#kindly leave me alone bye

[hees-mine]

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬

Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader

Synopsis: After your parents go on vacation, that just gives you more time alone to play with your big Bubba.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, stepcest, step brother, fingering, possessiveness, inexperienced reader, kissing, pet names, cursing.

If you're uncomfortable with step relationships, this is not for you, so please kindly click off. Also they are both consenting adults. This is a work of fiction.

Genre: 18+, smut, minors do not interact!

WC: 1,944k

PART ONE PART TWO

“Bye! Make sure you stay safe and take care of your little sister, okay?” Your mom tells heeseung, who’s standing next to you at the door with his arm draped over your shoulder.

“I will! See you next week.” He smiles and hugs you closer to his side.

“Bye!” You wave to your parents as they make their exit for their vacation.

Heeseung shuts the door, locking it down for the night as he turns to you, his index finger tilting your chin to make you look up at him. “Let’s go get ready for bed.” he takes your hand in his, leading you to the bathroom to take a shower together.

You stand still as he turns on the water and gets the shower ready.

He pulled off his shirt and noticed your unmoving figure in the corner of his eyes. “Something wrong?” His voice was laced with concern as he steps closer to you and places his hands on your hips.

“Want Bubba to undress me” you huff.

He smiles so wide that his cheeks hurt cause he can’t take your cuteness. “Okay,” laughing, he grips the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your upper half and biting his lip upon seeing your nipples harden when they meet the cool air in the bathroom.

Proceeding on, he holds onto the waist of your shorts and lowers them to your ankles, which allows you to step out of them. The sight of your bare core made him gasp in surprise. He didn’t know you weren’t wearing any panties all day. “Your turn, bubs” Your words make him focus back on you as you drag his pants and underwear down in one go, your face being leveled with his soft cock as you innocently stare up at him.

The sight below stirred something within him as the image of you on your knees giving him head was hard to erase from his mind, but he’d have to wait until later for that. He gives you his hand, helping you up from the floor. “Come on, sis,” he guides you into the shower, stepping in first and helping you in after.

After you shower, he dries you off and helps you blow dry your hair cause you insisted, which he thought was adorable, by the way. Then you went into your separate rooms, changing into your favorite sleepwear while he did the same in the room next to yours.

You both met in the hallway, and you followed him to the couch as he sat down and patted his lap. “Come watch a movie with your big bubba.” You gladly take a seat on his lap while he finds a movie for you two to watch.

Half an hour into the movie, you felt that familiar poke under your butt, and you rubbed your legs together slightly, which Heeseung noticed right away cause he was paying more attention to you than the movie anyways.

He placed his palm on your thighs, kneading them softly as he turned to look at you. “Wanna take these off?” He tugged on your shorts, not knowing you still weren’t wearing any panties this time either.

“Yes, Bubba.” They were wet, sticking to your thighs, and uncomfortable, and you wanted to take them off.

“Sit up for your bubba.” You didn’t think twice and stood up for him to take off your shorts. When he caught sight of your bare bottom, he couldn’t help but groan.

He joined you, standing up and dropping his clothes right away, too impatient to feel your skin on his. “Bubba,” you moaned as he pressed himself against you and rested his hands on your hips, feeling his warm hardness on your lower back.

He moaned as soon as he felt you and buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving tiny little kisses as he swayed his hips back and forth. “You’re always so wet, sissy” he cupped your hand, dragging his palm over your core, and you shuddered at the feeling. “If anything makes you uncomfortable, just let me know, okay?” He whispers and slides his hands up to fondle your beautiful breasts.

“Bubba could never make me uncomfortable,” you say in a small voice, squirming against him.

He smiles at that. “Sit back down on Bubba, yeah?” he rested on the couch, situating you sideways on his lap and spreading you open as he held his dick, pressing it on your pussy, giving your tiny little clit a massage with his thick pink tip.

“Bubs,” you whined and pressed your face into his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Does my cock feel good, sissy?” He tapped his fingertips on your lower back, still brushing the head against your soaked pussy.

“C-cock?” You looked at him, clear confusion in your eyes from never hearing that word before.

“Yeah,” he whispers and looks between his legs. “Is my cock making you wet?”

You nodded shyly. “Your cock feels good?” You said more as a question, and the uncertainty in your eyes made him smile.

“Mm-hmm, that’s right, my little sissy” he kisses away the pout on your lips, replacing his cock with his fingers, easily slipping inside you from how lubricated you’ve become.

“Bubba,” you mewl, and he does nothing to quiet your sounds because he’s been waiting so long to hear you cry out his name in pleasure.

He plunged his two thick long fingers inside your aching cunt spreading your tight walls out perfectly.

You leaned down, panting against his chest as your body quivered on his lap. “Hear that? It’s so wet you’re soaking for your big bubba.” his brows crease together, his own breath becoming hot and heavy as his fingers slide in and out with ease. “Do you want to sit on my cock, sissy?” He groans, slowly humping your thigh as he gets you off with his fingers, his thumb landing on your swollen, pulsing clit to make you cum.

“Yeah, big b-bubba,” you stutter as you feel warmth spreading throughout your entire body. “B-bubs?” You moan out, and he stares at your fucked out expression.

“Cum for Bubba cum on my fingers, sissy” he circled your clit faster and faster.

“Cumming, Bubba!” you whine so loud, and he can’t wait to have you bouncing and moaning on his dick.

“Good little sissy,” he caresses you down, petting your lower back and rubbing your walls, gently pressing on your clit until you’re like putty on his lap. “Learning so quick” he lifts you up like you weigh nothing and makes you straddle his lap as his hard dick rests on his lower abdomen. “Do you wanna make Bubba feel good too?” You nod, but you frown cause his shirt is still on.

“This needs to come off first,” you whine and paw at his shirt clumsily, taking it off, and he can’t help but laugh softly.

“Sissy,” he moans, melting into the couch when you grab his cock and start pumping it just like he taught you.

“Is this okay?” You tilt your head slightly, a curious look in your eyes as he gulps and tries to catch his breath.

“Yes, little sis, feels so good.” he laid his head back, closing his eyes while you jerked him off. You were doing just fine. “Such a good little sister.” he placed his hands on your hips, gripping the flesh occasionally. He didn’t have time to even register what you were doing before his tip was sinking inside of your heat. “Uhh,” he moans, and you had never heard him sound like that before, but you liked it a lot even though it made you feel kinda shy.

His eyes shot down, darting to where your bodies connected, and his eyes rolled back in his head, feeling you flutter on his huge cock.

A series of high-pitched moans fell from his lips as he threw his head back and lifted your hips up and down at a fast pace, the wet sounds filling up the living room instantly as he pounded your tight little cunt. “Fuck sissy, so good,” he whines. “You’re so tight.” his chest heaves, and you can’t help but notice his neck on display, so you lean down, kissing him there the same way he kissed you. “Bubbas gotta cum” he looks down where his thick cock splits you open, your pussy looked so small and cute, sucking him deep within your bruised walls. “Look, sissy” your eyes shift down to where his cock slips in and out of you. “See my cock in there? That’s mine. Only Bubba can be in there, okay?”

“Yes, bubba,” you whine out, legs shaking uncontrollably. It felt so full in your hole, and he was so deep in there.

“Yeah? All bubbas, all mine, all for me” he digs his feet into the carpet, bucking up into you like a wild animal, balls smacking your ass with every thrust as you babble incoherently helplessly clenching around his thick cock, making it impossible not for him to cum in you.

He looks you deep in the eyes as you stare into his own whimpering softly. “Gonna make you warm, sissy” he grips your hips filling you up to the hilt with his thick white creamy cum. “Sissy,” he moans while twitching inside your soaked core.

The way you continuously moan out loud makes his head spin as more ropes of seemingly endless streams of cum fill your insides.

The warmth and the way he rubs your swollen bud makes you cry out even louder, nails digging into his back as your toes curl and all your muscles feel tight, your heart pounds in your chest, and your eyes squeeze shut. “Bubs,” you whimper, legs giving out as your lower body clenches around his cock snug and tight.

“Cum on my cock, sissy, just like that,” he pants, veins popping and body covered in sweat as he rubs you off until your legs clamp shut and you can’t take anymore.

His cock throbbed deep inside you as you lay limp on his lap, knees pulled together and still stuck on his big cock. “Bubba,” you mewl. Everything feels so sensitive, and you feel so weak as you snuggle up to him, searching for his warmth again to comfort you and calm you down.

He huffs out a long breath, still coming down from the aftermath. “Come give your big bubba a kiss.” You lean into him, pressing your lips on his as he holds you, caressing your shoulder as you catch your breath. “Wanna sleep with Bubba tonight?” He picks you up and walks towards his bedroom.

“Yes,” your eyes gleam with joy when he takes you to his room and laid you down on his bed. You’ve always wanted to sleep with him in his room, but you were too shy to tell him. “Wear this, sissy” he smiles and hands you a clean shirt of his and disappears into the bathroom before returning with a warm cloth, wiping the wetness from between your legs.

He tossed the rag in the bathroom, shutting off the lights and getting into bed with you. “Sleep now, Bubbas got you.” he kissed your forehead, hugging your body to his big warm chest.

“Night, bubs,” you mumbled, lips in a pout as sleep took over you.

“Night, sissy,” he hums softly and pulls the blankets around you, cuddling up even closer to you before drifting off to sleep with a smile on his face thinking about all the days you and him have left to yourselves for playtime.

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[kookinglikeachef]

Y/N is Jungkook’s American neighbor and the walls between their apartments are paper-thin.... and I think you can come up with the rest iykwim

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kookinglikeachef: There’s just something about neighbor!Jungkook hearing you get off that’s so hot to me and the language barrier is even hotter.

“Hi, hello” - English

‘’Bye, goodbye’’ - Korean

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The scent of the Ramyeon takeout bagged in Jungkook’s hands is enough to make his knees buckle. It’s been a long day of straining his muscles from difficult choreography and leaving the studio to realize he left his keys inside and had to climb six flights of stairs again because the elevator was out of order.

He can practically hear his sofa calling his name, can taste the cold bottles of beer that sit in his fridge. He’s a twenty-seven-year-old K-Pop star and he’s spending his Saturday night alone with a takeaway.

Someone who isn’t doomed to the same sad fate is Y/N, his neighbor who’s all dressed up in something that compliments your skin perfectly, as you’re locking the front door and shoving your keys into the tiny clutch you’ve got hanging from your shoulder on a thick silver chain when you noticed him.

“Oh, hey,” you greet softly in Korean, offering a bright and friendly smile. Jungkook smiles back when he hears it, chest swelling. You’re beautiful, there’s no denying that. But hearing you try to speak his language is what sends him over. Even if your pronunciation wasn’t great.

He’s never seen you dressed in anything other than jeans and a t-shirt or your work uniform. He’s never been given the opportunity to see you in an elegant manner, to notice new parts of your body he can suddenly imagine himself gripping.

He clears his throat and smiles wider.

“Hello. You.. look.. lovely, very beautiful,” he compliments you kindly in English, fingers fiddling with his keys to keep him busy. He watched you blush at his comment, how you pursed your lips to hide your shy smile and it makes him fucking throb.

You knew who he was, of course, you did. You bumped into him six months ago when he was moving in next door. You didn’t recognize him at first, not until you were at his apartment door trying to welcome him to the building and LA that you stared at him with wide eyes and a breathy, “oh wow, aren’t you that guy from that really popular Korean group?”

Okay… so maybe you didn’t know who he was, but you were on the right track.

“Thank you,” you broke from your trip down memory lane and take him in.

He had his usually dinner in hand and his body slightly slouching from exhaustion. You rarely seen him out with friends but your schedules were usually very different.

You hummed, trying to remember in your choppy Korean, "You want come on me and my friends?”

Jungkook bites his lip ring and looked down at the floor, laughing. You stared at him, confused, but still could not help smiling at his attractive laugh.

“No..” he looked back up, still giggly. “No come.”

You nodded, shrugging your shoulders. “Goodnight, then.” You say in English as you waved your hand softly in a bid of goodbye.

“Be safe,” Jungkook says tenderly, a wholesome smile on those pink lips. He waited until you rounded the corner before he unlocked his door and kicked off his shoes.

Jungkook gently tossed the takeout bag on the coffee table on his way to the kitchen, grabbing bottles of beer by their necks with his looped fingers, kicking the fridge closed behind him. His entire apartment is dark but he doesn’t see the point in turning any lights on when he knows the TV works just fine.

There’s only an ounce of loneliness for Jungkook when he eats his dinner alone and watched some sappy rom-com k-drama on Netflix when he turned the television on. He doesn’t long for his friends but a secret part of him craves for his neighbor.

He wondered what it’d be like for you to be cuddled into his side as you’d both watch the movie. Wonders if you’d laugh at certain parts and crane your neck up to pepper soft kisses to his pink lips. Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, trying to rid the thoughts of you from his mind.

But it’s proven a little more difficult when he takes to his shower and the water is running down his tense and naked body. He struggles to not think about you on your knees, touching and kissing up his thighs.

He has to swallow back the lump in his throat and blinks away the urge to touch himself to the thought of you. He refused to be that kind of guy. So instead, when his hand still starts to wrap around his hardening cock, he thinks of the most disgusting thing he can and gets out of the shower.

Jungkook plays the guitar for a bit of the evening, humming along to tunes to pass the time away. Somewhere through singing “baby we two distant strangers, I know you don't speak my language”, he catches sight of the clock on the wall and he’s confused as to how it’s already a little past midnight.

It’s when he’s locking his door and crawling into bed that he hears a soft giggle muffled from the wall behind his head. He knows that giggle to be of yours and it’s only just occurring to him that perhaps your bedroom is mirroring his.

He’s kicking off his sweats as he throws his cover over his almost naked body and he can hear another sweet giggle fall from your lips. He tries not to let the sound affect him, he knows what’s about to go down past midnight for you.

You’ve brought someone home.

He can hear soft moans slipping from your lips but there’s a high, robotic voice that announces the Bluetooth is successfully connected and he knows he’s about to hear your fuck playlist. The thought sends a thrill through his body and he knows he’s unlikely going to get any sleep tonight.

He’s about to get up, to move to the sofa in the living room, to not be disrespectful and a perv by listening to you getting off with some one night stand, but he hears a familiar low sounding synthesizer and bass muffled through the paper-thin walls and his eyes are bulging.

“Feelin' like I'm floatin'. Something's in the air tonight.”

You’re giggling again and he can hear your body fall to the bed – the bed that’s very clearly pushed up against the same wall that his is and he hears it creak under your weight, feels the wall tremble slightly as your bedframe knocks against it.

His hand finds its way in his boxers before he can fully comprehend what he’s doing. He’s rock fucking hard, and he kicks off his boxers and his sheets, leaving him sprawled on his back, completely bare.

Jungkook hears your soft whimpers, can hear your hum in appreciation even over the thumping of his song. He doesn’t know what’s turning him on more.; the fact that he can hear you getting off and moaning out, or that you’re listening to him while another man fucks you.

Either way, his hand is wrapped tight around his length, thumbing over his oozing tip. He thinks of how you must be, how you’d look completely naked and sprawled out on the bed for him. Jungkook imagines himself on top of you, kissing every inch of your body and wrapping his lips around your swelling nipples. He thinks he can taste you on his tongue, can feel your fingers tugging at his hair.

“Oh, shit,” you gasped through the wall. He can imagine your eyes rolling back when he finally sheathes himself inside you, can see the look of ecstasy on your face when your jaw falls slack and your body quivers. He knows you’d feel him deep in your stomach.

“Fuck,” he pants out breathlessly. He’s tugging at his dick, spitting down on it to get it a little wet. He knows you’re so much wetter on the other side of the damn wall. Jungkook’s head is thrown back in his pillow, eyes shut tight and he knows he’s breaking a sweat that’s dotting at his hairline.

Everything feels surreal, like he’s in his own personal heaven with a touch of hell. You’re crying out for more, begging for it deeper, harder, and he finds himself fucking into his fist the way you’re desperate for.

Jungkook can’t focus on anything other than your sweet fucking cries that sounds fucking otherworldly against his song. It’s when he stops singing that you really let yourself go, filthy fucking moans and whines and God he wishes he could watch you.

You’re trembling and begging as the instrumental plays out, and Jungkook can’t handle it.

Gruff moans are slipping past his lips and he does nothing to try and conceal them. His tatted arm is burning a naked fire in his muscles but he fucks his cock harder, his other hand fondling with his lonely balls and he wants to feel them slap at your ass as he pounds you into your creaky mattress.

He can feel the coil tightening in his stomach, the way his cock starts to twitch. His imagination grows wild and it’s like he’s on top of you, hand around your throat as he shoves his cock in you repeatedly, senselessly. He thinks he can taste your tongue on his. He thinks he can feel your nails scratching down his back.

Jungkook’s mind takes him to sinful places. He can see himself spitting on your tongue, see you swallowing it. He can hear your voice echoing through his ears like a fucking prayer.

“Please. JK!” Even through your cries, your imperfect Korean was the hottest he’d ever heard. Your bed is creaking louder than before and he knows your thighs are fucking trembling as you came around the stranger’s cock. Jungkook’s got his hand and thighs covered in thick ribbons of white arousal and when his eyes flutter open, through blotched white vision, he can see you kneeling between his thighs and licking him up.

He’s completely fucked as he hears his song mellow out and you aren’t moaning anymore. Instead, he can hear your breathless, pretty giggles and your little pants for breath. He stays where he is for a second, eager to see what else he can hear. Your bed creaks again and he supposes the stranger has got up to clean themselves off. But he doesn’t hear you anymore and the song changes to complete and utter silence.

He doesn’t hear the bed creak again or any other noise from your side of the wall, and when it nears 1 am, he figures you two are sleeping.

Jungkook doesn’t sleep the entire night. He can’t. He’s kept awake with the thrill and guilt of listening to his neighbor have sex through the bedroom wall. Or is it with the thrill and guilt of pretending that it was him? He isn’t sure, even after thinking about it all night.

He’s been in the living room, strumming notes on the guitar and plucking inspiration out of his frazzled brain. He doesn’t hear anymore movement from your apartment or the hall for the rest of the night. The narcissistic part of Jungkook wants to catch who the stranger is. Wants to know if his song playing while you had sex, was a coincidence or if your lover for the night holds any resemblance to him.

But as closely (and creepily) as he listens, he doesn’t hear any sign of someone sneaking out and he wonders if maybe it’s not a stranger and perhaps you’d been seeing someone? He doesn’t know why but the thought makes his jaw tick.

It’s 6 am when he’s going downstairs to check his little mailbox, doing something to pass the early morning and to possibly sneak a peek at the stranger. Jungkook thinks 6 am is a reasonable time to sneak out of a brief lover’s arms. And he thinks he’s about to hit the jackpot when he’s about to unlock his door and yours opens.

You’re yawning as you tug your jacket on your shoulders; wearing your work clothes. He frowns with a smile when you notice him.

You’re alone.

His heart is hammering in his chest because you had no idea he heard every word you muttered last night.

“Good morning, Jungkook,” you say in Korean. And he’ll try to respond in English. It’s kind of a thing between you two. And the only thing.

“Good morning.” He smiles. “Um.. fun.. night?” He asks.

“Amazing… uh… night.” You tried.

“Night,” he says in Korean.

“Night.” You repeated. “Amazing night.”

A proud smile spreads over his pierced lips.

“Lucky night,” his smile turns cheeky.

You stifle a loud laugh, playfully hitting his shoulder.

He wonders if you think he’s being nosy, being creepy. Or maybe if you’ve realized that he heard you. But your friends have embarrassed you in front of Jungkook enough times in passing for that statement to be absolutely normal between the two of you—always joking about how lucky you get with guys from the bar.

He was usually still at the studio by the time you’d come home for him to find out if it were true.

“Not a chance. Came home alone, went to bed alone,” you spoke carefully for him to understand and blushed inwardly.

Jungkook just nods along with a smile still resting on his lips and he doesn’t say anything back, his eyes are too glued to your own lips, the sound of your moans still ringing in his ears.

Then… a beat.

You came home alone and went to bed alone? But by the sounds that Jungkook remembers, you were definitely doing something with his voice filling your ears and room… unless…

Oh…

Oh.

[whateverisbeautiful]

♥️Reveling in Richonne - TOWL

#18: The Broken Bliss (1.03)

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“Bye” ended up being a fitting title for episode 3, both to complete the “Years Gone Bye” thing in homage to the TWD pilot "Days Gone Bye" and also because there were several shocking goodbyes in this episode. Including in this teaser where Rick is forced to kiss his hopes of escaping with Michonne goodbye 😢...

I really enjoy the ride of ep 3 and can now find the humor in things from this episode, but y’all, I wasn't as lighthearted when I first watched. I was so sad for both Michonne and Rick as they had to navigate both the elation and the complications that had come with finding each other again.

Like seeing the way crippling fear was fogging Rick’s perspective and the way Michonne was starting to feel like she’s gonna have to figure out how to bring her family back together all by herself. It was a lot. 🥺 But it was all very interesting. Also, even in an episode where Rick and Michonne spend a large chunk of it in a marital fight, I love that their love for each other is still extremely blatant. 

So first, in the episode one recap that played before episode 2 they start with Okafor talking about how As are sent away and killed and I know they included that because the Civic Republic has now just brought in the most A person that could ever A - Dana Bethune aka Michonne Grimes.

Then, the episode opens with a flashback from years ago as we see a line of consignees' shoes and then we know it’s Rick when we see his signature boots that are hanging on by a thread. That man is loyal to the core, even to his boots. 😋

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The CRM says, “This is gonna be your home someday soon” but you know Rick knows this place will never be home.

He walks and takes in the place, turning around to observe some windmills and buildings. This shows how he's an A unlike the other consignees because he's assessing this place rather than just going along with things.

As he turns and walks alone past different booths, I remember just thinking how he would so much rather be walking hand in hand with Michonne and Judith right now. Or, if this wasn’t a place you can’t leave, he’d want to be enjoying this little farmers market cuteness with them. 

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As he walks he hears Jadis ask for a napkin and he turns to her and it’s clear of all the familiar faces he could have been stuck with in the CRM Jadis is not one he’d ever choose.

She’s all smirking as she greets him and is just casually talking about the fries and I was so annoyed to see Jadis acting like she didn’t full-on pluck Rick away from his wife and daughter seemingly for good. Also, Jadis wasting those fries is added to the long list of why she's trifling. 😑 

Rick hesitantly walks with Jadis and she starts to explain how her Heapsters group from s7 would give lost souls who needed saving to the CRM and also they’d give people who are threats to the CRM in exchange for supplies. Jadis says she waited for Rick’s orientation so they could talk which I’m sure he prefers she didn’t lol.

She shares that the CRM keeps asking her what they should ask Rick and she hopes Rick will say he’s looking for someone to follow…but uh he already found someone with a sword to follow years ago at the prison. 😌

Jadis tries to be chummy with Rick saying he can talk to her because the CRM can’t surveil them here and Rick gets straight to addressing the audacity of the matter when he reminds Jadis, “You brought me somewhere I can’t leave.”

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The way Rick says that first line, you know he feels this is the worst punishment keeping him away from his family. He does not view this as being saved but being trapped. 

(Side note: whatever that rebar recovery process was like for Rick leading up to this point treated him very kindly because they had him looking especially fine in this scene, just saying.😊 Also, for the longest time Season 8 Rick held the title of Rick's finest era to me, but Rick's TOWL era holds the title now without question 👌🏽)

Jadis says she could have chosen to let him die on the riverbed or told the CRM he was a threat. She notes how the CRM doesn’t take chances but she did because she owed him. At least she knows that much. 😒

Rick asks why she’s not also working consignment and idk why Jadis is all smirky but she is and Rick knows she doesn’t have to work consignment because she trafficked him. And they wonder why she’ll never be redeemable in my eyes. Like she basically sold Rick to this place as almost a currency to upgrade her life. Trash in all the ways. 😤🗑

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So Rick has one of those quick pissed smiles and walks away from Jadis but she follows after him to tell him that she’s enlisting in this place and she’s gonna sign up and move up the ranks because she believes in the CRM and its 500-year plan “to recreate the world as it was, better than it was.”

And while the way CRM folk buy into the 500-year plan definitely was giving cult vibes I can at the very least empathize with how they all might feel excited about the idea of the world potentially regaining normalcy after years of an apocalypse. However, their means of regaining normalcy through mass killings is atrocious.

Rick looks like he’s barely listening as Jadis tries to sell why this place is so great and why it’s the future. She says joining this place’s mission to change the world seems like a perfectly fine way to spend a life. But like girl, that may be the case if you didn't have a family and were community-less…but Rick has a whole wife and kid(s) at home and there’s no other way he’d rather spend his life than with them.

Jadis says, “The people that we left behind - their children’s children will have a world.” Can we start first with Rick even meeting his child RJ before people start recruiting him to a life of servitude for the children’s children?? And “people we left behind” is annoyingly phrased as if among those people isn’t Rick’s wife and daughter and as if he willingly left them behind. 😑

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I love that Rick gets fed up and stops to look right at her with his steely eyes as he tells her point blank “I’m going home.” Now that was some signature Rick Grimes and I love it. 👏🏽

It makes me happy to see how absolutely determined he was to make it back home and also sad knowing that it would be so much harder than he could have ever expected at this moment.

But also I’m glad that he wanted to make this so clear to Jadis who really seemed to think Rick would just be cool with building some all-new life here. She tried it to capacity but I’d expect nothing less from her. 😪

Jadis knows Rick is serious and that she should back off when she just tells him, “Follow your bliss, Rick. But I did save your life. That is what happened” She really stays ticking me off with each thing she says and does and we haven’t even cut to the present yet where she pisses me off on another level. 🙃

Rick looks at her pissed too as he walks away from her because yes she kept him from dying that day of the bridge explosion but her actions ultimately led to Rick having to endure a far more painful death - the death where you’re still alive but a shell of who you once were, filled only with the ache from being torn from your loved ones. 

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As Rick walks away, Jadis has to put the cherry on top of the tried-it sundae and tell Rick, “You’re welcome.” 🙄

There is a moment when Rick hears this and sorta tilts his head like he’s gonna turn around and say something back. And knowing how willingly petty Rick can be toward Jadis I’m sure he had something real slick and insulting to say. But he smartly decides not to cause a scene as he keeps walking forward.

They also have Rick stop for a moment as he seems to see something ahead and I’d like to think it’s the portraiture booth. After that frustrating encounter with Jadis, I know he could use a palette cleanser so I bet he went straight to that artist Benjiro for his first much-needed images of Michonne and Judith. 👌🏽

Then we cut to hours ago in the present as Rick knocks on Pearl’s door. (See how he actually knocks rather than barging in like some others 🙂) Pearl opens the door and she's been understandably crying over the death of their longtime leader Okafor and Rick is completely unconcerned about that at this moment lol.

While Pearl’s broken up and worried about if Rick’s okay after surviving a traumatic helicopter crash and attack, Rick is like...

Truly Rick's energy is like 'that crash stuff is all old news and there's something far more important on the agenda.'

He immediately and urgently gets into the Dana conversation telling Pearl, “Just listen to me. There’s a woman who saved me.” And I of course love the wording of that because it’s true in every way that Michonne saved and saves him. Also, if I were Pearl I’d be like so now when someone saves you you give them credit for it? 🙃

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Rick doesn’t look at Pearl as he speaks at first because I know he knows his face could give him away and reveal just how important this all is to him. He says this heroic mystery woman is in designation intake right now and then he does look right at Pearl to tell the truth that, “She’s an A.”

Then with too much passion in his eyes, Rick says, “And I don’t want them to send her away.” I was like now Rick, yes Michonne is supposed to be putting on an act in the CRM but you are too sir and for as long as Pearl has known you I don’t think she’s ever seen this much light and urgency behind your eyes about anything.

Like before this, Rick was the man who seemed like he didn’t give a damn about anything involving the CRM, and now all of a sudden he's fully activated over this new consignee. 🤭 This was one of the many moments where I was just looking at Rick like babe, change the plan cuz this 'undercover lovers' thing ain’t gonna work. 

Pearl says Rick doesn’t know for sure if this new girl is an A but he knows Michonne is an A more than he knows his own name lol. And I love how even despite years apart he still knows Michonne is an A++.

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Rick maintains his urgency saying, “I’m making a call. But if I argue for her they’ll think I’m emotional, indebted.” Which again I know Rick is thinking 'And the CRM would be right in assessing that because I owe that woman everything.'

Then he passionately says, “You gotta make sure she stays.” And that was not an ask, that was an order Rick made because this is something he‘s gonna make sure happens at all costs.

Pearl looks at Rick and squints for a moment finally picking up on the fact that this man in front of her is a different and far more impassioned Grimes than she’s ever seen before as she asks, “Why?” validly wondering why it’s so important to Rick that this new lady stays in this city of thousands.

And the way Rick lays it on thick with the lie as he tries to say with conviction, “For Okafor. Because that’s what this has all been about.” He’s really trying to sell it. 🤭 And I feel bad because Rick thinks he can turn to Pearl as a fellow A but again I’m convinced Pearl is more of a B with a decent enough poker face to try and pretend she's an A, and so she’s not exactly cut from the same cloth as Rick and his wife.

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Pearl says, “He’s dead” and again Rick tries to get into his persuasive acting bag as he passionately says, “No he’s not. Because we’re here.” I love seeing him willing to say and do anything to ensure Michonne is protected. Also, it hit me that Rick is using Okafor to help his case in getting Pearl to protect Michonne - the very woman who had a hand in Okafor dying. Rick really said bump Okafor and everyone else when it comes to my wife. 💯

Pearl asks, “Are you here, Rick?” And I was like baby, Rick has never been more here because this is the Rick Grimes I know and love, fighting like hell to protect his family. 👌🏽 But then she clarifies what she means by asking, “Are you a part of this?” Rick looks at her and says, “I understand now. I told him just before.” And he’s able to look her in the eye saying that because it is true that Rick told Okafor he was in just before his wife showed up.

And then Rick looks down when he says, “You were right” because that’s the lie part of it. Pearl asks who brings Michonne/Dana along and Rick says she should because the CRM and Okafor trust her more than him. Pearl is still unsure so Rick says, “Look it took me a long time. You helped me. I’m here. She should be too.”

While I absolutely loved seeing the passion here from Rick I unfortunately cannot give him an A letter grade for his performance as Man Who Is Not Madly In Love With The New Consignee lol. 😋

Like Rick had more energy in his behavior and urgency in his eyes than ever so he’s lucky Pearl didn’t pick up on it since she was still reeling from the Okafor loss and everything else going on. Otherwise, I just know she would've been closing her door like...

So while I thought he was being obvious, Rick did do a good enough job to convince Pearl to go along with his plan and stick her neck out for Michonne. So my baby Rick still gets at least a passing grade for his role as Man Who Is Not Madly In Love With The New Consignee. 😌👏🏽

Rick returns to his apartment and we pick up where we left off from the end of episode 2. Jadis knows Rick well enough to know the way he’s looking at her in this apartment means he's got murder on his mind as she says, “You’re thinking about killing me.”

And then she receives a signature Rick Grimes threat as he says with all the certainty in the world, “I will. But not today.” 👌🏽 And Jadis, girl...

I just know Rick feels like Jadis is overdue to be taken out for playing in his face for years. And if now she at all thinks she's going to mess with Michonne - that makes her death sentence signed sealed and delivered in Rick's book. 

Rick tells her, “It’s funny. I see it. I feel it. Throwing away everything you made happen for yourself. Because you needed to get in the middle of something you have nothing to do with.” I love him saying this. Jadis has tried to throw herself in the mix of Richonne for years and I love that Rick is like 'bowl-cut, you do not need to factor into this equation at all.' And if she doesn’t stay in her lane he’s going to end her and everything she’s worked towards 

Jadis self-centered behind begs to differ saying, “I have everything to do with it. Our fates are bound. You, Michonne, Me.” And y’all, I just happened to pause the scene for a sec and it was on Rick’s face and the way he is looking at Jadis…truly if looks could kill Jadis would be a goner in that very moment. 😬 As Okafor learned, an adversary having Michonne’s name in their mouth is going to get Rick heated like no other.

Jadis explains that if Rick and Michonne were the first two people to ever leave then the CRM would never stop looking for them ever and since Jadis would know where they were she’d be the one to have to destroy ASZ. And again as Rick listens to this he’s so viscerally pissed off and I 1000% get it.

Jadis says she’d have to kill everyone to make sure their arrangement was never discovered and again this woman always acts in self-interest. Rick scowls as he tells her the gospel truth, “This was your mess. This is you. This is you.”

This is all Jadis's doing so she really needed to stop acting like there’s anyone else to blame. Jadis is approaching this as if Rick went out of his way to complicate things by coming to the CRM as an A when she’s the one who roped him into her lies.

It’s hard because as Rick says this you can tell he’s thinking about how so much of his pain and problems trace back to trifling Jadis, like since season 7. 😪

Jadis is still so smug as she tells Rick, “In the event of my untimely demise, I just put a little file among my possessions telling them everything they need to know about you and all the people that you love. And I imagine that a CRM reclamation team would have everybody that you love dead within hours of that file's receipt”

Okay, first of all - Jadis, you beast. 😠 But it is fitting that Jadis has factored in a plan based on Rick taking her out because at least she knows how likely it is that he’ll kill her.

Second of all, this woman is just so cruel. Like she knows Rick has people he loves, not just community members or travel companions but like family family and she’s still so callous and cold when threatening him and them.

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Three; similar to the scene in ep 1 between Okafor and Rick when Rick realizes he really can’t risk going home anymore, this moment with Jadis is another one of those gut punches as he again realizes that he can’t break free with Michonne like he initially really hoped.

Like I truly think before this moment he did think he and Michonne would find a way out together but now he’s right back to feeling convinced that the CRM can’t be beaten and that he’s stuck here forever, which is why we see his mission change from getting them both out of here to just getting Michonne out of here. All that psychological warfare came right back to keep Rick in chains in this scene. 😢

As Jadis talks you can see it - you can see the hope Rick had of escaping with Michonne drain out. Before he was looking at Jadis angry and upset but upon hearing that their escape will get Michonne and their family killed he starts that labored breathing we’ll see much of the next episode, which is a clear indicator of his fear and panic.

Jadis says, “Because you and her leaving with the knowledge of that city and this force? You know that can’t be had.” I can’t believe Jadis is making me miss the days when she spoke in short broken sentences. Like plz...

It’s so hard seeing Rick look so distraught while he paces and gets sincerely emotional as the realization hits him that he might’ve just trapped his wife here along with him.

The way he walks toward the door then stops, it feels like he wants to sprint out of there and get to Michonne ASAP to wrap her in bubble wrap and shield her from everyone. Plus he needs the calmness Michonne provides back as he’s starting to unravel.

Then my heart always melts hearing Rick say with so much sincerity and emotion, “She doesn’t belong here.”

Again, this further cements that this has now become strictly a save-Michonne mission to him because he’s not making a case for the both of them, just her.

And the way he says it is just so extremely caring and protective. Like he is truly talking about his baby and feels utterly awful that Michonne is here because of him. 🥺

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It’s also sad that he only says Michonne doesn’t belong here because the CRM has convinced Rick that he is owned by them. And it’s like he’s accepting that harsh reality but still mustering the strength to at least argue that Michonne should not be stuck with the CRM like him. 

And then y’all, the line that’ll be having me want to swing every time is when Jadis responds to Rick’s heartfelt declaration about his wife not belonging here by saying in her best Karen voice, “Then she shouldn’t have come here.”

Like how much more patronizing and heartless can she be toward both Rick and Michonne. That line is gonna get me heated every time. 😑

Jadis says, “But that was her choice.” And you know hearing that hits Rick hard because he knows that it was not Michonne's choice but his that she’d come to the Civic Republic. Like Rick is already a man who feels so responsible for things and so you know he just feels responsible on another level for bringing her here knowing Michonne trusted to follow his lead. 

Jadis then asks Rick, “So what’s your choice?” And the way Rick looks at her I can literally hear the thought in his head - my wife is my choice. And while it will cause some issues, we do see him choose his wife in his actions that follow.

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Also what is with this CRM and all their dang choices that aren’t choices. 🙄 Like they’re obsessed with referring to things as choices when they are choices people basically have to make at gunpoint.

Rick is quietly seething as Jadis asks, “Will you tell me that you will not try to leave again? If you try with her everyone back home dies.” I do like how at least Jadis knows Michonne being here means Rick definitely got some newfound hope of breaking out of this place after giving up on the idea for a year or so. She knows Michonne would give Rick a renewed sense of strength and motivation that could lead to the two actually successfully escaping. 

And then Rick just breaks my heart yet again as he so emotionally and earnestly asks,“Why? why?” And I have the same question. As well as wanting to ask Jadis...

I was watching this scene just thinking after everything Rick's done for this selfish woman, WHY can’t she just leave him alone? If anything, had they let Rick go home, I think at least for a while he really would have left the CRM alone.

But the CRM done messed up keeping Rick here so long that now his baddie A wife had to show up because Michonne is the one who would be of the mindset they have to teach the CRM a lesson and expose this 'last light of the world'.

Jadis answers that she’s doing all this because of the CRM’s value of “Security and secrecy above all.” And Rick reacts like 'oh brother, not this damn CRM motto again.' Or maybe that was a direct quote from my mind lol.

Jadis again as self-centered as ever says she will not jeopardize everything she’s made happen for herself. She says, “I won’t wait for them to find you and they will find you- and it’ll all blow back on me.” Again, Jadis...

Rick tries to reason with Jadis asking if there’s a deal to be made and if she can clean it up. Hearing that I was like - nawt us still having storylines of making deals with Jadis in 2024. 🙃 Like we needed to stop making deals with Jadis in 2017. The woman is a snake point-blank and so any deal with her is truly pointless.

Jadis says there’s no deal and then she notes that Michonne is “very very lucky” because the CRM suspects that she’s an A but still let her in because Pearl stepped up. Lol, I’m not at all surprised they got the sense that Dana was an A. I thought Michonne actually gave a decent B performance during the vetting process but still, she radiates A energy as other consignees will soon note.

Jadis asks if Rick was behind Pearl advocating for Michonne and when he’s silent Jadis is like “Wow. You pulled that off.” And then she again tries it to capacity when she tells Rick, “So have your life together here.” Wth, Jadis?? 😠 I know she knows good and well Rick and Michonne have a daughter at home so just how ridiculous can she be suggesting they should just leave Judith behind and build a life here. I’d say dpmo but...

Then Jadis has more CRM propaganda to spew as she says, “We’re the last light of the world.” But me personally, I give that description to the Grimes family. 👌🏽

Jadis then stands up and gets in Rick's personal space as she again asks, “What’s your choice?” Rick is teary-eyed as he knows his choice is made. If it comes down to having Michonne with him stuck here or getting her out safe and back to Judith - He’s choosing his wife and daughter every time.

As he looks down defeated Jadis says, “You know I don’t need to hear it.” And it’s interesting because this scene really does a good job of depicting the massive shift in Rick from when he entered the apartment to when Jadis leaves.

At the end of ep 2 when Jadis was in Rick’s face he was lethally staring her down but now when she’s in his face he hangs his head down, beaten down by her threats toward his family. 😢

Rick then says, “You didn’t threaten me or the people I love before when I told you I was gonna get away.” And I’ll say this, Pollyanna very much understood the assignment knowing how infuriating Jadis was meant to be because she again uses a tone that makes me irate as she just smugly tells Rick, “That’s cuz I knew you couldn’t.”

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Honestly, I see why Rick cherishes so much that Michonne believes in him because unfortunately, so many others underestimate him.

However, without his family by his side, Rick was in fact sadly made to feel like he couldn’t fend off the CRM’s oppression forever. 

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Rick asks, “What changed?” and Jadis turns around, sounding oddly enough like she’s a fellow Richonne stan, as she says, “You two together? You can do anything.”

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It’s at least fitting that Jadis knows Rick and Michonne were going to try to be the first two to escape this place and that if anyone could pull it off they could. From the moment she met Richonne in season 7 she saw firsthand that they could do anything together.

And while dialogue-wise I think there perhaps could have been a way to say Richonne can do anything without saying it as on-the-nose, I don’t mind hearing it because it’s an utterly true statement. And I do like hearing this belief in Richonne’s abilities together even if it had to come from the most trifling of mouths.

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I so badly wanted Rick to see that Jadis saying this is her basically admitting she’s scared of him and his wife together. But Rick is understandably scared that any of his next moves could get the woman he loves most harmed and so this moment with Jadis instead effectively deflates his hope of escaping with Michonne. Now Rick is determined simply to get Michonne out of here alive. 

Rick watches the door as Jadis exits and you can see in his face that there’s so much running through his mind. As much as he wants to believe that he and Michonne can do anything he’s also not willing to risk losing Michonne in the process of trying to escape together.

So by the end of this teaser - TOWL's lengthiest teaser, I believe - we know that this whole get-home thing just got a lot messier and a lot harder.

Going home is still the mission but thanks to the evil snake that is Jadis, the “together” part of “going home together” has now changed.

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I called this post The Broken Bliss because Rick felt more hopeful than ever that this would be the time he finally broke out since now his wife is here, but then Jadis shattered the bliss he was trying to follow. 😞 And now when Rick thinks about his wife being here it strictly overwhelms him with fear. 

So with this teaser, we saw a very pivotal development for Rick, and next it was time for us to check in on Michonne. And now, y'all know Michonne has always been a true source of peace for Rick...but that Ms. Dana Bethune on the other hand - she's about to have this man stressing. 😅👌🏽

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Tara Carpenter -- "The lies I keep" (Part 2)

Tara Carpenter x Male reader/oc

Summary: Having a normal life is difficult after the one she considered her best friend tries to kill her and causes distrust in everyone she meets. But something or rather someone manages to enter her heart and hiding that person is the best thing that occurs to her.

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(If you haven't seen Scream VI yet, don't read this because it contains spoilers or read it, but at your own risk.)

Tara POV

It was finally Friday and that means Halloween. I hadn't had much time to organize my costume, so I decided to look at what I had in my closet and decided to go as a pirate.

It was an easy, simple costume, and i had everything i needed for it, so i wouldn't have to spend anything buying the costume. I finish tying the bandana over my head and make sure I have my inhaler, apartment keys, and cell phone.

I walk out of my room, finding my roommate Quinn sitting on the living room couch and channel surfing on the TV.

Tara: Last chance to come.- I warn her, stopping by the door of the apartment.

Quinn: Don't worry, if my date doesn't turn out well or I get bored, I'll let you know.- she assures me with a smile.

Tara: Okay.- I accept opening the door. -Goodbye.- I say goodbye going out the door.

Quinn: Bye ! - I hear how she shouts from the other side of the now closed door.

I walk downstairs, looking at my phone and texting my boyfriend to let him know I'm on my way to the party. His response is not long in coming, letting me know that he is already at the party and that he will be waiting for me in the kitchen.

I put the phone in my bag with a smile, walking out of the building and seeing my group waiting for me outside the building.

Mindy: Finally ! - she exclaims raising her arms in the air.

Tara: Don't be exaggerated.- I deny funny. -You have told me that you were here less than five minutes ago.- I roll my eyes at her attitude.

Mindy: Whatever.- she says downplaying my answer. -Let's party! - she screams completely excited.

Chad: Ye ! - exclaims high five with his sister.

Anika: You two are ridiculous.- she laughs, amused by the attitude of the twins.

Chad: What does the little pumpkin say? – he asks amused placing his hand next to his ear.

Mindy: Idiot.- she laughs, hitting him on the arm and hugging her girlfriend by the shoulders. -Don't mess with my girl.- she threatens him with her finger.

Chad: I'm your brother! – he claims pretending to be offended.

Mindy: That's exactly why I´m choosing her.- she winks amused, causing everyone except her brother to laugh.

Ethan: If you feel better, I would choose you.- he assures his roommate.

Chad: See! - he tells his sister. -You would have to do this.- he comments, approaching his friends body  by the shoulders to his own  body.

Mindy: That's because Ethan is obsessed with you.- she assures him with an evil smile and I try to hold back my laughter.

Ethan: That's not true.- He immediately denies energetically.

Mindy: Surely not.- she says raising an eyebrow and I can't hold back my laughter anymore.

Tara: Leave it alone Minds .- I tell my friend between laughs as well as Chad and Anika .

We keep laughing and walking towards the party, talking nonsense without any meaning. Chad and Mindy being the biggest reason for our laughs.

Jason: Oh, Hey Tara.- I hear how someone greets me and I turn around seeing a classmate.

Tara: Jason , hello.- I greet you back in a friendly way. -Are you and Greg going to come to the OKB party?- I ask kindly.

Jason: If Greg finishes his Spanish project then yes, we will.- he answers with a smile. -Is your sister going?- he asks with confusion and interest.

Tara: No, Sam wouldn´t be caught dead in a party. - I deny a bit amused by the question.

I mean, if it were up to my sister I wouldn't be going to this party either, much less without her "supervision". So the very idea of Sam coming to one of the college parties is complete insanity.

Jason: There's a first time for everything.- he assures me amused and I shake my head starting to walk away.

Tara: Not tonight though.- I assure him with a smile, walking away and returning to the group.

Jason: Can't you convince her? - he asks me and I turn to see him.

Tara: No, that's not my problem; It's yours.- I answer with a small laugh as I walk away.

Jason: Save me a drink.- he asks me when I'm already a bit far away.

Tara: Okay, see you.- I say goodbye to him, returning to the conversation that my friends are having.

It doesn't take us much longer to get to the house where the party is taking place. We entered through the open door, immediately being hit by the smell of sweat and alcohol from inside.

I take a deep breath, remembering that the last party I went to was a trap and people ended up dying.

We entered the house and divided into two groups. Chad and Ethan head into a room, while Anika , Mindy , and I walk over to the table of the drinks.

Anika: Let's dance!- she yells for us to hear, grabbing her girlfriend's arm and pulling her onto the dance floor.

Tara: I'm going to the bathroom for a moment!- I shout at them to hear and upon receiving an affirmative signal I walk towards the kitchen.

I walk carefully through the crowd, holding my drink in one hand and very subtly pushing people aside with the other. The last thing I want is to upset someone or spill my drink on myself.

I enter the kitchen, seeing people drinking and talking to each other. My gaze wanders instead, searching for an exact person and I find it talking animatedly with two boys.

I walk towards him with a smile, as I get closer my gaze runs over his body and I look at his clothes with confusion.

Tara: Hello! – i greet placing a hand on his forearm.

Y/n: Tara!- he exclaims with a huge smile. -You've finally arrived.- He leans towards me giving me a quick hug.

Tara: We've come walking.- I explain with a smile. -What are you dress as?- I ask confused, seeing the fake wounds and the dirty clothes he's wearing.

Y/n: I´m Nathan Rake.- he answers me with a smile and I look at him just as confused. -Uncharted 4 ? _ - asks and I deny. -A character from a videogame.- he explains simply and I nod.

Tara: At least you look good.- I assure him, looking at him from top to bottom and biting my lip.

Y/n: You don't look bad at all as a pirate.- He winks at me with amusement. -Tara, this are my friends Cole and Ian , guys, this is Tara.- he introduces us and I greet them with my hand.

Cole: So you're THE girlfriend? - he asks with a smile and I nod. -Well, it was time to meet you, this guy won't stop talking about you.- he tells me, hugging my boyfriend by the neck and bringing him closer to him.

Ian: And whimpering not being able to spend time with his girlfriend.- he tells me with a funny pout.

Y/n: Idiots.- he insults his friends for making fun of him, pushing Cole off of him and standing next to me.

Tara: I guess now you can't complain.- I say amused looking at my boyfriend and listening to how his friends laugh.

Y/n: How funny you all are.- he says sarcastically, crossing his arms and with a serious gesture in his handsome face.

Tara: Just kidding.- I assure him, hugging him around the waist.- Now let's dance.- I tell him with a smile, breaking away from the hug and grabbing his hand to pull him away. -Bye guys.- I wave goodbye to his friends.

Y/n: Do you want to dance? - he asks close to my ear so that I can hear him.

Tara: No, but I want to be alone with you.- I explain loud enough for him to hear me.

Y/n: Alone? - he asks me with an amused and suggestive smile.

Tara: Shut up, you fool.- I answer with a smile, pulling him towards the corridor.

Y/n: And why don't you shut me up? - he asks me amused and I stop walking when we stand in a corner of the corridor next to the stairs of the house.

Tara: You would like that, right? - I ask, staring into his eyes and taking a long sip of my drink.

Y/n: I wouldn't be oppose to it.- he assures me shrugging his shoulders, leaning his back against the wall and raising an eyebrow at me in challenge.

I just remain silent, staring into his eyes and drinking from my red glass calmly.

He does exactly the same as me and stares at me with that damn smile. He knows exactly what he's doing smiling in that attractive way and how much I like it.

XY: Do you guys want a shot? - a guy interrupts our staring, with a tray of large plastic syringes with colored liquids in them.

Y/n: I do.- he accepts taking a green one and drinking it without even asking what it is.

Tara: What´s in them? - I ask the guy almost screaming.

XY: The orange ones are vodka with peach, the red ones are gin with red fruits and the green ones are tequila with melon.- he answers me with a smile, pointing to the syringes.

Y/n: I'll take another green one.- he warns him, receiving a nod in response and drinking another green shot.

Tara: I'll take the red one, thanks.- I thank her by taking the syringe with the red liquid and injecting the content into my mouth. -It's strong.- I assure, contracting my face due to the strong taste of alcohol.

Y/n: Try the green one, it's fine.- he tells me and I look at him a bit unsure.

Tara: Can I? - I ask the boy, leaving the empty syringe on the tray and pointing to the other one.

XY: Of course! - he exclaimed with a huge smile. -You can take how many you want.- he assures us and my boyfriend shrugs, picking up a red one with a smile.

Y/n: Thank you.- Thank you and take what's in the syringe. -It's not so loaded.- He denies when he finishes it.

Tara: And this one is not good. - I deny with a face of disgust, when the alcohol flavor is stronger than before in the green one.

XY: If you want more, I'll be around the place.- he tells us and walks away offering shots to the other people in the party.

Tara: It's disgusting. - I deny without finishing the green shot.

Y/n: Don't exaggerate.- he laughs, leaving the empty alcohol syringe in a nearby bowl. -If you don't want it, I'll drink it myself.- he assures me, pointing to the object in my hand.

Tara: Don't even dream of it.- I deny with an evil smile, before finishing the rest of the shot and finishing what was left in my glass at once; to avoid gagging at the horrible taste.

Y/n: Eyy! – he exclaims for my action. -At least breathe.- he laughs taking my empty glass and the syringe from my hands.

Tara: That was so disgusting, I don't know how you were able to take two.- I assure him, running my tongue over my lips and wiping away the remains of alcohol on them.

Y/n: It wasn't so bad, you're exaggerating.- He assures me, leaving my things in the same bowl as before.

Tara: I'm not exaggerating, what happens is that I do have taste buds and you don't.- I assure him amused approaching him.

Y/n: Whatever you say. - He shakes his head in amusement, placing his hands on my waist and pulling me closer to his body.

Tara: That's how I like it, that you understands who's in charge in this relationship.- I smile with superiority, placing my hands on his neck and caressing the short hair in the place.

Y/n: Are you having a good time? - he asks me with a loving smile.

Tara: With you always.- I assure him, before standing on my tiptoes and pulling at his neck so we can join our lips.

The kiss begins slow and superficially. His hands go from being placed on my hips, to being placed on my lower back so that I can stick my body completely to his.

My hands go into his hair as the kiss begins to deepen and his tongue makes contact with mine.

I tug at his hair as he sucks on my tongue and I moan softly against his mouth. He knows that suckinh my tong drives me crazy and I that I love it.

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The kiss had lost all its softness and innocence a long time ago. I don't know how long we've been making out, but my hands were now on my girlfriend's ass and while one of her hands was still on my neck, the other was under my shirt.

I growl excitedly, feeling her nails scratch my stomach and the way she tugs at my hair as I squeeze her ass into me.

Tara: Do you want to go to my house? - she asks me with her breath agitated against my lips.

Y/n: Now? - I ask surprised trying to calm my breathing.

Tara: Later.- She answers me with a suggestive smile. -I can try to sneak you in so my sister doesn't see you.- she comments and I swallow heavily.

Y/n: Are you sure? - I ask a little insecure, not wanting to pressure her and make her feel forced to accept because of the situation we are currently in.

Tara: Yes.- she nods clinging impossibly closer to my body. -And from what I can feel, you are too.- she smiles with suggestion  and amusement, rubbing herself subtly against my body. -But first I'm going for another drink.- she says separating from me immediately and looking at me with a devil smile.

Y/n: Tara! - I exclaim surprised and a bit embarrassed, seeing my girlfriend walk away from me and hearing her laugh.

Tara: You wait for me there still! - she yells over her shoulder with an evil smile.

I quickly covered my lap with my hands, trying not to show my erection in my pants and trying to appear as casual as possible.

As I wait, I tilt my head back and close my eyes to try and calm myself. But from the alcohol i consumed I get dizzy and decide that is better if I keep my eyes open.

I smiled and nod to people passing by, trying to be friendly and getting greetings back.

But my smile disappears immediately, when I see my girlfriend holding hands with another guy and walking towards the stairs. I open my eyes worried, when I recognize the guy and I know that nothing good can come out of him.

I quickly run towards them, grabbing Tara's other hand and pulling her towards me causing the other guy to let go of his hand.

Frankie: What's wrong with you, idiot? - he asks me in a somewhat aggressive way.

Y/n: She's not going anywhere with you.- I answer seriously, sticking my girlfriend to my body and pulling her away from him.

Frankie: And who the hell do you think you are to decide that?- he wonders taking a step towards me.

Y/n: Her boyfriend.- I answer through my teeth and my answer makes him laugh.

Frankie: Well, no one would say that she has a boyfriend, because she has accepted too quickly to go up to my room with me.- he points to my girlfriend with a disgusting smile.

Tara: Y/n don't pay attention to him.- she pleads me, pulling my hand to get away from him. -He told me he had alcohol in his room.- she explains pulling at my arm, but I stand in my place and I don't move an inch.

Frankie: Come on, we all know what "I have a bottle in my room" means.- he assures putting his offer in quotes.

Y/n: I don't care, she won't go with you.- I deny through my teeth.

Frankie: And why don't you ask her if she wants to come with me or not.- she points to Tara with a smile, I take a step forward with the intention of putting him in his place and making him understand that my girlfriend wouldn't go with an asshole like him to nowhere.

But my plan is interrupted, when Frankie is pushed aside and someone separates me from Tara.

Chad: Get away from her.- he growls at me aggressively, placing himself between Tara and me in a defensive manner.

Tara: Chad stop.- she asks trying to get out of his grip and stand between us.

Chad: Don't go near her again.- he threatens me by pushing my shoulders and I take a deep breath so I don't do something I might regret.

I see two girls approach Tara and grab her to keep her from getting closer. I can see the panic in her brown eyes and I try to reassure her with my gaze that everything is okay.

Y/n: Look, I wasn't doing anything.- I answer him calmly with my hands in the air. -I was only separating her from Frankie.- I explained looking at the annoyed face of my girlfriend's friend.

Chad: I don't care, if you touch her again you'll find out.- he threatens me, pushing me with more force and making me fall to the ground.

Tara: Chad! - she screams trying to get loose of what I suppose are her friends hold.

I carefully pick myself up off the ground, avoiding to react and plant a punch right across his face. Because I know that even though Tara would understand if I defended myself, he's still one of her best friends and she'd be upset if I hit him.

Sam: Sorry to interrupt, but I'm going to tase you in the balls real quick.- I hear someone say and suddenly I feel a painful electric shock in my parts.

I fall to the ground in pain, placing my hands on my private parts and feeling an intense pain in them. I close my eyes, feeling the electric shock go through my body and how my parts throb with pain.

Tara: Sam! - I hear how he screams and in less than two seconds I feel a pair of hands on my face. -Y/n are you okay?- I listen as she asks me and I open my eyes to see her face full of concern.

Y/n: It hurts.- I growled, resting the side of my head on the ground.

Tara: I'm so sorry.- She apologizes and helps me sit up. -Are you better? - she asks me and I nod. -Do you think you can get up and walk? - she asks again and I look at her with a grimace.

Y/n: I guess.- I answer a little insecure.

Tara: Well, I'll help you get up and we'll get out of here, okay? - she asks me with a small smile and I nod.

My girlfriend helps me get up off the ground, which is not very difficult and painful. But when I start to walk, I can feel a painful shock with each step I take. Her arm wraps around my waist so I can get support and she wraps my arm around her shoulders.

We leave the party, under the watchful eye of everyone and the confused gaze of her friends and what I assume is her sister.

We don't get very far, before her friends stop us and Tara turns around in a huff.

Tara: What?!- she yells at his sister. -What the hell do you want now? Don't you think you've done enough? - she attacks her and I move uncomfortably next to her.

Sam: I was just defending you.- she answers immediately.

Tara: But I don't need you to defend me! - she yells at her angrily. -You don't understand that I can defend myself, that I don't have to depend on you for everything and that I don't need you to take care of me as if I was a fucking little girl! - she yells at her and I look around uncomfortably, avoiding the gaze of her friends.

Sam: If you're not a kid, stop acting like one.- She throws at her just as annoyed. -You can't escape to a party, without telling me anything and getting into dangerous situations for yourself.- she assures her with an angry tone.

Tara: Everything was under control.- she assures her impatiently.

Sam: Sure, everything was under control when I arrived.- she says sarcastically, crossing her arms.

Tara: It was, until Chad got in the way and you showed up with that fucking taser .- she says pointing to her friend and then pointing at her sister. -All because you can't leave me alone, I don't need bodyguards and being controlled all day. If I have a problem I solve it myself and I don't need you to come to "save me" - she says using the quotes.

Chad: They were going to take advantage of you.- he defends himself pointing at me and I look at him angrily at his suggestion.

Tara: And as always, you fix everything with violence, right? - she asks his friend. -And if he was going to take advantage of me, it's my life and I decide what I want or don't want to do! - she exclaimed in frustration.

Sam: So you were going to let them take advantage of you? - she asks with a surprise tone.

Tara: It's not about that Sam, for God's sake.- she growls frustrated. -It's about you drowning me in your overprotection, I can't leave the house without you controlling me, I can't have friends because you scare them away and I can't have a boyfriend because you tase them in the balls!- she yells, pointing me at the end and I open my eyes surprised by her admission.

Sam: Wait what? – asks confused processing what her sister just said. -Do you have a boyfriend? - questions completely lost and surprised.

Tara: Yes Sam, I have a boyfriend.- She answers as if it were obvious. -A boyfriend who was taking care of the situation, before Chad showed up like a crazy person and you assaulted him .- she assures with a tired sigh.

Sam: Since when? - questions her calmer.

Tara: Months.- she answers simply looking over her shoulder and giving me an apologetic smile.

Sam: And why didn't you tell me? - she asks with a slightly hurt tone in her voice.

Tara: For this very reason.- She points between the two of them. -Because if I had told you that I was meeting someone, your reaction would have been to forbid me to go out and control even the smallest step I take. Because you don't trust anyone and even if you're not ready to trust someone and start a relationship, it doesn't mean I'm not ready either.- she explains more calmly, holding my hand and intertwining our fingers.

Sam: And why do you think it is? - she asks rhetorically. -Because last time, my own boyfriend turned out to be a psycho murderer and it put you in danger.- she reminds her and I bite my lip nervously from the palpable tension around us.

Tara: But that doesn't mean that everyone who approaches us is a murderer.- she tells her with certainty. -I trust Y/n and I know he would never hurt me.- she assures her sister, staring at her and squeezing my hand.

Sam: Tara you know I don't p .. - starts with a tired tone, before being interrupted by my girlfriend.

Tara: No Sam, I'm done! - she exclaims tired letting go of my hand. -Why are you here? Why are you here in New York when you hate this and work at two shitty jobs at the same time? - she asks taking a step towards her.

Sam: To protect you.- she answers as if it was obvious.

Tara: but I don't need protection! - she yells fed up with the whole situation. -You disappeared from my life for five years, five, and now you come back to control me. You have to let me go and let me live my life the way I want.- she says letting her shoulders fall.

Her sister is unable to answer as a small group of girls walk past us and one of them ends up spilling a drink on him.

I widen my eyes, looking at my girlfriend's older sister and the slightly dark stain on her white sweater.

Tara: Let's go.- she tells me, calling my attention intertwining our hands and pulling me to start walking.

We walk in silence, with my girlfriend being the guide and me keeping quiet to give her space. Although I have only known her for a few months, I know that right now what Tara needs is silence and tranquility.

I also know that her head is processing everything that has happened and that once she is ready, she will speak. But until then, all I can do is give her the space she needs to think and then I'll listen to whatever she wants to tell me patiently.

[thatgirlstrawberry]

Sick Surprise pt. 8 — Dad

In which…

Warnings: fluff, angst, crying, cursing, lmk if I missed anything!!

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

“Mommy, why don’ I got a dad?”

Y/N froze in her place. She was in the middle of making breakfast for Eloise before she had to leave for Daycare and work. “What?” She asked slowly, turning around.

Eloise swayed from side to side. “All my fwiends got daddies an’ I don’t.”

Y/N pursed her lips and kneeled down to her height, pushing a few strands of hair out of her face. “Baby…” She was trying to think of the words she needed to say so it made sense. “Your dad… he didn’t want us.” She nodded sadly. “So he went bye bye.” Eloise furrowed her little eyebrows. “A daddy is someone who is around for his baby. He loves his baby, he loves baby’s mommy.” She nodded. “And he protects his baby. No matter what.”

“Protet? What is protet?” She asked.

The mother smiled and looked into her baby girl’s eyes. “Protect means that a dad would do anything in his power to keep his baby safe.”

Y/N expected Eloise to look sad but instead she smiled and touched her mom’s nose. “Is Spenther m’new dad?”

The woman gasped quietly and didn’t have the heart to tell those hopeful little eyes no. She wished it was Spencer she’d met in college instead of Jake. Honestly, she’d forgotten that she ever had been alone before Spencer. He had been on a case all week so they hadn’t seen him.

“We gotta go to daycare. Go get you sippy, babe.” Y/N kissed her cheek twice and stood up. Eloise’s feet pattered away and she walked into the kitchen to finish packing Eloise’s snack box.

She put it in her diaper bag and slung it over her shoulder, sighing.

God, she wished Spencer was really Eloise’s dad.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N was swamped at work.

It was almost nearing the end of her day when she left to het Eloise from daycare but she still had things to do that if she didn’t het done, she would be fired.

But her and Spencer’s minds had to have been connected because her phone screen lit up with his name. She smiled and picked it up. “Spence! Hi. I love you so much.” She spoke quickly.

He chuckled. “Hi, baby. I love you too!”

Y/N hummed. “How’s the case going?” She asked.

“Oh, we caught him early this morning. I’m actually driving into town now.” She heard the sound of the car on the road in the background.

Y/N smiled and her eyes lit up. “Oh my god! That’s great! Hey, I was wondering if you’d pick Eloisey up from daycare today. I’m gonna be here late. Maybe stop and get something to eat?”

“Yeah, of course! But I’m gonna make my hard working girlfriend a home cooked meal instead of fast food.”

Y/N sighed in relief. “Oh my gosh, thank you baby. I’ll text Jessica and tell her that you’re picking her up instead of me. Make sure you have your ID because they ask for that if it’s someone new.”

“Okay. I love you, see you when you get home.”

Home.

She heated up. “I love you too. See you when I get home.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer bit his lip as he pulled into the pick up line at the daycare center. A bunch of the kids were already lined up. It was a cloudy day out, not too long until it would probably rain.

He tried to look for Eloise but the woman who was waving people forward waved her hand at him through the windshield. He pulled forward slowly and stopped, rolling down his window.

“Good afternoon!” She smiled at him. “Uh… who are you here for?”

Spencer smiled kindly at her. “Hi, I’m Spencer Reid. Here to pick up Eloise. I have my ID if you need-“

“I’m sorry, Eloise?” The woman shook her head and leaned closer to him as if she didn’t hear him right.

Spencer nodded. “Yes. Eloise L/N?” His eyebrows furrowed and he glanced at the line of kids. He didn’t see Eloise.

“I’m sorry— a Spencer Reid came by just a few minutes ago. He took Eloise home to Y/N.” The woman’s face got bright red.

Spencer put the car in park and got out of the car quickly. “No. No, no.” He shook his head and fished his wallet out of his pocket. He shakily took out his ID and practically shoved it in her face.

“I— I oh my god.” She pressed her hands to the sides of her heads. “Oh no no no.”

Spencer’s chest felt tight. His eyesight was blurry. “You let a four year old get in a car with— what the hell!? You let a kid get in a car with a stranger!?”

The woman bit her lip. “Y-Y/N texted me and said a Spencer Reid was picking her up! And the man that took her said he was you! He even had an ID! I-I—”

“Did she look like she knew him!?” Spencer asked. He decided he’d try to call Y/N. “Call the fucking police, please!”

He clicked on Y/N’s contact and lifted the phone to his ear. “Please pick up.” It rang six times before her voicemail was heard. “Shit!”

He tried her again. Voicemail.

“Yes! Her name is Eloise L/N, she was wearing black leggings a-and a blue sweater— her hair!? I don’t know what color her hair is!”

Spencer took the phone from her and gave the operator all of her information. She had the same hair color as Y/N. The same eye color, the same skin color. Everything.

Spencer panicked, handing the phone back to the lady. He tried Y/N again. Voicemail. “Oh, god. Oh, no no no.” His eyes stung with tears as he paced the concrete.

The other woman who was outside helping with picking was rushing kids to their cars because she knew what was happening.

Spencer called and texted and called and texted but he was yet to get one back. “Come on, Y/N. Please pick up.” He mumbled, trying to keep the tears from falling.

“Th-they said they were on the way and to stay here.” The woman cried. “How could I be such an idiot!?”

Spencer’s chest heaved. “Fuck, Y/N, pick up!”

He called again and this time she picked up. “Hey, Spence! Are they giving you trouble at the—“

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me and I n- I need you to stay calm.” He spoke lowly.

“Spencer? What’s wrong, you’re scaring me.” Her bubbly tone had disappeared.

Spencer took a deep breath in. This would be the hardest thing he’d ever have to say to her. “Y/N, Eloise— Eloise has been— She’s been taken.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

It was silent for a moment. She was trying to figure out she actually heard the words that came out of his mouth right.

“Y/N? Did you hear me?” Spencer asked.

Her ears were ringing. “No…” She shook her head. “No, Spencer. Tell me your fucking with me right now.”

“Y/N—“

“Tell me you’re fucking lying, Spencer.”

She heard a sigh on the other end. “Y/N, I’m sorry but I need you to leave work and I need you to come here.”

It felt like she blacked out by the time she was in her car. She didn’t remember how she got there but all she knew was that she was speeding in the direction of Eloise’s daycare. She was still on the phone with Spencer but wasn’t saying a word even though he was calling out her name.

“Y/N, Can you talk to me? I need to know that you’re focused so you don’t crash.”

Her chest was heaving as she tried to keep the tears from forming in her eyes. “I’m not gonna crash. I’m trying to stay— as calm as I can.” She spoke. She never blinked. “Fuck, Spencer. Why am I not freaking out right now?” She asked, her knee bouncing up and down.

“Because you know that if you were, your car would flip over.”

Y/N nodded, letting air blow from her lips. She shook her head and tried to calm her rapid beating heart but she couldn’t. “I feel like— like I can’t breathe— my baby is gone. M- fuck, my baby is gone.” Her words broke as did her voice.

“Y/N keep it together.” He spoke. “You can fall apart as soon as you step out of that car but I need you to stay calm until you get here.”

Her breath shook. “I don’t know if I can. I just k- keep imagining my Eloisey scared a-and crying and—“

“Don’t focus on that, Y/N. How far away are you?”

She looked at the street signs that flew by in a blur. “T-two minutes.” She spoke.

“That’s good. Focus on those two minutes, Y/N.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer saw her car speeding down the street and his head was in his throat. She skidded into the rounded drive through and the car stopped. Police sirens weren’t far behind.

Y/N flew out of the driver’s side door a half a second later and she nearly tripped trying to get to him.

She saw Jessica, the woman who knew Spencer was coming to pick her daughter up and instead of walking to him, she pushed Pat him and stepped right up to the sobbing woman.

“Are you fucking stupid!?” She screamed. Spencer shouted his girlfriend’s name and rushed up behind her, grabbing her arms. “I should— let me go! This stupid bitch let my kid leave with a fucking stranger!”

Spencer tugged her into his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around her. The woman’s chest began to stutter as she took short breaths. “My b-aby is gone— oh my god, Eloise is— gone.” She let the tears fall and Spencer held her.

The police sirens stopped and they heard footsteps walking towards them.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N’s leg bounced up and down rapidly. She sat in one of the kiddie chairs inside the daycare staring at the toys strewn about the place. She had been left alone while Spencer and Jessica spoke to the police officers.

Her lips had been torn to shreds, thinking of her poor baby sitting in a dark corner somewhere calling for her. They had sent out an amber alert for her but Y/N’s body still ached with worry. Her head was pounding, ears ringing— she couldn’t think straight.

Her entire life had revolved around Eloise and now, she could be gone forever.

She picked up a stuffed parrot and rubbed it’s soft beak. Eloise loved birds. Anywhere she was she’d point one out. Her first word was “birdie”.

“Y/N?” Spencer’s voice snapped her out of her memories as she looked up at him. There was an officer that stood next to him. “This is Officer White. He wants to ask you a few questions.”

The mother scoffed and shook her head. “I already know who did this.” She spoke lowly.

“Ma’am?” The officer furrowed his brows.

“It was her father. It was Jake Kelly. It has to be.”

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A little angst for ya… the next chapter will be the last angsty plot line chapter— the rest after will be one shots in timeline form— some will be angsty like fights or whatever but none that stick around really! Thanks for reading!!

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[nuriiz134]

Torn Apart

so um ya'll my Third postttt. kindly like it and reblog it you can always send requesttss and dm to be tagged.also those who liked and read my first and my second post thank youuuu appreciate yoau all. please do the same for this one also. also i am open to opiniond itd finr. thankk uuu hope you like it.

summary-Jake and you have been dating for 5 years. Jake proposed to you and you said yes. Jake and you have been married to you for 5 years. Jake's company took off 2years ago. Since then you were his trophy wife. He loved you but was a workaholic and didn't pay attention to you.

pairing- wife y/n x workaholic jake

warnings- angst,pet names etc. (tell me if theres more)

genre-angst

"You always do this! When was the last time you held me in your arms???? when was the last time you looked at me with love, lust, appreciation?!" "I am sick of this Jake, I am sick of us,I am sick you always ignoring me, I am sick of you Jake.I thought we meant more to you, I thought I meant more to you." Her voice breaking down. No y/n you can't break down in front of him. don't "Jake, I can't deal with you anymore. Get your priorities straight, Get your head in the game." "Jake, I think we should now let go of each other. I tried my best. but I can't anymore.I love you but us is not working anymore" Upon hearing this, Jake enveloped Y/n in his embrace. "Honey? You didn't mean that right?" breaking into tears. "Please tell me you didn't" "Yes I did Jake leave me." Y/n's voice echoed through their penthouse. Jake went down on his knees. Hugging her. "please don't. I am sorry. I know I messed up big time. But the power, work,greed, being the best got to me I got lost. I didn't realize this." "No Jake, this is not the first anniversary you forgot. But I have had enough of this Bullshit. I have had enough of you." Her voice as cold as ice. "Prinecessa, I can't imagine me without you. I don't know what I am without you. I can't imagine my life without you. Please, hermosa. I promise to quit if you want anything. please don't." Hugging her as closely as possible. "Please leave me Jake, my lawyer will send the divorce papers over. It was nice to be with you. farewell Jake. Hope work treats you well." "Princess, look at me. I will leave you if you want me to but look into my eyes and say this." Y/n looked at Jake's face. Puffy red rimmed eyes. Tear streeked cheeks. "Yes, Jake leave me." her voice devoid of any emotion. Jake let go off her. "Princess remember I ain't giving up on us. I ain't letting go of you. I love you and always will." "I will make you mine again hermosa even if i have to beg or leave my career. Give up everything. I will not let go off you. I love you. I want to rectify my mistake and do better. I love you princess I can't let go off my precious. I can't afford to loose you. You are everything to me princess. I Love you. I ain't giving up on us." "Bye Jake." With that Y/n left Jake alone in his penthouse. Jake broke down into tears again. Chanting her name madly. Determined to bring her back to him.

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[donniesbabygirl28]

Dallas Winston x single mom reader! (So cute) (should I make this a series?)

Backstory- you were 14, you were NOT ready to have a child. But however your ex boyfriend was a pushy little fucker and insisted that you went all the way with him. He left when he figured out that you were pregnant, leaving you alone with a child, inexperienced. You lived in Tulsa. But you never knew the gang. You are now 17 with your 4 year old daughter, ally. She is beautiful, she looks nothing like her father, she looks just like you, she has the most beautiful eyes and the sweetest smile that will make her a total heartthrob when she hits puberty. What can I say. She takes after you.

You met Two-bit years ago. When you were in elementary school. You were best friends, he was like a brother to you. Until you had to move away.

When you moved back to Tulsa, you saw him again. You were at the nightly double watching a movie, feeding your daughter popcorn until you saw a familiar face.

Two was sitting next to you. You looked over and didn’t think anything of it. Throughout the movie, he asked you if you had a lighter.

“No. Sorry.”

He smiled at you. That smile. There was something about it.

“Ah. Don’t worry about it. I’m two-bit.” He said with his hand out.

You paused. And looked at him once again.

“…Keith?”

“Um..yeah. That’s my name. How’d you know?”

“Oh uh..I’m y/n..” you said a little quietly.

His eyes widened and he gasped.

“Oh my god! Y/n?! Like.. Y/n L/n?!” He said feeling your face.

He was still as goofy as ever.

“Yep.” You said smiling.

You introduced him to Ally

“Hii! Are you the boy my mom told me about?” She hugged him.

“I sure hope so.” He said, hugging her back.

You and Two talked all night. He was funny, just like you. He was like you in all the ways.

He took you back to meet the gang. Two-bit loves your daughter, he has a little sister so he’s very good with kids, he’s a big kid at heart himself.

The last person you met was Dallas. Boy was he cute. He walked into the door and saw you. His heart stopped for a moment. He snapped out of his trance.

“Hey. Who’s the girl?” He asked Two.

“Oh. This is y/n. The childhood friend I told you guys about? She’s very pretty ain’t she?”

You smiled at his compliment. Dallas looked at you and smiled.

“Yeah. Very pretty.” You could feel yourself blushing.

“This is Dallas, we call him dally sometimes.” Two introduced you to Dallas.

“Nice to meet you.” You said, sticking out your hand, which he shakes.

“This is her daughter, Ally.”

“Daughter?” He asked in shock.

You knew this would happen. You can’t ever make friends being a single mom, can you?

“Yeah..” you said lowly, not really proud of it. But you love your daughter.

“Hi!” She waved at dally.

Dallas hated kids. But she was just so cute and sweet. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Hi, doll.” She giggled at him and hugged his leg.

“I like your hair, mister!” He did have very nice hair.

“Uhh..thank you, I like yours.” She smiled at him.

Two was kinda in shock at Dallas being so kind to a child. Or at least trying to be.

“Sorry.” You say, picking her up, which she whines at you.

“Heyyy.. I was having a conversation, mommy!”

“I know honey but we need to leave the nice boy alone. Okay?”

She pouts at you and leans her head of your shoulder.

“Ok..” she sniffles.

Dallas just smiled at her.

“I have to go back to Buck’s. He needs me to help him move some furniture around.” Dallas waved bye to everybody and walked out the door.

“Do you live around here?” Two asked you, kindly.

You frowned and shook your head. “I don’t have a home right now. I’m trying to find somewhere cheap.”

Darry stepped in. “Well you can stay with us as long as you need.” He smiled.

You shook your head. “No it’s fine, really. I don’t want to be a burden.” You laughed.

He smiled and continued. “Hey. Any friend of Two is a friend of ours. You’re welcome here anytime you want.”

You agreed and brought your bags inside.

“Thanks Darry, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem.”

You got along with Ponyboy and Johnny very well.

Sodapop was a total sweetheart to you the whole time.

You were were happy that you finally found where you felt that you were meant to be.

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Can I request a gender neutral reader with Matt Simmons as their father. Any plot!!!

Matt Simmons X Child Reader

Second one for Matt!

Summary: Matts 5 year old Y/N comes to the BAU looking for theit Dad, but ends up meeting the team instead.

Third person pov...

It was early morning for the Simmons family, everyone was running a but late even Matt who was already late to work by a couple of minutes, said man comes running into the Kitchen where his children arw.

"Good morning everyone and good bye have a great day!" He exclaims kissing all his kids on thr head and kissing Kristy before running out the door the off to work.

5 year old Y/N then jumps up from their chair and rushes after their daddy their little legs getting tired, but they made it in time. "bye Daddy" they yell waving bye to their dad, As Matt drove away, 5 year old Y/N watched silently from the porch, waving goodbye until the kid could no longer see it in the distance.

Y/N was already missing their Dad, they then walked back inside and back up at the table, the 5 year old continues to eat their breakfast. Kristy sighs at her husband before turning back to the children.

Most of them were ready to go apart from the youngest Y/N, they were only 5 and didn't have school yet.

Currently said 5 year old was enjoying their breakfast laughing as their older brother makes funny faces at them, Kristy laughs at the siblings.

"okay that's enough you all need to get ready we have to leave soon" she says as the older children all run off leaving their Mum and baby sibling alone.

Y/N smiles at their Mummy making the woman coo and kiss their forehead, suddenly the toddler is alone in the kitchen, suddenly they spot a lunchbox, gasping the kid grabs it and runs off after their mum.

"Mummy! Mummy!" yells the little 5 year old, then Kristy is coming over to the kid, she then picks Y/N up looking them over for cuts. "whats wrong N/N" he asks the toddler in her arms.

Said toddler then wriggled around in her arms and pushes a lunchbox into her face. "daddy forgot his lunch!" they exclaim as if it was thr end of the world. Kristy gives a mock gap. "then we'll have to bring it to him" she says making Y/N smile and nod.

Hours later, Y/N and their Mum are in the car on their way to the BAU to give Matt his lunch. Y/N was feeling wide eyed and a little scared as the kid walked up to the entrance of the BAU, their Mum had dropped them off and rove to owkr.

The 5 year old held the lunchbox tightly in their arms before marching off to the building, they sighned in to see 'Matt Simmons' at the front desk, as they walked the 5 year old got many strange looks from agents.

Soon they arrived on the right floor, the 5 year old marches again towards the doors to the BAU units room, soon they reached the door, confused the kid stands outside it.

Should they knock or just open it. What if he wasn't in there? What would they do then? As if on cue, the door opened, and a tall man stepped out. His face was unfamiliar, but Y/N could feel something inside them telling them that he was some kind of friend.

"Hi there" the man said he looked young, giving the little kid a awkward smile. "My name is Dr. Spencer Reid. Can I help you with anything?"

Y/N took a deep breath before mustering up the courage to speak. they were a bit nervous, but they knew their daddy was somewhere in this building and sending Reid away without getting any answers was not an option.

'Is my daddy here" they ask, big E/C eyes looking up at him. The Dr was confused who was this kid, as he goes to talk he is saved by JJ walking by. "JJ help me" mutters Spencer making the woman laugh.

JJ then looked down at the little kid. "hello sweetheart, im JJ.do you know your daddies name?" she asks the 5 year old child, Y/N nods confidently. "his name is Daddy, he works here can you help me find him?" they ask, their answer makes the adult sweat drop.

Of course they were asking a little kid what their dad name was. JJ smiles kindly and holds out her hand to the kid. "how about we find him together" she suggest earning a smile from the kid. "yes please, im Y/N!" exclaims the child.

Spencer and JJ then walk into the bullpen with little Y/N holding JJs hand skipping slightly. "well, its nice to meet you Y/N welcome to the BAU" exclaims JJ matching the kid energy.

"whos the lunchbox for Y/N?" questions JJ finally noticing the lunchbox clutched to the kid hands it was a lot bigger than a regular kids lunchbox. Y/N looks at the lunchbox in their arms and grins.

"its daddies, he forgot it" they explain making JJ awe at how cute it was having your kid bring you your forgotten lunch.

Throughout the hour Y/N hadn't found their dad yet but had met almost every member of the BAU team apart from one someone called Matt Simmons whos name sounded a lot like Y/Ns daddy.

As the kid waits, they sit on Spencer's desk little legs swinging as they ask the genius many questions about everything and about his job, beside them JJ and Penelope are smiling while Luke laughs at the state the man is in.

Emily, Tara and Rossi watch from the side, suddenly Matt wonders through the doors, he looked up when he heard his youngest kid voice, he was both surprised and delighted to see Y/N eagerly talking to the team and bombarding Spencer with questions.

"N/N!" he exclaims gaining an audience. Gasping the Kid almost falls off while scrambling to get down the desk once they were on the floor they sprinted into their dads arms.

"daddy you're here I brought your lunch!" yelled the 5 year old, the team watch as Matt picks the child effortlessly into his arms kissing their forehead taking the definitely squished lunch from them.

"thank you vey much N/N" he said earning a cheer from the H/C kid in his arms.

The team enjoyed getting a chance to meet Y/N, and as a result, the kid was invited back periodically to chat and learn more and bother spencer with more questions.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot three in a row im on a roll!

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Chapter Two

Wishes (M) (Season One) 

Summary: After a long day of classes, Min Yoongi decides to take a break at the music hall that has become his second home. He walks in with his cigarette lit and his blank expression quickly changes when he sees a girl playing his piano. The moment their eyes meet, their lives become complicated and Yoongi blames himself for her future pain. Was the love we had honest? 

Genre: Gang au!, college au!,  strangers to enemies (one-sided), strangers to lovers, slow burn, friendships, romance, angst,  little comedy, and smut

Main pairing: Gang leader! Min Yoongi x Pianist! Reader 

Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, gangs, violence, smoking cigarettes, drugs, and alcohol usage 

Warnings for this chapter: Murder

⇜ Masterlist ⇝

L/N Y/N loved the morning sky. It was a pretty color palette and she sometimes wished that she had the colors archived when she painted. The mornings reminded her of new beginnings like the stories her dad used to tell her when she was younger, hopeful. She continued to stare outside her window with a soft smile until the door opened. She slowly turned her head and smiled when she saw her maid, Sua. 

“Good morning, Sua. Did you sleep well?” 

Sua set the tray on her table and gave her a smile, “Yes I did. It was rather warm last night.” 

“It was but at least it wasn’t cold. Dad hates the cold.” 

Sua let out a small laugh as she poured the tea into her cup, “Which means you hate it as well?” 

“Yes. Are you going to eat with me?” 

“Sadly not today. I have to tend to your mother, she needs help with the party coming up.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head, “I hate those parties. Mom always tries to set me up with someone.” 

“I’m sure she means well, Y/N.” 

“I know she does but I don’t like those people.”

“And what do you like?” 

Y/N glanced down at the cup and then back at Sua, “I’m not sure.” 

“I’m sure you will figure it out. I’ll see you after classes.” 

“Bye Sua.” 

She watched Sua leave and she was left alone in her room. Y/N is the only child of William and Arabella Lynn L/N. Two powerful Ceos in business and devoted parents. They loved Y/N with their whole hearts but they could be overprotective at times. They would invest in anything Y/N was interested in. When she was five, she was interested in coloring, so they built her a wing where she could learn how to paint. When she was seven, she was interested in music and dance, so they signed her up with the best teachers. That’s how she became the number one pianist in her division. Being twenty-two, she accomplished a lot. 

She loved her parents but she didn’t want to rely on them forever. When she turned eighteen she started working in a restaurant, her parents disagreed with this but she continued. She also got a side job as data analytics for a bank, something her parents didn’t know about (if they did, they would probably have a heart attack). Everyone at her school thought she was weird for wanting to work when she had the richest parents in the school, they wouldn’t understand. She finished her tea and glanced outside with a smile, the sun looked pretty today. 

She changed into her uniform putting her hair in a ponytail. She headed downstairs to see her parents sitting on their couch watching the news. She smiled at them and gently waved at them, “Good morning.” 

Her dad looked over and smiled at her, “My flower, did you sleep well?”

“I did, why aren’t you at work?” 

Her mom let out a small laugh and kissed her dad’s cheek, “We wanted to go in late, breakfast date.”

“That sounds fun, I’ll be heading to school.” 

“Be safe!” 

“I will!” 

She walked on the paveway, saying good morning to all the gardeners and the other workers. They loved working for the L/N family, they treated them so kindly and sometimes they don’t even feel like workers. She went through the gate and went towards the camera to give one final goodbye to her staff and parents. 

School was a weird subject to her. She had friends and all the teachers loved her but she still felt like an outcast. She didn’t know how to explain it. No one bullied her but she did know people talked about her, it was something she couldn’t stop. It was just human nature. Her best friend, Nam Dawon, was the same as her. Both parents are powerful Ceos but never let their titles get to her head. She was more on the quiet side, which is why they get along so well. Y/N was more outgoing and “troublesome” (that’s what Dawon called her). 

She walked through the gates and ran towards Dawon with a wide smile, “Good morning~.” 

Dawon smiled at her and wiped her hands on her skirt, “Good morning, you're late by the way.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders, “The bell didn’t ring so, we're fine.” 

“That’s not the point...how was your piano practice yesterday?” 

The two girls walked inside the building as the chatter from everyone filled her head. She looked at Dawon with a small smirk, “It was...fun.” 

“Fun? How so?” 

“I guess the better word would be unpredictable.” 

“Y/N, just tell me.” 

Y/N let out a small laugh and shook her head. She wrapped her arm around Dawon’s, “There was a guy...he was interesting.”

“Really? What was he like?” 

“Unpredictable...” And that scares me but it intrigues me...annoying really. 

They walked up the stairs but were stopped when Choi Jessica looked at them with wide eyes and panting, “Did you guys hear?” 

Y/N glanced at Dawon and back at Jessica with a confused look, “No?”

“There was another murder by Heliotropes.” 

Y/N’s eyes widened and looked at Dawon, “Joo Won didn’t tell me anything...I was just there last night.” 

“He doesn’t always tell you everything, Y/N. Do you think it has something to do with gangs?”

Jessica gasped at this and hugged herself, “Gangs? Those low lives only want to cause more misery because they think it’s fun. All of them should be in jail.”

Y/N's mouth formed a straight line and glanced at Dawon, “We should get to class…”

Dawon nodded her head and gave Jessica a small smile, “Bye.”

The two walked off before she could say anything more. There have been more deaths happening but this time it was different. It was at a place she frequently visited. She had to call Joo Won to make sure everything was okay or at least hear him lie that it was okay. Anything to decipher murder in some way.

When they entered the classroom, everyone was talking about the murder. It wasn’t uncommon to hear people talk about gang violence but having it near the school was new. It was an uneasy feeling. Class went by slowly and the only thing that was on Y/N’s mind was figuring out Yoongi (she didn’t want to think about the murder anymore). It’s been a couple of days since she saw him well, it’s been a couple of days since she went to the music hall. She’s been busy with her mother’s upcoming party to play the piano but today she wanted to go. A small part of her wanted to see Yoongi but another part of her didn’t really care. In all honesty, she was indifferent toward the cold smoker. He didn’t annoy nor did he make her happy, he was just there. 

As she gathered her things, she quickly made her way out of the school. Waving toward Dawon and other classmates before entering the community college campus. No one paid attention to her and she liked that. She looked around the busy campus and saw everyone talking to each other, it didn’t feel like there was pressure. 

She opened the music hall doors and smiled when she saw it empty. She quickly made her way down to the instrument with a soft smile. She gently touched the dark wood and opened it, revealing the ebony keys to her. She barely touched the keys before she sat on the stool. Her black skirt covered her thighs as placed the headphones in her ears. Her fingers started playing on their own. She wasn’t sure what the melody was but she liked it. 

She was focused but she wasn’t that focused because the smell of smoke hit her nose. She stopped playing and turned around to see a new (handsome) face. She gave him a small smile, “Do you want to play?” 

The guy let out a puff of smoke and shook his head, “No, I was just curious. The melody, it’s missing something.” 

She glanced at the keys and then back at him with her head tilted, “What do you think is missing?” 

“Happiness? It just sounds Melancholy.” 

“Really? I thought it sounded...happy.”

The guy let out a small chuckle and shook his head, “If that’s happiness to you then I would be scared to hear your version of sadness.” 

“People have their own definitions of the words, it’s not always black and white.” 

“Then maybe you should learn what happiness is.”

She gave him a small glare and turned her back to him, “I think you should be kinder to strangers. You can’t just assume things.” 

“Your piano playing tells me otherwise. Bye, Y/N.”

Her eyes widened at this and turned back to the stranger, “How do you know my name?”

“You capture someone’s attention. I wanted to see for myself.”

She scoffed at this and stood up from the stool to glare at him, “Who the hell is this someone?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“That’s why I asked. Who is this someone?” 

“He’s right, you're feisty.”

“I’ll show you feisty-”

“Taehyung, what the hell are you doing here?” She turned her head at the new (familiar) voice. Yoongi stood there with his black leather jacket being highlighted under the lights and his long black hair framing his face perfectly. She scoffed and looked between “Taehyung” and Yoongi, “Should’ve known.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrow at this as he made his way towards “Taehyung”, “Known what Bambi?” 

She went back to the piano with her back towards them, “That you know each other. Tyrants know each other.” 

“The fuck is she talking about?” 

“She's calling us tyrants because we smoke in the music hall. Keep up. Don’t you have somewhere to be?” 

She heard footsteps and she smiled to herself. With the door closing, she started to play the piano but this time without her headphones. She continued to play until she felt a presence next to her. She looked up as her fingers continued playing, “Can I help you?” 

“I want to play.” 

“Well, I’m playing right now-”

“I want to play with you.”

She stopped playing and looked at Yoongi with a raised eyebrow, “You want to play with me at the same time?” 

“That’s what I said. Unless you think your better than-”

“I never said that so don’t put words into my mouth. Sit.” 

She moved a bit and ignored the scoffing. When he sat next to her she glanced at him, “What do you want to play?” 

“Don’t you usually compose your own music?” 

“I do but that wouldn’t be fair for me to do that to you. I can’t expect someone to follow me when they don’t even know my next move. It’s not fair.”

He nodded his head and looked down at the keys, “We can do Mozart.” 

“I don’t have a problem with that...Why did you want to play with me? You don’t seem the type.”

He scoffed and looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “What does that mean?”

“Your vibe just tells me you want to do things your way. That’s all. Not bad.” 

Nothing was said after that because Yoongi started playing without her. She rolled her eyes and started to follow. It was clear to her that Yoongi was a trained pianist. She was kind of shocked that he was playing with ease. The two continued to play and she glanced at his face to see his eyebrows furrowed. He was concentrating hard on the keys. When the song ended, she clapped her hands together, “That was fun.” 

“You kept up.” 

“You didn’t think I would?” 

“No, but you were shocked that I kept up.” 

She glanced at him and nodded her head, “I would be lying if I said no. Obviously, you play piano but I didn’t know the skill level. Did you ever go to school for it?” 

Yoongi rolled his eyes and took out a cigarette, “I didn’t have time for that. I just learned whenever I had the time.”

“You're very talented.”

“I know.” 

She let out a small laugh when she felt her phone buzz in her skirt pocket. She took her phone out and saw her mom was calling her. She sighed and looked at Yoongi, “I have to go.”

“Let me walk you.”

She shook her head and glanced at the cigarette, “No because you're going to smoke. I don’t want to smell like smoke.” 

He rolled his eyes and placed his cigarette back into the box, “Is that okay, Bambi?” 

“Yes...are you really going to walk me?” 

“Yes.” 

She let out a small sigh and decided not to argue with him. She picked up her backpack and glanced at him, “Can I stop by a store?” 

“You're not a prisoner.” 

“I beg to differ.” 

The two left the music hall and she felt eyes on her. It was probably because of Yoongi. She overheard people talk about Yoongi and it seems like he's a loner. He had a set friend group and he didn’t bother to change it until now. She wondered why he was talking to her, she didn’t mind it but it did give her second thoughts on his intentions. She walked into a liquor store as Yoongi followed her closely. She went towards the drinks and turned towards him, “Are you going to pick a drink?” 

“Why would I?”

“Because I want you to have a drink?” 

He glanced at the drinks and then back at her, “So the rich girl is going to pay for me.” 

She scoffed at this and picked up her tea, “Don’t call me that. You know I have a name.” 

“Fine, Bambi.” He opened another section and took whiskey out of the cold. She glanced at the drink and then at him with a raised eyebrow, “You getting whiskey? It’s only four in the afternoon.” 

“Bambi you said pick a drink, you never said I couldn’t get alcohol.” 

“I guess...” 

She walked towards the cashier and went to take out her wallet. She stopped when the cashier looked at her with a nervous look, “You don’t have to pay.” 

She furrowed her eyebrows at this and tilted her head, “I have alcohol...you need to see my ID..”

She watched the cashier glance at Yoongi and then back at her with a nervous look, “It’s covered. Don’t worry.” 

She looked at Yoongi with a confused look, “Is this-”

“It’s fine, Y/N. Let’s go.”

She nodded her head but before she left, she took out 50,000 KRW and slid it to him. She gave him a small smile and bowed her head at him, “Have a good day.”

Yoongi grabbed her wrist and left the store without saying anything. They went to a bench and she sat down next to him. She watched him take a drink and she tilted her head at him. He glanced at her and looked at her drink, “You like lemon tea?” 

“I do. You like whiskey.” 

He let out a small chuckle and nodded his head, “I do. Want a drink?” 

“Sure.” She took the bottle and took a small sip of the dark liquid. She frowned at it and gave it back to him, “It’s not bad but it’s not good.” 

“Do you drink alcohol?” 

“Sometimes. It’s not a common thing in my day-to-day life.”

“What do you drink then, Bambi?” 

She rolled her eyes and let a small smirk appear, “I like tequila...wine...nothing else comes to mind.” That was a lie. She would drink almost anything at the parties that her mother threw. Anything to distract her from the men there. 

“Interesting. Don’t you have to get going?” 

“I do...but I can stay a little longer.” 

He took another sip and raised his eyebrow at her, “You don’t follow orders, do you?”

“I already told my mom I was finishing off my piece. She understands.” He leaned back into the bench and she followed his lead. She opened her tea and took a small sip. She felt his eyes on her and she glanced at him with a raised eyebrow, “You look like you have a question.” 

“What are you majoring in?” 

“Music and programming.” 

He nodded his head and looked her up and down, “Smart.”

“What about you, Yoongi?” 

“Business.” 

She smiled at this and nodded her head, “I can see you as a Ceo.” 

“Why is that, Bambi?” 

“You just have this aura for it.” 

“I hope that’s a good thing.” 

“It is, don’t worry.”

They both stared at each other and she looked into his dark eyes. Normally you would see something from a person rather it be happy or sad but she couldn’t tell with him. His eyes were a mystery to her but she knew some mysteries were left unsolved. She was the one that broke the stare and stood up to throw her can away. She glanced over her shoulders and looked at him, “Are you ready?” 

“I am, Bambi.” 

The two walked in silence but it made Y/N think more. If Yoongi was an outcast at his school, why was he interacting with her? He was weird and she didn’t know if he was a good weird or a bad weird yet. He was just weird to her for now. They stopped in front of her gate and she turned towards him, “Thank you...again.” 

“I wouldn’t want you to walk alone at night. It’s dangerous.” 

“I think everyone knows that...I’m assuming you heard about the murder.” 

He let out a deep sigh and looked away from her, “I did...” 

She nodded her head and pushed the button to go in, “I’ll see you when I see you.”

“Yeah, Bambi.” 

She gave him a small wave and walked through her gates. As she made her through her garden she felt his eyes on her. She stopped herself from looking at him and shook her head to continue looking forward. There was something about Yoongi but she just couldn’t figure it out...she also didn’t know if she wanted to figure it out. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Oppa?” Y/N pushed the door slowly and looked around the empty restaurant with a frown. It was quiet and that was strange. It was a Saturday afternoon meaning the restaurant should be loud with plates clattering and the talks of someone's ex-boyfriend echoing in the room. Something was wrong. Y/N placed her bags on a table and walked towards the stairs to Joo Won’s apartment. With each step she took, the wood would cry in agony and it wasn’t comforting her. She gently knocked on the door, “Oppa?” 

The door opened and she was looking in familiar dark brown eyes, “Yoongi? What are you doing here?” 

“Bambi? What are you doing here?” 

She tried looking past Yoongi’s shoulder but he blocked her view with the door. She looked at him with a confused look, “I’m here to see oppa...now answer my question, what are you doing here?” 

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"I don't wanna," Keith pouted. Takashi sighed, staring down at his hands.

Okaasan, what do I do? He thought to himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Patience yields focus. Remember that. He opened his eyes again.

"Akira, you have to, alright? School is important," Takashi said.

"But it's loud," Keith whined.

"I know, but once school's over you can come right back home where it's quieter, alright?" Keith studied him, probably trying to detect a lie in there somewhere.

"Okay," he finally conceded. Takashi felt himself relax. He offered a smile to Keith.

"Alright, then. Let's get you ready, yeah?" Keith just nodded in response.

Keith's response to why he didn't want to go to school was ever so slightly concerning. Takashi was fairly certain that school being too loud was not a normal reason to not go to school.

I'll have to see if I can do any research into it. I want to help in any way I can, Takashi thought as he went downstairs with Keith and took the lunchbox that was offered to him to put into Keith's bag and then the lunchbox offered for himself.

"Alright, are we ready to go?" Sarah asked. Keith just nodded his head.

"Yep," Takashi said. He led Keith out to the car, Sarah behind them to lock the door.

They went to drop Keith off first, seeing as his new school was rather close. Takashi went in with him to get him situated in his new classroom, while Sarah stayed in the car.

"Hello! I'm Ms Summers, do need any help?" A kindly woman with her hair tied up in a bun asked.

"Uh, yeah, I'm here to drop him off," Takashi said, motioning towards Keith.

"Alright! What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Keith," he replied in a small voice. Ms Summers smiled kindly.

"Alrighty, then, follow me and I'll help you find your classroom." Ms Summers looked at Takashi. "You can follow along so you know where to find him at the end of the day."

"Thank you, Ms," Takashi said. Ms Summers waved her hand.

"Don't mention it. Let's go find your classroom, yeah?" Keith nodded. He was clinging to Takashi, which he'd gotten used to.

Ms Summers led them to the office, where Takashi gave them Keith's full name. Then Ms Summers led them to the room that they mentioned.

"You're in my class, Keith," Ms Summers said.

"That's cool, isn't it, Keith?" Keith just mutely nodded. "Sorry, he's been like this a lot recently."

"That's fine. A lot of kids his age are often nervous when they start at school, especially when it's in the middle of the year like this." Takashi nodded.

When they got to Keith's new classroom, Takashi bent down to hug him.

"I don't want to be here," Keith said.

"I know, otouto, but you have to be here, okay?" Keith nodded. "Have a good day, okay? I love you."

"I love you too."

"Mr Hippo will keep you company."

"Okay."

"Bye, Keith. Have a good day."

"Bye." Takashi walked out of the room, leaving Keith alone. Ms Summers distracted him by showing him around the room. She had a lot of experience when it came to this stuff. Teachers had to have this kind of experience when they taught younger kids who had only ever been with their parents for four years of their lives.

Takashi walked back to the car and hopped in.

"Right, let's get you to school," Sarah said. Takashi simply nodded, buckling himself in as Sarah started the car again and pulled out of the parking space.

His own school was five minutes away from Keith's school, so the ride didn't take that long. Sarah took him to the office to get his schedule and his locker number, then she left for work.

"You'll be shown around by another student," the office lady said.

"Thank you," Takashi said. The office lady smiled.

"You're welcome. Go wait over there while your guide comes."

"Alright." Takashi went and sat on a seat. He studied his timetable while he waited.

A girl entered the office five minutes later. Takashi watched as she walked up to the front desk and talked to the lady behind it. She pointed to Takashi, and the girl turned to look at him. He noticed that she was wearing a Harvard sweatshirt and baggy jeans. She had a head band on and glasses, too. She seemed like the kind of person to become a class president or become a lawyer.

Takashi stood up as she walked over to him, a bounce in her step.

"Hi there! I'm Emily, and I'll be your guide while you adjust to the school," she said.

"I'm Shiro," he replied. Emily smiled.

"It's nice to meet you Shiro," she said.

"It's nice to meet you too."

"May I see your timetable?" Emily asked. Takashi handed over his timetable. Emily scanned it. "Oh, you're doing Japanese?"

"Uh... yeah."

"Not many people choose to do it. They prefer more romantic languages, like Spanish or French. Japanese is a really cool language, though."

"Uh... yeah, it is. I'm actually Japanese myself," Takashi said.

"Oh! That's so cool! Now, you have English first up. I also have that now. Let's get going," Emily said. She handed him his timetable back.

"Thank you," he said, probably out of habit.

Emily led him through the halls, talking about some of the school's programs that he might want to consider, and then sharing information about some of the teachers. It was nice of her to do so, though Takashi didn't think that he would want to join any after school clubs, not when he still had to take care of Keith. Sarah might be their current foster mother, but Keith would only let Takashi help him.

This is going to be stressful, he thought to himself.

Emily led him to Homeroom, which he also had with her. He felt like the school had decided to put him in a few of her classes so that he would have someone he knew with him.

"Go sit wherever you would like," She said. Takashi nodded, and sat at the very back of the classroom. They had five minutes before school started, and the classroom was full already.

Almost as soon as he left to sit down, Emily was surrounded by a group of girls. They talked to her, glancing at Takashi far too frequently for him to be comfortable. He knew that they were talking about him.

He ignored them as much as he could, though it was proved to be hard when they were looking at him every five seconds. He chose to look around the classroom from his seat and watch how others around him interacted, trying to separate the different groups. It was only slightly hard, though he was only successful at separating the bullies from the rest before the teacher came in.

"Alright class, settle down," he said as the bell rang. Students rushed to their seats. "So, we have a new student today. Takayashi Shirogain, would you like to come up and introduce yourself?" Takashi cringed at the mispronunciation of his name, but he got up all the same and joined the teacher at the front of the class.

"Uh... Hi, I'm Takashi Shirogane, but I prefer Shiro," he said. There were giggles from some of the students.

"Do you have anything you'd like to share about yourself?" The teacher asked.

"No," he replied. The teacher nodded.

"Well, I'm Mr Baldwin. You can go sit back down." Takashi went and sat down in his seat. He breathed out a sigh of relief, but he could still feel some people looking at him.

Mr Baldwin started talking about something else, which slowly took the attention off of him. One of the boys was staring at him. Takashi ignored it.

After homeroom was, as Emily had said, English. There were different people in the class, and the teacher, who was a kindly woman, introduced herself. They played a bit of a game for him to get to know his classmates, then they started the lesson. Mrs Wilkinson caught him up on the work that they were doing. Which, right now, they were watching a movie.

He moved through the day with different guides, all from Emily's friend group. Emily would take it upon herself to be his main guide though, and during lunch she took the time to show him to the bathrooms and ate lunch with him. It was rather nice.

At the end of the day, he left, saying goodbye to some of the people who had helped him.

"How was your day?" Sarah asked.

"It was actually really good," he replied.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Some of the teachers butchered my name, but that's normal. Not many people know how to pronounce Japanese names," he said. Sarah hummed.

"Unfortunately, some people don't care to learn hos vowels sound in other languages. It's a shame, really," she said. Takashi nodded.

They got to Keith's school, and Sarah let Takashi go and get him. He walked along the path he'd taken that morning to Keith's classroom, where his younger brother was colouring in a picture quietly while his classmates ran around. Ms Summers looked up at him and smiled.

"Keith, you can go now," she said. Keith looked up, and his face lit up when he saw Takashi. He packed up his things and bounded over to him.

"Hey, Keith, how was your day?" Takashi asked.

"It was okay," Keith replied. He reached up to grab Takashi's hand. He let his younger brother take it.

"That's good. Are you ready to leave?" Keith nodded.

They waved to Ms Summers and walked out to the car, where Sarah was waiting. Takashi helped Keith then got back in himself. Sarah tried to make small talk with Keith about his day, and she got some answers. Simple sentences, nothing long, no long rants about his day like what Takashi got.

He supposed that it was progress.

When they got home, Takashi and Keith sat at the table together to do homework. Takashi helped Keith out, while Sarah prepared them an afternoon snack that consisted of chocolate chip cookies, apple slices, and bananas. She also gave them a glass of juice each.

When Takashi was sure that Keith's homework was finished, he let his brother go off and play by himself while Takashi worked on his own homework. When he was finished, he cleaned up his mess and took it back to his room.

He went over to Keith's room to find him playing with Duplo blocks. He looked up when Takashi entered, but went back to playing soon after.

"Hey, Akira," he said. Keith hummed in response. "Did you make any friends today?"

"No," came the reply. Takashi frowned slightly. Keith... wasn't the best at making friends. He knew this. Takashi could only hope that he'd be able to make at least one friend some day.

Life was lonely if you didn't have any.

Takashi didn't want Keith to be lonely.

How do I help him? He asked himself, watching as Keith continued to play, stacking blocks onto each other and driving cars along the board that they were stacked on, always in an order, in this one particular way.

_______________________

Pt1 pt2

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendation List: April PT. 1

Welcome to April’s recommendation list. Below is the link to take you back to March pt 2 featuring Peaky Blinders, Triple Frontier, Frank Castle, Joel Miller, and the works I posted. The goal for April is to write another chapter In This Heart and rewrite The Spark. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, your stories, or even your blog, please feel free to tag me in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. I hope you had a great Easter if you celebrate it!

<< March ‘23 PT. 2 🍀

April ‘23 Pt. 2 🌷 >>

Masterlist

A Different Sort of Man (Moodboard) for @evita-shelby story.

Feel What You Feel (Moodboard + Blurb) >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella Holland | "Perhaps this was the day she fell in love with Tommy Shelby."

Happy Birthday Mr. Pascal (Moodboard)

Invisible String (Moodboard) >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella Holland | "And isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?"

It's Ok (Moodboard) >> Arthur Shelby x Beth | "It’s okay to be not okay."

Secret Garden (Moodboard) >> Arthur Shelby x Beth | “You saved me, Beth. Perhaps it’s time you allowed me to protect you from whatever demons you allow to darken your beautiful mind.”

Visitor (Moodboard + One-Shot) >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella Holland | "You will never be alone, Tommy, because I’m always going to be in your heart..."

BLURBS:

I'd Kill For You by @there-goes-thefighter >> John Shelby x f!reader - Summary: John doesn't take too kindly to someone asking the girl he likes out. | This was so fluffy and cute in a Peaky Blinders sort of way.

March Madness Drabble Challenge 2023: DAY 23 by @acewritesfics >> John Shelby x Wife!Reader - Summary: John cares for his wife and son. | I love reading about John Shelby and his kids.

Obvious by @peakyscillian >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary/Request: 'Giggling about how their friends haven’t found out about them yet even though they’re being so obvious.' | This was very cute. I enjoyed it.

ONE-SHOTS:

Bye Bye Blackbird by @zablife >> Tommy Shelby x F!Reader - Summary: Tommy's love interest from before the war leaves for the excitement of the city, but a chance encounter years later finds her disillusioned with all that sparkles. Can he convince her to come home? | Lee does a wonderful job writing something beautiful and sad simultaneously.

How Much I Love You by @runnning-outof-time >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: (Y/N) takes the opportunity to tell Tommy what she thinks when she finds him still in bed. | Melancholy Tommy to content and in love Tommy, beautiful.

Life is a Cabaret by @notyour-valentine >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy has an iron-clad arrangement with a performer, one of his own making. | Val does such a good job with imagery in this one as well as emotions, leaving you wanting so much more for both Tommy and the reader. Like with most of Val's writing, you don't want to miss this one. It's angsty.

Not Yet by @raincoffeeandfandoms >> Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader - Summary: One of the most difficult days of his life awaits him. He's ready to kill Mosley, but not yet. He's ready to make him pay for his horrible thoughts and crimes, but not yet. For the moment, he is in bed with his wife. Life at your side, it seems to be easier, and he loves that feeling. | Flor's way with words in this is just breathtakingly beautiful. It's a must-read.

Philopator by @notyour-valentine >> Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader - Summary: When Michael presents his offer to Tommy for a restructuring of the company, he mentions his daughter - after all, she is already involved, even if Tommy doesn’t know it yet. | The emotions are so well written in this, and the tears that I shed while reading. It's a must-read.

*Saltwater Tears by @areyenotfondofmelobster >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary/Request: Do you really want me? Or is this your way of getting back at my father? | So much emotion in this one. I felt the big decision weighing down on me. So good.

ONE-SHOTS:

Stormy Night by @jackfrombaskinrobbins >> Matt Murdock x teen!adopted!reader - Summary: Matt comes home banged up when his teenager should be in bed asleep. | I always thought Matt would make a good Uncle/Dad, and this further proves my idea he would.

An Unexpected Delight by @amhrosina >> Poly!Frank Castle x Reader x Matt Murdock - Summary: Frank wants a taste after Matt tells him how perfectly delicious you are. | Amazing and hot.

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS:

Delicate by @slow-motionlovepotion >> Joel Miller x Reader - Summary: Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine, all the damn time. | It was so scorching and very well written. I loved it.

Learned Something New by @wheresarizona >> Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey x F!Reader - Summary: Reunion sex with Jack leads to a discovery. | This is just so very hot that I needed a tall glass of cold water to go with it.

Like Real People Do by @tightjeansjavi >> Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: You, Joel, and Ellie arrive in Jackson for the first time. Joel sees your real smile for the first time in months, all thanks to Jackson’s horses. | This was adorable, and at times Ellie maybe steal the spotlight (in a good way.) I truly did love reading this fluffy piece.

Long Long Night by @toxic-seduction >> Joel Miller x afab!reader - Summary: “I’m not done with you.” or big dick Joel Miller fucks you hard. | 🥵 🥵 🥵 🥵 🥵 🥵

Nadie Espera un Milagro (No One Expects a Miracle) by @oonajaeadira >> Javier Peña x f!reader - Summary: Sassy, confident, American ex-pat female who finds her parents a little tedious and enjoys both her independence and her job as a high-level admin at the DEA. | Had me falling in love with Javi and how much he cared for the reader and wanted to prove to the reader's parents she could take care of herself.

Need To Know by @ayorooster >> dbf!Joel Miller x afab!reader - Summary: THE FIRST TIME Joel Miller realized how bad he had it for you was on a Saturday night. | It's hot 🥵 and I really enjoyed it.

*Salvatore Pt. 1 to Playing Dangerous by @devilmademewriteit >> Javier Peña x afab!fem!reader - Summary: A secretary with an attitude problem, a DEA agent with an insolence problem. Years ago, you'd stopped hoping for his character to improve, but he's still gunning to set you straight. It’s the worst day of your life, and Javier Peña aims to take advantage of that. | Plot leaves you wanting more and more and so excited there is a second part.

*Playing Dangerous Pt. 2 to Salvatore by @devilmademewriteit >> Javier Peña x afab!fem!reader - Summary: Sure, the fact that he’d schemed up an entire, elaborate ruse to get between your legs was upsetting. More upsetting was the fact that he refused to fess up, insisting that you needed to be protected (or at the very least—cautious) because your life was in ‘grave danger.’ Most upsetting, however? That would be the fact that through it all and above everything else, you still wanted him—badly. | It's a masterpiece. That's the best way to describe this overall.

Still Here by @sl-ut >> Joel Miller x Reader - Summary: Joel is older than y/n, but that’s never been a concern of hers until very recently. | The number of emotions I went through while reading this one was dozy. I needed tissues. So well written.

Swaddling by @babydin >> Joel Miller x Reader - Summary: Joel was not a morning person. But the morning after he had spent the night with his cock inside you and woke up fucking you? That day he was definitely a morning person. | Dirty with a dash of cuteness.

TRIPLE FRONTIER:

Erase It by @jake-g-lockley >> Santiago Garcia x reader - Summary/Prompt: they’re teasing each other when one character goes “then kiss me” and is surprised that the other character actually does it. | Can Santiago come take care of me during my periods, please? It's so fluffy and sexy. TW: Period Stuff

Husband Duties by @rayslittlekitten >> Will “Ironhead” Miller x Wife F!reader - Summary: Not being able to fall asleep, you wake your husband up to help with your situation. | Currently wishing I was Will's wife. TW: Pregnancy

WILLIAM DAFOE:

*Heroes by @areyenotfondofmelobster >> Sgt. Elias Grodin x OFC! Alexis Ryder - Summary: He is king, and she is queen. He smokes, and she is mean. Tomorrow, death may take them, but today, they are heroes. A story about love, war, courage, and the duality of man -- inspired by the David Bowie song, "Heroes". | This is a beautifully well-done story.

Just Because 🌻 (Moodboard) by @raincoffeeandfandoms >> Modern!Tommy Shelby

Keep Us Safe (Moodboard) by @running-outof-time >> Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader | for @zablife story Keep Us Safe.

Peaky Blinders characters with a daughter who gets her first period by @scorpiussage | I read Alfie’s dialogue in his voice; it was so spot on. I can see Arthur getting all pale. Tommy would stand by and listen to help in the future. So good.

Phantom!Alfie x Christine!Reader (Moodboard) by @raincoffeeandfandoms >> Alfie Solomons x Reader | I'm a huge fan of Phantom of the Opera, so this moodboard is just perfect, especially for Alfie. I think.

@notyour-valentine - Val is a fantastic writer at conveying the tone, setting, and emotions. I often feel like I've stepped inside the piece of writing I'm reading or watched it play out on screen instead of reading it. Not only does she write for Peaky Blinders, but she also writes for House of Dragons.

@cillmequick - Alex is a talented writer who writes for Peaky Blinder's fandom with two main stories. The Lockdown Sessions is a Cillian Murphy series, and Betrayal is a Tommy Shelby story feat. Luca Changretta. Alex recently celebrated 6 months of posting her stories. So, give her stories a read and a follow.

@areyenotfondofmelobster - S brings forth emotions when writing for Adrien Characters and Peaky Blinders, to name her current favorites. I've enjoyed three of her pieces, and they have moved me to tears, and I love it when a writer can do that. Her current series White Ribbon features Luca Changretta.

[fallenclan]

brambles tugged at his exhausted muscles as he scowled his way through fallenclan territory. otterslip made his way around a tree, his only guide the bright light of the moon. as he walked up to a rock where he often sharpened his claws, a voice caught his attention.

“henryclaw,” it seemed to weep. “i will not let you die in vain. antlerclan will pay for this.”

otterslip blinked. was this one of his former clanmates? he strained to hear a little bit more then he began to recognize the voice.

brambletuft?

he peered from behind the rock and saw the she-cat sitting in a clearing that was pooled in moonlight. she was staring up at a star overhead.

“brambletuft..?” he whispered. maybe this was a bad idea-

she turned her head towards him, eyes widening. “otterslip?” she gasped. “what in the world are you doing here? you shouldn’t be here!” her cakes glinted as they slid out.

otterslip’s eyes widened. what happened to the nervous, kind brambletuft he had once known? “wait,” he unsheathed his own claws and watched as a quick look of alarm shot across brambletuft’s for a split second. he smirked with satisfaction. this could work out very well for him. “i just wanted to say hi to an old friend.”

his voice was caked in false innocence but brambletuft’s eyes softened. “oh. i get it,” she muttered. “ever since henryclaw was murdered, i’ve been so lonely. id do anything to see him again.”

otterslip took a step colored to her and reached out with his tail to comfort her. she leaned into his embrace, clearly having been starved of affection.

“you know, what those cats did was terrible,” he soothed.

brambletuft pulled back from him. “wait, do you know who did it?” her eyes where wide. “you can help me! i need to avenge him.”

he smirked to himself. “oh yes,” he frowned. “i heard a couple of them speaking about it. terrible, terrible cats. foxhearts, honestly!”

“you need to help me!” brambletuft exclaimed. “please,” she paused for a moment. “listen, i know i shouldn’t be talking to you, but you’ve already been exiled! it doesn’t matter what you do, so please help me kill whoever did this.”

otterslip smiled kindly. “of course. how could i decline a former friend?” his voice was laced in poised but brambletuft was too determined to notice.

“oh, thank you. i’ll be back here tomorrow night. then we can work out some plans. bye, otterslip.”

he waved as she padded back to her camp.

when somebody was grieving, it was always the best time to manipulate them.

uhhhm i don’t know if this is anything?? maybe an au or sumn. or real. i just like the idea of otterslip turning her evil. hawkfrost ivypool situation.

- 🪼 (sorry to spam hehe)

OUGGHHGH GOD THIS IS SUCH A COOL IDEA.... Bramble has the Nervous trait as well so i feel like it would be fairly easy for Otterslip to manipulate her. god thats so fucked. get a job leave her alone etc

[mi-olaaa]

↳˗ˏˋ“What’s inside of me but skull and bones..?” ˊˎ˗ ☆

- Doja Cat, “Skull And Bones” from the ‘Scarlet’ album. ☆ ˊˎ˗

☆ ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ ☆

“Who is Micah?”

It’s me, duh!

“Well who is Angel and Mimi?”

Still me. Mimi and Angel are nicknames.

“How old are you?”

19. Are we done here? That info is in my bio.

“Yeah, roll the cameras.”

↳˗ˏˋWhat I’ll write for/Etc.. ☆ ˊˎ˗

All the hottest bitches come here first for the rules.. .𖥔˚

↳˗ˏˋM.list..ˊˎ˗ ☆

The master list comes second.. I don’t make the rules. Oh wait, I do. ⋆.˚

☆ ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ ☆

↳˗ˏˋDNI..ˊˎ˗ ☆

Get the fuck out of here bitch, no one wants you here!

You can so kindly leave my blog if you are any of the following:

• racist

• homophobic/transphobic

• pro-shippers

• pedos.. or weirdos..

• ableist

• a fat-shamer or a body-shamer in general

• a person who uses slurs they can’t reclaim..

• a hater. Constructive criticism and just being plain old fucking rude are two different things.

• I’m 99% sure there’s other things.. I’m just forgeting.. (it’s my adhd yall lemme alone)

↳˗ˏˋDo interact!! ˊˎ˗ ☆

please interact on my page if you are.. (if you aren’t that’s perfectly fine too! Luv evb over here 🫶🏾)

• LGBTQ+! (I really js need more friends to relate to tbh..)

• POC. (Again- perfectly acceptable if you’re not)

• writers (need someone telling me I’m doing this shit right 😭)

• music enjoyers! (Any kind. Mitski, Laufey, Kali Uchis, SZA, Sir Chloe, Tyler the Creator, Kendrick Lamar, etc! It DONT MATTA. COME SIGN THESE PAPERS.)

• overall.. js be cool- it really don’t matter..

☆ ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ ☆

↳˗ˏˋFin.ˊˎ˗ ☆

How y’all like the new theme? I changed it up again w/ my indecisive ass. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Can’t think of anything else to add.. so this is the end! Bye <3 ✌🏾

↳˗ˏˋ“What’s inside of me but my soul..?”ˊˎ˗ ☆

[tryckthebard]

@neverhangd

The handwriting is neat and tidy to a surprising degree, an elegant cursive script that should have no place on the torn and yellowed paper.

When we reach our next destination, I intend to leave—with or without the captain’s approval. I can’t ask you to come with me. There’s no coin to be made there. But this last adventure has taught me a few things, like that my heart isn’t as dead as I thought it to be. That there are people out there capable of treating others kindly, even me. That there are even some poor fucks who can look at me find beauty there. Thank you for teaching me those things. I think I love you. I’m all out of parchment now, so I suppose I just get to live with that. Good-bye and good luck. Signed, A Friend

Tryck had found the letter waiting for him on his hammock as they were making port in Nassau. He had recognized her script even if she didn't properly sign it. He'd seen it enough times, when she was writing in the ledgers during the times they were left alone on the ship.

He honestly has no idea how to feel as he reads the words over and over again, except that he doesn't want her to go. He doesn't want her to leave him on the ship with the rest of the crew that could care less about him except as a place to plug their pegs. He serves no loyalty to the Captain, only on the ship to avoid arrest in certain ports.

In Nassau, there are no bounties or warrants on him, and he knows Anne knows that, so he wonders... why would she say her goodbyes, rather than ask him to come along?

It's a question he needs answered, and so he packs what little belongings he actually has (violin, a few clothes, a couple of books) and carries them off the ship without a word to the crew.

How far has she gone, how long will he have to look for her? He doesn't much care, he'll search the entire port and beyond if he has to.

There's not a chance he's going to let his Fiery Lass get away.

[phantomspren]

I started watching Sandman last night.

This is a shit quality picture but this frame really struck me.

Morpheus is talking to Matthew about going to Hell. Matthew pushes going with Dream and finally Dream gives in. (We don't meet Matthew until later on in the comics so this scene doesn't happen.)

I'm currently reading The Kindly Ones, and Morpheus is about to go track the Furies down to get them to leave the dreaming alone.

And-

Matthew decides to go with him.

Even though he'll probably die.

ANYWAYS JUST THOUGHT THAT WAS REALLY COOL BYE

[seancamerons]

If you're really gonna defend jt, don't talk to me about it. You're gonna be blocked. I don't wanna get involved. I don't give a shit if anyone is acting like a poor sport or a baby, I have no sympathy. It's giving the tiniest violin concert 🎻like by a cricket or an insignificant ant. You're entitled to your opinion but dissing Britney to get your opinion across? Ew, shame on you. This is her story, and this was her life and reality from her point of view.

If you're in your deluded elevated opinion of him, and Britney is "lying" or acting like she's a perpetual victim, just no just know I don't care what you say bc he did too. He might very, if I remember correctly, did too for OVER 10 years. Shade, the interviews, the cheating in the relationship, but karma always has a way of coming back around, and now he's finally being called out for his role. Good, finally he ain't so perfect bc he did a bang up job of helping or aiding in destroying her reputation before the 'dark ages' of the pre-blackout era in the media with his "side".

There is 2 sides to every story he had the upper hand or whatever for years why is it such a problem for her to open up about her side of the story she didn't have the opportunity to share then? I highly doubt she's lying. Why would she? He lied. Now hes trying to do damage control? His wife being all kumbyah lets us evolve, lol yikes. This ain't all about Jessica. It aint 7th heaven youre not on that level.

A lot of shit happened without him, and during her relationship with him, he said he's more talented ? Well my not friend, that is a farce.

Riddle me this, didn't he have to sell his music? Britney has all hers. So that is bold words to the Justin fan in my comment.

Leave me the f alone. I'm living my life, and it's Britneys turn to talk so let her if it doesn't matter to him, then he hasn't any room to talk. So please kindly shut up about him. Bye. Only God knows the whole truth. From here on out you speak ill of Britney Spears and talk shit you're blocked. I will not tolerate and won't entertain. I'm team Britney ill always stand by her, he hurt my fave she probably hurt his feelings too, I have more belief in her than him. He isn't Mr. Hotshit he profits off being this gilded baby in all aspects persona and its wrong. F him. A Justin timberlake fan in 2023 though? Can't relate. He lost my love when he broke up with nsync and burned bridges, and hurt Britney emotionally and publicly. The nerve of this man and his inflated ego, worst than the former 45th president you know in all hia fake tan cheeto dusted glory and lying forever and playing the victim all of his life.

Byebyebye!👋

🙈🙉🙊