#i know he was awful but i wanted to see him get better

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Omg i love your stories so much!

Can i make a request of Teen daughter of Charles of (do you remember that picture where Charles was standing on the side cause the fans were taking pictures with Alex? His face still makes me laugh) basically like that, maybe they are in Monza, and as we know Charles is the Ferrari prince, but the fans giving all the attencion (asking for pictures, pictures, yelling for her) while Charles stands on the side (all the drivers + wags are probally cackling at this kkk)

A Weekend to Remember

The sun was already shining brightly over the Autodromo Nazionale Monza as Charles guided the car through the bustling entrance, a familiar excitement buzzing in his chest. But this time, the nerves and anticipation weren’t just about the race. This year, his daughter, Yn, was sitting beside him, her eyes wide as she took in the chaos and beauty of the Italian Grand Prix.

"You okay?" Charles asked softly, stealing a glance at her while maneuvering through the crowds.

Yn turned to him, her face lighting up with a smile. "I still can't believe I'm here," she admitted, her voice full of excitement. "Mom almost didn’t let me come."

Charles chuckled, shaking his head. "I know, believe me. I had to beg for hours. Your mom worries too much."

"You do know you’re like, insanely famous here, right?" Yn teased, raising an eyebrow.

Charles sighed dramatically. "Ah, so you think I’m famous now, do you? I’m just doing my job."

Yn laughed, the sound bright and warm. "Come on, Dad. These people love you. It’s crazy."

As they pulled into the paddock entrance, the crowd’s energy was palpable. The sea of red—Ferrari caps, flags, and scarves—was impossible to miss. Even after years of driving, the love from the tifosi still amazed Charles. But today, all of it felt different. Better. Because his daughter was finally here with him.

When the car came to a stop, Charles exhaled slowly, glancing toward Yn again. "Ready?"

She nodded eagerly. "Let’s do this."

As soon as they stepped out of the car, the noise swelled. Fans cheered his name, waving banners with his face plastered across them. Charles instinctively placed a protective hand on Yn’s shoulder as they moved toward the entrance.

A group of fans rushed toward them, phones in hand. Charles smiled warmly, greeting them with the ease of someone who had done this a thousand times before. "One at a time, yeah?" he said, already posing for selfies.

Yn stepped to the side, watching with a mixture of awe and pride. It wasn’t the first time she had seen her dad in this environment, but seeing the fans’ adoration up close was something else entirely.

"You okay?" Charles asked between pictures, his green eyes checking in on her.

"I’m good," Yn assured him. "It’s just… wow, Dad. They really love you."

He laughed softly, squeezing her shoulder before turning back to the fans.

When they finally made their way toward the pit lane, the crowd seemed to grow louder. Charles kept Yn close, guiding her through the familiar chaos of Monza. But just as they approached the Ferrari garage, something unexpected happened.

A group of fans rushed toward them again—but this time, their attention wasn’t on Charles.

"Yn! Can we get a picture with you?" one of them called out, eyes sparkling with excitement.

Yn blinked, her brows furrowing in confusion. "Me?" she whispered, looking up at her dad.

Charles looked just as surprised, his mouth twitching in disbelief. "They’re asking for pictures with you," he murmured, almost to himself.

Another fan beamed at Yn. "Please? You’re amazing!"

Yn hesitated for a moment before glancing back at Charles. "Is it okay?"

Charles chuckled, still processing the situation. "Of course, if you want to."

She smiled and turned back to the fans, posing with them as they eagerly snapped selfies. Charles stepped back, folding his arms across his chest as he watched the scene unfold. His daughter—his little girl—was out here, posing for pictures like a natural.

"Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath.

"Problem, mate?" a familiar voice teased from behind him.

Charles turned to see Pierre approaching, a knowing grin on his face.

"Not a problem," Charles replied, though his expression gave away his confusion.

Pierre clapped a hand on his shoulder. "My goddaughter’s an icon. What did you expect? She’s got the charm—it runs in the family."

Charles rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips. "She’s not even supposed to be the famous one," he mumbled.

Pierre laughed. "Good luck with that. I think the Tifosi just adopted her."

After Yn finished taking pictures, she skipped back to her dad, her face glowing with excitement. "Did you see that? They actually wanted pictures with me!"

Charles felt a familiar warmth spread through his chest—a mix of pride and nostalgia. For a moment, it was like she was little again, running toward him after spotting something exciting. He reached out, pulling her into a hug before he could stop himself.

"I’m proud of you," he said quietly, his voice filled with sincerity.

Yn tilted her head in confusion. "For what? I didn’t do anything."

Charles shook his head, hugging her a little tighter. "Just for being you."

She laughed softly, leaning into his embrace. "You’re such a softie, Dad."

"You’re going to give him a heart attack at this rate," Pierre teased from the side, clearly enjoying the show.

A few more drivers had gathered, and Charles could hear the quiet laughter behind him. Max smirked from a few steps away. "You okay, man? Need a minute?"

"I’m fine," Charles shot back, though the fondness in his voice was undeniable.

Carlos strolled up with a grin. "Your daughter is stealing your spotlight, mate. How does it feel?"

Charles just shook his head, chuckling under his breath. "I don’t mind. She deserves it."

Yn beamed up at her dad, squeezing his arm. "I still can’t believe I’m here. Thank you for convincing Mom."

Charles softened, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Anytime. I wanted to share this with you."

As they stood there—surrounded by the noise of Monza, the teasing of friends, and the love of the tifosi—Charles realized something. No matter how intense the race weekend got, this moment with Yn would be the one he’d hold onto.

And if the fans wanted to adopt his daughter as their newest icon… well, he couldn’t blame them.

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Authors Note: Hey loves! I hope you enjoy reading this. My requests are always open for you.

-💙🦋

[sunrisecaminus]

HIII, I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM, ITS SRSLY SO SCRUMPTIOUS? <333

I wanted to request bumblebee/ratchet/knockout/ megatron headcanons of them finding reader working on a lot of figurines and their vehicle models. I want to see how the bots would react? (Esp ratchet, I love that grumpy old man sm)

Message - DUDE JBVPAVHUBSVO! I wish I could write more, but this is all I could think of. Also awe thanks! Don't make me blush :3

Bumblebee/Knockout/Ratchet/Megatron x Reader Headcanons

Summary - Human makes their Cybertronians friend a figurine of their alt mode. All their reactions to you making them the cutest thing ever.

Warning - Cute

Bumblebee

When he finds your little workshop, watching you making a polished figurine of his car, he was fully supportive of it. He loved everything that you did and every time he saw you making your projects, Bee stays around and observes how you make the details. There is a cute joke you guys do by telling him to "freeze!!!" when he is in his alt mode. You take pictures of what he looks like to help yourself have references. Bumblebee would try so hard not to make any sound while you work, but if you ask him if he likes it…you would get loud excited beeping about how beautiful you made him. The fact he would keep every single one of them will show you how much he appreciates them. If someone told you that the figurines suck, Bumblebee would go wild and make sure that person never comes close to you again. It's funny how mad he gets to protect you, but honestly its very sweet.

Knockout

Now, Knockout would be the most obnoxious person about finding out about your skill. This man would kiss and snuggle you every day for the rest of your life after he knows. Need references? Just ask him and he would stay in his alt mode for long periods of time so you can have one you could actually look at in person. Do you understand how much this guy would adore you? Do you understand how much he adores HIMSELF?! Do you remember how in the show, Starscream would brag to everyone how he was the one to kill cliffjumper? YEAH THAT'S KNOCKOUT! "Did you know I am a hired model? My body is so beautiful, a master of sculpting is using it for their art projects~" He will say it every where. Starscream being annoying? Knockout brags about being a model. Arachnid being a threatening meanie? Knockout will say you were useful for showing off his sexy body in sculptures. Megatron mad at him for having an unsuccessful mission? "Well big M, at least today I am going to outshine everyone on this ship by getting a sculpture version of me." He is weirdly supportive of it…in his own way. Knockout would cherish everything you do and even help buy you better supplies to help you improve. Everyday he would see you working on one and you would just feel a little kiss on your head to feel his loving energy.

Ratchet

"What in the Allspark are you doing? I am not someone for you to just make a replica of!" Yeah Ratchet is very much flustered about the whole thing. You making a figurine of his alt mode was adorable though, seeing a miniature him was so embarrassing. What you secretly don't know is that he put the figures up on the desk he has so he can appreciate your crafts while working. Does he wish you would just stop? Yes. Is he going to tell you? No! He would never tell you to stop doing things you like, just please stop making sculptures of him. He would try to nit pick the figurine to make you think you didn't do good and that would make you not sculpt him anymore, but when he saw how upset you got, thinking you made him look ugly…yeah he broke. Now he just blushes and says it looks good whenever you show him your finished product. Not a warm and fuzzy kind of guy, but he would secretly buy you more materials online so you could continue your dreams and passions. He understands the feeling of being good at your job, and doesn't want to ruin that for you. If he heard someone talk crap about your projects, Ratchet might get suspended for medical malpractice later.

Megatron

OF COURSE THIS EGOTISTICAL WARLORD LIKES IT! He would put the damn thing next to his throne to look at it from time to time. "Make me another or I will use you for target practice!" Anyone who says you are bad at making figurines will DIE. Don't question the decapitated body in the corner, please don't even mention it. He would title you are an architect on his ship and give you a respectable salary if you keep making him stuff. It doesn't even have to be sculptures of him. Make him a model of the ship and he would use it as a 3d blueprint whenever he wants to upgrade something on the ship. "And you see here, this is where I want the new engines to be placed." Starscream thinks this shit is stupid. Will he ever tell Megatron? FRAG NO! You are now the lord's favorite and nothing will change that. He would sit you on the arm of his throne and pet you on the top of your head. You will never leave, you will never switch sides, and you will never be killed. Oh and his threats are fake, that man secretly loves you and would never lay a finger on you. He would send a figure to Optimus as a "look at what my soldiers do for me" type shit. Bro, you could tell him that someone ruined your project and he would literally walk around the ship with you on his shoulder, asking you to point out who. Even if it was Airachnid, nah, bye Airachnid! He would not care who it was, do not ruin his pet's MASTERPIECE!

[stuckonmark]

accidents. mark lee

19. road trip fun

you had no clue what you were in for. a random ski trip didn’t sound too bad, but of course mark being there changed things. while you were packing, winter was yapping about how excited she was. winter and haechan had planned the trip together, so they had a lot of bonding activites for everyone.

everyone had slowly started making their way to your dorm. the boys helped put everyone’s luggage into the trunk. seeing mark definitely made you uncomfortable. you couldn’t explain the feeling, but you just wanted to be chill and didn’t want to ruin the vibe for everyone.

“alright everyone! let’s hop in the car and get this trip started!” haechan was holding onto his stuffed animal, as he screamed in excitement.

“wait what’s the seating arrangement?” jaemin asked, as everyone gathered towards the car. “well i decided that jeno drives because he’s good at it and jaemin will be his right hand man for directions. it makes sense for the girls to sit in the middle because y’know, they’re the tiniest, which leaves me and mark in the back.” everyone agreed and were about to get in before haechan stopped everyone. “but unfortunately, i do get motion sickness, so yn, would you be a dear and sit in the back with mark.”

haechan was batting his eyelashes at you, while everyone had awkwardly looked back at you, obviously knowing some odd tension was going on between you and mark. “uh yeah, it’s fine.” as much as you didn’t want to sit with mark, you just wanted everyone to have fun. it’s not like you and mark would have to talk the whole ride. it shouldn’t be a big deal.

you and mark climbed into the back seat and placed your things by your feet. everyone followed suit and then y’all were on the road. the car ride started off with singing sessions and laughter, but that was not enough to keep y’all energized for a three hour car ride. eventually, everyone began to doze off, jaemin having small talk with jeno up front to keep him awake, haechan snoring on winter’s shoulder, and karina watching a kdrama with her noise cancelling headphones.

you were too busy texting eric to see what mark was doing. you and eric had been texting for a few days and getting to know each other. you were starting to grow a liking for eric. he was sweet and fun to talk to. you hadn’t noticed, but mark was taking a glance at your phone to see what was making you smile from ear to ear.

“who are you texting?” mark asked, nudging your shoulder.

you scooted away from him and glared at him. “nobody.” you turned your body away from him, so that your back was facing him. you didn’t know it, but mark was feeling an odd feeling that he’d never felt before. he wanted to know what was so special about this eric guy.

you had finally reached your destination after three hours. although everyone had been half asleep in the car, everyone was filled with excitement and awe when they saw the ski resort. “damn, haechan. your dad is loaded.” everyone quickly grabbed their things and headed inside. there were three rooms inside: jeno and jaemin shared a room with two twin beds, mark and haechan got the room with the queen sized bed, and you, winter, and karina got the master bedroom with the king sized bed.

“wouldn’t it make sense that i get the master bedroom since this is MY dad’s ski resort-” winter had smacked haechan’s head before he got to finish his sentence. “oh get over it. it’s better to be a gentlemen.”

the night was filled with so much fun. you guys had started to grill meat and brought out the drinks. sitting on the floor together and eating felt more “homey” to y’all. this trip was starting to feel fun. it got your mind off mark.

“alright, it’s not a party if we’re not playing truth or drink~” haechan was too excited to keep his composure. he was the one starting all of the fun. at this point, everyone was starting to get a little hammered and tipsy. “hmm, jeno what’s your body count?” karina’s question sent ooo’s all around the room. jeno just shook his head and laughed. “or how about this, can you count your body count on both hands.” he took a second to think before he downed a shot, causing everyone to holler. “it’s not that bad..” “THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY IT!”

“okay, okay mark, who’s the last person you hooked up with?” haechan asked, as his face was red from the shots he was taking. it was evident that he was very drunk. the question left an awkward silence in the room and mark sent haechan a death glare, before he downed his drink.

“boo, you loser. everyone knows it was m-” jaemin hit haechan with a pillow, while everyone kind of glanced at you. of course it was embarrassing. everyone knew you and mark had something going on, and it pissed you off that haechan was instigating. you could feel mark looking at you and you were feeling uncomfortable. all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and die, but you didn’t want to ruin the mood. you decided to just take a shot. “c’mon, why are you guys being so lame?”

the night carried on with lots of karaoke and many drinks. you decided to let it take over you completely, trying to distract yourself from your real feelings about mark. at this point, you had no idea what was going on. all you knew was that someone was taking you into your room.

“ugh, mark. get off of me. i can walk by myself-” mark had caught you before you fell onto the floor. “just let me help you, yn.” he helped you get into bed and sat down next to you. “why are you even here, mark?” you were slurring your words. “why do you always take care of me? why are you so nice to me, but all you do is go around and hook up with people.” mark was left in silence and you scoffed. “you’re so confusing and i can never read you. you’re too busy with other girls anyways.” you looked towards mark, as he was looking right back at you.

“why don’t you like me, mark?” you looked into his eyes and down towards his lips, as you leaned closer to him. mark was completely flustered at the question, but before he could answer, you had fallen back onto the bed, sound asleep and pulling mark down with you.

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notes. this chapter was a little inspired by that one scene in x.o kitty 😭 the cringiness in the show makes it so good 💔 also accidents will be wrapping up pretty soon 🥲

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[traincat]

i’d pay you real money for that “maybe baby” fic.

You can have it for free, but I do have a ko-fi if anyone is interested: https://ko-fi.com/traincat.

Anyway, the baby fic! Based on Fantastic Four Annual 2010, set nebulously post-Secret Wars (2015). I started this in 2016, so we didn't have any definitive answers for the Fantastic Four's return, but it's not really relevant to the fic anyway. I'm still putting together a list of the other WIPs I'm willing to release, but this is one is easy, so here it is.

Baby fic!

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a torch for you @JSTORM 1h well this is still less complicated than the time i rescued a highlander

a torch for you @JSTORM 1h aw she likes her uncle benjy @clobberintime #rockstar

a torch for you @JSTORM 1h good thing about this is @peterbparker never checks his phone so he's still gonna be surprised

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The first thing Peter registered was the vaguely defensive look on Johnny's face. The second was the baby.

"Wherever you found it, you put it back right now," he said.

The look Johnny gave him was venomous. "Oh, sure. Let me just toss the helpless infant back where she came from! What a great idea, thank you, Peter!"

"I'll get the portal ready," Val said. She was sitting crosslegged way on the other end of the room, holding a tablet computer like a shield and eyeing the baby like she might try to bite her.

"Shush," Johnny said, but it wasn't clear whether he meant it for the baby or Val or possibly for Peter, whose jaw had started making a strange grinding noise of its own volition.

Peter leaned forward to get a better look. The baby had ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes and she was squirming in Johnny's arms even as he hummed and hushed and bounced her up and down, still dressed in his costume. She was so small, wrapped in what looked like one of the shock blankets from the Fantasticar's emergency kit.

"If I put her down, she starts to cry," Johnny confessed.

Peter's heart was doing something disturbingly close to melting. He tugged off a glove and reached out with tentative fingers, stroking soft cheek and wispy dark hair. The baby yawned, barely batting an eye.

Peter looked at Johnny and said, "Why are you doing this to me?"

Johnny wasn't looking at him, though - his gaze was fixed on the baby, eyes soft.

"Look, Peter, you need to know before this part gets out - Reed ran all the tests. She's mine, Pete."

That threw Peter for a loop, but looking for traces of Johnny in the baby's face - yeah, he could see it.

"How? And don't tell me the usual way. Where did she come from?"

Johnny told him: the club, the girl, the supervillain. Peter hissed in sympathy when he hit the part about Psycho Woman spending two months hanging around in Johnny’s brain, touching his fingers to Johnny's temple. Johnny's voice wavered as he got to the end: the fall, the jump, Amy's disappearance through time.

"But time travel's weird. And we've torn everything apart and rebuilt it so many times… Amy never came back after she made the temporal jump," Johnny said, sliding Peter a cautious look, like he thought he might - what, upset? "I've gone looking for her before, but if she was out there, she didn't want me to find her. And then today we were just looking between dimensions, you know?"

"Just your typical Sunday," Peter said, mouth on autopilot while the rest of him was stunned. Johnny's child, here, safe in Johnny's arms - and to think Peter had swung in to ask about dinner and beating up the Shocker.

"Reed found traces of a familiar cosmic radiation signature," Johnny said, shaking his head. "Mine. And then we found her."

"So," Peter echoed, feeling lost. "She's yours. Really yours."

"Yeah," Johnny said, nodding. "She was all alone and in between. But she's alive and she's mine."

Peter leaned his head against Johnny's. "She's a little small for the Future Foundation."

"Well, the weird thing is," Johnny said, smiling, "they don't stay that way for long."

Val put the tablet down and said, "Oh come on, are we seriously not going to throw her back?"

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Peter Parker @peterbparker 15m he promised me life would never be boring…

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It had been at the end of the world. The incursion had been fast approaching, and this time - this time Peter could feel it in his bones. The end, just over the horizon.

It had scared him more than he ever wanted to admit.

"You're coming with us," Johnny had told him in a voice that brooked no argument. He'd caught Peter's hands in his own inhumanly warm ones, squeezing. "Reed says we'll have time once we're beyond. We'll work something out. We can fix it."

Peter had wanted it, so badly - but. Always the but.

"I should stay with the city. You've got room for, what, a hundred people?"

"Sixty," Johnny admitted, forehead creased in worry. "Peter - you're one of the big brains. You belong with us."

"One of, but not big enough," Peter said. "You need my spot for someone smarter, someone who can help fix this -"

The kiss had been unexpected, a tentative thing, just the soft press of Johnny's lips against his masked mouth, Johnny's fingertips careful as anything underneath his chin.

"You're family," he said, breaking apart, his forehead resting against Peter's. "And you're coming with us. We'll have time."

Peter took a deep shuddering breath and said, "Okay."

He let himself have this one selfish thing, standing on top of the Statue of Liberty with Johnny Storm the day before the end of the world.

He let himself be selfish, and then the raft split apart and Johnny paid the price. He knew it deep in his bones, every second he watched Johnny fall away. Maybe that was why he didn't say anything when they were returned safe and sound to their own world. Or maybe it was cowardice, him waiting for Johnny to make the first move a second time. Maybe it was the way he still remembered blinking the spots from his eyes down in Battleworld, staring at the sun in search of a familiar face.

It didn't matter. He had Parker Industries, and Johnny had moved on with Medusa. Peter had gotten one kiss at their usual spot - if that was all he was granted, well, it was more than enough for two lifetimes. He could live with it.

Except he lost the company, Medusa worked it out with Black Bolt, the missing members of the Fantastic Family returned with a fairly literal bang, and Johnny and Peter ended up crash landing in a rooftop hotel pool.

Parker Luck, doing its very finest.

He'd taken the brunt of the hit, thankful for it - he was more durable than flamed-off Johnny - but the rush of cold water made him gasp, fighting his way to the surface. Johnny surfaced beside him, gasping, and Peter grabbed a handful of his collar. He dragged them both to the shallow end as tourists scattered left and right.

"We're fine, thanks for asking!" Peter shouted after them. "Can anybody grab me a towel?" Johnny was laughing by the time Peter collapsed against the steps, languishing in knee deep water. "New Yorkers. What's so funny?"

"You," Johnny said, looking at Peter with shining eyes. He started laughing again when Peter groaned, shoulders shaking with it. Peter slid a hand over the back of his head, checking for bumps.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Peter said. He told himself to take his hand off Johnny, but he didn't. He just kept touching him, pushing Johnny's soaked hair up off his forehead. Johnny was staring at him, all traces of humor gone from his face. Now or never. Peter swallowed hard. "Johnny, you know I -"

"Just shut up," Johnny said, climbing into Peter's lap. He shoved Peter's soaked mask up over the bridge of his nose, twining his arms around Peter's neck. "Shut up, shut, god, Pete, why don't you ever say anything important?"

The kiss made Peter's head spin -and he had to grab Johnny by the shoulders and put some considerable strength into prying him off just long enough so he could talk.

"Me? What about you?" he said. "I thought - you never said anything when we got back."

"What about me?" Johnny said, pouting a little when Peter wouldn't let him lean forward again. "You're supposed to be the smart one."

Peter couldn't argue with that without walking straight into a trap.

"Dammit," he said, and pulled Johnny back on top of him until security showed up.

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May Parker-Jameson @mayparker 3m When you learn important family news from TWITTER of all places

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"May - May, I am telling you, I did not know about this," Peter said, standing in the doorway with the phone sandwiched between his shoulder and ear, one hand in his hair, the other on his hip. "Because I'm pretty sure you knew before me, is why. No, I don't know - I got home and he was holding a baby, okay, that is the extent of the story. He found her. Yeah, like, with a dog - I'm not calling your grandchild a dog, your grandchild, what, whose side are you on?!"

Johnny was laughing at him from the other room, which he thought was completely unfair. Peter threw strangling motions at him, scowling. Johnny stuck his tongue out. The baby cooed.

"Can I put him on the phone? Can I make him explain this to you?" he said, listing to the side until his head hit the doorframe.

"Hi, May!" Johnny called cheerfully, making the baby wave. He was a monster and Peter deeply hated his coalition with his aunt. He zoned back in time to hear "- you're my nephew, I want to hear it from you."

"I'm your nephew, yeah, but he's the one who went time hopping and found his kid." He sobered, rubbing at his forehead. "Honestly, May, I'm telling you, I know as much as you do."

"Well, I could do with knowing her name," May said, clucking her tongue.

Peter blanked. He cupped a hand over the receiver and leaned forward. "Johnny. What's her name?"

Johnny blinked, then looked down at the baby. "Um."

"Yeah, May?" Peter said into the phone. "We're actually going to have to get back to you on that one."

--

Jennifer Walters @jenatlaw 30m Some days it's just not worth your custom ordered MAC foundation. "Crocodile” btw.

Jennifer Walters @jenatlaw 30m Told the woman I was really more of a shark. She didn't laugh. It's not easy being green, folks.

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Jen dropped off paperwork with a lot of eyerolling, a threat of resignation, and an order that the baby be kept away from her.

"This is Stella McCartney," she said, gesturing to her blazer. "You keep that thing out of range."

"Hey!" Johnny protested.

(...)

Jen gave the baby one last warning look and then whirled out on her heels, moloid kids flocking in her wake.

"Auntie Jen is a scary Hulk," Johnny told the baby. The baby gurgled in agreement.

"Auntie Jen heard that!" Jen yelled from the hall. "Start with picking a name! Jennifer's a great one!"

"Have you considered Petunia?" Ben asked nonchalantly.

"I have never and will never consider Petunia," Johnny said blithely. "Next suggestion."

"Howzabout Benjamina?" said Ben.

"No," Johnny said. Peter made a hemming noise and he repeated, forcefully, "No."

"Benita?" Ben said, rocky brows raised high. Peter stifled a snicker with a fake cough, ducking his head.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Johnny asked Ben, scowling.

"I came back from space for this family and this is the treatment I get," Ben grumbled, getting up off the sofa. He paused in the doorway, looking back over his shoulder. His gaze went all soft at the sight of Johnny and the baby. Peter couldn't blame him. "Hey, kid. I'm really happy for ya."

Johnny looked up at him and smiled, tired and real. "Love you too, Rocky."

Ben heaved a great sigh like Johnny's love was some kind of terrible life sentence - Peter knew the feeling - and left the room.

"This is hard," Johnny said, throwing his head back. The baby was asleep in his arms, blissful in her ignorance. "Can I conference in Victor?"

"Please don't," Peter said. He stroked the baby's soft, downy hair with one gentle finger, feeling an equal mix of awe and terror. "Marie?"

"Like Mary?" Johnny said, contemplative. "My mom's name was Mary."

Peter shifted. "Uh, sure. But also like - Marie Curie?"

Johnny looked up at him, eyes narrowed. "Are you serious?"

"She discovered two elements!" Peter said, defensive.

"She died from radiation poisoning!" Johnny said. "I don't care if it worked out for you!"

(...)

"Just in the grand plan for my life, this is not how I thought it'd go," Peter said.

"And then you got bit by a radioactive spider and all the rules went out the window," Johnny said, yawning. "Old news. Pete, you know I'd never ask you to do anything you're not ready for. I want this, but if you don't -"

The sincerity on his face was unbearable. Peter cupped a hand to his face and shut him up the only way that ever really worked.

"Aimee," Johnny said at last. His head fell to Peter’s shoulder; Peter curled a hand in his hair. "After her mom."

"I like it," Peter said, watching her sleep. "Aimee it is."

Aimee Benni Storm was what was written on the birth certificate in the end. Johnny looked Peter straight in the eye and said, "You tell Ben and you're a dead man."

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(...)

"See?" Sue said, humming. "Living with the in-laws has its perks. I remember this age - it's a good one. Just wait 'til they can talk back."

"I love you," Peter told her. "Leave Reed and run away with me to Majorca."

Sue smirked, leaning over to palm his cheek. "You're adorable."

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"Whoa," Miles said, flipping out of nowhere and matching his swing with Peter's. "Is that a baby?"

"Here," Peter said. "Why don't you hold her for a sec?"

"Oh, I don't, um, okay, wow, hi, baby," Miles stammered when Peter didn't give him much of a choice. Aimee was a sucker for anyone in webs, so Miles ended up making alarmed sounds when tiny hands tried to grab his mask. "When did you get a baby?"

"She's the Human Torch's baby, technically," Peter said, stretching.

Miles looked down, clearly alarmed through the mask. "Is she gonna light on fire too?"

Aimee cooed.

"Nah," Peter said, arms high above his head. "Probably not."

"Peter!" Miles said.

"I am like 98% sure she will remain flame free," Peter said. "But fine, give her back."

Peter was pretty sure the only reason Miles didn't thrust Aimee back was because he was too afraid to make any sudden moves. She made a sleepy, annoyed noise when Peter lifted her from Miles's arms.

"Why do you have the Human Torch's baby?" Miles asked, a very quiet version of shouting.

(...)

"Last chance to keep her," Peter said.

"I'm good," Miles said.

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“Okay,” Sue said when she found them in the kitchen at three in the afternoon. Johnny was still in pajamas; Peter was wearing half his spider-suit. Aimee was wearing brunch. “Enough is enough. When was the last time either you left this building?”

“Carjacking,” Peter said, yawning. “Guy dressed like a possum knocking over a Chase. Do I need to go on?”

Johnny was trying to get mashed banana out of his hair. “I don’t know, I think I did something - Tuesday? Was it Tuesday? I had that interview.”

“You cancelled that interview,” Sue told him.

“Huh,” said Johnny, then made an outraged squawking noise when Sue swept in and grabbed the baby from him. “Hey!”

“You’re going out tonight,” Sue said, eyes narrowed. “Together.”

Johnny and Peter stared at each other.

“Together, like, him and me?” Peter said, gesturing between them.

“I think we used to do that,” Johnny said faintly.

“Save the comedy routine,” Sue told them, bouncing Aimee in her arms. All the mashed banana didn’t seem to bother her. She jerked her chin first at Johnny, then at Peter. “You, put on something nice. You - try to do the same. I’m making a reservation for you someplace nice, without supervillains or babies.”

“Do we have to?” Peter asked.

“Can’t we just sleep instead?” Johnny said.

“No,” Sue said. “It’ll be good for you.”

“This is not paying me back for all the times I babysat for you!” Johnny called after her as she carried Aimee from the kitchen down the hall.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sue said. “Ben owes me a favor.”

Johnny scowled at her back. “She took my baby.”

“Aw no,” Peter said, plucking at his spandex. “I’m going to have to wear a dinner jacket, aren’t I.”

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Peter came through the door so tired he couldn't see straight, only to have a baby shoved into his arms. Aimee gurgled happily when Peter's arms came up around her automatically.

"Oh no," he said. "Johnny, I'm about to fall over -"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," Johnny said, not sounding very sorry at all. He leaned into kiss Peter - that Peter kissed back was muscle memory, he was pretty sure, because the only thing he felt towards Johnny in that second was the sleep-deprived urge to strangle. "I've got that photoshoot, remember? I'll be back soon, I promise. Love you!"

Peter watched him go with narrowed eyes.

"Should we tell him his shirt's on backwards, Firebug?" he asked Aimee. She put her head down against his shoulder with an annoyed sounding little sigh. "No? No." He hummed to her, heading for the couch. "I'm gonna go evil and I'm gonna kill your dad, yes I am. This is my supervillain origin story."

(...)

"Peter? Are you awake?" Franklin whispered.

"M'just resting my eyes," Peter replied.

"Okay," Franklin said hesitantly. "Can I tell you a secret?"

Peter cracked an eye open. "Do you have a Galactus stashed in the basement?"

"No," Franklin said, looking a little put out about it.

"Then go for it," Peter said, yawning.

Franklin was quiet for so long Peter had almost drifted off when he spoke.

"When Dad and Mr. Reece and I were putting the universes back the way they should be… I know I wasn’t supposed to, but I knew Uncle Johnny was going to be lonely without us, and I think I maybe accidentally gave him Aimee back."

Peter rolled over onto his back, fully awake now. He stared at the ceiling for a long moment, thoughts tumbling - how unfair it was that any kid in the universe should be able to do what Franklin could. How glad he was that if any kid could, it was Franklin.

"But I think I messed up," Franklin said. "She didn't end up where she was supposed to."

(...)

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"Okay," Peter said, "I know this might not be the best kind for this conversation -"

"You are gifted with the understatement!" Johnny shouted as he streaked by a little too close for comfort, a rush of flames and heat.

"Spidey," Johnny said, swooping down to hover in front of him. "Get to the point, please."

"My point," Peter said, as best as he could with Johnny so bright and so hot and so close, "is that we might need a nanny."

Johnny turned his face towards him, his eyes glowing embers and his face barely more than an outline in flickering flames - and then he burst out laughing.

"Oh," he said, darting away. He circled a group of bugs, leaving them huddled together and clacking while Ben bagged them. "Now he wants a nanny. Do you believe this?"

(...)

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Ben Grimm @clobberintime 1m when you wanna watch the game and the marrieds + kid are asleep on the couch. what a revoltin development.

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Peter woke slowly, drifting in and out of consciousness, too warm and content to care.

"Ben took a photo of us and put it on the internet," Johnny said, waving his phone.

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And that's the WIP! Not much action, just Johnny and Peter being cute with a baby.

[smallestapplin]

It won’t come off

Warnings : first contact au, major character death (reader dies), Bee and reader are close despite the language barrier, could be read as platonic or romantic. Italicized dialogue means only one understand.

This was commissioned by : @bellafragolina

Word count : 1,596

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You were just so small compared to him, to see someone so tiny and squishy he couldn’t believe his optics! You looked up at the towering mech in a mix of awe and fear, you didn't even come up to his knees, he's so massive to you. You speak yet he can’t understand you, he can see your intake moving but it's a bunch of cute mutters and squeaks to his audials, but that’s okay!

“Don’t worry little buddy I got you. Oh primus, this is great! I get to show you around, I’m sure A-a-tron and Steve will love ya!”

He’s gentle with you despite his excitement, picking you up with care and even taking you small little space craft with him. You don’t understand anything he says, it sounds like whirls beeps and clanking to you, but that should be fine, right? It’s clear he’s a sentient robot of sorts, you wish you could communicate and ask.

But with how damaged your space craft is, you don’t think that would be possible.

You two swiftly fall into a routine, he works and you scavenge around for any metals you can use to repair your ship, though you’re glad you still had food and supplies on board. You don’t get a lot of time to do so, however, this mech loves talking to you even if you can’t understand him, you can hear his tone.

It’s cute how he lights up when you answer, it gets him rambling that much more. Being down here with no light, unable to tell how long you’ve been here, makes it hard to keep track of how long you’ve been missing, surely communications back home would try to find you, right? Looking back at the yellow bot you smile, maybe being stuck here isn’t so bad, though you’re not sure how much food and water you have left or how long it’ll last you.

Though over the course of your stay you’ve picked up on a few words, one of which at least part of his name, the look of joy that crosses his face and the whirling metal sound which you could only think was a squeal, lets you know he’s overjoyed to hear you call him ‘Bee.’ Though he has a much harder time with your language, you can hear him call you ‘little buddy’ all the time, it’s adorable in your eyes, it worries you a little how long he must’ve been here alone.

You heard it first, the sound of something falling? Maybe it’s because everything on this planet is so much louder, but you hid in the hole in Bee’s chest plate not wanting to take chances. You hear Bee coo at you, placing a hand over where you hid, thinking you’re just so cute. Only moments later do you hear talking, and Bee excitedly rambling as your name pops up a few times.

You wish you could understand them better.

“Little buddy? Orion, please, he’s insane.”

“Dee, be nice, he can help us find a way out!”

“Oh yeah, sorry little buddy is just shy! I mean I don't blame them for how small they are, but they are so cute! Best company ever. Now that you two are here we can have massive sleepovers, dude it’ll be great-“

Even from Bee’s chest you can hear the annoyance of one of them. Being able to hear things but not see them is horrifying as you can recognize the panic in their voices, the sadness, the anger, feel when Bee is running and freaking out. Just what is happening out there? You almost didn’t want to leave the safety of Bee’s chest plate, it was safer here, and he’d protect you!

B127 cringes, looking like a guilt turbofox as Alpha Trion and now the others stare at him, yeah having a cog would be so cool! But where would his little buddy stay? you’re too close to where his cog would go, too close to-

“H-hey, you can’t just-“

“An organic?” From the open chest plate Alpha Trion holds you up, such a small little thing, fleshy and squishy.

You shake under the new bots' glazes, all of them staring you down, some in awe, some in curiosity, some in bewilderment, but the large purple one is not easy to read like they are, or even like Bee is. The yellow bot reaches for you as you shakily call his name, your voice as small as you are, and quaking in fear at this newcomer.

“They are my friend, you can’t just take them!” Even as nervous as he is, he refuses to let you get taken from him, he can protect you just fine.

Alpha Trion glances between you and the newly fogged yellow bot, before carefully handing you back to him. You cling to Bee’s zero, just as he clings to you, holding you close to his helm and trying to mutter soothing things to you.

“I see you are fond of them, but let it be known this entire world can hurt them or worse, they are too soft to handle this place on their own. And with your next journey ahead, I fear what may happen to them.”

Though the older cybertronian warns him, Bee holds you closer.

“I can protect them! I have up to this point, even before all this, they are my little friend, we spent so much time in the mines together, they even learned how to say a nickname for me!”

Their usual silly cybertronian was determined, optics narrowed filled with promise that nothing could get between him and you. Though Alpha Trion was not convinced, merely giving a solemn nod before the first blaster set off. Back into Bee’s spark chamber you went, and they went running once more, trying to figure out their new T-cogs. You groan at the whiplash from going to sit in Bee’s spark chamber, to a driver’s seat, back to the spark chamber, and constantly flipping between a soft blue and the chaos happening outside.

When everything finally goes still you wish it made you calm down, but it only made you worry more, Bee was never quiet, there was always sound around you, his humming, his chatter, the sound of his work around you, nothing was ever still like this. Yet you stay put, Bee is the only one you trust, he’d keep you guarded.

When the sound returns you breathe a sigh of relief, even if it sounded angry, at least Bee was talking.. all this adventuring has made you tired and hungry, you can’t wait to go back to the mines and back to your ship. You nuzzle against the blue pulsing thing in his chest plate with you, briefly noting how Bee’s voice shakes as you do so.

He speaks to you, yet you can only understand him saying ‘not’, maybe if you wait a little more you two can get things settled. Bee tried but taking on so many bots at once in such chaos, and trying to help Orion and Elita out was overwhelming, but he’d do it, he can’t let anyone down when they’ve done so much for him.

It was a slip up, he didn’t get the blast coming but it didn’t go too deep in his plating, he can still fight!…what is all this red stuff leaking from his chest plate? It’s no oil he’s ever seen before. His spark sank, swiftly taking cover from all the fire to rip his spark chamber open and pull you out.

You’re weak.

It hurts to move.

Your pained whimper makes his eyes leak, you can hear him frantically muttering to you, comming someone like Orin for help, but you can’t take it, he sounds so upset.

You place a hand to his face plate, softly speaking to him trying to settle his nerves, but it's just making him cry that much harder. You’re certain he’s apologizing, for what you aren’t sure, but you’re just happy to have met him and seen life beyond your stars.

“It’s okay…I’m here. Bee, please don’t…don’t feel bad.” You know he can’t understand your words, your languages apart, but the love for him united you both.

Your eyes feel heavy, but he needs you, you know he does, he’s your friend, you can’t leave him. Orion appears in view, saying something to Bee but the yellow bot lets out a wail, not wanting to let you go, you’re hurt, you need him!

You’re human.

You’re soft, just like Alpha Trion said.

This world was against you, such small thinsg to them would be the end of you.

If only Bee had taken it to spark to realize just how fragile his squishy friend was, he was sure you’d never get hurt.

Some friend, he is, right, little buddy?

Yet your body is limp, you aren’t answering his ever growing yells of your little name, you can’t leave him, you can’t…

Orion places a servo on Bee’s shoulder, letting his friend grieve such a heavy loss. You would want him to live, to fight on, protect anyone from your fate. But the larger bot stays quiet, keeping his thoughts to himself as Bee refuses to let your limp body go.

And he’d have to until you can have a proper going away after they stop this madness.

But he can’t let you go, even placing your body in his spark chamber again and weeps. You’re limp, you’re losing your warmth.

And this red stuff won’t come off.

[spaghettixdemon]

J Stands for more words than one PT.4

DISCLAIMER You are responsible for the content you consume. Make sure to read all necessary warnings. Minors do not interact. Please remember this is a work of fiction; if you don’t like it, don’t read it.

Warnings: Drinking/Drunkenness, P in V, getting freaky in a car, fighting, slight mentions of death, Jealousy??

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F! Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Little author message here- Finally out!! AHH part 4 was way overdue - and part 5 is almost ready to be posted >:) this chapter gets...interesting...so take that how you will

part 1 here | part 2 here | part 2.5 here | part 3 here

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Gracia, JJ, and Emily had gotten all dressed up and were already seated in a booth, chatting. Emily sat with JJ, and next to Garcia was an open seat. They had ordered a round of shots when they first arrived, and only a few minutes after the trio had arrived and started chatting, Y/N appeared with a staff member, showing her to the trio’s booth. Y/N was wearing a longer dress, one that was maybe a bit too much for meeting your boyfriends’ friends, but in her eyes better to be over than underdressed. “Hi! Aw you look so pretty!” Emily cheered when she saw Y/N approach them. “AH Y/N!! You’re so hot - what the heck??” Garcia jumped out of the booth and gave Y/N a quick, welcoming hug before the two sat down.

JJ was stunned. As soon as she saw Y/N walk over to their table, that pit in her stomach was back. Y/N genuinely looked so good. She was so beautiful, and all done up - from her hair to her heels. JJ was a grown woman, she shouldn’t feel so intimidated by someone younger and prettier than her…But…it was just so easy to be intimidated by someone who was currently dating your old coworker crush.

Y/N sat down and looked around with a smile. “So- did I miss anything??” Emily shook her head and handed Y/N a shot. “Nope! We all just got here as well..Garcia ordered a round for the table, so enjoy!” Y/N took the shot and looked around the table. She was a little nervous meeting these women, but she decided to take the shot to push down those anxious feelings. Garcia and Emily cheered as Y/N drank, slamming the shot glass down as she put it back on the table in front of them. The group cheered, all making small talk while they drank themselves half blind. “So, I’m sure all of us want to know how you and Spence met!” JJ started the conversation, a smile on her face. Emily and Garcia lit up, excited to hear about Y/N’s experience with their ‘boy wonder’. Y/N glanced over at JJ, shrugging and smiling softly.

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 “I mean…I work as a librarian, so I’d see him reading books all the time, staying at the library for so long that I’d have to kick him out for closing time…” Y/N looked down at a shot glass she was fidgeting with in her hands before looking back up at everyone. “I always thought he was pretty cute, so one time when I was going to kick him out for closing time, I just…asked him out” She shrugged, her small smile slowly growing. “In my eyes there was no harm in asking, and if things went south, well, I was already kicking him out” The group laughed, hearing the couples’ origin while Garcia smiled warmly. She cupped her hands together as Y/N shared this story. “Aww that’s so romantic - and so Spencer to be asked out at a library of all places”. Y/N grinned, nodding excitedly as she took another shot for confidence. 

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JJ just nodded, taking another shot as she thought about asking Spencer out. Hypothetically what she would do. Hypothetically how she would go about it. She probably knew him better than this girl anyways…JJ was quiet, deep in thought as the other girls chatted. It was late into the night, and the girls had all easily drank too much. They were slurring their words, playing drinking games, and enjoying themselves…well…most of them. JJ sat next to Y/N, looking more annoyed as the night went on. “Oh! Oh! I have another question” Garcia butted into Emily and Y/N’s conversation. “Is he romantic? I can’t picture him not being a shy nerdy guy…” Y/N smiled warmly, thinking about her boyfriend. She wanted to call him, text him…anything really. She just missed him after all. She nodded, a faint blush crossing her cheeks. “Oh yeah! He’ll write me poems, surprise me with flowers when he gets home from long trips, and loves baking…’because it’s a science’  as he would say” Y/N took another sip of her new drink, and sighed. “He surprises me in other ways after long trips, but we don’t have to get into that…” She said it as a passing comment, but everyone’s heads shot to Y/N. JJ, in particular, was starting to feel uncomfortable…she had been picturing this new, unknown version of Spencer in her mind. Imagining baking with him…Imaging him bringing her flowers…This was not ok. JJ knew this was bad, yet she couldn’t stop these images flashing into her mind…except Y/N never seemed to be pictured. “Ooooo and what other ways does he surprise you??” This time Emily was the one to jump in and speak. Garcia followed suit, grinning “Yeahhh Y/N what other ways? Spill it!” Y/N was definitely too sober for this conversation. Especially with his coworkers?? Y/N reached for another drink, trying to feel the buzz.

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Y/N looked around the table, and sighed. “Well you know, his memory is pretty insane…if we…” she gestured with her hand, “…If I like something, he already knows.. I don’t have to pretend I’m enjoying anything…I don’t have to remind him what I don’t like…ya know?” She paused and smiled “He’s putting that memory to good use..” Garcia and Emily grinned, surprisingly enjoying the thrill of learning about the secret sides of their coworker. “So what- you do anything?” The question cut through the air like shards of glass. Y/N turned to face JJ, a confused expression on her face. “What?” All JJ could think about was Spencer this. Spencer that. Spence…everything. She was trying to shift the conversation away from him, for her own sake. “You heard me…what do you do?” 

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Y/N had a confused expression on her face, looking back to the empty shot glass in front of her. She started to slowly spin the rim of the glass, pursing her lips as she thought “Well…when you’ve all been away for at least a week or two, traveling across the country…” She paused, a small smile growing  on her face as she thought about her boyfriend. “I always make sure he walks through the door feeling comforted and happy…Sometimes I’ll go out for the week…pick up something…purple” Y/N laughed softly and looked up at the group in front of her, especially keeping an eye on JJ. “Did you know that? He…really loves the color purple…like a lot…” She continued to speak. “Sometimes I’ll plan a little scavenger hunt, just for him..” Her smile grew “Like…hide things around our apartment building and make him work for what he wants…and as far as I know he enjoys finding the clues…little price tags hidden in the laundry room, a box from his favorite brand in the lobby, little love notes saying what-” Y/N turned a little bit, glancing at JJ. “what I’m gonna do once he solves the scavenger hunt…” Y/N shrugged and smiled warmly. “Sometimes I throw in little puzzles for him to solve…cause why not…I like the way he looks using that big brain of his…it’s pretty cute…” “and then?” Gracia jumped in, almost hanging on every word. Y/N looked back at Garcia, a small smirk forming across her lips as she shrugged. “Well, once he makes his way back to the apartment, after…finishing the little game i set up, he gets what he wants” She shrugged, the smirk stuck on her face. JJ pursed her lips, taking that all in. She never imagined Spencer being like…like this? Hell- why was she even imagining what she’d be like with him? In compromising positions? This was bad. Very bad…

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Some Time Later

The girls were all at least 5 drinks deep, not including the 10 shots they took. The girls were wasted, to say the least. As the night went on, so did the questions aimed towards Y/N. The only difference from the start of their interrogation? Y/N was pretty drunk.Garcia was still somehow full of energy and egging Y/N on, begging to hear all the gossip. “-And oh my gosh the praise..? It’s so sexy sometimes..oh! And-” “Oh! What’s he working with..?” JJ jumped in, yet again. Though, Y/N didn’t seem to care this time. Garcia laughed and gestured towards JJ, agreeing with her. “Yeah! You hyped him up, now we gotta know!” Y/N looked amongst the group and quickly held her hands up and started moving them slowly, farther apart (think that one Family Guy bit with Stewie and Taylor Swift). Everyone laughed, gasping and shouting as Y/N finally stopped. JJ shoved Y/N “shut up! No way!” Y/N just smiled and shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant.

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JJ was wasted. Not buzzed, not drunk- wasted. She would drink, trying to forget the things Y/N would mention, but it was no use. All she could think of was Spencer. Walking over to her sitting at her BAU desk, when he would softly grab her by the chin, making her look at him. He would be shirtless, wearing only a BAU bullet-proof vest over his toned- no- ripped chest. He would scoop her up, carrying her bridal style over to the elevator outside their office. “-JJ? JJ we asked you a question…” It was Emily that brought JJ out of her drunken fantasy. This was past the point of bad, but JJ didn’t seem to care. “Huh? What was the question?” Emily and Garcia looked at each other before Garcia spoke up. JJ was so off tonight. ”You’re so close with Spencer! Does he ever bring Y/N up..?” It was an odd question, yeah, but they were drunk and definitely were not keeping things professional.

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JJ thought about Spence. She had been through everything with him. She honestly considered herself his work wife, but they never really discussed stuff like that. All she could think about was what they’ve been through, what they’ve witnessed, when they would comfort each other during especially hard cases. Shne shrugged, seeming unimpressed. “I mean yeah, sometimes I’d see him talking on the phone before and he looked…so..happy..” JJ pursed her lips and smiled awkwardly. Then, maybe it was the alcohol or all the memories tied to Spencer, but something slipped out that definitely should not have. “..You aren’t even a little bit scared to be with him? To be attached to a government job like ours..?” Y/N looked over at JJ. She had a twisted expression on her face. She looked like some mix of discomfort and frustration. Y/N’s brows furrowed and she turned to face JJ. “Should I be…?”  “You know I’m - we’re all much more used to the steaks this job brings, maybe you’re just…not ready for all that” Y/N was frustrated, confused by this constant twist of words and deception. She tried to play off the comments by laughing. “Come on JJ, we’ve been dating for quite some time now…I think I can handle being with him-” JJ jumped in, cutting Y/N off yet again. “You can handle it? Yeah? Well, where were you when he was trying to get over his addiction..? Where were you when he got kidnapped and almost died…?” The three girls were stunned, listening to the drunken ramblings of JJ. Y/N felt embarrassed. She had no idea these things had happened to her boyfriend, he had never really brought them up to her. “What..? JJ I think you’ve had enough..” Y/N awkwardly tried to push away the drink in front of JJ, but she ended up grabbing Y/N’s wrist. The two stared deeply into each other’s eyes, almost as if no one else was in the room. “JJ come on now, that’s enough…” It was Emily who finally spoke up, trying to defend Y/N. “His last girlfriend died because of this job…did he ever tell you that..? Did you ever help him through the grieving process..? Did you even consider you don’t know him like we do…maybe you’re just not meant for someone like him”

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You could hear a pin drop. Y/N just sat there, feeling disgusted, confused, and upset. Garcia and Emily started shouting at JJ, trying to get her to take back what she said. “What? Am I wrong? You all witnessed the same things I did!” Y/N just sat there, processing what JJ had just said. Taking it in, looking it over, processing… everything. She slowly looked back up at JJ, anger seeping onto her face. “And what- you think you’re so much better? You think you know him like I do…? Jennifer- JJ- ugh whatever the fuck your name is, he’s my boyfriend - not yours he didn’t ask you out. He doesn’t love you. Doesn’t touch you, like he does to me- ok?” 

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JJ scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Whatever - love me or not, you could never be as close as we are...” Y.N was angry now - “Wow ok…” Y/N looked up to see a clock on the wall, it was past midnight. She moved out of the booth, scooting and shoving before finally getting free. She stood in front of everyone, looking past JJ to the other girls. They both looked equally uncomfortable. “Ladies…it was nice to meet you but…I think I’m gonna get a ride home…” Y/N walked past the booth, heading for the bar near the entrance. She finally relaxed as she sat down, the stress she was facing earlier disappearing. What the fuck was that?

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Spencer had been enjoying his night, watching movies and getting ready to head to bed. He was happy Y/N was finally learning more about his work life, and the people in it. They had been dating for a year now, and he loved Y/N, wanted to keep her in his life any way he could. That’s when his cell phone started to ring. Spencer muted the TV, walking over to see…it was Y/N? “Y/N? Hello, what's up? Any thoughts on the girls yet?” “I need you to come pick me up..I..drank too much and feel sick..” Spencer’s eyebrows raised and he walked over to grab his car keys. “Ok…Ok don’t worry baby I’ll be there soon…just stay put…” What had happened? Why did Y/N sound…sad..? Maybe it was just her sickness…it was probably just that.

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15 minutes later

Spencer walked into the bar, seeing Y/N alone at the bar counter. Ok, now he was really confused. Why was she alone? Why was her body language so…closed off? Where were his coworkers? “..Y/N..?” He gently placed a hand on her shoulder. He watched her turn around, and her disappointed reaction quickly morphed into shock and happiness. He loved the way she smiled, how she looked when he finally appeared in front of her at the bar. She pulled him in for a hug, something he wasn’t usually comfortable with, but he would accept a hug any day or time from the person he loves. “Spencer..!” He heard a familiar voice stumbling towards him. “Garcia…? What’s going on..?” Garcia looked at Y/N then to Spencer. “It was so great getting to know Y/N but um…JJ happened…” Garci turned back to see the table. “She…drank a little too much..” Spencer, confused, made sure to bookmark that information and ask JJ what happened very soon. “Okay…” He looked back over at Garcia “you guys need a ride home too? We’re all pretty close by, we can drop you off…”

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Garcia looked at Y/N, and sighed, looking back towards the table. “I mean, if Y/N’s ok with it…it would definitely be cheaper and safer than taking a taxi…” Y/N, tired and annoyed, smiled softly shrugging Garcia’s question off.. “Sure why not?” Garcia smiled and gave Y/N a side hug. “Thank you thank you thank you! I’ll go grab the girls” Garcia walked away, and Spencer just watched. He gently placed a hand on Y/N’s lower back. Was something weird going on? Or was he  suddenly really bad at reading people? 

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One by one, the girls, Y/N, and Spencer walk out of the bar together. Garcia and Emily are laughing, holding onto each other as they stumble towards Spencer’s car. JJ stumbled out as well, possibly acting the most drunk out of the group. The sidewalk was uneven, and as she made her way towards the car, she not-so gracefully stumbled and almost fell, grabbing Spencer's forearm. Y/N just stared at JJ. Oh that was so on purpose. Y/N just rolled her eyes, watching as Spencer helped JJ up. “You ok JJ..? That was a rough fall” “Honestly…I don’t know…maybe I could hold onto you for support..? Just so I don’t fall again..” A confused expression formed on Spencer’s face, but he shrugged it off. “Ok..” JJ perked up, smiling as she hugged Spencer’s arm and held onto it for support.

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Look at her. So smug, so insufferable, so…annoying. It was honestly gross. Y/N let go of Spencer’s hand she had been holding, and just watched JJ from the side. JJ glanced over at Y/N, smirking. So…cringey. Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head, following the group. “Where is this car anyway? Did you park on the opposite end of the earth..?” Emily joked, but honestly, they had been walking for at least 6 minutes now. Where was this car anyway? “Right here! No more walking” Spencer chuckled and opened the passenger and back doors for everyone. Emily and Garcia sighed with relief, no more walking. The pair climbed into the backseats. “Thankss Spencer! Yeah thanks Reid!” They laughed and sat comfortably, ready to go. Now it was just a trio, Spencer standing in between either woman. JJ finally let go of his arm, but smiled up at him, biting her lip and laughing softly. “Spence…I’mm like…ffivee minutes away…can I sit in the frront seat..?” Spencer turned to face Y/N. To be fair, she was closest to this bar. It was a 15 minute drive from her house…but what it would symbolize, having his “work wife” in the passenger seat next to him…while his actual girlfriend sat in the back…that was not a good look for them. Though, the more she thought about it, she’d be able to spend time with the coworkers she actually liked, and laugh with. “You know what? Go ahead. I’ll be in the back with Garcia and Emily..”

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Wait- what? Spencer looked at Y/N, confusion crossing his face once again. JJ smiled though and shrugged “If you insist…” And without hesitation, she hurried over to the front seat while Y/N made her way to the back, greeting the other girls with a smile. Spencer goes to the driver's side and shuts the door, confusion still fueling his brain. JJ seemed so much happier about this than the others, watching Spencer as she started to drive down the road, bringing JJ back to her home. Wow Spencer was…so…”You’rre soo cool when you drrive with onne hand Spencce..you lookk like a badass from one of those crime shows…” 

Spencer laughed awkwardly. Why was JJ acting this way? It was…odd. “Um…thanks? I guess..?” he felt weird, glancing up into the rear view mirror, seeing Y/N. She seemed annoyed. She was rolling her eyes and occasionally talking with Emily and Garcia…huh. Something was definitely up. Spencer looked back to the road and sighed. Whatever was going on, whatever this tension was in the air, needed to be resolved asap.

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10 minutes later

“Annddd here we are!” Spencer pulled into JJ’s driveway. He smiled, looking to the person in his passenger seat. JJ smiled, visibly drunk. “SSpencee can you wwalk me insidee..?” JJ softly grabbed Spencer’s wrist, looking up at him hopefully. She tugged at his slender wrist, pleading. “Cmonn please..?” Reid glanced at Y/N in the back seat and sighed. He did care about JJ, and this was probably the right thing to do. “Fine...but I gotta drop off the other ladies so let’s speed this up..!” He continued to smile, getting out of the car as JJ was visibly excited. She glanced back towards the car before they shut the front door, heading inside.

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[holylulusworld]

Bad day at work (3)

Summary: It’s a bad day at the office.

Pairing: Jake Jensen x fem!Reader

Warnings: short reader, enemies to…, language, banter

Catch up here: Bad day at work (2)

Jensen pushes his glasses back up when you stop in front of his desk. “You can sit at my desk. I’ll be right back with a new mouse. Your laptop will be fixed in no time.” He says, pointing at his desk chair.

“Okay,” you say, fighting the chuckle bubbling up your throat. Jensen looks like an obedient puppy when he pulls the chair for you and offers his seat to you.

“It’s ergonomic and, uh—yeah. Give me ten minutes, and you can go back to work,” he says, turning to leave. “I’ll get the mouse, a brand-new one. What color do you like?”

“Surprise me,” you casually say as you turn your attention toward the knick-knacks on his desk. He’s got lots of comic figurines, funky-looking pens, and pictures of what you assume are his daughters and wife.

You chuckle, imagining he likes to play with the figurines instead of working. When you grab one of the picture frames, he places a hand on your shoulder, making you flinch.

“That’s my sister and my nieces. She’s playing soccer,” he explains, proudly puffing his chest as he tells you about his niece. “Uh—I got the mouse for you.”

“Half the job, done already,” you chuckle. "Here, take your seat back."

“Nah, I’m good. I’ll just sit at Brock’s desk. He’s still out and about,” Jake huffs. The truth is, he was searching for Brock in every nook but didn’t find any trace of his whereabouts. “Let’s see what I can do for your laptop.”

“While you check on my laptop,” you clear your throat to catch Jake’s attention. “Would you mind if I was grabbing something for lunch in the meantime?”

“No, of course not. Go ahead. Get lunch, and I'll check on your laptop. You can get it back in no time.”

You leave the desk to get some food and fresh air. Stuck at your office for most of the time, you rarely get the chance to stretch your legs.

Jake watches you leave, smirking as his eyes land on your ass. He hums and tries to focus on the task at hand, not the things he’d love to do to your sassy ass.

“How is it going?” You ask, walking back toward Jensen’s desk. Plopping down on his chair, you lean back and sigh. “I must get back to work soon.”

“Almost done—” Jensen cocks his head to look at you. His features darken because you dig your fork into the rest of your food. “Are you eating at my computer?”

“What?” You chew on your Chinese take-out. “I’m hungry and have food left. I won’t make your desk dirty.”

His features darken as you keep on stuffing the food into your mouth. “You have no respect for my workplace.” Jensen slowly gets up from the chair to stalk toward you. “You do not eat at someone else’s desk!”

You harrumph. “What do you want me to do? Throw the rest of my food away.”

“I want you to respect my desk, my workplace, and me,” he growls at you. “Who do you think you are?”

“Awe and I believe we are finally getting along,” you slowly get up from his chair to walk toward Brock’s desk. You sit down and start to eat again. “There you go.” You chew audibly. “I’m not eating at your desk any longer.”

“That’s not better!” Jake throws his hands up. “You come here, yelling at me for something someone else did. I tried anything to be nice and fix your problems, but you are still a bitch!”

“Bitch!” You get up from Brock’s chair, throwing your food at Jensen. He dodges your attack, huffing as the food knocks his figurines over. “You’re going to pay for this.”

“What are you going to do, four-eyes?” You sass, putting your hands on your hips. “I bet you don’t even know how to handle a woman. Your only interactions with women are the figurines on your desk.”

“I can handle a woman!” He yells back, not backing down now. “If I see one. But you’re an annoying brat.”

“I thought I’m a bitch,” you chuckle as you stalk toward him. “You know,” you dip your head to look at the empty desks in the IT section. “All of your little gremlins are already home. It’s only you and me, tech nerd. What are you going to do about my bratty ass?”

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[astrylx]

Supernatural Liveblog - S.5 Ep.06 - I Believe the Children Are Our Future

This episode title is reminding me of the Special Children. I wonder what that's about.

This kid is such a prat, I do not like him.

I love the musician names, it's very fun, but I'm always shocked when people don't catch on. Like, Page and Plant? Come on-

It appears that pranks are killing people. I wonder what is behind it.

Dean eating the meat he just fried, I love him. I love when he's not serious.

I absolutely adore Jared's facial expressions. I love his acting.

THAT TOOTH FAIRY IS HORRIFYING- WHAT-

Okay not just pranks, childhood lies.

"Or you" SAM YOU LITTLE

Sam relating to the boy, aw.

Dean nearly electrocuting Sam, this episode is making me laugh.

I recognize the actress playing Jesse's mother but I don't know from where, brb, IMDB time.

This poor woman was possessed while pregnant. Or to become pregnant. That's fucking horrifying. I. This honestly is the most disturbing thing in the series so far. There's so much I could say about this. Holy fuck. She was the demon virgin Mary???

Cas! Hi Cas!

He's the antichrist?

Was not expecting this out of an episode of pranks.

CAS ON THE WHOOPEE CUSHION I CAN'T

I'm genuinely getting near emotional whiplash from the way this episode goes from funny to serious so extremely.

Sam is feeling so strongly for this little boy. I think Sam is relating to him a lot.

Sam has done this before. With the rugaru. He wants to see the good in everyone. Believe that they can stay good. For himself as much as for others.

Cas with the knife in the back yowch.

Oh no. Okay, I'm uncomfortable again.

I can see on Castiel's face how bad he feels about this.

...

I don't

What can I say?

Castiel as an action figure...

This fucking gaslighting demon.

Sam speaking from the heart, he wants the kid to be better than him, ouch my heart.

This poor kid. I wonder what's going to happen. If he's just going to spend the rest of his life hidden. He deserved better.

I hope we see that kid again and he isn't just forgotten...

[revserrayyu]

3.1 Amphoreus thoughts [part 2]

***Spoilers ahead*** for everything up until the rematch with the Flame Reaver, so turn away now if you don’t wanna get upset. At the time of writing this I’ve completed the full story quest so be wary if I mention any details that may happen later.

Starting off nice and calm with the ladies heading to the hot baths for some fun and sweet lord how did Aglaea become even prettier?? I’m in awe.

This whole splitting of the souls chatter reminds me of Harry Potter horcruxes. Becoming a demigod doesn’t seem like the most fantastical job in the world if it comes with such a big drawback, such as this or having your emotions slowly fade (as seen with Aglaea). I can only wonder what Mydei will have to deal with now.

The teasing just never ends between these two and it’s giving me life. Every interaction they have is such a joy to listen to.

Dang, no wonder our boy couldn’t overcome the trail. He was faced with the most tragic day of his life and all the trauma that came with it.

Okay thank heavens someone said it! Every time Mydei would mention how fear/fleeing/romance or any other word that shows weakness isn’t in the Kremnoan language I wanted to ask him like, okay, so what words are there then??

Mydei speaks so fondly of his fallen comrades. Being immortal really is cruel, and it hurts even more that we walk past all of his buddies again in a memory where they’re so excited to see him return.

At some point, Mydei’s teacher infiltrates the vortex by sorta kinda kidnapping Trinnon to do so and after going through this long spiel about the future of Mydei and the Kremnoans that I truthfully wasn’t paying that close attention to, Aglaea decides enough is enough and doesn’t hesitate to most likely execute him.. until Trinnon speaks up. I can’t lie, I genuinely find it a bit comical how quick this woman is to just end anyone who dares break any rules in this city.

So.. this image. First things first, I love that he uses such language at his father. Secondly, can I trade places with him? I’d love to open my eyes and see this marvelous man looking down on me. Step on me, king~

Poor guy has every one of his people wishing to return home to Kremnos someday with him as their king and yet he’s terrified on letting the miserable traditions continue if he decides to take the crown. It really is a difficult decision. Do you keep everyone safe and unhappy, or allow them to thrive in a world of danger?

Oohhh buddy, why must everyone on this planet be gorgeous?? Her mom is looking like a long lost cousin of Argenti and Himeko.

Not gonna lie but this whole scene with the dolls felt so Sparkle coded that it scared me. I honestly jumped the first time everything glitched out.

Well that’s a bright, red death flag if I ever saw one. Some trailers already gave me bad feelings regarding Tribbie, but this worsens it.

Pfftt, Aglaea has no chill and I’m here for it. Protect your people, queen!

I mean, sure, choosing how you pass on individually on your own terms may be better than losing every part of yourself all at once, but Aglaea has a point too, that seeing the many Tribios clones perish over and over again is a lot harder than having it happen just once and being done with. It’s not an easy situation to be in for either side.

It really is incredible how powerful these century gates are and it kinda reminds me of Finral’s spacial magic (Black Clover) the way it’s able to teleport others and redirect incoming attacks or enemies.

If I wasn’t already panicking then I sure am now! Look how upset and scared these cuties are! They know Trianne’s pushing herself too far for their sake and there’s truly nothing that they could do to stop what happens next, especially after seeing how much weaker she’s been getting recently.

Aaahhh, I knew it.. seeing this scene from the Song of Divine Silence trailer gave me such bad vibes from the moment I saw it! And after learning the whole meaning behind “see you tomorrow” just makes everything hurt twice as much!! Trianne was definitely my favorite out of the trio too.. this is such a bummer!

We interrupt the sudden heartbreak to bring you an adorably surprised Trailblazer.

I do love that Mydei trusts Phainon with his one and only weakness. I dunno how thrilled I’d be if such a literal backstabbing does take place in a future patch though.

Anaxa, the renowned scholar, using his gun as a shield against the Flame Reaver.. he’s doing his best. Forgive me but I do not remember much of this cutscene to know if he ever used the weapon the proper way. I was in a mix of tears and hype at this point.

Bro look at how relieved Phainon is when he noticed that Mydei has arrived to help them with the fight! That’s such a wonderful smile.

Sir, your confidence! It’s extraordinary! And I’m also very pleased with your sudden assistance!

Just two bros, ready to go knock some sense into a common enemy. What could possibly be better than that?

Okay, so I dunno about everyone else, but how did we feel about this fight? I personally had no trouble at all, even when we first fought him at the grove. The way they showcased him during the 3.1 livestream, I figured he was gonna be serious trouble, but I think the Nikador boss offered a tougher challenge. I didn’t even get the chance to see this dude’s big, fancy attack animation.

Look at him, protecting his man. What a good lad. We still dunno anything about what Phainon’s path or element would be, but for some reason he gives Preservation vibes? like I know he wields a giant sword and is quite capable of using for offense, but seeing him defend Mydei like this makes me think he can use it as a sort of counter I guess? Maybe give me a taunt too? Who knows. We definitely need more Preservation units though.

All hail the new king successfully securing another win for all.

I feel like a whole lot just happened in such a short amount of time. Next post should cover the rest of this patch.

[uceyliyahh]

IMPERFECT FOR YOU

summary: Miyori and Jey were in a relationship for three years until she saw him laid up with another girl that wasn’t her and it broke her heart so she decided block him on everything and focus on her career until she gets a text message from him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 4964

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Miyori

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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𝖘𝖊𝖎𝖘

JEY I was on the tour bus, trying to relax, but I couldn't help but miss Miyori. We had shared so many wonderful moments together, and her leaving for work left me feeling down. The thought of going back to long distance brought back memories of our previous experience with it four years ago, and it was hard not to feel a sense of sadness.

FLASHBACK - JEY 2022 I found myself at the club, feeling quite inebriated as I sank into the sofa, letting the effects of the alcohol wash over me. My thoughts kept drifting to my girl Miyori, who I missed dearly back home. She chose not to join me on this tour because of her job, and while it was tough for me, I completely understood her decision.

As I opened my eyes, I heard someone calling my name. I saw Trick and Melo with a girl who was quite attractive, but I still thought Miyori was the one who stood out the most.

"Yo! Uce, what's Hannin dawg we wanted to introduce you to Jaida she's new on the NXT roster." Melo said.

I quickly reached out to shake her hand, leaning back in my seat as I took in her presence, glancing up and down at her. She settled beside me, while Melo and Trick exchanged knowing smirks.

"I can see that she is getting comfortable with you, so we finna head towards the bar." He said as him and Trick left leaving me and her alone together.

She started to slide her hand along my thigh, surprising me as I gently pushed her hand away.

"I got a lady back home might wanna chill." I said as she smirked at me.

"Where is she I don't see her?" Jaida said softly.

"She's at home right now so imma need you to back up for real shawty."

She let her hand glide down my thigh, moving slowly toward my groin, making me swallow hard. Then, she gently cupped my chin, pressing her lips to mine before she began to speak.

"I can treat you so much better than her you know?"

The effects of the alcohol were settling in as I arched an eyebrow at her, a playful smirk spreading across my lips. "oh? Really?"

She nodded gently, pressing another tender kiss against my lips, which prompted me to pull her onto my lap as our kiss deepened, our tongues playfully vying for control.

I know this was a huge mistake, and I feel terrible about it. The alcohol clouded my judgment, and I didn't even think about Miyori while I was acting this way.

We broke the kiss, gazing into each other's eyes, which were brimming with desire. I lifted her by the thighs, carrying her out of the club.

As I heard Melo and Trick say something in the distance.

"I knew he couldn't resist I mean look at her she's way better than his girl back at home." Trick said.

"Yeah, I mean his girl back at home is bad but not as bad as Jaida." Melo replied seeing the two leaving out the door.

FLASHBACK OVER.

That night is something I truly regret. When I woke up the next morning and saw Jaida in bed with me, it sent me into a panic, especially with the terrible headache I had. To make matters worse, I saw a post on The Shade Room about me and Jaida leaving the club together. Then I received a text from Miyori saying she was done with me, and it felt like my heart was shattered.

I realized I had made a significant mistake when I stopped hearing from her. It was tough to see her move on and start dating an actor; it felt like everyone was talking about it. I was frustrated with myself for getting involved with someone I barely knew, especially when it felt like my friends were treating her like an object rather than a person.

I’m really glad to have her back in my life; that’s what truly counts. I put in a lot of effort to regain her trust after my foolish choices when I was drinking. I’ve learned from my mistakes, and I promise it won’t happen again.

I was lying on the couch, engrossed in a YouTube video on my phone, when I noticed Jaida coming over. I didn’t even glance up at her; I just kept watching the video, feeling overwhelmed and not ready to handle whatever she wanted to discuss.

"Jey? Hello you hear me talking to you." Jaida said as she waved her hands in my face.

I glanced up at her, my lips pursed in a playful gesture, but I noticed her expression was one of disappointment. Still, I couldn't bring myself to care much about it..

"What'chu want Jaida?" I asked.

"Want I want is for us to work out again like c'mon you can't be really serious about getting back with her right?" I just gave her a bland look knowing damn well that Miyori and I were starting fresh.

"Why are you over pressin' me for? I told you—you and me are done Jaida there's nothing more I can say to that you knew what'chu did." I was just about to return to my YouTube video when I felt Jaida climb on top of me, straddling me gently. She started to plant soft kisses along my jawline and face, capturing my full attention.

I was able to push her away while looking at her as if she had lost her mind, fully aware that I wanted no part in her chaos, especially with the media eagerly searching for any scandal to exploit.

"Yo! The fuck is yo' problem Jaida?" I scolded her.

"You aren't leaving me for some bitch! You knew what you wanted the day we met at the club!"

"That was a fucking mistake! I was drunk and yo' little homeboys just threw you at me like a piece of fucking meat knowing I had a girl back at home!" I noticed Jimmy and Trin approaching the tour bus as we were exchanging words, drawn in by the noise we were making.

They both witnessed another argument between me and Jaida regarding our situation. I keep reminding her that I'm with Miyori now, and that's what truly matters.

"What does she have that I don't have huh?!" She shouted pushing me on my chest.

I placed my phone in my pocket while shaking my head feeling a smirk appearing on my face.

"She has everything that you don't even qualify for, she takes care of me, cooks me food whenever I'm on the road or at home, she shows me affection anything you can think of Miyori's got it fasho unlike you." I bragged standing there with my arms folded over my chest. "And I deeply regretted cheating on her with someone like you."

I noticed her expression shift from anger to sadness as she packed her belongings. Honestly, I wasn't too concerned about it; I would much prefer having Miyori on tour with me instead of Jaida. Jaida has been quite a challenge throughout this entire tour, and I can't help but wish that Miyori were here by my side.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and when I pulled it out, I saw a message from Miyori. A smile spread across my face as I read her text, and I couldn't help but feel happy for a moment.

Mimi💓 sent a message

Mimi💓: Hiiii Papa I miss you 🥺

iMessage 💬 Joshua🖤: Hey Baby girl I miss you too Mimi💓: wydd Joshua🖤: I just got done arguing with Jaida and imma tell you this now so you won't find out later from someone else but she got on top of me and started kissing me but I immediately pushed her away when she did that Mimi💓: good I'm glad you did that instead of folding Joshua🖤: mmcht see there you go the woman I would be on my knees for is you Mamas don't play Mimi💓: I would be on my knees too Joshua🖤: you'll be on yo' knees alright Mimi💓: OMFG you freaky ass dog but fr when is you coming home? Joshua🖤: my fault 😭 but I should be coming home after this tour is over with hell might have a day off or two before then Mimi💓: ughhh it's taking forever Papa Joshua🖤: whatchu want mamas? Mimi💓: I don't want anything I'm just saying Joshua🖤: you sound frustrated baby girl Mimi💓: Joshua I'm not... Joshua🖤: I know you too well Mimi Mimi💓: oh? really? then tell me what's wrong with me then Mr Fatu? Joshua🖤: you're horny and going through your ovulation process. Mimi💓: .... Joshua🖤: am I correct? Mimi💓: yesss I'm so fucking horny right now and you aren't even here to help me Joshua🖤: that's why I begged you to stay so I could but I understand you have work to do Mimi💓: are you going to be busy later on? Joshua🖤: nah mamas I'm free after tonight why? Mimi💓: maybe we could sleep over the phone tonight on FaceTime I just miss you Joshua🖤: you miss me? Or this dick? Mimi💓: if I say both would you be mad? Joshua🖤: hell nah baby girl you know when I see you again you can take whatever you need from me aight? Mimi💓: okay but I gotta get back to work got clients to talk to I'll call you later Joshua🖤: aight then mamas I love you ❤️ Mimi💓: love you more 🫶🏽

I glanced up after messaging Miyori and realized that Jaida had already left the tour bus, leaving the room feeling so empty. I stepped inside, climbed onto the bed, and found myself wishing it was me and Miyori sharing this space together at that moment.

"Did y'all two break up or what?" Jimmy asked leaning against the door.

"Yeah, I told her what it was between me and Mimi Uce, I'm glad she's gone she was starting to become annoying." I replied while sitting up in the bed.

"A'ight well that's one person who you don't gotta deal with, then what about Mimi's ex boyfriend Aaron?" I raised an eyebrow at him with a a confused expression on my face. "What about him?"

"I'm just saying he's out there where Mimi stay at and he could just show up at her job messing with her about all of this." He said,  My brother was right when he said that her ex could appear at any time, just as I had warned her before. It really bothered me that he could put his hands on her whenever he pleased, especially since I wasn't there to protect her. I truly didn't like that situation at all.

"I told her that but she was begging me not to book a flight to handle his ass saying she could handle it herself."

"Well if he does show up and puts his hands on her again just gon' ahead and book a flight I'm just saying you gotta protect yo' girl." I completely understand, but given that we're currently in a long-distance situation, it will be challenging to shield her from someone like him. "I hear you Uce, I hear you."

☞ MIYORI As I wrapped up my final appointment of the day, I took a moment to tidy my desk, ensuring that everything was organized for tomorrow. I wanted to avoid a chaotic start with files strewn everywhere. Just as I was focused on this task, I heard a gentle knock on my door. Looking up, I saw Kelly's cheerful face peeking in, a warm smile lighting up her expression.

"Hey, girl what's up?" I inquired as I gathered my belongings before finishing my shift, noticing Kelly taking out a bouquet of flowers.

I lifted an eyebrow as she approached me, carrying the flowers. "these are for you and there's a note on it by the way." She said.

I took the flowers from her hands; they weren't my top choice, but they were quite charming. I also picked up the note attached to the stick and read it thoroughly and with care.

'I want us to go out for dinner tonight and have a discussion about some things that don't sit right with me you can meet me at our usual spot where we go for dinner.' - From Aaron

I let out a deep sigh and rolled my eyes as I tossed the flowers and the card into the trash can. I noticed Kelly watching me, her face filled with concern.

"What happened Mimi?"

I shook my head, "it's just from Aaron he wants to see me to "discuss" some things with me that he didn't like." I replied while placing my purse over my shoulders giving Kelly a hug.

"I don't think you should go knowing what he did to you last time especially since Joshua isn't around at the moment."

I understood her feelings and found myself unsure about how to approach the situation with him. Perhaps I should suggest to Jey that he book a flight to visit, but I hesitated, not wanting to impose on him. So, I decided to manage things on my own for now, while keeping him in mind as a possible support.

As I made my way to the car parked outside the building, I switched off the light in my office. I opened the door, tossed my purse onto the passenger seat, and settled into my car.

I found myself torn between two choices: whether to go ahead on my own or to inform Jey in advance about this. Ultimately, I believe it's better to choose the second option. Since we’re in this together, I feel there shouldn’t be any secrets between us.

iMessage 💬 Mimi💓: Papa? Joshua🖤: what's up baby girl? Mimi💓: imma need you to book a flight down here Joshua🖤: is something wrong mamas? Mimi💓: Aaron wants me to come see him for dinner to discuss some things and I'm scared to be alone with him I just need you here if you could Joshua🖤: don't go just go home there's nothing for yall to discuss imma be there Mimi💓: I know you're very busy but I'm just scared Josh Joshua🖤: don't worry so much Mimi imma be there fasho just go home and lock the door okay? Mimi💓: aight then papa I love you so much Joshua🖤: I love you too

As I started my car, I tucked my phone into my purse, taking a moment to check that the coast was clear behind me before backing out of the parking lot and heading home for the day.

I arrived home safely and parked my car in the driveway. As I took my keys and purse from the passenger seat, I felt the need to glance around, ensuring that Aaron wasn’t nearby. With that reassurance, I made my way up the steps toward the front door.

My hands trembled uncontrollably as I finally managed to push the door open, quickly slamming it shut behind me. In the front room, I caught sight of Jasmine, her expression filled with concern as she looked at me.

"Bestie what's wrong? You look puzzled did something happen?" Jasmine asked.

"Aaron wants me to come see him for dinner tonight to "discuss" some things with him but I'm scared he might put his hands on me bestie." I said while sitting down on the couch.

"What?! Girl does Josh know about this?" She asked as I nodded my head. "I told him to book a flight to come just in case it does happen."

I barely had a chance to speak when I felt my phone vibrating in my purse. Jasmine quickly pulled it out and showed me the screen—it was Aaron calling. A wave of panic washed over me as I saw his name flash on the caller ID, leaving me unsure of how to respond.

"Don't answer it Mimi please don't answer it." She begged me.

I chose not to answer the call right away, but he called again, which frightened me. I found myself praying and hoping that Jey would arrive soon to keep me safe from him.

Once my phone went silent, a soft ding caught my attention. I quickly reached for my phone and noticed a text message from Aaron.

Pumpkin 🧡 sent two messages

Pumpkin🧡: don't be like this Miyori you know Jey is just going to cheat on you again

Pumpkin🧡: you can't be that stupid right? You might as well just be with me

I was in disbelief at what I was witnessing. Was this man really out of his mind? Did he honestly think I would return to him after everything? Yet, his words were gnawing at me. What if Jey really did betray me again? Would I be foolish once more for someone who had already broken my trust?

I managed to push that feeling aside, convinced he wouldn’t hurt me like that again. I was uncertain about replying to his messages; they felt so unsettling. Then, my phone buzzed once more.

Pumpkin🧡:  C'mon Baby you know I am right c'mere and bring yo ass outside

I glanced at the message once more, trying to wrap my head around it. He was actually here? All this time? I turned to Jasmine, then back to my phone, feeling overwhelmed and unsure of what to do next.

"I'm here for you bestie I promise I'm not letting you go through this alone."

"I'm fucking scared Jaz like for real, this man is fucking crazy and delusional as hell." I responded seeing a message from Jey popping up on my screen.

Joshua🖤 sent a message

Joshua🖤: I'm otw mamas don't worry aight?

I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I read the message, knowing that Jey was on his way to rescue me from this unpredictable man. I still can’t believe I ever dated him; I never saw the signs of his craziness.

We could hear the door slamming, and it was clear that it was Aaron on the other side, frantically pounding on it. His voice rang out, urging us to let him in before he resorted to kicking the door down.

"Miyori! Come open this fucking door!" Aaron shouted while kicking his foot into the door.

"Fucking leave Aaron! I'm not dealing with you about this! I already made my decision!" I shouted back as I was behind Jasmine.

"You're just a stupid bitch! You think he's really going to love on you again?! He's literally goin to cheat on you! Again!" I wasn't ready to listen—I really didn't want to hear any of this. I understand Jey; I know he made mistakes, but he has shown me that he can win my heart back once more.

I pressed my hands against my ears, trying to block out any words that might hurt me. My love for Jey was as deep as his love for me, and I knew he would do anything for my sake. Suddenly, the front door burst open, and Jasmine and I screamed as we saw him standing there, a smirk playing on his lips.

Jasmine stood firm, positioning herself protectively in front of me as Aaron approached, attempting to pull me away from her. "You might wanna back up Aaron, you're being crazy right now." He just chuckled at her darkly while tilting his head at her.

"I'm not acting crazy I just want her to know what's she's missing dealing with a nigga that cheated on her."

"But YOU cheated on her too so what makes you think that you're better than Joshua?" Jasmine argued back shoving him slightly.

In an instant, he pushed Jasmine to the ground and seized my hair, causing me to cry out in pain as I struggled to break free. He pulled my hair back sharply, forcing me to meet his threatening gaze, and it was clear he was not joking around.

"You know maybe if you were good in the bed and not be in your head a lot we could've stay together but now you're with your ex that would probably cheat on you again." He said.

"Fuck you! You fucking asshole!" I barked while spitting in his face.

He struck me hard across the face, gripping my hair tightly as I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks. With a cruel laugh, he hit me again, and in that moment, I desperately wished for Jey to arrive. I wasn't sure how much more I could endure.

"Look at you princess so pretty when you cry, c'mon cry some more for me." His voice was deep and resonant, sending a shiver down my spine.

As soon as he reached for me again, I collapsed to the ground, my eyes catching sight of another figure forcefully bringing Aaron down. But with each passing moment, my vision blurred, and I could feel my heart racing wildly, as if it might burst from my chest.

I found it hard to breathe, and for a brief moment, it felt as if the walls were closing in on me. I gasped for air, watching the room spin around me, and then suddenly, I collapsed to the floor, and everything went dark.

The final sound that reached my ears was Jasmine's frantic voice, desperately calling my name and shaking me with urgency, begging me to wake up. After that, everything went silent.

☞

JEY As I lay in bed, holding Miyori close while she peacefully slept against my chest, I gently stroked her face. My heart ached as I noticed the mark left by someone else's hand, a painful reminder of the hurt she had endured. It filled me with anger to think that someone could do this to her, all because she chose to be with me again. She deserved so much better.

As I examined my knuckles, now swollen and bruised, I realized it had been too long since I had to fight for someone I cared about so deeply. I felt a sense of relief that I arrived just in time to prevent things from escalating further. When she fell to the ground, a wave of fear washed over me. I noticed Jasmine desperately trying to rouse her, but her efforts were in vain.

Aaron had shoved me away and dashed off, leaving me to refocus on Miyori and her situation. I informed Jasmine that we would be staying at a hotel for the time being, and now here we are.

I noticed my phone buzzing with a call from Jimmy, and as I picked it up, I felt a mix of anticipation and curiosity.

OTP Twin📌: aye man I heard what happened from Jasmine is Mimi good? Jey📌: yeah she good she's just sleeping right now Twin📌: you managed to beat ol' dude ass or what? Jey📌: yeah I did but not enough but his bitch ass ran away before I could do anymore damage Twin📌: damn don't worry tho we gon catch him fasho Jey📌: yeah I hear you Uce Twin📌: so whatchu gonna do now since ol' dude running around knowing where she work and stay ? Jey📌: I'm thinking about bringing her on the road with us until the cost is clear because ion want nun else happening to her you know? Twin📌: I mean yeah since Jaida is gone and yall can have the bedroom together. Jey📌: but I don't know if she'll do that Twin📌: just ask whenever she wakes up just talk to her about it. Jey📌: imma talk to her when she wakes up Twin📌: if she does say yes you gon make sure she's covered? Jey📌: mmcht you know imma take care of her while we are on tour she may not like it because she likes to be miss independent but imma do it regardless Twin📌: aight just making sure but imma let you go I'll see yall tmr then? Jey📌: yeah Twin📌: aight Jey📌: aight

CALLED ENDED

I set the phone down on the small dresser beside the bed, glancing back at Miyori, who was sleeping soundly and snoring softly. A smile crept across my face as I watched her.

I gently ran my thumb along her lips, savoring their softness. As I leaned in to place a tender kiss on her mouth, I noticed her eyes slowly fluttering open, meeting mine with a warm, chocolate gaze.

I looked down at her with a warm smile, gently stroking her cheeks before lifting her chin with my hands. I leaned in to place another tender kiss on her lips, and I felt her respond to the moment.

"Hey, sleepy head, I see that you're awake." I said softly hearing her chuckle at me.

"How long was I out for?" Miyori asked.

"You was out for about like an hour or two." She gave me a nod, her fingers gently gliding over my tattooed chest as she admired the intricate designs of my tribal tattoos.

As my hand glided gently along her back, I traced soft circles, offering her comfort. I could feel her body easing into my touch, and the silence enveloped us. It was in this quiet that I found solace, allowing us to savor this shared moment without the need for words. "I thought you wasn't going to come and save me." She said.

I raised an eyebrow at her, "of course I was coming baby girl I didn't want nothing happening to you Mimi."

I could sense her shifting above me, positioning herself in a way that made me sit up against the headboard. My hands found their way to her hips, holding on tightly, while I felt her arms wrap around my neck.

"I'm glad you came."

"Me too, Ma that's why I need to talk to you about this."

She tilted her head a bit, a look of confusion crossing her face as I softly pressed my lips against her neck. "I want you to come with me on tour Ma, that way he won't be able to put his hands on you ever again and I'll make sure that you're covered." Miyori gazed at me with hesitation, torn between her responsibilities and the need for support. I understood her struggle; this was the only way I could shield her, even from a distance, as she faced this challenge on her own.

"Look I know how you feel about leaving your job and being up underneath me all the time, I promise you imma take care of you mamas I mean that shit."

"What if you get tired of me Josh? How am I supposed to know that we are good? Or how your demeanor changes?" She responded gently as I pressed another tender kiss against her neck. "I'll let you know mamas, I'm tryna do better for you and for us I want this to work." I softly placed kisses along her jawline, locking eyes with her as I watched her surrender to the sensations of my touch.

I could feel her hands gently pulling at my hair, and a soft groan slipped from my lips, a clear sign of my enjoyment. I moved my lips from her jawline to her own, playfully pinning her down on the bed as I intertwined our fingers together.

She raised her hips, giving me a clear signal to remove her shorts and delicate lace panties. As I did, I couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked, stirring a strong desire within me to explore further, but I held back for the moment.

I got between her thighs making her feel what she had done to me while she looked at me innocently as her hands with playing in my mullet.

"Look whatchu did to me baby girl." I whispered softly.

"I did this Papa? I gotchu all riled up for me huh?" She whispered back placing a kiss on my lips causing me to smirk.

"Mhm, you know just how to get me there mamas." With that she was tugging on my waistband begging me to take my grey sweats off for her while I shook my head causing her to pout. "Un-Un, lemme' take care of you first then you'll get whatever you want you hear me?" Miyori nodded her head obeying me while my face went between her legs.

I began massaging her pussy in slow circular motion as she arched her back by my touch, she felt so wet and all I did was place kisses down her body and she was soaked, I sticked two fingers inside of her slowly pumping them in and out hearing her sweet moans escaping her pretty lips.

"F-fuck..." she whimpered softly gazing down at me.

"look at you mamas, so fucking wet for me."

"J-Josh...Please..." I love it when she begs for me she knows who is in control this time. "What's up Ma? What'chu want huh? talk to me."

I sped up my pace with my fingers causing her to roll her eyes in the back of her head watching her lose consciousness gripping onto my biceps.

"Please...please...fuck me daddy please."

I smiled at her pulling my fingers out of her kissing her lips.

"See was that so hard huh? C'mere so I can take care of you mamas."

Me and her made love for the rest of the night with her screaming from the top of her us probably the neighbors could hear us and with me whispering nasty and vulgar things in her ear just to get her off before I did seeing the mess that she was making on me.

She was making those puppy eyes that just turned me on even more knowing that she was trying to get away from this shit giving her that reassurance.

"I know, I know, mamas keep taking it for me aight? There you baby girl...fuck." I whispered softly in her ear while hearing her whimpering.

In the heat of the moment, we completely missed the sound of her phone buzzing, the flash indicating she had received a message. It felt like something to address later, so we chose to focus on what was happening right then.

Pumpkin 🧡 sent a message

Pumpkin🧡: I see that you got your fucking mutt to save you but I promise you he won't save you after I'm done with his ass I promise you that.

IMPERFECT FOR YOU

A/n: Well Jey and Aaron have finally met will Jey be able to protect her from Aaron?

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below ⬇️

STAY UCEY.

[advluv4life]

1 and 8 for the tgr ask game?

-@aftgphoenix

I was really excited to get this! I just had work and homework and chores and errands but I’ve been so excited to talk about it! I also had to scroll through the book because there’s so many scenes for each of these questions. & I don’t trust myself not to pick and then just change my mind in five minutes, so I chose a few/couple of scenes that I love/can’t get out of my mind for both (& there’s more, like the entire book, but I tried to not go on too long).

1 - What is your favorite part?

Rhemann decking Zane. Easily. Handsdown. I’ve said it before, but if I wasn’t already in love with Rhemann prior to this moment…I would’ve fallen so hard.

Also, following that moment, when Jean tells Jeremy all the things he doesn’t want; he doesn’t want Jeremy to be like Zane, doesn't want Coach to be like Tetsuji, doesn’t want to teach Tanner contrition, doesn’t want to harm Cat even if he thinks she should have performed better, doesn’t want to go back to how things were before… “We will do it your way and we will win anyway.” Oh, my heart. I was in tears for multiple reasons but this moment healed a little bit of my heart. Seeing his progress and growth, and hearing him express things he’s come to realize over the course of both books. Oh my god, I was so proud of him. I am so proud of him.

Honorable Mentions:

The part after the banquet where Jean reflects on hearing people talk well about him had me crying tears of happiness.

Jean telling their opponent to have a winning day still makes me scream (and also the Trojans reactions lol)

When Jean tells his therapist that he deserves to get better (*tears*)

Jean’s reaction when Jeremy called Faser his ‘partner’. I think that protective!Jean is right up there with protective!Andrew for me.

The stairwell scene with Jean and Jeremy. I held my breath. Every time Jean grabs hold of his chin, or they demand the other look at them- and they can't help but listen. And it's as if they have no room for people in their peripherals when they are together.

Jeremy and Jean in the hotel room! Jean leaning over him, the blatant flirting, the painful confession of Jeremy's history-

Kevin and Jean’s interactions overall: “I hate you.” “Sometimes you do. I don’t care.” // “How long do you think you can hold [Queen of the U.S. Court] when you’re drinking poison?” “Always, the last person who tried to take it from me died. Checkmate.”

Literally probably any part where Jean mentions/quotes Neil (I’m very much biased here, I was craving Neil before the book’s release and I obsessed over his every mention, I’m not going to apologize, I’m already crossing my fingers that with the trial in the next book Neil and Jean will have wayyyyyyy more interactions). Some moments:

When Zane told him to admit he would have rather had Neil as a partner and Jean couldn’t deny it.

When he recalled Neil brushing off his warning about Ichirou in regard to Andrew “I’m sure he knows." as he comes to terms with his attraction to men not being wrong like Riko made it out to be.

Andrew and Jean’s conversation outside the interview.

“Pop. How easily these monsters die in the end.” quoting.

“It was Rhemann’s voice in his head, Rhemann’s and his friends’ and Neil’s, drowning out his miserable thoughts and excuses with unrelenting force.” -LITERAL crying as I type it now because this is definitely in my top 3 favorite quotes in the book. Just the fact that Neil is included in the list of people who he thinks of/hears as he puts his own wellbeing first moves my soul.

Okay, I’ll stop lol. I could go on and on and on.

8 - Which scene is living rent-free in your head?

This doubles as a favorite scene (of course):

Jean extending his list by adding ‘Fireworks’ but mainly him giving Wymack and Rhemann the title of ‘Fathers’. 

Jean remembering how he was told he was one of Rhemann’s kids and taking comfort in that- him being able to take comfort in that despite his own father being an awful awful man was just a lot to me. I think about it a lot. I think about and compare it to Kevin not calling Wymack ‘Dad’- even in private and then I think about how much Jean has faced and been forced to face and if that says anything about either one of them in regard to their progress and development after leaving the Nest- but I don’t want to get into that because people move at their own pace and they’re both safe now and in environments where they are loved and appreciated and can focus on themselves and things that make them happy. But I think about it a lot (‘a lot a lot a lot’ lol).

And Wymack calling him when he found out about the fire! My whole heart. I really didn’t expect that, maybe Renee or Kevin- possibly Neil (unlikely due to injury) but I didn’t expect Wymack and…I love him.

Another scene, Honorable Mention lol, for different reasons that isn’t as sweet and heartwarming- but where I had to pause and I also continuously mull over it, is when Jean is fighting Zane and Lucas comes in and instead of Zane continuing going after Jean he makes Lucas his target because he looks so much like Grayson.

Like, Zane betrayed Jean. He turned Jean over to Grayson and turned his back on him and yet going after Grayson is still so strongly ingrained in him…And Jean knew he would go after Lucas in that moment… It doesn’t make me like Zane. But it adds to the weight and complexity of the Nest and the Ravens’ mental states because before this we really only saw how quick they were to turn on Jean- and Zane did but Jean still saved his life and there’s still a part of Zane that is protective of Jean (though it’s not anything trustworthy because of his previous betrayal)- Still hearing Zane go off about how being Jean’s partner meant so much to him (even if it was for selfish reasons) and when Jean goes off about how it was a lost cause regardless, both because of Riko’s/the Ravens’ dislike of Jean but also because of the fact that Zane himself stood in the way of Riko/Grayson, put so much more stuff into perspective in regards to their relationship and how strained yet vulnerable it was. Why it was awful but also why it meant so much to both of them. (Okay I’m going to cry, I’m going to stop now). This moment/scene/fight silenced me. I was so mad and so sad and so…smh.

[valkyurii]

it’s funny how things have gone full circle with malenia. she was so hated when the game first came out, but then people grew to like her. then the dlc came out and now people hate her again lmao

[ceeceetumbles]

every day im thinking about aran hekiru every day im thinking how much he wants everyone to like him and how much everyone hates him and how disgusting he is how awful and how much of myself i see in him. every single day. i stare at him oozing acid from every pore screaming how his friends left him behind in hide and seek and i say, that is how i feel every day of my life. i stare at the acid dripping off of his skin and i feel just as sticky, just as gooey, just as gross. his hands shake and he stutters. he grapples for meaning wherever he can find it. he says, relationships are all life is, right? and shoves it deep down into his core and wraps himself around it. he's such a coward. aren't we all? he isn't made to be a ranger. he is made to sit at home and tremble in front of the television. alone. surrounded by rubbish he cant find the energy to put away. but he wants to do something, he wants to belong somewhere, all hekiru has ever wanted is to belong. he can belong here, with the rangers. he needs to belong here, with the rangers. and when that's threatened, his chest tightens like a vice and his skin melts around him. desperation flashes through his spinal cord. he needs to belong. he needs to belong. he will do anything anything anything anything so that these people don't look at him with hatred, disgust, disappointment. he's seen enough of that to last a lifetime. aran hekiru is a failure and a fraud. he feels it in the marrow of his bones. he lays awake at night and chokes on it. aran hekiru hates himself so entirely. and loves himself so deeply. he curls his fists around his good things. he has so much to offer the world. so much is locked inside of him. he is beautiful. special. if only someone took the time to see him. he latches onto every bit of attention he gets. you understand me, right? you understand me, right? someone sees me. someone sees me. someone cares. but no one really does, do they. no one really takes the time to look at hekiru. he's too nervous, too weird, too incompetent. they're kind to this quiet boy. but he makes them uncomfortable. he makes everyone uncomfortable. he makes himself uncomfortable. he is split in two. he hates himself. he loves himself. he understands their scorn. he begs for them to listen to him. he has so much he could offer. he could be such a good friend. aran hekiru is so, so angry. why wont anyone look at him? why won't anyone take the time for him? he cares so much. he cares so much about everyone. but no one will ever truly care about him, will they? it festers like a blister on the inside of his ribcage. he is so angry. so incompetent. so helpless. but when he holds that divine artifact, arms himself, turns his body into a living weapon, he feels power thrumming through his veins. the acid rolls off of his skin and it feels good. now they will look. now they will see. aran hekiru, junior third rank ranger. he is something now. strong. powerful. his hands tremble around the handle, gripping it too tight. if he messes up, they will hate him. everyone will hate him. aran hekiru is split down the middle, anxious and proud, furious and shy. i watch his nervous eyes and his messy gooey skin and his babbled words and i stare into a mirror. he's a disaster and a disgrace. so am i. so am i.

[loderlied]

sharing some thoughts about deactivating here because it’s been difficult pondering idk.

[deus-and-the-machina]

I think an underlooked part of what shaped jin’s mindset was how even back in Torna, he was considered “property”. He and Lora spent their whole lives avoiding the authorities of Torna because they believed would straight up execute Lora to get Jin back, and no one ever denies it. and this has seemingly been a fear since Lora was a child. Jin had to hide his face everywhere he went. Maybe Torna wouldn’t have been cruel enough to execute a child, especially since the king seemed decent(?) enough, if not a bit distant. But the fact it was even a fear at all for Lora since she was so young is just awful to think about. 

According to his past self’s journals, Jin and his old driver fought in a war of independence for Torna, perhaps what made him a hero to begin with. and because he’s a war hero for deeds he doesn’t even remember, the kingdom considers him owned by them. Which is on the nose in two different ways ngl. Both in how the Blades are seen and a wider metaphor of soldiers/state. idk it’s just very sad to think about

[ratatatastic]

scare the hoes more and keep yapping about ekky (& others) getting used to maffhew, it delights me. and say even more about how sasha handles this feral and sweet omega that gets dropped into his orbit. smth smth “feels like i’ve known him 10 years” or whatever vows sasha recited to the press, cameras, and god

apparently we are taking more tumblr user ratatatastic abo yap thoughts for 500 may god hear our screams up wherever he is. big man in the sky you fuckin owe me one.

i think theres so much in particular to say in concerns of 1619 and how quickly they gelled irl but even more so in an abo au

ive always enjoyed when people assign matthew stronger scents that take getting used to if you don't like it already and i know ive read a fic where his scent notes did skew towards stronger cinnamon foods/drinks

anyways on that note it wouldnt surprise me that sasha takes so easy to this spicy little omega.

Like of course he does, he smells like the pastries he used to eat back at home, the pastries he eats now because he's found an established Finnish bakery down here that makes them homemade every morning, the bakery he likes to frequent with the other Finns when he can.

Is it ever a wonder that the cute omega that sent him such a terribly sweet text when the trade news broke out (you know, after the initial excitement worn off because Sasha does chuckle at memory of the brash "Fucking, right!" that pinged on his phone the very first time from an unknown number) smells like... home... No matter all the rumours that have swirled around Matthew, the rumours Sasha has personally experienced himself playing against him...he smells nostalgic. Like Sasha could be at home right now—you know, home home—lounging outside his cottage with tea and pastries on the little table that he's set out. The warm cinnamon that wafts from the typically sterile room they've assigned for pressers smells divine, for lack of a better word. It smells indulgent. Because Sasha can't have those homely pastries all the time, what, with his training regiment.

It's why he doesn't quite believe it that Matthew's the one that's the centre of it all. He's absolutely convinced he's hallucinating because the season is about to start and he's had to cut back on all his favourite sweets as much as it pains him to but for the betterment of the team? He'd do anything. And yet despite the way he rubs at his nose to at least try to clear it, he smells that cinnamon. That cinnamon that's definitely coming from new omega they traded over who's laughing so obnoxiously at the lectern they have set up that if his scent didn't catch your attention, his loud mannerisms certainly did. His voice is practically bouncing off the walls in big loud echoes that should hurt Sasha’s ears. Emphasis on should. As it is he finds his heart melting more than it should instead.

It's been quite a long time since someone's scent has moved him this much. All the people that have, have been in his life for so long he's forgotten what it's like to feel instant scent compatibility. His nostrils are flaring and he's trying his best not to open his mouth to huff in big gulps of it because it's rather impolite to be so obviously scenting the new guy. It could be misconstrued as Sasha taking offence to the new presence in the room.

Some part of his brain is still trying to catch up to the idea that Matthew even smells at all because the first time he met him (down here for some joint offseason ice-time) he didn't particularly smell like much, if at all really. Whether it's because he put on blockers to not intrude on pack territory until he smelled more like them, or he was still on suppressants even in the summer, Sasha wasn't sure and he definitely wasn't going to ask about it.

Known him for 10 years? He feels like he's known him his whole life. But 10's a safe number, 10's a number that won't scare off this new omega, right? 10's a number that conveys "As Captain I want this to work out, I'm opening up my pack for you, I won't shun you, you're welcome here," and not "If I stick my nose in your neck right now to scent you, they're gonna have to forcibly evict me from the new home I've found in you, and it's not gonna be a pretty outcome."

It's also why he's a little nervous when Media Day is over because despite how much it dragged along in years past it practically blitzed by and now Sasha has to—

You know, properly scent the new addition. Give them the purring acceptance of their Pack leader's scent to carry with them. And it's nothing big, it's just some chaste wrist rubbing... something subtle and not too overwhelming for everyone: the pack, and the newcomer alike. It's not like Sasha is going to mouth at Matthew's neck glands. He doesn't think he can even handle that right now but that's a problem for future Sasha—for when Matthew is really part of the pack and not like a goldfish in a plastic bag being dunked into an aquarium to get used to the water temperature. He just has to rub his wrist against his, it's like basic Alpha etiquette. It'll be fine, mostly. He hopes.

And it's as anticlimactic as he thought it'd be: gentle reintroductions and reignited chatter of excitement about the new season that's about to start... maybe just with the new lingering scent of sweet and spice in the background as if someone lit up a candle without Sasha even noticing it. It's a struggle to keep his eyes from closing from how heavy they feel, from how relaxed he feels in the presence of this new omega he knows has pissed him off on several occasions as composed as he was about it.

Matthew presents his wrist in a flourish successfully managing to divert his attention back to what they're supposed to be doing all alone like this in the dressing room like this, "I'm sure you've been dying to do this huh, Cap?"

Sweat starts to break out at the back of his neck. He knows? Sasha doesn't think he's been sending off any signals that could've hinted otherwise but Sasha admits that he's well out of practise, he hasn't had to reign in his scent this much in such a long time, and maybe Matthew picked up his weird fixation—

Matthew waggles his eyebrows for extra effect an offbeat later when the joke doesn't seem to land the way he wanted it to.

Oh, thank Christ, he's just teasing him. It's a joke. He doesn't actually mean it in the way Sasha thought he meant.

"Yes. Yes, I have," Sasha chuckles in relief, shaking his head at Matthew's attempt to lighten the mood.

"10 years, or so I've heard, bud."

"You heard? Uh, listened to the..." he trails off.

"Kinda hard not to when the setup made it sound like you were in the middle of the Earth, my guy. I don't think my ears are ever gonna recover from that."

"It's the first day for everyone," Sasha lightly chastises, not particularly aggrieved at all but wanting to keep up the banter to stall for time, so he can prepare himself. Quite honestly he feels like travelled back in time to the young anxious Alpha he was breaking out into the league for the first time.

"Be gentle, I bruise easily."

"Right, gentle. I'll treat you better than my clothes on the delicate cycle."

"Is that supposed to be a line?" Matthew says in glee, his voice pitching into incredulity.

"Line like fishing?"

"Oh, come on! You know what I'm talking about! You've been in this country long enough to pick up on that!"

"Yes, yes, that."

Matthew shoves at his shoulder playfully. "Just go on and do the thing already."

"Doing the thing."

Matthew snorts but his wrist is limp in Sasha’s hold. And as much as it was a dumb joke he does feel delicate between his fingers like that. So delicate that when he rubs his own wrist against his—to transfer over their pack scent—he feels like he's going to break it if he holds onto it for too long. It's why he drops it as quick as he took it, hands scrambling to his sides in an effort to remain polite but also to get a handle on himself so his pheromones don't go haywire with the new stimulus. It's a bit of a losing battle because he knows his scent just. But he can play it off as the excitement of an Alpha being able to claim another member to his pack, it's a possessive kind of thing.

"Well, see you around! Call it a hunch but I have a feeling we'll be seeing more of each other." And the joke wasn't funny the first time, truly the equivalent of leaning on the office fax machine and going "You come here often?" to your coworkers who just want to get their work done—and just as sleazy too with the greasy grin Matthew has permanently stuck to his face but Sasha still laughs like he did the first time he heard it.

And it's only now that Matthew is gone that Sasha realises the room smells strongly of cinnamon, so potent that anyone with a working nose would be able to tell that. Like Matthew was doing his best to ease Sasha’s obvious nerves when Sasha should've been the one to calm the omega who's been uprooted from their own pack and thrown into a completely new environment, himself.

"Jesus, it reeks in here. Smells like cinnamon," Aaron wrinkles his nose, wandering back in after his own media duties were done, finding Sasha all alone in the locker rooms.

"It does?" Like he can't tell the room smells like the equivalent of someone knocking over a Yankee Candle into an open fire.

"Yeah, like an awful lot." Aaron scrunching up his nose, trying to fight off an incoming sneeze. "It's strong," he says without thinking, swallows before his eyes shift over to Sasha and then to the floor, "Not bad just... strong..." The I can get used to it is left unspoken between them.

"I like it," Sasha admits because if Aaron is confessing to things without thinking then he might as well too. They've known each other long enough.

"I can tell." Aaron snorts, "You reek too."

Sasha lets out a questioning little noise, tilts his head to the side as he silently urges Aaron to continue.

"You have no idea what cinnamon and cardamom smell like together, do you? I feel like I walked into a bakery when I should be at the gym right now."

"Is that bad?"

"For you? No, of course not," Aaron's eyes soften, and while his scent wasn't anywhere close to abrasive, it does lighten up just a tad bit in the presence of his pack Alpha. "For me? I'd rather dunk my head in a bucket of coffee beans." A bit of an exaggeration on Aaron's part but the wry grin he has on really adds to the fact he's just joking—just a little, maybe there's some truth hidden in there. He knows how Aaron is, the way he tries to downplay anytime he bristles about something. Peace and vibes, and all that.

So Sasha can joke as well, "Forsy's stall is over there," and motions his head towards it across the room.

"Oh, hilarious."

"If I was funny I would say jock."

"You know, what? I think I will hit the gym today, thanks for reminding me."

"Mmm, anytime." And when Aaron's half out the door he adds, "Ask the staff where they put the jerseys we used today!"

"I'm going! To the gym!" he echoes back, not bothering to turn around as he shuffles down the hall in a hurry, and decidedly not going in the direction of the gym. It's not surprising when he hears chatter pick up and shoes scuffing briskly into the direction of the laundry rooms.