. Using the Forest Flame's Realization, Ichico creates flowers that help to ease the negative effects of this insomnia. Animal: Octopus (Oxford) - riding on Ichico's head, Oxford grows vines to create additional limbs to perform tasks for Ichico

Bunny - Bunny manifests large flower bulbs to completely envelope her targets and render them immobile. Animal: Rabbit (Pikilienta Pohles) - "Pipipenda Pohpepu" as Bunny calls it plants seeds in the ground to help set traps for targets, ensnaring enemies when they get close enough

Lightning

Haruka - as a smith, Haruka's greatest ability is for improvising creations on the fly, greatly aided by her Lightning Flame's ability to draw in and bind materials with its electromagnetic properties. Weapons: Isshin Armor - using the Lightning Flame's Solidification characteristic, Haruka's armor becomes near-indestructible. She can also use magnetism to rearrange the armor's arrangement as necessary for different scenarios. Naginata - though unskilled in its use, Haruka can harden and electrify her naginata to make it an effective weapon regardless. Animal: Tortoise (Tesshu) - with its hardened shell, Tesshu serves as an anvil for Haruka to forge weapons and armor upon for her teammates.

Kururu - Weapon: Microphone - using the electrical properties of her Lightning Flames, Kururu creates a magnetic field that pulls others towards her. Animal: Ostrich (Kogomi) - Kogomi dances alongside Kururu to generate a greater magnetic field that both reaches further and is harder to resist

Mountain

Phil - Weapon: Entruster - rather than a traditional Box Weapon, Phil's entire robotic body is capable of channeling his Flames. By using the Mountain Flame's Synchronization, Phil can assimilate minerals such as stone or metal to alter the shape and capabilities of his body. Phil can also fire concentrated blasts of Mountain Flame to devastating effect. Animal: Worm (Ayatori) - Ayatori gathers rocks onto its body, making itself larger to wrap around enemies and constrict them. Outside of battle, Ayatori is quite small but long, and Phil often plays Cat's Cradle with the flexible worm

Void - Weapon: Boxing gloves - by controlling the earth around him, Void can shift the ground to grab onto his opponent's feet, making it difficult to evade his attacks; he can also gather stone into a large gauntlet or full armor, greatly increasing his striking power. Animal: Rottweiler (Bison) - while Void fights, Bison helps gather material for powering up Void's gloves more quickly

Rain

Yusai - Weapon: Katana - by launching Rain Flame slashes at her opponent's Ring Boxes, Yusai uses their Pacification characteristic to prevent them from channeling Flames and activating their effects. She can also target her opponent's body to render them numb, also preventing them from taking action. Animal: Crane (Gekkou) - by flying above the enemy, Gekkou secretly rains Rain Flame down onto the arena, preemptively disabling their ability to use Box Weapons

Enjin - Weapon: Gakuran - channeling his Rain Flames through his outfit, all of Enjin's attacks carry the ability to extinguish enemy Flames. Animal: Boar (Banka) - coated in Rain Flames, Banka charges into the enemy, forcibly extinguishing their Flames

River

Gina - Weapon: Beret- coating her hat in River Flames, Gina focuses the Flame's ability to control fluids such as water and air to create transparent constructs such as blades, though with practice she finds she can make constructs without a focal point. Animal: Jellyfish (Shinohara) -using River Flames, Shinora is able to become transparent and form barriers and limb-like constructs to aid Gina in battle

Tella - Weapon: Speakers - by manipulating the fluidity of soundwaves, Tella can create powerful defensive barriers in the air. Animal: Parrot (Morse) - as Tella is mute, Tella can transmit soundwaves to speak through Morse

Mist

Akira - Weapon: G-pen - by channeling Mist Flames through his pen, Akira can Construct real illusions with his drawings. Animal: Squid (Anno Un) - by spreading Mist Flame-empowered ink, Anno can render itself and Akira undetectable

Creed - Weapon: Gatling gun - rather than casting illusions, Creed Constructs ammunition for his gun, giving him effectively unlimited ammo. Animal: Bombardier beetles x50 (Units 1-50) - when thrown, Creed's Units Construct and launch fragments, incendiaries, gases, or flashes of light, allowing them to serve as reusable grenades

Desert

Sean - though a weak illusionist, Sean is adept at using his Desert Flame's Hallucination ability to render himself invisible. However, to keep the "sand" from getting in his eyes, he often finds himself closing his eyes when using this ability. Weapon: Butterfly knife - Sean is able to turn his knife invisible, but generally he uses it when he is already invisible himself, so there's no particular advantage to this. Animal: Chameleon (Irmao) - also able to turn invisible, Irmao is not blinded by the use of the Desert Flame, and serves as a guide for Sean while his eyes are closed

Latla - Weapons: Crystal ball - instead of creating illusions per se, Latla uses her Desert Flames to conjure images of the future in her crystal ball as a form of fortune-telling. Broomstick - powered by her Flames, Latla's broomstick serves as effective aerial transportation. Animal: Ladybug (Leila) - able to sense oncoming Flames, Leila warns Latla of oncoming attacks and generates a field of Desert Flames to distort her image, making attacks miss Latla

Cloud

Shen - using the Cloud Flame's Propagation characteristic, Shen can attach his Flames to an opponent's body or Box Weapons and assimilate a part of their Flames. This gives him moderate control of the affected area, allowing him to force the opponent to move in ways that they don't expect, particularly when they're distracted while initiating an attack. Weapon: Nyoi-Kinko - using the Cloud Flame's Propagation, Shen's staff can extend or expand at will. Animal: Monkey (Wukong) - able to concentrate Cloud Flames into a literal cloud, Kinto'un, Wukong provides Shen with aerial transportation

Feng - using his Cloud Flame's Propagation, Feng has developed a technique to feed on the Flames of defeated opponents, resulting in seemingly perpetual youth. Weapon: Zuishin Tekkan - by charging the rod with Cloud Flames, Feng changes the rod's shape between a staff, a tri-sectioned staff, and nunchaku, each with variable length depending on the amount of Flame used. Animal: Macaque (Liu'er) - just like Shen's Wukong, Liu'er concentrates Cloud Flames into a mount for Feng, known as Kokuto'un

Glacier

Tatiana - Animal: Hedgehog (Klubnika) - using the Glacier Flame's Freezing ability, Klubnika expands its body to encase Tatiana in a sphere of ice that she can manipulate at will. Tatiana can expand its radius, reshape it into a cylinder for a more focused strike, scatter fragments in all directions, and even create limbs for greater precision. This ice is so versatile that Tatiana does not require any other weapons

Chikara - Weapon: Camera - by focusing on a target through his camera, Chikara can designate where to conjure his Glacier Flames to freeze a target in place. Animal: Deer (Ryo) - as Chikara has to focus on a relatively small area to use his weapon, movement is difficult, so he relies on Ryo to maneuver him to the most advantageous position in battle

Night

Ruin - though unknown what his original Flame attribute was, having his Flame drained from his body nearly killed him; however, his Dying Will resurrected him with the Night Flame. As a resurrected corpse, Ruin is effectively immortal, able to use his Night Flames to turn his body incorporeal when taking damage. Animals: Cat (Shadow) - using the Night Flame's Transportation characteristic, Shadow allows Ruin to effectively teleport. Bat (Blood) - on Ruin's command, Blood creates constructs out of Night Flames that can easily bypass enemy defenses

[maddmuses]

Jean Grey

Date of Birth: November 22, Year -15 Marvel Timeline Place of Birth: Annandale-on-Hudson, New York, United States, Earth Aliases and Other Names: Marvel Girl, Phoenix, Dark Phoenix, X-5, X-Green, Jean Black, Red Raptor, Karen Grant Affiliations: X-Men (Co-Founder, Various Teams), X-Factor (Team Leader), Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, Avengers West Coast Species: homo sapiens superior (variant genetic factor and Omega-Classification) Gender: ciswoman Height: 5’5” Weight: 125 lb. Family: Elaine Grey (Mother), John Grey (Father), Roger Grey (Brother), Julia Grey (Sister), Liam Grey (Brother), Sara Grey (Sister), Madelyn Pryor (Genetic Clone), Jean Grey (Phoenix)(Phoenix-Built Clone), Scott Summers (Ex-Husband), Rachel Grey (Alternative Timeline Daughter), Nathan Summers (Stepson/Half-Son), Hope Summers (Granddaughter/Phoenix Creation) Universe of Origin: Earth-14320

Universe Inspiration: Combination of different Jean takes, and inspiration points from 1610 and 161, built primarily onto a 616 story model.

Appearance Jean Grey is a young, tall woman with red hair and green eyes. Despite not assuming herself to be “anything special”, her appearance is frequently commented upon by others as unusually beautiful, so much to the point that in her early superhero career she was the object of affection for her four teammates (though one would later turn out to be gay, so consider your audience). While constantly commented upon for this beauty, like anyone, Jean has certain “identifying marks” that can wear to her self image. Specifically, she has a faint scar on her forehead in the middle of but above both eyebrows that, without close scrutiny, could be mistaken for a freckle, as well as a large burn scar across her back (which seems to change in size, color, and severity with time) that is a reminder of her first death in space. Across her cheeks and nose, Jean also has a faint spray of freckles, though these have seemed to become more and more faint with each subsequent death and resurrection that she has undergone.

Wearing various costumes throughout the years, Jean often favors green as her primary color for any sort of battlesuit, often with gold or yellow as a secondary color (this carried through when she was the Red Raptor). She also favors a costume which connects to a headpiece from the shoulders, but generally is either one or two complete pieces.

While using psychic powers, Jean often seems to be possessed of a faint purple-pinkish glow, which can become more or less intense based on the extent of her powers she’s using. This glow often extends to telekinetic fields that she produces when they become particularly forceful. If Jean draws upon the Phoenix Force, this glow is usually replaced with a sort of cosmic flame like that which The Phoenix is composed of.

Personality Overall friendly and outgoing, Jean is a person who’s experienced a lot in a short time. From being a blooming psychic overwhelmed by the constant assault of noise on her mind, to a heroine who was responsible for saving the world dozens of times, to a martyr of the world who has sacrificed herself for the sake of others more than once, and experienced death more times than anyone reasonably should. This has shifted her perspective numerous times, to the point that, based on when you knew her and how many deaths she had experienced, the Jean you’ve met in the past may seem to be a completely different person from the one that you’re speaking to today.

Jean Grey, at the core, is a responsible person who does care for others. Unable to leave the cries of the downtrodden unanswered, her great power as a mutant imposes upon her a desire to take responsibility for other mutants in the world and their safety. While initially this was manifested in a wholehearted acceptance and belief of Xavier’s dream, but has since become more tempered into a desire for there to be a world to fight over at all, becoming more big-picture in terms of how she approaches heroics, but still actively appearing at pro-mutant events and rallies, while often also being seen directly intervening on the part of mutants when conflict and mobs break out. However, her time as an Avenger has explicitly given Jean an outlook that allows her to understand the range of allies and external support that mutants do have in the world.

Most of the time, Jean enjoys occupying herself with puzzles and word games, though she at one point enjoyed sports as a child, the luster was lost after the awakening of her powers. Any activity in which there isn’t the overwhelming temptation to read minds to solve the problem has a great amount of novelty for her.

In the current incarnation of Jean, she is particularly embittered towards many X-Men, particularly Xavier and Cyclops. Though her relationship with the latter is colored heavily by their previous importance to each other, and ongoing mutual psychic connection, she considers them to be “post-romantic” and treats her death following their marriage as a functional annulment (as she was legally considered to be dead). Her relationship with Xavier is not, however, as favorable. After experiencing even a release of the restraint on her powers, which he had not intended, they had already become rocky, but in the wake of numerous deaths, and an open perspective towards other superhero communities. The battle of ideas between the community’s greatest leaders have not ultimately yielded anything that Jean could remotely identify as progressive or helpful, and has determined herself to align with voices actually interested in what’s good for all of mutant-kind, and not just what an individual may think is right or wrong, based on a lack of therapy.

After having grown up in situations where men often lust after her, often many at the same time, Jean is similarly jaded by surface-level affections of people who have not known her for long. Cases like Scott where she felt especially close to him, and their long history, have caused her to struggle with trusting even further when entering the era of her “divorce”, but ultimately her most valued quality in a potential romantic partner is being able to be open and upfront with her. As someone who is routinely able to read the minds of others as if they were books, not having to fight to access your inner truth is something she finds deeply appealing.

Currently Jean does not subscribe to the “singular Phoenix” opinion that The Phoenix does. She does not see herself as synonymous to the entity, or it the same as her. With this in-mind, she prefers to try to maintain full control over her own faculties and personality at all times, even if it potentially weakens her. At the time of her resurrection at 20, she is in full control, but can slip and lose it if she beocmes emotionally compromised.

Biography Jean Grey was born to the fairly large Grey family in southern New York. The Greys were a colonial-era Scottish-English family of small-landed gentry, they had very little to do with the Revolutionary conflict themselves, but in the several centuries became a fairly large player within a number of industries; and Jean’s direct ancestor Charles Grey had founded the Hellfire Club, or rather transitioned it from the order of The Friars of St. Francis of Wycombe INTO the eventual Hellfire Club. However, by the time of Jean’s parents, they were far more humble. Upper-middle class, her father was a college professor, and her mother a homemaker, with four children by the time Jean had been born.

Significantly younger than their eldest brother, Roger, Jean was raised in a large home with seasoned parents, granting her a significantly greater degree of freedom to explore the neighborhood than some of her older counterparts might have been. John and Elaine had seen, what they believed to be, everything. So of course, once she was old enough to explore the surroundings of their home by herself, they paid Jean less mind than they might have if she were, say, Roger or Julia when they were growing up. This gave her the opportunity to become independent, befriend other kids, and develop an early interest in sports. Particularly soccer and basketball, which only really required you to have the ball, a place to play, and friends to play with. This interest was noticed by her parents, and encouraged, with her brother Liam installing a hoop for Jean and her best friend, Annie, to play at when they had to stay close to home for suppertime.

Setup for the idyllic childhood, to lead to the classical American lifestyle for someone like her, Jean was utterly unaware of what exactly was in-store for her. It all began with the tragedy of her first loss, as while she and Annie were playing during a summer morning, when the latter was struck by a speeding car, killing her. At this moment, the eleven-years Jean underwent a drastic change, because the stress of the sight catalyzed an X-Gene she carried, making her a mutant, and as it would turn out she was meant to be a Telepath. But not just any Telepath, it would become evident with time that she was what is called an “Omega-Level” mutant, with extremely powerful telepathy, meaning that even at her untrained level, her mind was able to link with Annie’s in most moments. This link caused Jean to not only connect with Annie in her last moments, and though this sensation provided some small comfort to the other girl in the moment, it caused the young mutant to experience Annie’s death at the same time. 

In the wake of her power unlocking, Jean’s status as a mutant was not immediately apparent to her, or her family. Mutants weren’t a commonly-discussed subject outside of academia at that time, and though there were theoretical discussions about mutants, those few who existed with powers as adults were not open, and certainly those incidents of crime or superheroes who were mutants already were assumed to be cases alike to The Fantastic Four and some of their superpowered adversaries. But mutants, specifically those with born powers that were inherited from an active X-Gene, were starting to be born more and more commonly in Jean’s generation.

But no, her parents believed Jean to be taking the death of her friend especially hard due to their closeness, and her own sensitivity. Jean would retreat into herself, and over the course of several weeks only occasionally left her bedroom, and seemed ill-prepared for the upcoming school year. While the death of her friend, and the shared experience of her demise, certainly had left a deep psychological mark on the girl, the primary reason for her retreat was due to the constant battery of voices in her mind. Believing herself to be insane, she withdrew. It wasn’t until a visit by the mutants Professor Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr, that she would learn what was really happening to her. That she was a mutant with psychic abilities, the primary telepathy which was the larger source of her trauma, but telekinesis as well. Despite her powers being potent, they had the capacity to become volatile, and in one of the key disagreements that would widen their ongoing, Charles would use his own more skilled telepathy to suppress Jean’s, along with creating a psychic bubble around the memories and sensations of her friend’s death. This would almost entirely revert the trauma that she had experienced in that time, but also prevent her from accessing her telepathy, or even her telekinesis to its fullest range.

Jean did not immediately enroll into the Xavier’s institute, however. Her parents were still concerned for her wellbeing, and though they did invite Xavier and Lensherr to return in a therapy capacity, they were not quite willing for her to move immediately upstate on the promise of simply getting a handle on her powers. They would allow Jean to join Xavier’s school when she was 13, but in the meantime she was visited weekly by Charles, and Erik, taught how to better handle her telekinesis with each visit.

This would actually make Jean into Xavier’s first student, though not the first X-Man. When she finally came to stay at the institute at 13, Xavier would expand his search, to having a student body of several dozen, though outside of her roommate Ororo Munroe, Jean would experience little interpersonal fulfillment. Visions of her experiences in Annie’s mind continued to haunt her at night, and echoes of it would leak through, occasionally causing her to hear the voices of others, or impress upon those others images and thoughts from within her own mind. Because of this, her training sessions with Xavier grew more intensive as she was there, as he continued to double-down on suppressing her telepathy. And when it came to be time to arrange an X-Men team, he would not include her yet, due to feeling that without her telepathy she may be a liability, until such a time that her telekinesis alone was sufficient.

While a student at the institute, much of Jean’s time was occupied with her sessions with Xavier, and acting as an aide to him on-campus.

After several missions that the X-Men went through, though, Charles believed it pertinent to bring Jean into the team as the threats that they were facing were steadily escalating in their individual threat-levels. So, despite Jean’s powers being considered insufficient to him, she would be brought onto the team with the first codename X-5. Over the next few months she and the other members: Scott Summers, Robert Drake, Henry McCoy, and Warren Worthington III, would become close friends, with each of the boys becoming romantically interested in Jean with time. However, the one who would ultimately “win” her heart was Scott Summers. The two would begin dating, and though neither was aware of it, her mind would begin to slowly form a telepathic rapport with him. They always seemed to be on the same page, and whenever one was in need of the other, they would be found. Xavier took note of this, but chose to not intervene, believing that instead he would be able to sooner lift the veil over Jean’s eyes regarding her powers sooner, if Scott was able to serve as an emotional anchor for the young woman.

Over the following months, the X-Men would come into various conflicts with The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, HYDRA, various individual rogue mutants, Namor the Sub-Mariner, and at more than one time The Avengers, as anti-mutant hysteria began to rise in the world. The team’s primary function is to intervene in incidents of mutants being oppressed, acting as a counter-terrorist team against those that would undermine the potentially peaceful future between mutants and humanity, and of course as a prominent example of mutant powers bringing about positive works in the world.

As Jean came into her own on the team, she would begin to grow suspicious of what was being kept from her, as she was receiving empathic impressions through the mental blocks that Xavier had placed on her. While still a young woman of 16, Jean was receptive to what was going on around her, and how others were treating her, causing the young woman to start to become suspicious of her teacher. And her suspicions would be proven true when Xavier appeared to die before the student’s very eyes. Though this death was actually staged, as the man who had died as Xavier was the mutant Kevin Sidney, acting as a body double for Charles while he worked in secret with the organization that would become known as The Illuminati to curb a future invasion from an alien species known as “The Brood”. While impersonating the professor, Sidney had become responsible for relying on the powers he’d gained from morphing into Xavier to maintain the illusion, and not prematurely allow the defenses that kept Jean functioning at his acceptable levels to go away. But with this death, the protections quickly would fade, and Jean would steadily experience the psychic rush of her telepathy.

Though her power growth was abrupt, it was not as much as her original manifestation, and Jean was far quicker to handle it this time. But the issue of her regained powers and memories, something which would permanently scar her trust in the professor going forwards, was hardly the only issue of concern. In Xavier’s will, he had bequeathed the school, and all of his assets, to the students of the Xavier’s School, and with it, those who remained were expected to operate the facility, while progressing his agenda of harmony between mutants and humanity. This resulted in students like Hank McCoy and Warren Worthington left to temporarily retire from heroics, as Henry was more interested in working as a scientist, and without Xavier Warren was more inclined to work for his family’s business, though both ultimately were motivated to utilize these ends to help their classmates.

Jean and Storm, the eldest and most responsible students left, barring Scott, did their best to keep things running, but it was ultimately by way of one of Xavier’s old acquaintances, Logan, that the school would be brought into a working order again, and not serve as just a hostel for young mutants. Wolverine, as was his codename, would bring with him other mutants he’d met in the last few years while traveling internationally, such as Sunfire, Gambit, Nightcrawler, Colossus, and Banshee, to be the new X-Men, with Banshee and Sunfire also serving as teachers at the school, and Ororo being invited to join as an existing student member of the team. Under this new format, it was renamed to “The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning”, and Wolverine would form a new team of X-Men. The previous team, Jean’s team, were not invited to be a part of this squadron, due in-part to a desire to work together, and Scott’s refusal to work under Logan.

Without recourse, Jean retired from heroics for several months as a result, but would soon reconnect with her old friends at their graduation party. All seniors (though Jean and Scott were still seventeen, and Bobby would still be attending a few more years), they were given more of a ceremonial graduation from their training in handling their mutant powers. It was at this party that Jean brought up an idea, particularly in the wake of Henry’s new appearance which he had to rely on technology to disguise, that they could operate as a new team, working to fight for Xavier’s dream, but independent of Wolverine’s oversight. With this, they formed X-Factor through Warren’s funding, adopting new superhero identities so that they could not be so easily-identified as the X-Men prior. Adopting the identity of Marvel Girl, X-Factor would masquerade as a team of mutant hunters, but would rely on information gained through this end to bring those mutants who could not safely be brought to the Institute there.

In the course of this time, Jean would adventure across the world with her friends, seeing the best and worst of humanity, and befriending mutants of all kinds, from the isolationist Morlocks, to the revolution-minded Genoshan mutants. But it would soon be time to come home, as Charles Xavier revealed, first to his students, and then the world, of his return from the dead. Or rather, the exaggeration of his original demise. Under his new leadership, he would bring X-Factor back into the fold of the X-Men, but preferred the new code naming scheme, rather than call signs (such as X-1, X-5, etc.). For a time, they would operate as a new team, facing threats across the world, rather than simply stopping The Brotherhood (and other evil mutants) from their various machinations.

These adventures included fighting the likes of Graviton, halting the invasion of the alien Brood, multiple encounters with HYDRA and Red Skull, and a battle with the invading Shi’ar. But her life would come to an end on her 17th birthday. 

Several X-Men, including herself, Banshee, Xavier, and Wolverine, were kidnapped by Dr. Steven Lang and a series of new Mk. X Sentinels. Taken to a space station, they were intended as bait to draw the rest of the X-Men to him, so that he could execute the “mutant menace” at the head, as he had also kidnapped several members of the Brotherhood, which included Magneto, Mystique, and strangely Toad. The two teams worked together to ultimately rescue the captives, and Magneto killed Steven Lang by throwing him into the atmosphere. But the conflict would cause the station to fall from the sky, and it was primarily through Jean’s and Magneto’s combined powers that they could potentially slow the descent enough for escape pods to be safely ejected.

In the moments of their fall, Jean felt the heat of a solar flare, and the cosmic rays brought about it (initially) were believed to have evolved her mutation in the moment, and she was able to hold the station on her own, and force Magneto to eject. In reality, the exposure to the rays had killed Jean almost immediately, but in the same moment she had become connected to the Phoenix Force, a cosmic entity so powerful that even Galactus venerated it. The Phoenix Force governed life, death, and rebirth, and in that moment connected to Jean, who possessed an aberrant gene (though in some opinions her connection to it is far more fate-driven) that inclined it to be drawn to her. It would grant her last wish, allowing for everyone to be saved, but in that moment would adopt her face, memories, and mind as a doppelganger. The Phoenix, in a body like Jean’s, would be able to escape the crash, but Jean’s own body would be interred within the space station as it crashed into the Atlantic Ocean, specifically Jamaica Bay.

While Jean’s body underwent a lengthy recovery process, for the next year, The Phoenix acted as Jean Grey in terms of her life and superheroics, even changing her codename to “Phoenix” in reference to the apparently-new pyrokinetic motif and healing abilities that this new Jean possessed. In this time, the X-Men would fight many enemies, and come into direct conflict with the same Hellfire Club that Jean’s ancestor was once a part of. The feats that the X-Men would perform in this time would rise in terms of stakes to become even more astounding, at one point even saving multiple realities, but in this rise too, so would come the revelation to the public of the nature of not only mutants, but the Xavier’s Institute, and the identities of its students as mutants (and the X-Men as the superhero team operating secretly from there) would become public. Asleep in the ocean, and Jean would be outed to the entire world. But this saga would eventually end, with a corrupted Phoenix destroying its own physical avatar, as the emotions that it copied from Jean would become too overwhelmed by the power and destruction that it had wrought, despite saving so many too.

In the wake of Jean’s believed second death, though, some months after she would be discovered by the Sub-Mariner and brought to Atlantis in her continued state of induced comatose. A telekinetic shield had kept her body safe from the elements, but once it had been broken, she immediately awoke with no memories of her previous life.

Spending several months in Atlantis, able to survive the depths in part due to her powers, Jean would slowly piece together her memories, while sharing a short-lived romance with Namor. On the surface, kept from her knowledge, Scott had begun seeing a young woman named Madelyn who bore a startling resemblance to Jean, while keeping himself at a distance from the other X-Men. This woman, as it would turn out, was actually a genetic clone of Jean that was designed by Nathaniel Essex (Mr. Sinister) from samples taken from the version of Jean who had been created by the Phoenix Force. Madelyn would soon become pregnant with Scott’s child, and they would have a shotgun wedding while still only eighteen.

Jean, eventually, would return to the surface (thanks to the help of the Fantastic Four), but under an assumed identity of “Karent Grant” after hearing of not only what had become of the X-Men (premier superheroes who had recently lost Jean Grey in events that Jean was aware of happening, but could not remember) but of the anti-mutant sentiment in general. As Jean Grey, she completed her GED, but began using her Karen persona to continue operating as a normal person, relying on doctored documentation. But even as Karen, Jean could not stay out of the action permanently, and would even team up several times as the “Red Raptor” before joining Avengers West Coast. In this heroic persona, Jean was not known as a mutant, and would receive her own share of adoration among the civilian population, even when teamed with former Brotherhood members Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, who did not immediately report Jean’s return to Xavier, primarily because of a mutual understanding of distancing themselves from their previous mentors and father figures.

But with time, Jean would eventually make her return to the Institute, to help the X-Men fight the Phoenix-empowered Madelyn with her own enhanced psychic powers, and finally reveal herself to her previous allies. Madelyn had turned to madness in the wake of hers and Scott’s son being taken to the future by Bishop to treat his cyber-virus. In the course of the battle, Madelyn would appear to be killed by Jean, and absorb a great many of her memories and trauma in the process. This would not be the case, as Madelyn would be resurrected by the Phoenix powers that she shared with Jean, but mutually she had absorbed much of Jean’s memory and perspective in the process. Madelyn would continue to be a villain as the Goblin Queen, but in less over-the-top ways, hoping to undermine Scott and other X-Men through machination and teaming up with other evil mutants, rather than launching head-on assaults on the Institute.

Her return would make for an awkward reunion, but Jean would once again rejoin the X-Men after a short time, and after spending some time on other adventures with Scott in which their relationship would be repaired, largely from Scott’s experienced trauma of losing Jean so many times. At nearly the same time as their return, mutant-kind would be assaulted by a Legacy virus that decimated the world’s population of X-Gene carriers, leaving the X-Men practically helpless to take action, as it could spread through any biological population, but was initially only deadly to them. Though the situation would eventually be resolved through the combined efforts of Hank McCoy and Piotr Rasputin. Still, it gave Jean and Scott a sense of urgency to their lives, despite already living exciting and adventurous ones, that literally anything could happen; and they would get married.

As a heroine, Jean would remain active in the X-Men’s “Gold Team” for about a year, before beginning to give consideration to what her life’s endgame would be. Having been a superhero since she was old enough to have a driver’s license, experienced multiple deaths, including her own, and not even turning nineteen yet, it became evident to her that she would need to make some changes. Beginning the process to enroll into Empire State University, Jean would withdraw, somewhat, from heroic life. Due to complications relating to her mutation in the sphere of education, Jean would have to jump through a series of hoops with the help of Xavier. Meanwhile, Scott began seeking therapy from Emma Frost, someone with an adversarial relationship toward Jean (due to experiences of the woman in facing the Phoenix Construct) who would begin to fray and crack away at the stability of their marriage. By relying on the fact that she was getting more mission time as an X-Man, as Jean was taking on fewer and fewer missions to study and work at collaborating with the Department of Education, and by utilizing mind-linking as a format for Emma to always be available to Scott, the therapy and professional relationship between them soon became an emotional and psychic affair.

In the moments of this discovery, when Jean connected to Scott’s mind in a moment of stress, she came upon the memories of what had been done, and it quickly caused her emotional state to fracture. Though Jean was able to acquire her credentials and needed requirements to attend ESU at a level satisfactory to humans, she was mentally in her worst place, even choosing to suppress her Phoenix-based powers out of concern that she could cause a repeat of the Dark Phoenix incident.

It was because of this suppression of her powers that Jean was killed in a surprise attack on the institute by Cassandra Nova and a Wild Sentinel, coordinated to transpire at the same time as an attack on Genosha that seemingly killed Magneto. Her intention, in killing Jean, Magneto, and Franklin Richards (who was protected successfully by his family), was three-pronged, meaning to go after mutants who she perceived as a threat to herself. Though ultimately Cassandra was defeated, in a series of events which even returned Charles Xavier’s mobility to himself, Jean was dead. This time, it seemed more permanent than the others.

On several occasions, it seemed that Jean was nearly brought back by the Phoenix Force, or was shortly, but each time she either died, or seemed to prefer to remain dead. This was not due to her lack of desire for resurrection, or the Phoenix’s inability or lack of trying, but rather Jean wished to be in full control of their existence when she returned, not partially.

Eventually, during a heated encounter between the Avengers and the X-Men, primarily out of concern for the apparent return of the Phoenix to earth, Jean would emerge from the blast, whole, and wholly herself. Once again, Jean returned home, but this time she would not be an X-Man. She would still be a hero and protector of man and mutantkind, but this new Phoenix, Jean Grey, would live her own life, and refused to be bound and restrained by her previous life.

With her return, at the “ripe age” of 20, Jean Grey began her enrollment at Empire State University, and started her new life.

Abilities and Skills -Athletic Human Physicality: Jean Grey was athletic as a child, and going into adolescence likely would have been a student athlete in several sports. This did not remain the case when her mutation activated, but as a student and X-Man at Xavier’s School, Jean has had to maintain a high level of physical fitness in order to keep up on missions, or operate in times where her mutation was denied her for one reason or another. She is likely on the physical level of a mid-card collegiate athlete.

-Skilled Martial Artist: Accompanying her physical conditioning, Jean was also trained in some rudimentary martial arts. Not an insanely skilled individual, it seems that she can hold her own against grown men and women, sometimes skilled fighters themselves, without an overt reliance on her powers.

-Higher Education: Education at Xavier’s was supplemented with high-quality tutoring, often from Hank McCoy. Jean is more than intellectually prepared for college, even without having to download the expertise of others psychically.

-Tactical Background: With experience as an X-Man, and a hero in other teams, Jean is accustomed to collaboration with other superheroes, and is able to coordinate teams of other heroes, knowing what combinations of powers and skill sets are complementary, and how to get a lot of value out of them.

-Absorbed Knowledge: Jean Grey is able to use her telepathy to absorb the knowledge and expertise of others, and has done this a number of times. Though this degree of skill varies based on the target, it doesn’t always seem to be permanent, as Jean Grey is no kung fu god on-par with Shang-Chi, or a decorated scientist on the level of Reed Richards. Her ability to retain and apply information still relies entirely on her own brain, and how developed her ability to retain and apply info is on her own part.

Superhuman Powers and Abilities -Telepathy: Jean Grey’s primary superpower from her mutation is initially Telepathy, and she is an Omega-Class Telepath. This means, per the definition of Omega Level Mutants, that her power as a Telepath has an undefined upper limit, its limitations cannot be surpassed in any measurable way, in terms of power. It is worth noting, however, that this was the case prior to her gaining Phoenix powers, and her Omega Level mutation has since been clarified as Psychokinesis. Thanks to the nature of this power, and extensive training and practice that Jean has undergone in the wake of gaining this power, Jean is able to express her Telepathy beyond simple mental communication and mind-reading. She can actively protect herself, and others, from external psychic forces, create illusions, make her own presence and others both visually and psychically invisible, erase and manipulate the memories of others, launch telepathic attacks on the minds of others, astrally project, project minds through the spacetime continuum, transfer and “switch” minds, as well as even amplifying and/or negating the superpowers of others. Jean’s potential telepathic skills seems to be only restrained by her own imagination and training, and if another psychic character can do something with Telepathy, or a similar “pathic” power, she can conceivably do it too, as long as she puts in the work. This power, like all others, is pushed to even greater heights with the Phoenix Force.

-Empathy: A secondary, but distinct, psychic power that Jean possesses. Beyond communication and understanding of the mind, Jean is able to react to emotional, subconscious, and other unknown parts of the minds of others. It is this facet of her telepathy, it seems, that initially drew the Phoenix Force to Jean’s location at the time of her first death, aside from the initial compatibility by being an Omega Level Telepath, and a Grey. It is through this empathic power that she was ultimately able to bring The Phoenix Force to heel, and become resurrected under her own full control.

-Telekinesis: The ability to manipulate objects and energy with her mind, Jean Grey, like other Telekinetics, projects psychic energy in the form of her brain waves in the way that she accomplishes this. She can propel and move most things, including herself with this telekinesis, and can even manipulate extremely heavy objects, or blast with raw telekinetic force in the form of a “bolt”. Jean has also showcased the ability to use this power to create force fields, and even transmute and manipulate matter at an atomic level both after and when she had the Phoenix Force empowering her. Further, she has even been able to use this matter manipulation component to completely disintegrate objects. While initially her telekinesis was initially strong enough to maybe lift a house on her own, when she became empowered she almost immediately was able to slow the descent of an entire orbital station on her own. The limits of her telekinesis, while operating with Phoenix Force empowerment, are ill-defined (if they are even measurable), but are still ultimately going to be constrained by her willpower.

-Psychokinesis: Similar to, but specifically distinct from her Telekinesis and Telepathy powers, Jean is able to manipulate psychic energies as well. Contextually, all minds in the Marvel universe have the capacity to, and do, produce psychic energy, which is often used as a fuel for various psionic powers, which operate solely based on the mental faculties of involved parties; this power allows Jean to interact specifically with such energies. In essence, this means she can access the energy of psychic powers as they’re being used, stored, or otherwise existing, outside of and including her own, for a variety of purposes. Generally, Jean is able to rely on this control over psychic energy to enhance or diminish psychic phenomena, as well as produce various psychic results without having the powers directly, like she does telekinesis or telepathy. Certain techniques, such as her Astral projection and actions performed by her astral form, may actually come from this one, or be performed by this one, rather than telepathy as is often the case for other Telepaths. Jean has also been able to transform into a being of pure psychic energy, and even created a new physical body for herself from that body. In several cases since her most recent “full resurrection” Jean has been able to use these powers to bring herself back to life, produce for herself a new body, or otherwise, by abusing the fact that with each death she enters The White Hot Room, and manipulating conditions to become suitable for her immediate revival. Something which has gone unaddressed is that Jean’s Psychokinesis is her true Omega Level mutation type, but due to the granularity of her powerset, she has not been recategorized in any index of mutants of Omega Level, this became the case after her empowerment BY the Phoenix Force, but remains so even in scenarios where she lacks the Phoenix empowerment.

-Phoenix Force Empowerment: As a living avatar of the cosmic entity of the Phoenix Force, Jean Grey is attuned to a single being whose existence permeates that of the entire Marvel multiverse, and seems to both predate and will outlive it in this formation. Little is known about it, other than even Galactus originally came from a culture which worshiped it in the previous existence. Not only is Jean an avatar of it, but she is the favored one, in any time or place in the multiverse, the Phoenix Force prefers a Jean Grey avatar, and is considered the closest thing to its “True Manifestation” of a living being in any universe. Jean, when under the power of the Phoenix, is capable of traveling through outer space, the spacetime continuum, and even the multiverse itself with little concern for her own safety. She also gains providence over the same sort of cosmic flames that the Phoenix is made from, which can appear and remain in conditions where fire is not possible, and further enhance it with her psychic powers. The Phoenix Force has even allowed her to become capable of intergalactic teleportation in the past. This empowerment extends to even Jean’s other abilities too, with the ability to even experience sensation through her telekinesis if she wishes, and even use it to manipulate spacetime, or existence itself.

-Resurrection: Though a part of her empowerment by the Phoenix, but still functionally distinct, Jean is able to bring others, and herself, back to life from demise. It is not clear to what extent she can do this, but can do so for herself with hardly a thought, though doing so causes her to submit more and more to The Phoenix Force’s will, at times where Jean would prefer to have her own autonomy. Bringing others back seems to have little restraint, though doing so is extremely taxing to Jean when she is not giving control to The Phoenix. While Jean is capable of bringing herself back to life without using this power, at any time that she is in the White Hot Room, she is capable of doing this for herself.