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twoidiotwriters1 · 1 year ago

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: It's family time! -Danny Words: 2,295 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Matilda' -by Harry Styles

XXIX: Not the Reunion You Wanted but the Reunion I Needed

Ara's surprised to see her two parents pick her up from camp. The first thing they do is hug her so tightly that she feels like they're about to break her in half.

"Guys—the windpipes!" She chokes out.

Sally's crying, and Ara doesn't know what to say to make it better. She wishes she could ease the woman's mind, but lately, words of wisdom aren't coming to her in handfuls.

"S'alright," she mumbles, gently rubbing her mother's back.

"Hi, sweetheart," Paul pinches her cheek lightly. "Ready to go home?"

The trip back is quiet. Usually, Percy and her talk, and their parents listen. Today, all she does is stare out the window while her dad tells her about the school she'll attend next year.

It's hard to come to terms with how weary she is. Life is not simple and she's barely halfway through ninth grade. Things change, you fall for people when you least expect it, and then you build an entire life around... What? The idea that nothing will vary but it won't feel the same way twice?

Sally goes directly to their apartment to tidy up the kids' room before Ara gets there, and Paul asks if Ara can check the car before going up. She feels there's more to this than just a regular check-up, but she stays either way.

The girl opens the trunk and takes a look. "What's wrong with it?"

"The breaks are stiff. No cushion."

Ara stares blankly at her dad. "Cushion?"

"When the car stops it screeches," he rephrases.

"Which side?" Paul points to the left. Ara glances at the tire, then shrugs. "Could be the brake pads or the cylinder thingy."

"You can fix it?"

"'Course I can. I'll take a better look tomorrow," she gives him a brief smile. "Is that it?"

Paul steps forward and places a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I know you like helping, but here you are our daughter and nothing else. Understand?" Ara nods. "Good. How've you been?"

"Well... I guess I could be better."

Ara tries to be strong, but she cries as soon as she locks eyes with her father. Paul is the only person she feels is safe to cry to. Sally needs her to be calm, the camp needs her to be brave. But Paul? He just wants her to be his daughter.

They grew fond of each other fast, Chiron always felt more like a teacher and didn't fulfill the requirements to be a father figure. Ara used to think that she would never know what having a dad felt like, but when Paul entered the picture, everything changed.

They had been a beautiful family for a year and a half, and she'd loved every second. Now that Hera has stolen an important piece of them, Ara is angry and frustrated, and the worst part is that she doesn't feel allowed to be, part of her thinks it's her fault.

"We'll find him," Paul rubs her back. "It's only a matter of time, and time moves fast when you keep yourself busy."

Ara hiccups. "I-I don't want my mom to see me like this..."

"I think she needs to see you like this," he retorts. "She thinks you're bottling up your emotions."

"I just don't want her to think... that I'm not strong," the girl sobs.

"You're fourteen, Ara, you don't have to be strong all the time," he guides her into the building. "Let us worry for you."

Tomorrow will be my fourteenth birthday, and today is the first time I'll be a real player in Capture the Flag. Rest assured that I'm planning to win. There's a problem, though, Percy and all of my friends from the Hephaestus cabin are playing against me.

"Hey, Connor," I approach trying to look tough. "Hope your loyalty isn't compromised..."

"What do you mean, Jackson?"

"Lily plays opposite tonight," I raise my eyebrows.

He looks a little worried, maybe he thinks I'm charmspeaking him. I wouldn't do that, but I do think it's fun that he thinks that. "Don't know what you're talking about."

Travis walks past us. "She's talking about your fat crush on Saggio..."

Connor laughs nervously, his skin glows silver. "That's crazy!"

"Listen, we all know it. Except for Lily. Maybe."

"Don't worry, Birdy," Travis walks past us again. "I'll keep an eye on him. And you."

I snort. "Good luck."

After dinner, Sally enters Ara's bedroom and sits on her bed. "Would you like a bedtime story?"

Ara fidgets with her blanket. "Do I really have to go back to school?"

The woman sighs and rubs Ara's leg over the blanket. "We should be together."

"What if that puts you in danger?"

"Ara, I love you as much as I love Percy, and as your mother, I want you around no matter what."

"But the camp—"

"You can go on the weekends. But you need to attend school, and you need your parents. Chiron agreed."

"Chiron wants me out of camp because of the stupid prophecy," the girl blushes at her own outburst. "Sorry."

Sally continues in a calm manner. "Well, that's all the more reason. I want to spend as much time with my daughter before her untimely demise."

"That's not funny, Mom," Ara makes a face.

"You know what's funny," the woman gives her a playful look. "I don't think I ever heard you ramble about a boy like you did tonight."

Ara groans, falling back on her pillow. "Mooom..."

"It was like the time you found that bronze dragon, and all you wanted was to—"

"He's called Festus now," Ara informs her. "It means Happy. Leo named him—he also named my lion Pollo. Leo thinks it's funny. He's weird..."

"You like that he's weird?" Sally smiles knowingly.

"A little," Ara blushes. "Don't tell dad."

"He's just sorry that you're no longer a little girl..."

"Well, if it makes him feel better, I decided not to pursue Leo," she replies.

Sally frowns. "Why?"

"Mom, it would be so much work. I don't have time to—"

"Are you marrying him?" Sally raises a brow.

"What? No, of course not!" Ara exclaims.

The woman chuckles. "Dating is not rocket science, Ara. You should try to have fun with it."

Ara stares at her mother. "Like it's a themed park?"

Sally eyes her with worry. "How long has it been since you did normal teenage things?"

The girl shrugs. "I went to the mall a few days ago..."

"The one where you found the lion?" Her mother asks pointedly.

"Okay, fine. I've never had a 'normal teenage experience'. Bit impossible to achieve being who I am."

"Promise me you'll find ways to have a good time, at least," Sally puts a strand of hair behind Ara's ear. "Don't feel pressure to do anything, all I'm saying is, you're safe in the mortal world. Try to enjoy it."

To be honest, Ara's not sure she remembers how to enjoy life.

She believes she's safe here, though. Even now that things got hard, her parents don't blame her for what's happening. She loves them and she wants to be a good daughter, so she's willing to let go of most of her guilt and try to be happy for them.

Yet... she can't stop feeling uneasy. Nothing has felt right ever since she turned fourteen.

Beckendorf made a special armor for his group that works like a chameleon's skin. Silena and Annabeth asked me and Lily to find them.

"Here!" My friend seizes me by the back of my armor, almost choking me. We're a good team, Lily and I.

Luckily for us, the boys didn't hear me dying, they were too focused on the dangers ahead.

"Myrmekes," Percy mutters.

"Holy Hephaestus!" I stand up from behind the bushes.

Both boys jump in alarm, Percy knows right away what I'm thinking. "Don't get any closer!" He and Lily say at the same time, both scowling.

"Look at it!" I exclaim in disbelief.

The thing is the size of a refrigerator, all gold with strange ridges on the sides and a bunch of wires sticking out at the bottom. The ants turn it over: It's an automaton's head. I gasp and try to walk towards it, but Percy pulls me back.

"Easy, Dr. Frankenstein!"

"A head..." I say in awe. "A dragon's head!"

"It's a sign from Hephaestus," Beckendorf agrees in astonishment. "We have to stop them."

"What? Why?"

Before we can do anything, Silena and Annabeth stop us. Beckendorf sneaks away when they get distracted, and the Myrmekes get him. See, if I had gone after the head, this wouldn't have happened, but no one listens to the little girl.

To save our friend, I pull out the metal detector I built a summer ago (Percy and Lily look at me as if I'd planned this from the start) and turn it on. The thing goes crazy right away, there's a huge trail of mud on the side of the hill, so it's easy. We find the rest of the body in less than ten minutes.

My friends help me get the dragon's head down, and Annabeth says she's not ready to try this out, so Percy replies something pretty cheesy.

"Get out of the way!" I scoff, squeezing between them. Gods! Falling in love distracts people from what's important.

Annabeth asks Silena for her dagger and opens the dragon's panel on the back of its head.

"Well, those who don't know anything about machines, step aside," I kneel next to the automaton's neck, eager to put it together. "Hello, baby! Are you ready to come back to life?"

"Ara..." Lily crouches beside me. "Keep in mind that this thing's unstable, okay?"

"It's a machine," I roll my eyes. "Just needs an adjustment and it'll be good as new..."

"There's only enough time to activate it," Percy reminds me.

"Okay, well, you guys are being super helpful," I reply sarcastically. "Hephaestus wanted Beck to find this. We're safe."

I take off my helmet and study the loose wires. Annabeth leans down next to me and helps me where she can. We work together to reattach the head, and our hands end up greasy and bruised.

"It's done?" Lily asks.

I share a look with Annabeth and nod. "Think so."

Percy asks how to turn it on and Annabeth and I point at the two large rubies. Its eyes have to be turned clockwise. My brother makes a couple of sarcastic comments that I prefer to ignore.

"Everyone take cover," without further ado, I turn its eyes.

I watch as the machine comes back to life. The best thing ever created in camp is in front of me, and I finally understand what Hephaestus means when he says that it's possible to build perfect things.

The earth shakes as the dragon gets up, bathing us in the dirt. As a way of celebration, it shoots a column of flames straight into the sky. "Fire!" I exclaim delightedly.

"Well," Percy stammers. "It worked."

The dragon looks at him and comes to sniff us. I'm beyond happy, but my brother looks terrified. I see him grab his sword and I spring into action. "Hello! Hey, cutie!" The creature watches me closely. "Listen, there's a son of Hephaestus in trouble!" The dragon tenses and waits for instructions. I look at the others smiling. "See? He'll help."

"How do you know that?" Silena asks unconvinced.

"I don't!"

"Perfect," Lily groans. "We're letting the crazy one lead the mission. Beckendorf is so lucky..."

We guide the dragon to the ant nest, but I refuse to leave it alone.

"Ara, stop being so frustrating!" Percy snaps at me.

"I don't want it to get damaged!" I complain.

"I'll stay with her!" Lily offers. "If things get hard I'll drag her ass away from the forest—Go!"

Maybe it's because she's Annabeth's sister, but Percy feels comfortable leaving me in Lily's care, except maybe when it comes to training. Though he can't deny that all the muscle and height I've gained it's thanks to her and Michael.

"Our parents will kill me if you die, so don't!" Percy warns me.

"Mike's going to kill us..." Lily says grumpily.

We spend the next twenty minutes decapitating Myrmekes (my sword is really good at it) and helping the dragon up the hill. It's a miracle we don't get splashed with their acid.

"You had to obsess over the wild dragon!" My friend yells from behind me. "I'll need a nap after this..."

"You can sleep during my birthday if you like!" If we survive.

After the dragon tears down the roof of the nest and drags our friends out, what I was fearing starts to happen: the dragon melts with the acid the creatures are throwing at it.

Beckendorf yells at us to get away from it, I do it only because I trust he'll save it. When we're out of reach, he yells a command and lightning shoots out of the automaton, electrocuting the ants around it.

Beckendorf tells me it was a bad idea to activate it and insists that it's too unstable. I'm forced to accept that maybe he's right once the dragon charges at us. I follow Beckendorf to the top of a small cliff and watch the automaton, its behavior feels strange.

What if it's following us because he's waiting for instruction? Suddenly, to me it looks like a puppy following its owner, excited to play. "Beck..." I start, but he doesn't want to listen.

"Now!" Exclaims my friend, and he pushes me so we land together on the dragon's back.

"Wait!" I urge him. "It doesn't want to hurt us!"

"He tried to toast your brother's face!"

"He's energetic!" I insist. "Can't you feel it?"

Beckendorf seems to understand what I'm talking about, but he still rejects my idea. "It's too unstable, Ara."

"But—"

"We'll come back for him," he promises. "For now, it's better to deactivate it."

I really don't want to, but I trust Beckendorf, he would never lie to me, so I give in. "Ugh!" I yank open the panel. "You do it!"

Beckendorf rips out the cables from inside the dragon's head and I try not to feel guilty as the dragon's eyes turn off and it freezes up in place.

I tell myself it'll be okay. Beck promised we'll come back soon.

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astrojulia · 2 years ago

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⋆·˚ ༘ * All About Aries .ೃ࿐

As people I have two that I use as a practical and not just theoretical view to talk about this sign. One was a friend in high school. The other is my mother.

Their general energy is of, well, pure fire energy. Everyone needs to deal with their own Aries energy and nowadays it is difficult because our gender view is sick, in the same way we hate the aggressives and control we want hot and sexy bodys who scream gym work.. All of that is masculine energy!

When I write down in the post I need to put what specialists and the most prominent astro community says and thinks because I’m responsible for every word that I write down, but here I always claim that is just my point of view. So let me say something: to me there’s no undeveloped aspect! In my point of view we learn and understand the world better, for Aries they are aggressive in their childhood, in adolescence,... wow, I’m not going to even start to talk about it and in adulthood they “start” to control it. But that doesn’t mean it’s never going to be aggressive again. For me the undeveloped part will always be our “Shadow Self” that will emerge when we most need to defend ourselves! The undeveloped is our deepest instinct and we need to look at it as a Digivolution and not a Pokemon evolution (if you get what I mean).

Aries show us courage, they do things when they are not certain and with some mistakes, but they believe that it can be fixed in the middle of the way, when we miss that part we only move when the fear is too much.

They love the competition and do it without too many plans and step by step, they live with the slogan “Just do it”,they love to play and fight and after that life continues,without that we can only see people as rivals and we never let anything go.

Trust and sincerity is a must, it is better to come with a horrible truth than a good lie. My mom hates lies, trust me, it is better to tell her what happened. Everyone can and will lie sometimes, but they really try to avoid that. They can be seen as rude and are something that must be developed by time. I know that most of the time people actually don’t want to understand and they will listen to what they want and not what you actually say, but if that’s going to give you less headaches it is better to try, sometimes is better to give a little hand. But yes Aries, forever will have someone saying that you are rude because you don’t talk in their proper way, and yes, sometimes is you who need to change so you can achieve what you want.

They have vitality and that’s why all of us need to do some exercises, the body must move and without that anyone can get sick,but they… they get sad. A persons who forget that get a flu, an Aries who forget that get tuberculosis

(just a example, please read AND INTERPRETER everything before writing something dumb, you guys don’t have idea of how much comments that I see that the person dismiss themselves, I question myself “Really? I should respond that s***?” (I don’t)).

Spontaneity is another factor in their world, putting your head on things without thinking too much is something we should also do from time to time. A phase used here that is theirs is “give the face to slap”, we need to go front and try anyway. Without that we always fear failure and never give first steps.

And finally, strength itself, or we could say desire, they just want things, nothing less nothing more. Too much strength can lead to aggressiveness, but as everything that was in that list, always depends on the moment. Day by day we need to avoid that, but if we are once again at war I think that this is awesome.

The first sign, Aries is the one who starts things. Everything. Pioneers of any area that they like, are the pathfinders of the universe. That’s why I have no problem connecting Aries with primitive man, after all it is our first vision of Homo sapiens, the human itself.

One of the prominent aspects of Aries is taking the leadership and they do it naturally, being more specific in the planet part, here I can say that they take that naturally when there’s no one doing the job, the problem here is that no one wants to do anything, everything is in chaos and when the Aries pick the control they say that they are controlling everyone. Is it pretty lame how people want to do nothing but when someone starts to do that they get angry? That’s why sometimes an Aries takes the blame for something that has been done years before.. Because after they left no one does anything.

They are the ones that like to start a conversation in the middle of the bus stop, in the hospital and like small talk. They have talked with a lot of people, but not necessarily have many friends or contacts. Normally they are the ones who call for the Recall section of an industry when the product is defective. My mom did that after receiving a message of defective dolls and they were recalled. I receive more dolls.

Being in that position too, they are pretty bossy, childish and hotheaded, no matter the gender they are more aggressive than others. That can lead to a lot of headaches for others. The most idiot will never do a proper plan and try to win an Aries in the front line, yes they will lose, the most smart ones learned after a time that you need to hit them indirectly and make they hang themselves with their own rope, they listen to them own words not yours, eating them around the edges is the best way to transform your goal in the Aries goal. But well, that’s just a trick after some years with Aries, do as you want.

That child part of them never dies and they look for love in that way too. Pure with their hearts they want physical affection the most, going after that to gifts, quality time and favors.

The fire element screams to Aries the need for adventure, creativity, leadership and what people don’t talk about too much, faith. Fire talks about our spirit and our motivation and in Aries show these aspects in our ego and inner child, because of that these people will search to fulfill needs that they have in the past that they couldn’t have.

The cardinal aspect talks about the ability to start seasons, ( I cannot talk about spring because well.. Here Aries season is fall, so astrology did not say that the southern hemisphere also exists..) here is the desire to start things in the middle of nothing, the flowers who grew in the middle of the asphalt the the cardinal energy of Aries.

Ruled by Mars, Lord of war and battles, they look for a disaster too, Aries is happy when chaos is happening and they can fix things, not when everything is calm and soft. They love to be warriors and they want to be heroes. Also they look for love just like Mars looks for Venus, they want to be embraced and carried. And are those moments that we finally can see peace in the world.

The suit of wands talk with them as the need of being the hero once that is the biggest dream of that suit. In The Emperor we see the desire to conquer, look for more and yes, to sow things (Mars rules agriculture too), The Empress only cares for the seeds that The Emperor planted. Aries show us the desire for a better world, even though it means always living in war and dry places so that others have the comfort of living in a beautiful and flowery place. With The Tower we see that following nature’s rules is needed too and listening to your instintings and desires are part of our life.

Connecting with their sibling signs, the fire ones need to learn how to mature their carnal desire to a real desire, putting themselves first but not destroying people in the process. They need to learn to rule for everyone and not be just a dictator of their own dreams because for them everyone should work for them so their own dream comes true, the cardinals ones needs to give space to the others, with each element they learn that others can make their own decisions, talk and express in their own way and take their own time, for pure Aries wait the action of the other is a sacrifice. And it lost brother Scorpio, they show a huge desire but Aries normally talk what they want directly.

For Male Aries this aspect shows up as the alpha of the world, people normally can’t destroy their self esteem, their motto is “Just to it” and energy drink/ WHEY is something that they already have used. Loving exercises, they can go to the gym just like cross fit and martial arts, the important thing is to move the body. That’s why they can fall easily in the desirable list. Just like that, they can have sexist thoughts and nowadays don’t feel well with their own masculinity, because everyone wants a sexy and hot guy, but their other aspects that are rude sometimes, being bossy and more incisive are wrong and should be buried alive.

For Female Aries this aspect shows a more incisive aspect, being rulers and exhaling that Alpha Aura aspect. They also like masculine practices, but sometimes choose to just watch since it is seen as wrong to women. They feel good when their body is good, without that it is kinda hard to be happy in their own skin, for them appearance is something important to their self esteem.

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aajjks · 3 months ago

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USE THIS ONE INSTEAD!!! i had to fix the typos lol 😭

DHP!JK

fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuckkkkkkkk!!!!!!

ian tries to play it off; lie and get away with it like he does with crystal but it doesn’t work. jungkook sees right through his bullshit, now, the only option left is to tell crystal everything. “shut. the fuck. up” ian is glaring daggers at his little brother. he doesn’t say it but his eyes are pleading, begging jungkook to keep his mouth shut about the affair.

ian likes to think that he’s doing this to protect jungkook. it’s what he’s done his entire life, but what if there was more? ian likes to entertain that thought from time to time but after what sarang has done to jungkook and his family, there is no ‘more,’ only ‘what it is’ and its become a problem. she is the problem. these are the excuses ian tells himself to justify his adultery—it’s all her fault. i had to do this because of her. he did this for y/n.

“please…please don’t tell her” ian begs but jungkook isn’t convinced. having enough of jungkook’s bratty attitude, he grabs his younger brother by the collar and shoves him against the door of the dressing room. “listen here you little shit, i did this for YOU. i jeopardized my marriage so you could fucking prosper. you should be THANKING me. if it wasn’t for me, sarang would’ve fucking raped you again!”

“mom told me about what you did, jungkook and now your spoiled ass wants to get rid of me too? i don’t FUCKING think so. we’re family. i’m your fucking brother and i did this because i love and care about you!”

~🫧

“If it wasn’t for me, sarang would’ve fucking raped you again!”

Jungkook doesn’t think twice before he punches his brother hard. How dare he say that?

She didn’t rape him, she tried to, but she didn’t succeed. There is a huge difference. How could he say something so triggering?

“ILL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Jungkook punches him again. He fucking hates his family. They’re all psychotic.

How can they claim to love him but do the most disturbing bullshit to him? “YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF. YOU ARE THE ONE BEING RAPED BY HER NOW HAHAHA.”

There is a maniac look in his eyes

Jungkook growls and grits his teeth, that familiar anger, threatening to make him lose his mind

Jungkook no, he’s your brother

“I SWEAR to God that I hate mom and you. You guys are fucking psycho. YOU ONLY DID THIS BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO FUCK HER. YOU MISSED THAT PUSSY.”

He doesn’t care if he’s making a scene, his brother shouldn’t have said that.

“DID I PUSH YOU INTO HER BED? FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU.”

“you didn’t do this for me. You’re just fucked in the head hyung.” He spits before putting on his shirt and he opens the door.

He stormed out of the dressing room, he gives the suit to the clerk and eunwoo is so confused.

“Jungkook? Where’s Ian? What the fuck happened?”

Jungkook doesn’t reply, but he takes the suit and storms off to his best friend’s car.

Eunwoo runs after him.

“What the fuck jungkook! Ian’s literally bleeding in the dressing room. What the fuck did you do?”

Jungkook groans.

“Leave him there to rot! Just come here and drive me home. NOW.”

•••

Jungkook storms into the house, harshly shutting the door behind him that it makes a cringing noise. “YN WHERE ARE YOU?” He asks. Throwing his coat on the couch.

It’s winter, but his body’s feeling hot with anger

He’s so angry he’s literally fuming.

“YN WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?”

#ask: dh: prisioner!jungkook #oh my God oh my God OH MY GOD

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saiilorstars · 1 year ago

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Ch. 29: The Moping Phase

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Fandom: Criminal Minds // Pairing: Spencer Reid x OFC

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Aitana couldn't say that she hated her new job. Because, she didn't. She didn't hate it but to say that she was content with her new position wouldn't be accurate either. But apparently, she wasn't looking so much at the bright side, according to her family. There she was in her parent's bakery with her parents and Angel, telling them how she felt about her new position and instead of supporting her, they told her she was crazy.

"I would be happy to work regular hours," Angel said, pausing his search for some sweet bread to turn to her. "And you're complaining?"

Aitana glared at him. "You run a business! You control your own hours!"

Angel glanced at the others with a sarcastic smile. "Look at her thinking that. Isn't it adorable?"

Aitana's glare only deepened. "Shut up."

"Wouldn't that be nice?" Luis mused and suddenly the three were chuckling until Aitana growled.

"Stop patronizing me!" she exclaimed. "You're not listening to what I'm saying!"

"We are, honey," Pamela offered her daughter a smile. "But we just don't understand why you're not more happy? You're working regular hours now which means you have free time again."

"Free time you can spend with us," Luis made a dramatic gesture at himself then his wife. "And your brothers of course."

"Do Mateo and I get a say?" Angel made a face, smirking when Aitana sent another glare his way.

"I'm not saying that I don't enjoy my free time again but is it really worth it if I'm unhappy?" Aitana sighed with herself. She made the call to switch knowing she would be unhappy. It was worse knowing that the two options she had would've led her down the same path.

"Why can't you switch back?" Pamela asked.

"Because the directors don't want me to. They want to use me and my history as a lesson for the newcomers at the academy."

"But you don't like it one bit?" Angel raised his index finger and thumb. "Teeny-tiny bit?"

Aitana sighed. "That's not the point."

"Kinda is."

"Shut up!"

"Hey," their father cut in with his typical stern face, "Knock it off. Aitana, if you're this upset about it, find a way to fix it."

"If it were that easy, I would've done it already, Dad," Aitana huffed.

"I didn't say it was going to be easy," Luis corrected, looking even surprised that Aitana would think that. "I know for a fact it'll be difficult for you. It's a good thing your mother and I raised you to take on challenges."

"Dad, I can't fight the FBI. I'm part of the FBI."

"Then there's one advantage you have," Luis motioned. "You know how they think."

"That's the problem, Dad," Angel said in-between chews of the fresh sweet bread he stole from one of the trays. "She's not thinking of solutions because she's so hung up on the fact she made a wrong call."

Aitana gasped in offence. "Am not!"

"Are too," Angel wagged a finger at her. "I've heard you mope about this for a month straight."

"That does sound like you," Luis said, eliciting a second gasp of offence from the woman.

"Mom!" Pamela could only hum as she went into the back. Aitana was outright offended now. "You guys are terrible!"

Luis chuckled and shook his head. "No we're not, mija. You're just stuck on the moping part. Once you clear your head and start thinking, you'll figure out a way to fix things."

"And until then—" Pamela returned from the back with a pink box in her hands, "—you should get going to that dinner of yours! The cake's all fresh!"

Aitana inwardly sighed. As usual, her mother was right. She had plans to celebrate with her friends and she was in charge of bringing the sweet dessert. "Yeah, alright." She walked up to the counter to take the box. "Thanks for the cake."

"Of course!" Pamela clapped her hands together. "Hope your friends will like it."

"Oh, they love everything from here. You've met Penelope, right?"

Pamela laughed softly. How could she ever forget the colorful being that was Penelope Garcia. "She is always welcomed here."

"Ready to go?" Angel dusted the sugar off his hands with a series of claps.

"That depends, you ready to stop devouring the produce?" Aitana smirked at his deadpanning face.

"Dad!" he called but Luis shook his head.

"You had that one coming."

"I'll be in the car," Angel muttered and turned to leave.

Aitana followed behind with a proud smile. "I like being the little sister," she informed him to make things better.

"One of these days, I'm going to boot you over to Mateo's. Logan has to be less annoying than you!"

"Logan's four!"

"Yeah!"

~ 0 ~

Half an hour later, Aitana was knocking on JJ's front door. "Cake's here!" she announced as soon as the door was opened.

"Hey!" JJ exclaimed, "Glad you're here!"

"Yeah, we had to stop by the bakery first."

"We?"

"Yeah, Angel drove. Better to get a ride and drink freely," Aitana said, making JJ laugh. "He's at my beck and call, tonight."

"Perks of having an older brother I assume?" JJ closed the door behind them.

"Two," Aitana said, though after a moment she added: "But Mateo's not as carefree as Angel. He's more rigid. I'd blame the family life he has but he's always been like that." Sometimes it was ironic to her that she seemed to get along better with Angel who was her half-brother rather than Mateo who was her full-blood brother. She loved both of them the same but she just seemed to have more in common with Angel in terms of personalities.

"C'mon, everyone else is already here," JJ said as she took the lead into the living room. Aitana was immediately subjected to all the greetings from the team.

"Sprinkles!" Penelope was the most delighted, at least because she was always the most expressive. "You made it!"

"I wasn't going to miss this type of party," Aitana chuckled. "An odd going away and welcome party…"

"Normal was never really going to be a thing with our type of job," Morgan called. He stood by Spencer and Will not too far from where they were.

"Gotta say, I kinda miss that," Aitana said.

She definitely didn't like the smirk that crossed Morgan's face. "Miss me?"

"That is not what I said. Watch your words or you don't get cake."

At the mention of the cake, Penelope squeaked and snatched the box from Aitana's hands. "What kind is it this time!?"

"Umm, strawberries and creme. I thought JJ and Seaver might like that one."

"If they don't, I'll happily eat it!" Penelope promised.

"I'm sure JJ will love it," Will said. "She has a sweet tooth."

"Well, I don't ever really see strawberries and cream cakes so I figured might as well bring something different," Aitana shrugged.

"You're not that far from how it originally started," said Spencer, believing the others would understand what he meant. When they didn't, he decided to elaborate. "The pairing of strawberries and cream was invented by Cardinal Thomas Wosley in a banquet during Henry VIII's reign."

Penelope had only been mildly interested in the explanation due to the cake in her hands. She was trying to take peeks without dropping the box altogether. Morgan and Will merely exchanged smiles, both of them knowing better than to ask more about the history. And if everyone was on the same page, then nobody would ask—

"Seriously?" Aitana said, nose scrunching. "I always thought this was a Hispanic dish."

"It's a very popular dessert," Spencer said as if to comfort her and her misconception.

"Well you're going to be the one to explain that to my mother—this is her dish." Aitana took the box from Penelope who practically nose deep inside it. "Where's Ashley?"

"Talking with Rossi in the kitchen," Morgan said.

Aitana looked around and saw JJ had fallen into a conversation with Hotch so she decided to go see Seaver. "See you in a bit," she told the others and took off. The cake needed to go in the fridge anyways so she might as well kill two birds with the same stone.

"That's tempting," Rossi said when Aitana opened the fridge for the cake.

"Hands off, mister," she said, cautiously sliding the box inside. She straightened up afterwards and shut the door, turning for the pair. She looked at Seaver with a big smile. "I guess a 'congrats' is in order?"

Seaver bashfully smiled back. "I'm not entirely sure," she admitted. "I'm transferring and I'm leaving the team…?"

"But you're doing it because you want to," Aitana pointed out.

Seaver would have to give Aitana the point knowing what happened to her and her position at the BAU. "Yeah," she ultimately nodded. "The domestic trafficking task force…" She blinked. "Oh, that's going to be a long one."

Rossi patted her shoulder. "You'll get used to it. Aitana, there didn't happen to be any more wine over there, was there?"

Aitana's eyebrows raised at the question. "Umm, I don't know. Morgan seemed pretty comfortable with his glass. Hotch had one too, I think."

"Be back," he said, reaching for his empty glass on the counter to take with him.

"So, when do you officially start with Swann's team?" Aitana asked when Rossi was gone.

"Monday," Seaver said. "I'm a bit nervous. Actually, I'm very nervous."

"Don't be, Andi's a good boss. I mean, I've never had her as my boss but just the case we worked together makes me completely sure that she's a good one."

"I know," Seaver nodded. "It's just weird, you know? I knew that I wasn't going to stay with the BAU but I didn't really expect this sudden transfer."

"Did you, though?" Aitana raised an eyebrow at the woman. "I remember exactly how you reacted to our last case together. When we saw the victims in the cages…?"

Seaver shook her head. She remembered that vividly too. Later on, she racked her brain for a plausible reason as to why she'd frozen like that. She had seen a lot of things in her short time with the BAU but that case really got to her. Not even the very first case she had with the team managed to have that effect on her. It took her a while—a month, to be exact—to figure out that the trafficking cases were always going to get to her because she was invested in it. She was passionate about saving as many live victims as she could. She realized Aitana was right: she was choosing to leave the BAU and it was for something that she wanted. Aitana didn't have that choice.

"I need to go where I want to be," she said, "And I know for sure that being part of Andi's team is where I need to be."

Aitana smiled. "I'm happy for you. Just...don't forget about us."

"Oh, I could never," Seaver promised, sharing a laugh with Aitana.

~0~

"... so you basically offer them 2 alternatives under the illusion that you're giving them full control to make a choice…" Spencer was in a full blown ramble when JJ joined him and Aitana. The little that JJ heard had her wishing she'd waited a few more seconds before walking over to the two.

"I guess I never thought about it that way," Aitana remarked, her eyebrows raised as she considered her newest tactics.

"What are we talking about…?" JJ curiously asked the pair.

"Well, Spencer was offering me advice on how to trick my four year old nephew into doing whatever I want," Aitana said, giggling when Spencer started saying that hadn't been his intention at all. "I know, silly! But it is something I will employ for desperate times."

He supposed that was fine. "If it makes the babysitting easier," he said. He didn't have a lot of experience with kids—actually he only had tiny moments with Henry and he wasn't four yet.

When he walked away, JJ laughed quietly. "How did that happen?" She asked Aitana.

The brunette was more amused than anything else. "Oh, we started talking about the cake which led into where strawberries were first picked then I mentioned it was my nephew Logan's favorite fruit that I give him while I babysit and somewhere along the way it shifted into a conversation about me having difficulty babysitting him sometimes."

JJ had been nodding throughout the description, wondering at what point did Aitana lose control over the conversation. "And did you understand?" She knew the answer as soon as Aitana scrunched her face.

"I mean the whole giving the child two options that you choose is actually pretty genius," Aitana said, both impressed and unimpressed that she hadn't figured that out yet. She often had trouble getting Logan to either stop doing something or do something he needed to. "But he kind of lost me in the middle part before we started talking about kids." She shrugged, "I just didn't have the heart to stop him...or tell him." She knew Spencer didn't purposely speak fast but sometimes it was a little difficult understanding him when he got so animated. Plus, she wanted to say that her slowness today was in part from her drinking count.

JJ placed a hand on Aitana's shoulder. "Brave soul." Aitana laughed. "And possibly too kind."

"I'm sure there's plenty more to hear now that you're transferring back," Aitana pointed out. It wasn't entirely official since JJ still had to wrap up her profiling classes but she was doing the probationary process with the team already. It was just a question of formality.

"Yeah, there will be," JJ nodded her head. "I'm just sorry we can't seem to work on the same team at the same time."

Aitana's eyebrows raised at that. "It does seem like that, doesn't it?" It was thanks to JJ that she'd been invited to the BAU but now she was back and ironically Aitana was gone. "But you won't be a liaison anymore, right?"

"No," JJ said. "With Emily's passing, they're more interested in a profiler, as you know."

"Oh, I know," Aitana said fairly fast.

JJ felt a twinge of guilt for even bringing that up in the first place knowing Aitana gave up that position. "I'm sorry…"

"No, don't be. I'm happy you were able to come back. It was your home first."

"First," JJ repeated with a small laugh.

"Well it's true! Fair is fair."

"It was your home too, and well earned. You were supposed to be a profiler from the start—it's what you studied to be."

"I know," Aitana shrugged her shoulders. "But is it crazy to say that being a liaison for almost a year made me kind of iffy about being just a profiler?"

"You do know a career change is plausible at any age, right? You're not even 30!"

Aitana laughed. "I don't know. Before coming to the BAU, I was kind of lost in my life. I couldn't hold the jobs that the FBI assigned me to. They didn't trust me and I didn't trust myself to be able to handle the tasks but then this job came around...and things changed. I started talking to people again, doing interviews, and doing press conferences."

JJ had to laugh when Aitana went through her shock of being able to do press conferences all over again. "I know, that was me in the beginning. I wanted to do them but it was so nerve wrecking."

"How did you fall into that line anyways?" Aitana asked curiously.

JJ looked around for some reason until she gestured towards Rossi who was having a conversation with Hotch and Seaver. "Believe it or not, Rossi inspired me. He didn't know me back then but his words motivated me to apply for the academy. After that I just sort of fell into the liaison path. I liked speaking with the families, being the connection between the two branches. The courses were tough but I knew that at the end of it, I would be helping close gaps between the FBI and the communities."

"Aha…" Aitana was looking at JJ strangely, at least that's what JJ thought.

She unfortunately hadn't spent a lot of time with Aitana unlike the rest of the team so it was a little difficult to learn Aitana's different expressions. Using her profiler skills though helped her a bit. "You're thinking of something. You realized something?"

Aitana nodded her head. "My parents were on me earlier about me being stuck in the moping stage about my job. They said I needed to stop moping and move onto finding a solution."

"Good advice," JJ said.

"Yeah, you just gave me the idea."

JJ blinked. "I did?"

"Yup. It's a crazy idea but at the same time the most sensible one. Also a long term idea."

"Well...can I know what it is?"

Aitana's lips stretched into a wide smile. "I'm going to quit my job."

~ 0 ~

It was absolutely insane. It had to be. Deciding to quit your job and go back to school in the span of a week had to be absolutely insane. And yet Aitana totally did it. It was something out of the norm for her. She always liked to think about her decisions, take her time, but this one...this one just felt different. She quit her job, and effectively the FBI altogether but not without making the promise to her superiors that she would come back.

It had come to a surprise to everyone that she'd quit her job especially because they hadn't known what Aitana's plans were. Only JJ was lucky enough to know the full details of Aitana's plan. Almost immediately after quitting, Aitana enrolled for a fall semester as an online student. It felt crazy and spontaneous to pull this stunt and good. After the WPP, Aitana had been nothing but cautious and planned. Doing this and for a proper life plan was something she never saw herself doing.

And ironically, time felt like it was picking up again — moving. Aitana knew more than anyone what it felt like to be stuck somewhere. She battled with it for a long while after leaving WPP. She was afraid that the moping phase she was in would lead to that. Maybe that was why she didn't think about this for as long as she typically would have. She quit her job and signed up for an online program; a crash course to hell.

"I am going to fail this class!" Aitana greeted JJ on her front step with that statement. She had a book bag slung over her left shoulder and a laptop between her arms.

JJ blinked in surprise. "Um...hello to you too…"

"Sorry," Aitana smiled bashfully, "Evening, JJ! I am going to fail this class!"

"Alright then… would you like to come in?" JJ stepped aside to let Aitana in. "I do have company though."

"Are they good with this stupid courses?" Aitana walked inside in a hurry. "Because it's stupid!"

"Ah, you'd be surprised..." JJ said as they walked into the living room.

Aitana glanced over her shoulder questionably. "What?"

"Aitana, hey," Spencer's voice startled the brunette. She found him sitting with Henry on the couch with a children's book between them.

It then donned on Aitana what JJ had meant. "Oooh. Well this is great! Dr. Reid, how much are your tutoring services?"

"Huh?" Spencer looked at the pair of women in confusion, hoping one of them would take pity on him and explain what was going on. He hadn't seen Aitana since she told them she'd quit her job at the academy. She sort of dropped off the grid, actually.

"Spence, I'm going to set Aitana up in the kitchen and then we'll talk," JJ promised as she ushered Aitana towards the kitchen.

"Sure…?" Spencer had no idea what was happening and he really hated not knowing.

"Not that I mind but why is he here?" Aitana quietly asked JJ in the kitchen. She checked her phone for the time and saw it was almost eight. "I mean, this really works out for me if he'll help but, um…?"

"Yeah," JJ gently took Aitana's laptop from her arms to set on the table. "He sort of stays over a lot now. I don't mind, of course, but it's not for good reasons that he stays."

"What do you mean?"

"Emily," JJ whispered. Aitana's eyes widened and before she knew it, she was trying to catch a glimpse of Spencer in the living room. "He's been struggling so he stays here a lot."

"Oh my goodness, I had no idea..." Aitana bit on her bottom lip.

"Nobody knows," JJ said, "Everyone's just trying to move on in their own way."

"Yeah," Aitana nodded. She felt guilty knowing that she hadn't been thinking a lot about Emily these days. She had a lot on her mind and it was primarily school related. "I mean, I should go. If I had known, I would've stayed home."

"No, no, stay," JJ was quick to say, "You need help and Spence needs a distraction while I put Henry to bed."

"I don't know," Aitana said, "He might not even want to help."

JJ almost laughed. "Are you kidding me? You have school problems that involve studying facts. What is Spencer Reid full of? Facts." She shared a small laugh with Aitana.

"I guess maybe it is time to explain why I left the FBI," Aitana said after a moment of thought. "I can't keep dodging Penelope's questions much longer."

"I'll go put Henry to bed and you two get settled in here," JJ suggested. "I'm sure between the three of us we'll think of a way for you to pass the assignment."

Aitana agreed and watched JJ leave. She had very little time to think about how she would explain to Spencer why she had done what she did and what she was currently doing. He came in only a few seconds after JJ had left, albeit in slow, almost cautious, steps.

"Hey," he greeted her with a small wave of his hand. Unbeknownst to Aitana, he was trying to come up with a decent explanation about his presence in the house. Everyone at the BAU pretty much knew but ever since Aitana quit the FBI, communication with her had gone rather stiff.

Aitana was nonetheless polite and greeted him back more or less with the same quietness. "I didn't mean to barge in on you guys…"

"No, no, it's fine. I think it's like a nice break for JJ from me," Spencer said. His hands came to rest over the top of a chair. Aitana saw him squeezing it just a bit hard. He was nervous.

"You okay?" She decided to ask and hopefully lead the conversation towards what she needed to explain.

"Yeah," Spencer answered much too fast to be believable and he knew it. He sighed. "No, I'm not. That's why I'm here. I, uh, stay a couple nights."

Aitana nodded. She suspected it was more than just a couple nights. "JJ is always helping people," she said. For now, it was their only common ground.

"Yeah, she's helped me with Emily's death and all." Spencer laid eyes on the materials Aitana had placed on the table. "What is she, uh, helping you with?" He asked despite already beginning to make connections. A half open book bag with noticeable journals peeking out and the laptop on the table all stemmed from studies. School.

Aitana didn't answer him on account of watching him answer himself. It was funny how she easily recognized his expressions now. She could pinpoint exactly when he realized she started school again.

"You quit to go back to school?" He finally met her gaze just to get the confirmation from her. Courtesy, really.

Aitana nodded at him. "Yeah. Doing the whole work and everything."

Spencer was surprised more than anything. This would explain her MIA vibes she was giving the team. The only thing he couldn't figure out was why.

Once again, Aitana read the expression on his face with ease. "I'm going to get a bachelor's in Communications," she explained. "Because then I'll be able to apply for the liaison position at the BAU."

Spencer was wide eyed with the news and yet the bubbling pride in his chest for her initiative won him over in a couple seconds. He was impressed with her courage to quit and start this path to get the job she wanted. "Aitana, that's amazing! Congratulations!"

Aitana flushed. "It's just school, Spencer. I figured if I want the job, I need to make myself more desirable to the directors."

"Going back to school is a big deal," Spencer corrected her. "It's a huge commitment that not everybody can do. Plus, you're doing it because you want to and you want a specific job. It's commendable."

"You don't think I'm crazy?" Aitana asked. "Half of my family thinks I am for going back at this point in my life. I'm almost 28."

Spencer shook his head. "Not at all. School is for any age."

"Yeah, not everywhere, though," Aitana said, "In Mexico, at least where my family is from, once you pass your prime age, it's pretty much a done deal."

"Really?" Spencer paused. That was an odd way to think of but then again that was how different customs worked. "Where are you from again?" He was certain that she hadn't mentioned the specific region. It was crazy to realize that after almost a year of working together.

"My family's from Jalisco," Aitana said, "A small town about two hours away from Guadalajara. Everything's more traditional there, including the education system. At my age, I should be done with school, no going back."

"That's not right, there's always opportunities to grow and school's a but part of that."

"Well of course you would say that, you've got like a dozen degrees under your belt," Aitana said and laughed when Spencer corrected her with the right amount. "I'm halfway to your number. Look out, I might catch up."

"A challenge I would accept," he smiled.

Aitana knew he could only be joking. He would excel against anyone without lifting a finger. Still, it was kind enough of him to play along.

"So did you need help?" He asked, gesturing to the load she placed on the table.

She nodded sheepishly. "Yeah. It's all online but I want to advance fast so I'm pretty much taking double loads."

"Noble act," remarked Spencer. "How's that going, though?" To answer his question, Aitana groaned. He laughed. "Alright. I see there's some issues. Anything I can help you with?"

"Would you be so kind?" She asked. "I understand most of the material but there's always a couple things that don't stick and, of course, those are the things that are going to be on the exams."

"Well, I'm sure we can come up with a way for you to study," Spencer said. He picked up one of the notebooks she had on the table. "Just don't pull all-nighters. Those can actually impair your reasoning and memory for almost 4 days."

Aitana blinked at him, freezing altogether. "Seriously?"

"Oh yeah. A better alternative would be to study what you consider to be the most challenging material right before you go to sleep. You'll have an easier time remembering the material the next day."

"Oh my God, tell me more!" Aitana was quick to pull out the chairs for them. "Anything you got, seriously!" The relief that flooded her face was actually a bit endearing. Spencer didn't think she would have that much faith in him.

He sat down beside her and listened as she started going into detail about the courses she was taking. He was even more impressed to learn of the load she'd taken on. Knowing it was all to come back to the BAU warmed his heart. When JJ returned, she found the pair working closely together with the beginnings of a perfect sync. She was happy to join them and help Aitana out. From there on out, Aitana would find her coursework to be much more manageable.

~0~

In the following weeks, Aitana would begin to find her rhythm in the new lifestyle she was living in. No more work at the FBI meant she had a lot more open time on her hands. While most of that time was taken up by her schoolwork, she did end up with more time than she would've had if she was still working at the FBI.

Somehow that free time led her...somewhere she hadn't been in years. She blamed Elia.

"C'mon," Elia was completely ecstatic on their walk down the street, "What's the worst that could happen? You've already done this before!"

"Yeah, when I was like a decade younger!" Aitana reminded her with a small laugh.

Elia made a round towards a glass door. She pulled it open for them. "I'm just saying it could be fun. The instructor is super cool and he gets the school work stuff. He's a good friend of Layla's."

"Layla?" Aitana paused.

Elia nodded. "Remember the old crew?"

Aitana bit her bottom lip. She met Elia's beaming face with curiosity. "Layla, Franco, Valeria and Alex?" she tried.

Elia nodded again. "Mhm. The old crew!" She gestured for Aitana to go inside. "Come on in."

Aitana was reluctant for a few seconds but she ultimately caved. She walked into the dance studio first and immediately saw the familiar faces gathered by the resting benches.

Elia zoomed past Aitana towards the group. "Hey guys! Look who I brought!?"

Aitana meekly waved at the surprised group. Their wide eyed stares soon gained the same grins.

The tallest of the women with long, flowy brown hair that bounced when she rushed to meet Aitana in a big hug was also perhaps the loudest of the group. "Aitana, it's been so long!" She wrapped her long arms around Aitana.

"Guess it has been, Layla," Aitana said, patting a hand over Layla's back.

"I'll say." The second woman, Valeria, remarked. She was smaller than Layla by a good three inches. She had caramel brown skin and black hair pulled into a tight low bun. "Where've you been, girl?"

"Val," one of the brunette men gently elbowed Valeria on her side.

"What, Alex?" she made a face at him. Her dark eyes were piercing enough to make Alex look away.

It was surprising for Aitana to realize that none of the group knew what happened to her. She looked at Elia for a second, silently asking why that was. Elia didn't have to say anything for Aitana to make the conclusion that Elia hadn't wanted to talk about the story.

"AItana?" the second man, a tall brunette, gently called. He reached over for Layla since she was still more or less attached to Aitana. "We've missed you around here." He tugged Layla back. "Elia doesn't really want to do the dancing anymore."

Elia's eyebrows raised. "I'm not that great, Franco. It was always Aitana. I kind of just followed her lead."

"You were a good dancer," Aitana assured her, even patting her shoulder for comfort.

"We had the best of times doing the competitions," Layla smiled. "You know your old partner is actually in Mexico right now? He's doing a competition tour!"

Now that truly surprised Aitana. "Ricky? Seriously?"

"Aha!" Layla nodded excitedly. "We got tickets to see him on his last date this year. Maybe you should come. It would be so much fun."

"I don't know," Aitana shook her head. "I'm sort of...doing my own stuff right now."

"Like what?" Valeria asked. "Elia refuses to tell us what the hell you've been doing these past years. You sort of disappeared on us."

Aitana's tongue passed over bottom lip with nerves. "I...you know I got to work in the FBI…" That much was easy to tell. "Things sort of got out of hands. Got way out of my hands, actually."

Elia reached to touch her arm comfortingly. Aitana knew what she was trying to say. 'You don't have to tell them anything'. Maybe she didn't, maybe not right now.

"Doesn't matter, what matters is that you're here now," Alex gestured to the place. "And if you're up to it, they do have a competition coming up in August. Free choice."

"What?" Aitana laughed out of sheer bemusement at the idea. The last time she performed a traditional Mexican dance was much too long ago.

"Oh c'mon, it would be so much fun!" Layla clapped her hands. "We could find you a partner and everything. Elia said you're not working for the FBI anymore…"

"Did she say that?" Aitana sent Elia a pointed look. Elia promptly looked away. "Well, you should know that I'm not working for the FBI anymore because I'm going to school now...to then go back to work for the FBI."

"Hardworking girl," Valeria smiled.

Aitana flushed. "Thanks."

"You can't squeeze in a couple dance lessons?"

"I don't know. I might not have enough time."

"The instructor is really cool about that," Franco said, just like Elia had. "A lot of the class are college students too. And regular working folks."

"How about we do one class?" Layla suggested. "I'm sure Elia can handle that too."

"I mean…" Aitana sighed. She couldn't deny that she was just a little bit nostalgic for the days where she practiced her dancing moves.

She really wasn't doing much on the side…

"I guess I can try it out today," she ultimately said, causing a round of cheering from the group.

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Hazbin Hotel Episode 1: Overture

hello i am back with a New Update on things to react to, and i thought Hazbin Hotel would be the perfect place to start since all episodes were fully released a few days ago! and also EVERYBODY i know has been bugging me about watching this show and now i FINALLY have the time to!!

spoilers under the cut

wow barely a few seconds in and i can already tell that the music is gonna be So Banger

wow okay so the opening exposition is Super Interesting

just wanna say the animation is also Fantastic in this section but ooh the lore drops

i really love the way the angels are stylized here, and how its all in black and white with accents of gold (except Lucifer who has a very light red gradient in his wings)

and also its the way that More color is brought on screen by Lucifer only oooh

oohh and the way that red gradient turns gray when the angels are like, disapproving of his ideas

its So Funny how Adam fumbled his first wife So Hard that she ran away and fell in love with someone else then his second wife got convinced by the First Wife and Her New Love LMFAOO

MAN this makes me feel SO Bad for Lucifer and i feel Conflicted as someone raised christian but like. i feel bad for him they do say that the road to hell was paved with good intentions

also Lilith thriving on the evil stuff like you Go Girlboss

these are So Pretty to look at

aww Charlie and Vaggie are So Cute

SEVEN YEARS? ouch seven years without hearing anything from her mom

omg they are So Cute

OMG THIS IS SO CUTE

damn the ominous Ringing of the Bell in the only angelic-like structure of hell

BYE ALASTOR'S AD.....

"Founded five days ago by Lucifer's ~delusional~ daughter!"

"As she tries to work through her daddy issues by fixing you!" STOPPPP NAHHH THATS FOULL

the shaky camera i cant

"HAHA I NAMED IT" LMFAOOOO yeah you sure did buddy

incredible, they dont have A Working Phone

their faces LMFAOO

love that Alastor is bad at TV commercials because he's like... a radio host. the radio demon. he is Decidedly Not a TV Guy

also can i just say that the animation is So Smooth and So Fluid like wow i could rewatch the way each character moves 100 times and that is NOT exaggeration

help he is So Mad that they arent doing a radio show

ok actually Angel Dust's voice is really good like?? idk something about it is just Fun to listen to

Charlie trying to be So Nice is extremely entertaining

OMG HUSK !! HIS VOICE HELP !! it fits So Well

also shoutout to the background music

omg Angel Dust has got a little heart spot on the back of his head thats really really cute

aww Charlie is so cute

OOH A SONG ALREADY

LMFAOO "That bitch is halfway down the street!" i love Angel's goofy little smile as he says it also Amazing how the fuck did she get over there so quickly????

i love Charlie's and Vaggie's voice

"They're bloodthirsty and deranged!" <- really funny that this is being said about angels

he is a Hologram hey this guy's An Asshole what the fuck did Charlie ever do to you

new reaction image she looks so done with his bullshit im cackling

i can already tell that the new commercial is Not gonna go well

HEKSDJKSDN ANGEL DUST "I need a big strong daddy to put me in my place... on the path to redemption!" THE CHANGE IN TONE I CANNOT

oh ok so this Asshole Angel Guy is adam

"I'm the original dick!" BRO???? HELP?? IM ?? this does not sound like Angelic Behavior anyways what The Fuck is he even on about

the fact that he specifically calls out Climate Change as Earth's Problem, but not HERPES?? implies that angels get herpes i guess????

HELFHLDKJ I CANT Hazbin Hotel is KILLING it with the facial expressions

there is not One Thought behind that eye new reaction image

its okay Nifty you're trying your best

there are just Too Many good reaction images and memes spawned from just this One episode

Alastor is So Mad and Bitter about TV

BRUH the way he couldve done all that The Whole Time but he didnt because he Hates tv 😭😭

also wtf Nifty's giant now

well... at least Vaggie and the Hotel Gang are having a better time than Charlie with this Asshole Angel Guy

"I've never made a mistake in my fucking life" says the guy who fucked up so bad that he had to get a second wife

fuck this song is banger BUT i hate adam

DAMN "And for those of us with divine ordainment/Extermination is entertainment!" fuck when he sings it it goes So Hard but like aw :(( what The Fuck Heaven

WTF THEY MOVED IT EARLIER ????? WHY ??

help Alastor just glitching on screen

oh what The Fuck theyre moving it earlier cuz somehow a demon killed an angel? and theyre gonna kill ALL OF THE DEMONS????? WHAT

and thats the end of the episode im.

wow well. honestly it was REALLY good and i am so excited to watch the rest of the series

unfortunately i have to go now, bye i will be back with my reactions to the second episode! tomorrow (hopefully)

farewell, folks!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers

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pesterloglog · 1 year ago

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John Egbert, Roxy Lalonde, Terezi Pyrope

Act 6, page 7027-7037

JOHN: what?

ROXY: have you ever seen your denizen?

JOHN: no.

JOHN: well... i almost did once.

ROXY: what happened

JOHN: i was tricked into going to see him early.

JOHN: by a blind prankstress who shall remain nameless.

TEREZI: >:\

JOHN: but at the last minute, i was talked out of it by a pal from the future.

JOHN: i wasn't ready to see him yet.

JOHN: i would have died if i did.

ROXY: k

ROXY: but like

ROXY: what if u are now

JOHN: what if i'm what?

ROXY: ready

ROXY: i mean

ROXY: if nows not the right time

ROXY: then when even would be

JOHN: i guess you have a point.

JOHN: would that...

JOHN: actually accomplish anything though?

ROXY: dunno man im just spitballin here

ROXY: they are supposed to be these ginormous monsters that you either fight...

ROXY: or you listen to their riddles and they help solve all ur problems or something

ROXY: arent they?

JOHN: uh.

JOHN: more or less?

JOHN: i think their purpose is a bit more mysterious than that, and i guess more, like... majestic?

ROXY: majestic???

JOHN: i don't know!

JOHN: i'm probably not the best guy to ask about denizens. jade met hers, but she's...

JOHN: a sprite could explain it better than me. didn't you ever talk to your sprite about them?

ROXY: nah

ROXY: me and fefeta never talked much about that stuff

ROXY: we mainly traded lame puns n talked about our shitty love lives

JOHN: you did?

JOHN: wow, what kind of sprite did you even have??

ROXY: :(

JOHN: er, never mind.

JOHN: i did not mean to touch upon yet another sad subject.

JOHN: anyway, maybe you're right, and my denizen could help me with these problems.

JOHN: but at the same time...

JOHN: there are SO MANY problems!

JOHN: even if i learned to control my powers better, we would STILL have to deal with all this glitchy bullshit!

JOHN: i could zap around and fix everything, but if it's all still garbled, how would i even know it was fixed?!

JOHN: maybe you were right, roxy.

JOHN: what if it's all too much to overcome this time, even for typheus?

TEREZI: 1 H4V3 H34RD 3NOUGH!

TEREZI: JOHN, YOU H4V3 SL4ND3R3D OUR TROLL M4L3S 4S W33N13S

TEREZI: 4ND WH1L3 1 COULD NOT POSS1BLY D1SPUT3 TH1S CH4R4CT3R1Z4T1ON

TEREZI: TOD4Y 1 L1ST3N TO 3XCUS3S FROM NON3 OTH3R TH4N TH3 SUPR3M3 W33N13 H1MS3LF!

JOHN: :O

TEREZI: YOU W1LL GO S33 YOUR D3N1Z3N 4T ONC3

TEREZI: 4SK H1M TO H3LP YOU UND3RST4ND YOUR POW3RS, 4ND 4CC3PT WH4T3V3R PR1C3 H3 D3M4NDS

TEREZI: TH1S 1S NOT N3GOT14BL3!

JOHN: god, alright!

JOHN: i was going to agree to go see him anyway!

JOHN: can't a guy just think out loud a bit before making a big decision?

TEREZI: NO

JOHN: wow, ok.

JOHN: my bad i guess???

TEREZI: Y3S

TEREZI: STOP TH1NK1NG, YOU H4V3 4LW4YS B33N T3RR1BL3 4T 1T

TEREZI: L34V3 TH3 M1ND WORK TO M3

JOHN: fine, then i guess it's settled.

JOHN: i will go to lowas and see my denizen.

JOHN: but what will you guys do?

TEREZI: PROB4BLY NOTH1NG

JOHN: nothing?

TEREZI: 1F YOU 4R3 SUCC3SSFUL

TEREZI: TH3N W3 W1LL STOP 3X1ST1NG

TEREZI: 1 DOUBT 1T W1LL B3 L1K3 H4V1NG TO L1V3 TH3 R3ST OF OUR L1V3S 1N 4 DOOM3D T1M3L1N3

TEREZI: T3CHN1C4LLY TH4T 1S WH4T W3 4R3 DO1NG R1GHT NOW

TEREZI: 1 PR3SUM3 TH4T S1NC3 YOU H4V3 B33N 3NDOW3D W1TH TH3 4B1L1TY TO R3WR1T3 C4US4L1TY, NOT UNL1K3 TH3 M3CH4N1SM B3H1ND TH3 SCR4TCH

TEREZI: 3V3RYTH1NG 4S 1T 1S NOW W1LL S1MPLY C34S3 TO B3

JOHN: oh.

JOHN: ...

TEREZI: WH4T?

JOHN: i mean, even though everything in this timeline is about as shitty as it gets...

JOHN: that still seems kinda sad.

ROXY: yeah

ROXY: i think them is just the breaks dude

JOHN: i guess so.

JOHN: what do you think you will do with the time you have left?

ROXY: ummmm

ROXY: idk shit around all melancholy for a spell

ROXY: question my life choices

ROXY: probly bury my mom somewhere in the desert

ROXY: give her a quick funeral

ROXY: says goodbye to her an everything else

ROXY: and then

ROXY: curl up into a ball

ROXY: and wait to unexist?

JOHN: holy shit that's the saddest thing i've ever heard!

JOHN: argh, why'd you even have to tell me that!

ROXY: hey u asked

JOHN: no, that sucks!

JOHN: don't do that.

ROXY: meh why not

JOHN: because it's stupid plan for crappy idiots.

ROXY: j f C what a burn

ROXY: i think i might cease to exist just from that burn

JOHN: yes, laugh at my truly sick burn if you must, but everyone's getting on my case for being so defeatist, and THAT'S the best plan you can come up with?

ROXY: i didnt get on your case for being defeatist tho

ROXY: i was actin tons more defeatist than u on account of the emotions from my moms tragic corpse

ROXY: the trolls been the one bustin your windsock remember

TEREZI: 1T'S TRU3

TEREZI: 1 H4V3 B33N DO1NG TH4T

JOHN: yeah, i just think...

JOHN: no matter who's going to stop existing when, if i do something proactive, then you should too!

JOHN: even if only on principle.

ROXY: .....

ROXY: such as?

JOHN: why don't you go see your denizen too?

ROXY: wat

JOHN: that's your denizen there, isn't it?

ROXY: no thats a statue

JOHN: yes, i know it's a statue.

JOHN: i mean, it is a depiction of her, right?

ROXY: oh

ROXY: yeh

JOHN: so if i'm going to see mine, why don't you go see yours too?

ROXY: go see nix...

ROXY: why

JOHN: why not!

ROXY: cause im not the hero with the magic "fix literally everything" powers that need masterin

JOHN: no, but you still have things to learn, don't you?

JOHN: did you ever make that spike ball?

ROXY: um no

ROXY: but what would even be the point of that anymore

JOHN: i dunno.

JOHN: it's just a thing you were going to set your mind to, but haven't done yet.

JOHN: just like i said i was going to get that magic ring so you can give it to your friend. remember that?

ROXY: yeah

JOHN: i haven't done that yet either.

JOHN: but that doesn't mean i have to give up on that idea.

JOHN: what if, after i see my denizen...

JOHN: what if i could still do that?

ROXY: ...

JOHN: i'm just saying, you have no idea what there is to learn from her.

JOHN: maybe finding out what there is to learn is most of what there is to learn?

JOHN: what if making alien spike balls is only the beginning of understanding your powers?

JOHN: what if she can help you channel some sort of incredible... voidey thing?

ROXY: voidy thing

JOHN: yes, like a windy thing, but with void instead of wind.

ROXY: whats a windy thing

JOHN: a windy thing is obviously a bunch of damn wind blowing around!

ROXY: soo

ROXY: ur saying she can teach me to make void blow around

JOHN: no!

JOHN: i didn't mean it that literally.

JOHN: i mean, maybe something more abstract? like, i dunno...

JOHN: learn to phase out of reality, and somehow preserve yourself in the void, even if i alter history...

JOHN: so that maybe when the time is right, you can just... pop back into reality?

ROXY: wow

ROXY: u rly think she can tell me how to do that

JOHN: i have no idea!

JOHN: i'm just saying...

JOHN: who knows?

ROXY: not to be a wet windsock john but that sounds far fetched as heck

JOHN: ok, yes, probably.

JOHN: it just feels shitty leaving you here to have a sad funeral, and then stop existing.

ROXY: sometimes john

ROXY: u just gotta throw a sad funeral for ur dead teen mom and then stop existing

ROXY: LE SHRUG

JOHN: le shrug my LA BUTT!

JOHN: i'm not going to see my denizen unless you agree to see yours.

JOHN: that is the deal, and that's final.

ROXY: daaamn son

ROXY: as in, damn, LITERAL offspring of some peeps i kno

ROXY: shit be strict

TEREZI: 4L1V3 L4LOND3, JUST DO WH4T H3 S4YS

TEREZI: PO1NTL3SS OBST1N4CY 1S 4 SH4R3D F4M1L14L TR41T WH1CH 1S MOST UNW3LCOM3 4T TH1S T1M3

ROXY: ok fiiine

ROXY: ima go see some big ass goddess of the night if itll make u get this show on the stinkin road aready!

JOHN: thank you.

JOHN: that is all i ask.

ROXY: so uh

ROXY: now?

JOHN: i...

JOHN: hmm.

JOHN: i guess?

ROXY: hmm

ROXY: like this exact actual second then

JOHN: um.

JOHN: i don't know.

JOHN: probably?

ROXY: alright

ROXY: i guess we should like

ROXY: go then

JOHN: yeah.

JOHN: no time like the present, right?

ROXY: right

JOHN: then, um.

JOHN: so hey.

JOHN: if this works, and i somehow erase you from history...

JOHN: i mean, this version of you...

ROXY: haha

ROXY: yeah

ROXY: if that happens then uh

JOHN: it was nice to meet you... ?

TEREZI: TH1S 1S FUCK1NG BRUT4L

ROXY: :?

TEREZI: 1 4M NOT 4BOUT TO SP3ND MY F1N4L MOM3NTS SLOWLY BL33D1NG TO D34TH WH1L3 TWO HUM4N DORKS OBL1V1OUS TO TH31R OWN P41NFULLY 3V1D3NT ROM4NT1C T3NS1ON FUMBL3 THROUGH 4 DR4WN OUT S3R13S OF 4WKW4RD GOODBY3S

TEREZI: D1DN'T YOU JUST M33T, L1K3 TOD4Y??

JOHN: y..... um...

ROXY: um.... y....

TEREZI: J3GUS, SOM3ON3 FLOG M3 W1TH 4NOTH3R SH1TTY CLOWN, 1 C4N'T T4K3 ON3 MOR3 M1NUT3 W1TH YOU 4DOR4BL3 DW33BS

TEREZI: YOU C4UGHT M3 4T TH3 B444D T1M3, 3GB3RT 4ND L4LOND3. 4NY OTH3R D4Y 1 WOULD B3 T34S1NG YOU 4BOUT TH1S 1N 4 PL4YFUL 4TT3MPT TO M4K3 YOU BOTH UNCOMFORT4BL3, WH1L3 G1GGL1NG M4N14C4LLY

TEREZI: BUT LOOK 4T M3

TEREZI: 1 S41D LOOK 4T M3

TEREZI: DO3S TH1S STR1K3 YOU 4S 4 F4C3 WH1CH 1S PR3P4R3D TO G1GGL3 M4N14C4LLY???

ROXY: ._.

TEREZI: 1 4M D3CL4R1NG TH1S M33T1NG OF TR4G1C Y3T 4DOR4BL3 FUCKUPS COMPL3T3LY 4ND UTT3RLY 4DJOURN3D

TEREZI: NOW S4Y GOODBY3

TEREZI: Y3S TH3R3 YOU GO, JUST L1K3 TH4T

TEREZI: H3Y

TEREZI: WH4T, YOU'R3 JUST GO1NG TO W4LK 4W4Y?

TEREZI: HOW 4BOUT 4 HUG

TEREZI: Y3S, TH3 TH1NG YOU DO W1TH YOUR 4RMS

TEREZI: NO, NOT M3! DON'T TOUCH M3

TEREZI: W1TH 34CH OTH3R

TEREZI: OK, JUST 4 L1TTL3 CLOS3R, 4ND...

TEREZI: TH3R3 YOU GO!

TEREZI: TH1S 1SN'T BL4STOFF R3S34RCH, P3OPL3

TEREZI: 4LR1GHT, 1 TH1NK TH4T'S GO1NG TO DO 1T

TEREZI: TH3 GOODBY3 H4S B33N S3CUR3D

TEREZI: 1 M34N R34LLY

TEREZI: HOW DO YOU 3V3N FUNCT1ON ON 4 D4Y TO D4Y B4S1S W1THOUT M3

TEREZI: HOW DO3S 4NYBODY?

TEREZI: HMM

TEREZI: M4YB3 TH3Y D1DN'T?

TEREZI: 1 GU3SS TH4T 3XPL41NS TH3 M3SS W3'R3 1N. FUCK1NG 3UR3K4!

ROXY: lmao

ROXY: scarf troll ur p funny

ROXY: hope i meet ya again

ROXY: or at least some version of myself meets some version of urself

ROXY: whew wat an abstract wish! fantasy wishgiver dreamchrist dont even kno what that meant enough to make it happen or not

ROXY: he and his loyal entourage of religion-wizerds just shruggin @ eachother

ROXY: um k so

ROXY: good luck fixin all the shit john

ROXY: anyway im out

ROXY: phasin down to the core o this sucker 4 denizen timez

ROXY: later dudes

ROXY: *poof!*

JOHN: bye!!!

JOHN: heh, she didn't hear me. she was already under ground.

JOHN: but yeah, i guess i will get going too.

JOHN: thanks for the weird, angry pep talk, terezi! see you.

TEREZI: 3GB3RT, WH3R3 TH3 H3LL DO YOU TH1NK YOU'R3 GO1NG

JOHN: but you just said...

TEREZI: G3T B4CK H3R3!!!

JOHN: ok! dang.

JOHN: what is it?

TEREZI: DON'T YOU TH1NK W3 SHOULD GO OV3R TH3 4CTU4L PL4N F1RST?

JOHN: er.

JOHN: i thought we just did that?

JOHN: i'm going to see typheus.

TEREZI: NO YOU N1TW1T

TEREZI: 1 M34N WH4T YOU'R3 GO1NG TO DO 1F YOU SUCC3SSFULLY L34RN TO CONTROL YOUR POW3RS

JOHN: oh yeah.

JOHN: heh. good point.

TEREZI: SO WH4T 1S YOUR PL4N

JOHN: i don't have one.

JOHN: i mean, other than to go talk to a monster who i presume to be a giant snake, and see what happens.

JOHN: do you have any ideas?

TEREZI: HMM

JOHN: what do you think i should change, terezi?

TEREZI: 1 DON'T KNOW

TEREZI: 1 R34LLY SHOULD KNOW

TEREZI: BUT

TEREZI: 1 DON'T >:[

JOHN: why do you think you should know?

TEREZI: B3C4US3 1 4M 4 S33R OF M1ND!

TEREZI: 1T 1S MY JOB TO KNOW SUCH TH1NGS

TEREZI: 1 4M SUPPOS3D TO FOR3S33 OUTCOM3S OF C3RT41N 4CT1ONS, 4ND GU1D3 MY FR13NDS TO V1CTORY

TEREZI: BUT 1'V3 N3V3R B33N V3RY GOOD 4T US1NG MY POW3RS

TEREZI: LOOK 4T WH3R3 TH3Y'V3 L3D M3!!!

TEREZI: 1 LOST 4LL F41TH 1N MY 4B1L1T13S LONG 4GO

TEREZI: SORRY JOHN

TEREZI: 1'M NOT SUR3 1 C4N H3LP YOU

JOHN: can't you at least try?

TEREZI: TRY WH4T, 3X4CTLY?

JOHN: anything!

JOHN: like, put your hands on your head, like psychics do, and just...

JOHN: i dunno! try anything at all that might help me figure out what to do.

JOHN: i just don't want to be zapping around time and space at random, with no rhyme or reason to what i'm trying to fix!

JOHN: please terezi, just try.

JOHN: i need your help.

#homestuck #john egbert #roxy lalonde #terezi pyrope #homestuck act 6 #page 7027 #page 7028 #page 7029 #page 7030 #page 7031 #page 7032 #page 7033 #page 7034 #page 7035 #page 7036 #page 7037 #homestuck act 6 act 6 #homestuck act 6 act 6 intermission 4

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norcalbruja · 1 year ago

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Tried a friend's suggestion, nothing to lose.

I tend to ask household spirits for help when things start going wrong in the apartment, but I've never really verified anyone's presence--I just go on the animistic idea that SOMEONE is probably rooming in the apartment in the Otherworld, and I might as well tell them something's happening and I might need help.

I was talking to an online friend about household spirits a couple of days ago, and they mentioned that sometimes spirits don't want FOOD/THINGS as offerings, but the acts of doing chores.

And with me dealing with plumbing issues from clogged pipes last week (thank the gods that everything's fixed now), I went, "welp, it can't hurt to dedicate some chores to the spirits. I can't exactly dedicate my WRITING to spirits right now, so the worst that can happen is that I got the chores done anyway."

So I started washing the dishes and thinking "Hello, household spirits and whoever else is listening! I'm washing the dishes and I just really need help with... my whole life right now? But the big things are how I need an art career soon, so I can finally move the hell out of my mom's place and be a fucking Real Adult for once. And I don't know what's up with the anito right now, but a reader said that the anito are sick of me begging them for help, and I'm writing blasphemous stories and blogging weird shit about them, so I'm going to play it safe and assume that I can't ask them for help."

And then YET ANOTHER Tagalog Sea-Spirit arrived. The first thing I heard was a ridiculously deep and cavernous voice, much different from the Water-Spirit's deep but raspy 'Geralt of Rivia' voice.

He said, "ANAK. What on earth are you talking about?! You think we abandoned you for WRITING STORIES?! And your blog???"

And I told him, "Yes, people say that this doesn't make sense! Fuck, a lot of Tagalog spirits basically react like you did and go 'what the fuck???', but whatever's going on, most of the anito aren't HERE, so I can't just ignore it!"

He asked me, "Who acts like we give up on someone for begging? And that we don't know what STORIES are, especially from a Filipino? Look, I am no fool and I don't think this can't be another Filipino, but tell me who put that idea in your head!"

I said, "Yeah, that's the problem--I got a reading from a Filipino reader that the anito abandoned me. When I first freaked out about it, a couple of people said that it didn't make sense and the anito sound awfully cruel and not-god-like for spirits that used to get a LOT of prayers from precolonial Tagalogs about everything under the sun, but... how do I get a second opinion about it??? I can't ask another reader from the Filipino Discord, or they'll think I'm trying to worm out of the whole 'blasphemy' issue. Another spirituality group I joined had to disband, and my OTHER spirituality friends are just busy with their fucking lives right now."

I started to get mentally exhausted and I was like, "Okay, sir, can we just focus on the urgent stuff right now? I need some actual meat-space help--with an art career, and a place of my own? Also, what should I call you?"

He told me again, "I am no fool, anak. If I give you a name after you just told me that the anito abandoned you, you won't believe me."

And I was like "Yeah, but I'm running out of things to call Tagalog spirits! The Water-Spirit, Haik Number Four, SHARK WHO ISN'T ACTUALLY A SHARK, Ulupong, the Water Nuno, and 'all the other Tagalog spirits who generally aren't the anito' is really stretching my limits of Tagalog!"

So Lola Buwaya was like "Give her a name, then! At the very least, you'll be the second or third imposter!"

So he called himself Amansinaya, but given my track record with someone I think is ANOTHER Amansinaya (who reenacted the Bane vs Batman moment with the Water-Spirit when I first found out he wasn't actually Haik), the new guy is going to be "Amansinaya Number Two" in writing.

Amansinaya Number Two sighed and asked her, "Lola. She reeks of pain. Has nobody bothered to help her with it? She even thinks we abandoned her for it! What madness is this?"

I only said 'This is Sparta' really, really quietly, and then I told him, "Look, the only thing we do know is that most of the anito aren't here. I guess two or three of them showed up after I got the reading, but I don't know if they're who they say they are."

And Amansinaya Number Two went, "So the only one who stayed with you is Haik's imposter, ay? The one that Haik said did a GOOD JOB impersonating him." Then he just laughed bitterly and said, "Madness, anak. This is madness you're stuck in, and the ones who should be helping you haven't done anything of the sort. It's HIM."

And I'm sick of all the Tagalog spirits constantly coming up and prodding at all my "abandoned by the anito" issues so I was like, "Yes, Amansinaya, I know this is a shitty situation. I've heard a couple of spirits say that they can smell my misery and torment like you did, but I can't fucking STAY IN BED AND BE TORMENTED all day. If you can't help me with actual meat-space solutions that can make me less miserable, that's okay! I'm just tired of Tagalog spirits saying that I'm a mess and still not helping me! At least the Water-Spirit admits he can't help me, so if you don't want to help or if you can't or anything, that's fine! STOP TELLING ME THAT YOU WANT TO HELP IF YOU'RE NOT ACTUALLY GOING TO DO IT!"

And, uh... Anansi-who-looks-like-Orlando-Jones stepped in again.

He just fucking shoved Amansinaya and said, "Y'all have a lot of fucking nerve to come here and act like you care about her!" And then he took a breath and went, "Oh wait, I'm not supposed to talk to Filipinos anymore. It's imposing! And I ain't no grown man who decides who the fuck I can talk to! Scarface! Tag me out!"

And I was like, "Oh my god, Anansi, please don't do the 'talking through Loki' thing again. It's so weird!"

And he laughed at me and went "Ohohohohohoho, but I gotta stay respectful and nice and all that shit! Even if my whole thing is being a trickster! Girl, it's either Loki or the party-boy!" (He probably meant Dionysus.)

And Loki, typically, just came up and started laughing his ass off because two angry tricksters tend to get along REALLY WELL.

Unfortunately, while Loki-As-Anansi was ranting, that obviously stressed me out because... well, read the above problem where I'm sick of the spirits constantly rehashing my problem of "the reader said that the anito have seemingly abandoned me, and I'm definitely not seeing a lot of the anito come up and say they HAVEN'T."

And I went "you guys, please just STOP. I asked Amansinaya to help me with real-life stuff, and I don't need anyone to keep talking about my abandonment or blasphemy. Like, I already know it's bad! I don't know what else to do about it!"

Then I heard one of the Not-Children demons laughing again, and they appeared from the corner and said, "I don't think there'll be anything left of her to do worship after too long. We don't even need to do that much."

And everyone just BRISTLED at their presence, so Actual-Anansi clamped a hand on their throat and went "SHUT UP, CHILDREN! NOBODY ASKED YOU NOTHING! I KNOW THERE'S MORE OF YOU HIDING OUT HERE, SO Y'ALL GOTTA LEAVE RIGHT NOW!"

I immediately panicked because if people remember waaaaaaay back when I first got the reading about the anito abandoning me: The Not-Children have a tendency to "leave" by forcing their own births on me and making it exceptionally painful.

Amansinaya actually went on HIGH ALERT once the Not-Child showed up and he said to me, "ANAK! HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN FEEDING ON YOU?!"

And I was like "Well, they showed up a little bit before the big drama-bomb reading that the anito have abandoned me. Everyone basically went 'yikes, what the fuck???' when I mentioned a terrifying demonic-birth that screwed up my meditation in the Discord. I used to call them the tiyanak because that's the only spirit I know that takes the form of a baby/toddler and preys on unsuspecting mortals, but... yeah, they're NOT the same. What with their adult minds, and their ability to prey on my fears and insecurities with those adult minds. But before I felt too awkward to post in the Discord anymore, the others didn't know what they actually were."

Amansinaya said, "And nobody even TRIED to get rid of a demon?! It doesn't matter if people don't know what exactly they are, they know that these spirits are hurting you!"

And I told him, "Well, I try to kill them or boot them out of my space when I see them. It's not ideal, but--"

"No! You kill ONE OF THEM at a time! You drive ONE OF THEM away if you can catch them trying to hurt you! But you can't get rid of them all like that! Even if the anito don't like your writing or your blog, someone should at least help you get rid of THESE!"

And Loki as himself just went, "BAHAHAHAHAHA! EVERYONE WHO ISN'T THE ANITO KEEPS SAYING THAT THE ANITO SHOULD HELP HER! FOR THIS SHIT, OR THAT SHIT, OR THAT OTHER PILE OF SHIT SHE'S IN!!! And yet the reader said that everything she said about the gods is shit, and she needs to apologize to the anito for giving them shitty writing, and she needs to apologize for her shitty and disrespectful speech about them!" So he went up to Amansinaya and said, "You know what I think? I think most of the anito want the good press of decolonization and restoring their followers, without doing THE ACTUAL WORK that comes with being a fucking god!"

Amansinaya was like "Napaka inis! Loki, it doesn't matter if they think she's annoying or if they call her work blasphemy, she hasn't done nearly enough to deserve being left in the wild for demons!"

Loki got mad and screamed at him, "WELL, THEY LEFT HER! AND EVER SINCE THOSE FUCKERS STARTED SHOVING THEIR WAY OUT OF HER, YOU KNOW WHICH TAGALOGS HAVE BEEN HELPING HER??? THE SPIRITS SHE ALREADY KNOWS! THE COBRA, THE CROCODILE, AND THE SHARK-WHALE-THING! THE IMPOSTER THAT THE DISCORD'S MORTALS DON'T TRUST! Oh, oh, but guess how many anito finally bothered to show their damn faces after the millionth time she started screaming for help?! TWO AND A HALF!!! And you, sir, bring that number up to THREE and a half! I don't know if you're the real gods or not, but I know that three out of twenty gods is not a good show of support! it sure as hell isn't that spiritual commmuuuuuuunity that everyone loves to talk about!"

And like, my brother (who died a few years ago) also got mad at Amansinaya Number Two and told him (like I did earlier) that he can help me or not, but he should NOT yank me around by claiming he'll help me and then just saying some feel-good stuff.

Amansinaya Number Two is just... SO CONFUSED that this is even happening to me.

Honestly, I may have to limit my talks with Tagalog spirits because it seems like a lot of them hear about things through other spirits somehow--a spiritual grapevine? Talking to Lola or Ulupong? And yet they ask me about it anyway. And like, I get why they're asking because this is some really messy shit to deal with, but some of them keep exhausting me with spiritual discussions when all I did was ask for a job/career and my own place.

#personal gnosis #unverified personal gnosis #spirituality

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humsaafar · 1 year ago

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Dekho dekho, kaun wapis aaya hai!

Yaar, saalon baad mulakat. No drama has been interesting to me for a while, I tried to watch Tere Bin but pretty sure I only got up to episode 10 🥲 So many dramas are in my DNF category but Mohabbat Ghumshuda Meri has me hooked yet pissed at the same time. Honestly, what kind of zidd is this? Saim & Zobia took a stand for their love & how did Zobia’s family react? By fixing her engagement with someone else ; Roshna not telling her until a day before her assumed engagement with Saim was so wrong. I’m sorry but what sin have they committed? I know it’s Pakistan, but come on yaar, they have been screaming since the beginning that they liked one another and no one listened to them ; “bacha hain, abhi kuch bhi nahi pata” laanat on this type of thinking. One thing I will say is that the gaslighting and manipulation done by Zobia’s father is so typical desi baap with jahil thinking. You come to know that your daughter likes someone, she comes to you herself saying THIS is who I like, yet you ignore it all and fix her engagement to some random dude to save face? What face? Their relationship has only come in front of the immediate family, who for some reason, are harboring this hate and resentment towards their love without any valid reason. Both of them approached you guys to get them engaged so that no one dare raise a finger on you guys or their love. All you had to do was get them engaged and then marriage would’ve been down the line once they graduated college & settled in their careers. I feel for Saim and Zobia, I do. Because they have been giving solutions to everyone’s problems yet they’re being shut down or silenced. Ffs, they’re the ones that have to spend their lives with the one they choose, not the parents or any other elder, it’s between them and their choice which for some reason ghaas khane gaye hai. A big prop I will give to Saim’s dad is that after seeing the love that his son held for this girl and how painful it is for him to lose her, he said fuck it, I’m going to get my son his happiness. Saim’s mom is slowly reaching there as well but his dad won my heart when he left after consoling Saim to go talk to Zobia’s dad. He tried his hardest to make him understand, to stop the engagement, but to no avail and it sucks because in the beginning, seeing how well Zobia got along with her dad and how protective he was of her and her feelings ; it seemed that he’d go to any ends for her happiness but sadly, that wasn’t the case. Abh, we gotta wait until next week cause MY BOY SAIM DID NOT PLAYYYY when he said he ain’t letting that engagement happen and TYG that he got there on time. Even after Zobia’s “to be” in-laws find out that she loves someone else and he loves her, I just know her family is gonna do some stupid shit still and stand in their way. Pyaar hi toh kiya hai yaar, yet I love how their love is shaking the world and how much they’re fighting to make everyone realize that they love each other and cannot be without one another. Yeah, Zobia had some hiccups when it came to some things such as not speaking up during the proposal Saim initially sent with her consent but I feel for her when she did that. That was the first her family besides Roshna were hearing that their relationship was more than just friendship. Everyone questioning her put her on the spot yet when it came down to it after Daaniyal’s nonsense, she stood her ground which was just 👏🏼 shabashhhh! I’m excited to see what next week’s episode will hold - I just know that Zobia’s family will do dumb shit instead of listening to her once again but the development from Saim’s family excites me the most because they’re finally listening to Saim and they’re supporting him and his love, no matter what 🥹 Chalo yaar, raat bohot hogaye hai. Until next time, jaans ❤️‍🔥

#aish’s thoughts #mgm #khushhal khan #dananeer mobeen

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angelsdevils · 2 years ago

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Baji Keisuke

Title: Trouble

Baji had no intentions of dating, wanting to focus only on his school work so he wouldn’t make his mom cry again. But when he saw you walk into class, everything he was studying went out the window. He felt his cheeks heat up as he adjusted his glasses. His eyes followed you until you reached your seat which was right next to him. He glanced down at his notebook, as he felt a feeling he never felt before.

Chifuyu walked into the class and sat in the seat directly in front of Baji, before correcting his work yet again.

“That’s isn’t right…”

“Oh, thanks Chifuyu…” He said and Chifuyu nodded before glancing at you who was reading your book.

“No problem… hey (Y/N)…” You looked up from your book and flashed him a smile.

“Hey, how was summer?”

“Good, you just getting back? School has been in for a week now.”

“Yeah, the flight got super delayed. There were some issues they were having.”

“Ah, well glad you made it in safely.”

“Thanks, I hope your summer was good too, and you stayed out of trouble.”

Chifuyu looked away scratching his neck and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“You know her?” Baji whispered to Chifuyu who only nodded his head.

“We gotta go, see ya around (Y/N),” Chifuyu said and you smiled.

“Okay, don’t get into fights… geez. I can’t keep repairing you.”

“Alright, alright.” He huffed slightly as Baji dragged him out of the homeroom.

“What is wrong with you?” Chifuyu asked and Baji stared at him.

“How do you know her?”

“Uhm, every single person in our grade knows her except you. She is not only the president of our grade, but every guy has a huge crush on her. She use to beat the crap out of me after treating any wounds I got due to fighting.”

“Introduce me to her.”

“You are literally in her class, introduce yourself.”

“Please, she is so pretty. I don’t think I can~”

“Seriously? You can’t be serious right now,” Chifuyu groaned and Baji glanced at him.

~time skip~

You were putting your books away when another student came up to you.

“Thank god, I found Chifuyu and that one kid who got held back. They are bleeding, and need to be treated. The nurse isn’t in her office right now.”

“Oh my god, I told Chifuyu~ fine I am going… thanks for telling me.” They nodded and you made your way to the nurse’s office and walked in. Chifuyu avoided your gaze and met the eyes of a guy with long black hair. You both stared at each other since you didn’t recognize him.

“You may not recognize me, but I am the one you sit next to in class…” he gave you a boyish grin and you sighed.

“Great, now I have to babysit another troublemaker. What did I say Chifuyu?”

“Listen, I had a valid reason…” he defended.

“Right, sure you do,” you sighed before glancing at the other guy, “what is your name?”

“Baji~”

“Well you may be older than me, but don’t cause me too much trouble okay? I have Chifuyu who does that enough.”

“Sorry~,” he said. You grabbed the first aid kit and began to clean Chifuyu’s face and he flinched slightly.

“Sorry (Y/N),” Chifuyu mumbled and you sighed again.

“I guess in a way I should have expected it. So it’s fine, I am used to this.”

“To be fair, he started the fight though. I had to defend myself.” Chifuyu threw Baji under the bus, typically he wouldn’t have. But you were a lot scarier than Baji.

“Hey~ dude…” Baji groaned and Chifuyu shrugged his shoulders slightly.

“I am just saying, I am not about to get hit by her. She scares me more than you do.”

“Anyway, there you are~ all fixed up… your turn.” You stood in front of Baji, and he straightened up a bit and smiled as you cleaned his face. He tried to fight the blush that spread to his ears since you were so close. Chifuyu watched the interaction, and he realized that Baji really had a crush on you.

“Let me know if I am hurting you…” you said when he flinched at the cotton being dabbed onto his wounds.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I dealt with worst.”

“That is not reassuring.”

“Sorry.”

Once you finished, Chifuyu slipped out of the nurse’s office leaving you alone with Baji. When you moved away from Baji he watched you put the first aid away.

“Okay you and Chi~fuyu he did not leave~”

“He did…”

“Ugh, he knew I was going to scold you two… fine, I will scold you guys tomorrow.” You said and Baji nodded and you washed your hands.

“Can I walk you home?” Baji asked and you looked over at him and he was looking away.

“Sure, I don’t mind… thank you…” You grabbed your bag and he shoved his hands in his pockets as he stood up. You both finally left the school grounds and he followed close to you as he looked around.

“I appreciate you taking care of us, it means a lot,” Baji said after a few minutes of silence.

“It’s nothing really. I use to do it for Chifuyu all the time, so don’t worry about it. I will just add you to my list,” you nudged him. He laughed before meeting your eyes.

“If you say that, I am only going to get into fights more…”

“So that’s why Chifuyu does it? Cause he knows I will patch him up? Now I know, fine I will no longer be patching you guys up.”

“No, that’s not what I meant…” he said quickly and you eyed him. He held his hands up and you sighed softly.

“Fine, but you guys are going to stress me out. I only met you today, that’s mean.”

“How about a date? To make up for it?”

“I am sorry what?” You asked and he leaned close to your face.

“I like you, let’s date. Then you have a reason to patch me up, and I may stay out of trouble…”

“Really?”

“Well, no… but I have a reason to not get into as many fights…”

“One date, and you cannot fight at all while we are on this date. Got it?”

“You will have my full attention, I promise.”

© [@angelsdevils] all rights reserved. none of my posts or stories should be modified, reposted, etc. I do not own the character or the fanart, but I own the plots of these stories. All fanart goes to their appropriate owners.

#tr rev #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers Baji #baji #baji keisuke #baji x reader #baji keisuke x reader #fluff

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soulmate-game · 3 years ago

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Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.

Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…

Well, it was okay. For about a month.

Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—

Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.

Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.

Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).

A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.

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“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?

“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”

“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”

Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”

Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”

Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.

“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”

Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.

“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”

“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.

He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.

But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.

“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.

She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”

“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.

“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”

“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.

Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“

“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“

“Language, Hood.”

“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”

“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”

“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”

Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”

Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.

All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.

“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”

Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.

“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”

She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.

“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.

“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.

Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?

“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.

She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?

And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.

And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.

What the hell?

“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”

“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.

Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”

“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thanks.”

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caitlyn-winchester · 3 years ago

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TLC

Summary: The reader always takes care of her friends and asks for nothing in return. Her friends often take advantage of this without even knowing. As the reader’s list of priories grow, she forgets to take care of herself. Everyone has a breaking point. Pent up emotions poor out and its up to the Pogues to help give the reader some tender love, and care.

platonic!Pogues x fem!reader

word count: 4K+

Tw: mental health issues, mentions of alcohol, cursing, nudity that's pretty much it. the rest is an overwhelming amount of fluff but lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: While this is a self-insert fic, this is a very self-indulgent fic and some details are personal to me. I wish I had some good friends like the Pogues. Also sorry I didn’t include Pope a lot into this. I don't really know how to write him.

A/N#2: Feedback is welcomed. Likes and re-blogs always appreciated. :)

To say you were mentally stretched thinned was an understatement. It has been a long day for you. First you went over to Pope’s house to help him prepare for a math competition he has this weekend. Your phone kept blowing up at Pope’s with texts from John B and Sarah, claiming they got into a fight and were in a dire need of a mediator. Once Pope felt secure enough with the amount of studying he did, you went over to the Chateau to help John B and Sarah. Their fight was petty really, some girl commented heart eyes on John B’s insta post. John B didn’t interact with the girl at all but it still upset Sarah that someone would flirt with her boyfriend. Once you were able to simmer down that situation, you went home in hopes of taking a nap. The past couple of days you didn't get any sleep because of your dad drunkenly blasting music and singing along to it. You tried everything to block out the music, putting blankets by your door to muffle the sound or putting in your own headphones to listen to ASMR. No matter what you did, you could still hear the rock music, ultimately depriving you of sleep. You didn’t want to tell your friends though. You usually weren't one to express any troubles in your life. You didn’t want to burden anyone.

Once you got back home from John B’s, you immediately got an SOS from JJ, needing help with his dad. You couldn't say no to that, especially with JJ needing someone with a vulnerable topic. You slammed your car door, quickly driving to JJ’s. You found him sitting on his front step with a bloody lip and bruises already forming on his body. Lucky for Luke, his truck was gone when you got there. You cleaned JJ’s injures, let him rant and offered to give him a ride to John B’s place. On your way, you got a call from Kiara, crying after she got into another verbal fight with her mom. She begged you to come over and you complied.

That’s where you are currently. Sitting in Kiara’s room, listening to her rant. You normally would give her your full attention, but you were physically and mentally tired.

“Y/N.” Kiara snapped her fingers in front of your face.

“Huh.” you said snapping out of your thoughts.

“Are you even listening to me?” She asks in disbelief, like you wasted her time.

“Yea...no” You trailed off, “Sorry.”

“Really Y/N? Why would you come over if you wouldn't even pay attention to what I have to say. I need you.” She emphasizes.

“I said sorry, I have a lot on my mind right now.” You tried to reason with her.

“Like what?” she scoffed. “Seriously? Your life isn't that bad. You don't face many problems so would it kill you to help me for once and-”

That’s all I do is help!” You snapped. “You guys always ask for my help! I don't mind but I’m tired ok. I’m only one person! I don't have a magic wand that can fucking fix everything. First Pope wanted help with math and he wouldn't let me leave until he got every single fucking math problem right. Then Sarah got mad at John B because some girl commented heart eyes on his insta post. Fucking. Heart. Eyes. You would think John B shot her dog or something. Then JJ needed help with his dad and you needed help with your mom. I barely had a second to breath for myself.” You ranted. “Im so fucking tired, I haven't slept well in days. My dad fucking day drinks then comes home blast fucking rock music all night long. I swear if I have to hear ‘Mad World’ one more goddamn time I’m going to lose it.” You didn’t even realize you started crying until Kiara had you in her arms. You cracked. You facade of ‘everything is fine’ diminished in seconds.

“It’s okay.” Kiara tried to comfort you. When you ranted, she finally saw you. She is shooting herself for not noticing it before. You looked sick with tired eyes and pail skin. It was obviously to her you were not taking care yourself.

You shook your head, releasing yourself from her hold. “N-no, It’s ok. I should get going.” You sniffled.

“Y/N” Kiara tried to grab your wrist but it was too late, you left. You got in your car despite Kiara’s calls of protest. You needed to get out of there. You drove all the way home, composing yourself. When you open your car door, you heard it. Music. Not again, you thought. You wanted to cry all over again. You knew you couldn't stand another night of this so you pulled out your phone.

You: Hey, sorry to bother you so late. Can I stay the night?

John Booger🏄🏻‍♂️: You can never bother me, Y/N/N. Everything ok?

You: Yes. Can I stay over or not?

John Booger🏄🏻‍♂️: Of course. There is always room for you here.

You found John B’s messages unusually too sweet but you were too tired to care. You entered your house, not caring if you were quite or not. Your dad never hears you over the blaring music anyway. That and the fact you swear he is daydreaming, pretending he is actually at the concert. You quickly packed an over night bag of essentials; pajamas, your stuffed bunny, phone charger, a book and hygiene products. You went back out to your car climbing in, starting it and heading toward the Chateau.

When you got there, you slung your bag over shoulder and headed toward the front door. Before you can make it to the front steps, John B exited his house, saying a quick hello and bringing you into a hug.

“Uh. Hello to you too?” You said confused.

He gave you a mischievous look, taking your bag. “I’ll take this so you don't drop it.” He gave out a bird call to signal something...or someone.

“What is going on? why would I drop-” Before you could finished the sentence, JJ rounded the corner of the Chateau.

“Woogity! Woogity!” He yelled, charging at you then throwing you over his shoulder.

“What the hell?! JJ put me down!” You demanded.

“As you wish.” He said but by then, you were already at Twinkie. He placed you on the back bench, accidentally hitting you head on the window.

“Ow.” you groaned. You faintly heard the van slide shut and the engine roar to life.

“JJ, don't damage the precious cargo.” Sarah said from driver seat. John B got into the passenger seat with your bag in tow. JJ mumbled a ‘sorry.’

“Ok. What is going on?” You started to freak out.

“Operation TLC.” JJ said proudly.

“Huh?” This is making no sense to you.

“JJ.” John B bites. “Shush, its a surprise.”

“Oh.” the blonde boy shrugged.

“Where are we going? Why are you guys kidnapping me?” you pressed, wondering what is happening.

“We are your friends so its not kidnapping, Y/N/N.” John B reasons.

“Thats not how it goes John B. Most kidnappings are done by someone the victim knows.” you told the brunette surfer. “You took my stuff, you forced me into the car and now you are driving me somewhere against my will.”

“Ok maybe it is kidnapping.” Sarah spoke up, “But its with love.”

“Yea Y/N. Just go with it.” JJ said pulling you into a hug.

“JJ get off me!” You tried to push him away.

“Nope.” he said popping the ‘p’, clinging to you some more.

“So one on is going to tell me what's going on?” You asked and the three shook your head. You rolled your eyes, looking out the window. You noticed the direction you were heading. “Are we going to Kie’s?” The only response you got was a shrug. You sighed. You still have JJ clinging onto you, with his chin on your shoulder. You hate to admit it felt nice to be given a hug. Normally you were the one initiating the hug, not receiving it. You made sure no one was looking before you wrapped your own arms around JJ’s waist reciprocating the hug. They saw it though and they smiled to themselves. Your stubbornness was starting to subside slightly.

Sarah finally pulled you into the driveway of their destination. JJ offered you a hand and helped you out of Twinkie. You realized your instincts were correct. They brought you to Kiara’s house, which means she probably told them about your outburst. You started to become self-conscious, feeling weak that your friends now know you didn't ask for help while you were struggling. Everything is starting to make sense now, even though you don’t know their full plan.

“Guys, can we just go back. I’m really tired and I want to sleep.” you stressed. “I don't feel like hanging out tonight.”

“Just trust us, please?” Sarah asked. You sighed and nodded your head after a moment. Whatever they have planned they seem to be excited about it. You don't want to let them down. The three guided you into the house and up the stairs to Kiara’s room. As you grew closer to Kiara’s room, you became anxious, unsure what is about to happen. John B must of noticed your uneasiness because he gave your shoulders a comforting squeeze. Kiara’s door was wide open. When you peered inside and saw her sitting on her bed, bouncing her leg anxiously. Her head snapped up when she heard the Pogues footsteps and her eyes immediately landed on you.

“Thank god.” she breathed out relieved, you guess whatever plan she had was going well so far. “Y/N, I am so sorry about earlier.” She held onto both your hands, gently rubbing her thumbs over them. The rest of the Pogues dispersed throughout the room, starting to set things up. Sarah took your bag from John B and started to lay out stuff from your overnight bag. Then she disappeared into the bathroom. JJ and John B were setting up pillows and blankets on the floor.

“Its okay, Kie.” you tried to reassure her, “Sorry about my outburst earlier.”

“First off, you don't have to apologize for that Y/N/N. And second, it’s not okay,” She shook her head. “We have been some awful friends lately.”

“No you guys haven't.” You protested.

“Yea, we kinda have.” John B commented rubbing the back of his neck, standing next to Kiara.

“But-” you tried to object again but you were cut off by JJ.

“Don't try to justify it, Y/N/N. You take such good care of us and always put us first. We took advantage of that and have been shitty friends.”

“Exactly,” Sarah said, walking back from the bathroom connected to Kiara’s room. “Which is why tonight we are going to take care of you. We are going to pamper you and give you whatever you need. You want it, we will get it.” Sarah wrapped her arms around your shoulder, leading you over to the bathroom. She opened the door, which revealed the bathroom with a spa like ambiance. “I already drew you a bubble bath, with lavender. I know it's your favorite. But first I think we should wash your face and put a face mask on you. How does that sound?” Sarah asked you, giving you a loving smiled.

You bursted out crying, becoming overwhelmed by all the attention you have been giving in the past couple of minutes. You were not use to receiving all this kindness, especially from multiple people at once. You weren't one to ask for attention, preferring to just stay drifting by. Your friend’s problems have always been more prominent, making yours get put on the back-burner. This is why you have always took care of yourself instead. Sure, you have always dreamed of someone else taking care of you, just once. You thought you didn’t deserve though.

“I don't deserve this.” you sobbed out, burying your face in your hands. This was so embarrassing and it’s the second you have broke down in front of your friends today. Your friend’s faces fell at your self-deprivation.

“Oh, honey.” Sarah pulled your arms down so you were forced to look at her, holding your hands. “Listen to me. You do deserve this.” But you shook your head, disagreeing. “Yes, you do.” Sarah pressed further. “You deserve to get taken care of too.”

“Sorry, I’m just not use to this.” You sniffled and hugged yourself, almost like you were trying to guard yourself. You felt a hand on the top of your head, starting to smooth it over slowly. The repetitive motion helped you calm down.

“Well, get use to it,” John B stated. “This will be happening more often.”

“Why?” you asked.

“Because we love you, doofus.” JJ commented.

“Exactly.” Kiara quipped. “We don't show how much we actually appreciate you and it’s time we do.” you nodded your head. You guess you could give this a shot, maybe it’ll be nice.

“Now, let’s get you in that bath before the water gets cold.” Sarah started to guide you to the bathroom.

“Wait.” Kiara caught your wrist. “Are you hungry? We could send the boys to pick something up. When was the last time you ate something?”

“I-” You had to think for a minute. When was the last time you ate something?you pondered, the only think you could think of was a granola bar.

“Ok well if you have to think about it then it must of been a while ago.” Kiara stated. “What would you like?”

“Oh, I don't care.” You shrugged.

“Uh Uh, remember this is your night. We will pick up whatever you want.” JJ said.

“Um.. McDonalds.” You said after a moment. “My usual I guess.”

“One 10 piece chicken nugget meal coming right up.” John B grabbed his keys, JJ following him out the door.

“And get me some pizza!” Sarah yelled at her boyfriend.

“Oh we can just get pizza if that is easier-” Sarah cut you off by putting a finger to your lips.

“Nope. You want McDonalds. You’re getting McDonalds. Capisce?” She demanded.

“Yes, ma’am.” You replied, obviously they weren't budging.

Sarah lead you into the bathroom, while Kiara went down stairs. She waited outside for you to undress and put on a fluffy white robe she had layed out for you. Once you were done, you let her back in and she instructed you to wash your face, handing you your face wash.

“Sit here sweetie.” She pulled out a stool for you to sit on. She reached the for the vanity to grab the face mask and applicator. “Ok now close your eyes and I’ll apply this for you.” She instructed and you complied. She started to apply the face mask, starting at your forehead, then moving to your cheeks. She was so gentle with her brush strokes, it was almost feather-like. You think she is purposely going slow, so you could savor the moment. It did feel really nice. “Feel good?” She asked when she noticed a small smile on your face.

“Yea..” you hummed.

“This is a clay face mask, but its not too drying. Your face will feel really smooth after.” She told you. She continued to carefully apply the product, going for your T-zone now. “You have the cutest nose.” She complimented as she wiped the mask down your nose. You blushed at her comment and muttered a small ‘thanks.’ You heard the cap of the tub being placed back on and a faint clink as the tub hit the counter. You opened up your eyes. “Ok, that's done. Now you can just lay in the tub and soak for as long as you want. Don’t worry about us out there, take some time for yourself. I’ll be in shortly with you pajamas. When your done with your bath you can wash off you mask with a warm rag and moisturize. Also, don't worry about cleaning up the tub. I’ll take care of that.”

Once she knew you were all set, she left the bathroom allowing you to disrobe and enter the tub. The warm water felt nice on your sore muscles. You never noticed how bad they were from running around everyday until now. The longer you soaked, the more you felt the stress leave your body. It’s like you just got shot up with dopamine as you started to smile and giggle to yourself. You took some deep breaths to really get the full affect of the lavender. After some time, you heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.” You called out. You know it had to be one of the girls, seeing as you were naked. The bubbles covered your body pretty well, so they wouldn't see anything. The door opened to reveal Kiara, holding a bowl of fruit. Sarah shortly followed, with your pajamas. She placed them on the counter and left, shutting the door behind her. Kiara stayed in the bathroom. She grabbed a bath tray from her bathroom closet. She placed the tray in front of you, placing the bowl of fruit down. She kneeled down beside the tube, smiling at you.

“Someone is looking better.” She commented. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’m on a cloud.” you joked all loopy.

“Wow. That relaxed huh?” She laughed. “I’ll have to ask Sarah to draw me a bath one day.”

“She is really good at it.” You drew out the ‘really’, giggling. “I think she put some drugs in here. I feel high.”

“Nah, I think that feeling is you finally letting go of all that stress. Your brain is feeling happy, instead of playing tricks on you and making you sad.” She explained. “You deserve to be happy, so please come to use next time when you need us. Pogues take care of Pogues.”

“I know. Thanks for this.”

“Anything for you, beautiful.” She brushed some hair out of your face. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Yea, me too. You know how ASMR makes your brain all tingly.” You explained and Kiara nodded. “Well that's how I feel, but in real life. Especially when Sarah was applying the face mask. I felt all tingly and nice. I don't know how to explain it.”

“I think you explained it pretty well. Thats how I feel when you take care of me. Now you know how it feels and I think everyone else would agree when I say, now we know how you feel when you take care of us. There is a sense of pride knowing you helped someone feel better. That, and it’s nice to show people love. Good karma.” Kiara explained. “Now, I brought in some fruit for you to snack on. I know normally if you just each fast food, your stomach will start to hurt and we don't want that. Holler if you need anything.” She ran a hand over your head, and left you alone to relax again.

You sat back again, savoring the feeling of the warm water on your skin. I could get use to this, you thought as you smiled you yourself. You munched on some fresh fruit now and then. Your stomach grumbled, you never realize how hungry you actually were. You reluctantly got out of the tub after you felt the water starting to cool and you were all pruney. You went over to the counter and saw that Sarah arranged items in order so you wouldn't forget a step. You took a rag and some warm water and gently began to remove the face mask. After, you popped on some of your moisturizer. Sarah was right, your skin felt very smooth. Next you applied some lavender body lotion that Sarah must of placed on the counter for you. It smelled just as nice as the bath. Finally, you slipped on your pajamas on. You looked in the mirror and smiled at yourself. You definitely looked and felt better than you did 45 minutes ago. You exited the bathroom.

“No, JJ. You cannot go check on Y/N. She is naked.” Kiara stressed at the blonde boy.

“JJ are you trying to see me naked?” you jokingly asked JJ. Your four friend’s head shot up at your voice.

“I mean, I’m sure it's a beautiful view.” JJ flirted, walking over to you and slinging an arm around your shoulder. He lead you over to Kiara bed, sitting you down. “Here.” he put a tray in you lap that head you McDonalds order. “Eat up.” he patted your head.

“Thanks guys.” You smiled at JJ and John B. You started to dig into your meal then you felt the bed dip behind you.

“Lets fix this rat’s nest.” You heard Kiara’s voice from behind you. She gathered your hair in her hands.

“Its not a rat’s nest.” You mumbled.

“Uh, I don't know. I think I could put a bird in your hair and it’ll think its a home.” John B teased. You rolled your eyes and flipped in off.

“Oh and by the way.” John B started. “Pope says thank you for helping him with his competition. He texted me and said his team won the first round.”

“Tell him I said congrats and It’s not problem.” You smiled, happy the hard work payed off.

“Yea he is bummed he missed out tonight, but this competition helps him with his scholarship.”

“I understand.” you replied.

Kiara started to brush your hair while you ate. She started at the ends of your hair and worked her way up to your scalp. She used a technique similar to Sarah. Gentle, soft strokes in order to not pull your hair. This felt even nicer than having a face mask applied. You were a sucker for someone playing with your hair. The repetitive brushing started to relax you again. You must of closed your eyes at one point because you felt JJ start to snicker.

“I think she likes that.” JJ laughed. You open your eyes and saw JJ taking a snap video of you.

“Really JJ?” you asked, rolling your eyes. “Why are you videoing me?”

“You looked so blissed out and cute, I want to remember this.” He grinned and John B laughed as we watched the video. You sighed and started to munch on your fries. Suddenly aware of how everyone was watching you, the self-consciousness slowly creeping back in.

“Ignore them.” Kiara whispered. She had seemed to have ditched the brush and is now just running her fingers through your hair. “Just relax and eat your food.” And you did. You finished your whole meal while Kiara played with your hair and the Pogues conversed in a causal conversation. JJ took they tray from you once he noticed it was empty. Kiara ended playing with your hair by putting it in a loose braid.

“Alright how about a movie?” Sarah suggested, clasping her hands together.

“Sounds good.” You yawned. “But I might fall asleep.”

“Thats quite alright.” John B said, as he slid some fluffy socks on your feet. “Sorry, they looked cold.” He said sheepishly when you gave him an odd look.

“Its okay.” you reassured. Kiara started to set up the TV, while the rest of the Pogues helped you settle into bed. Sarah fluffed your pillow and tucked the blanket around you, like someone would do for a child. You weren't surprised at this. Sarah was definitely a momma bear out of the friend group. Once she was satisfied you were comfortable, she leaned down and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“Night Y/N.” She gave a loving smile.

“Can’t forget Fluffy.” JJ said placing the stuffed bunny if your arms. You blushed and accepted your childhood plushie. He also gave your forehead a kiss. “Night.”

“Goodnight Y/N/N.” John B said and rubbed your temple quickly before he went and joined Sarah and JJ on the floor. Kiara laid down next to you with the remote in your hand.

“What do you wanna watch?” She asked you.

“Uh. doesn't really matter to me but something Disney? I’ll probably fall asleep soon.”

“Ok.” she smiled and played a random Disney movie. You tried to pay attention but they week’s events finally caught up to you. You felt Kiara start to rub your back softly, which didn’t help your sleepiness. You didn’t last 30 minutes into the movie until your eyelids were permanently closed, not having the strength to keep them open. You were floating in the space between wake and sleep when you hear Kiara’s voice.

“I still feel so bad. I should of noticed earlier.” She whispered to her other friends. She must of thought you were fully asleep.

“Kie, we all should have. This isn't all on you.” John B reasoned.

“I guess, but I yelled at her instead of asking what was wrong. I should of asked.” She replied.

“You didn’t know, and when you did realize you instantly made a plan to make her feel better.” JJ told Kiara.

“Yea Kie. now that I realize it, this is the happiest I’ve seen her in a while. All because of you. Don’t make us do a TLC night on you now.” Sarah lightened the mood. “Can we do this more often though? I like taking care of her and I think she likes it too.” She said, taken in your peaceful face squished into the pillow and your stuffed animal.

“Yea me too.” JJ spoke up, “Since she always takes care of all of us, I guess we never needed to take care of each other to the extent she does. We never realized how much work goes into it and I kinda like it, you get what I’m saying?” He asks his friends.

“Yea I get what you mean. It’s like we always check in on each other but we never had to physically show each other affection. Y/N usually fills in that void for us. Now it’s time we fill in that void for her.” John B insisted.

“I think she still, like.. needs to get use to it though. So I say we keep doing this until she is comfortable enough to ask for help herself.” JJ watched the slow rise and fall of your chest.

“I agree. I think we should make this a weekly thing.” John B suggested. “But once a week might be too overwhelming for her. So how about we focus on caring for each other instead of one person. Unless it’s like tonight were someone needs to get taken care of, you know.”

“I like that idea.” Kiara agreed. “You know I follow this mental health page on instagram and one time I saw a post that said the person that seems the most loving, needs the love the most. Like they never receive it, so they give it. Never noticed how true that was until tonight.” Kiara started to caress your temple. The rest of the Pogues muttered out agreements before deciding to go to bed themselves.

That night, you fell asleep the most content you have been in a while. JJ was right, you definitely were not use to this amount of undivided attention, but you definitely get use to this new weekly ‘TLC’ night.

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forever is the sweetest con | Chip Taylor x Reader

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Summary: Reader's dad is a carpenter; sometimes he takes on apprentices and sometimes, if they're lucky, they get his daughter's number at the end of their training. Chip Taylor, however, hits the jackpot when her father invites him over for one of her homecooked meals.

Warnings: reader's mom passed away, mentions of parental death, strangers to lovers, random acts of kindness, mutual pining, falling in love, steamy make-outs, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, sub!chip, food mentions, praise, love confessions.

word count: 6.2k

a/n: thank you @samuel-de-champagne-problems for requesting a chip fic!! i am in love with him and also yes this plot is something that happened to my parents, however, my mom is still alive and my dad does give my Instagram out to the men who subcontract for him lmao!

Her father was a carpenter, and he often took on apprentices. You see, he had to learn everything on his own to make his way in life and support his family, he was willing to help other men do the same thing. And so every night he would come home from work and talk about whatever idiot he was teaching this week.

“His name is Chip,” her father emphasized the p with confusion, “what is that even short for?”

“It’s short for Charles,” she couldn’t help but laugh, “is he at least more competent than that Mason kid?”

“Much!” He rolled his eyes, “although I did have to teach him how to put crown moulding in today, he’s a quick learner and you can tell he’s just following what they teach at the schools but I know the hacks.”

“I know, Dad,” she smiled. “Is he cute? Single?”

She’s been on dates with most of the guys he’s worked with, mainly because they went to her high school back in the day, but also because her father was trying to play matchmaker. Ever since her mother died, she’s been taking care of him and he just wanted her to have some fun outside of the house. She needed a life in his eyes.

She was content working at the diner and serving people food all day just to come home and take care of her father. He worked hard to make sure they stayed afloat after her mom, the least she could do is make him dinner and a sandwich for lunch the next day.

“He is actually,” he shrugged, “he’s a yes man, you’d probably really like him.”

“Why’s that?” She asked, waiting for whatever snide comment he was going to make to jokingly piss her off.

“Your aunt Lisa only married your uncle Jason because he was a yes man and she could wear the pants, and you’ve always been just like her,” he explained it nicer than she expected.

“Give him my number next time you work with him?” She asks nicely, taking his plate from the table and moving it to the sink.

“Good luck chip,” she hears him mumble under his breath.

It makes her laugh, she loves her relationship with her father and the friendly environment they were able to keep after everything that’s happened to their family. They always laughed together, he was always cracking jokes and even when they were shouting obscenities at each other it came from a place of love, “fuck-head” was a term of endearment in their home.

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He brings Chip home with him without telling her, she’s been home all day cleaning the house; her hair is a mess and she’s all sweaty, and he really is cute. She made enough food for an army so it wasn’t a problem in her father’s eyes, saying “doesn’t she always look beautiful? It’s fine Y/N.”

“Yeah,” Chip agreed with a small smile and a blush that roared red down his neck. "You're very beautiful."

She cleans up a bit before dinner, brushing her hair and changing into a nice sundress. She adds some perfume and shakes the anxiety out of her body, he was just one of her dad’s friends from work. And he happened to be incredibly adorable.

Returning to find them talking about how he fixed their frozen pipes in the winter with a hairdryer. It was the most basic shit to her and yet Chip was fascinated like he’s never heard any of these things before. He’s holding a beer in his hands with a leg crossed as he leans on the sofa and he’s so cute…

He’s in his work jeans and his shirt is all sweaty, and his hair is curled on the ends from all the hard work. His hands are dirty and he smells like sawdust and home. She’s not listening to a single thing they’re talking about, she’s just staring at the way his face moves when he talks and how sweet his laugh is.

He loves dinner, he’s beyond thankful and even more so for dessert. She made homemade banana bread with the bananas they had, they were going to go bad if she didn’t. It wasn’t anything special but he acted like she made his whole day.

He helps bring all the dishes into the kitchen, standing beside her as she fills the sink with water, “do you have a towel? I could help dry.”

“I know where everything is, how about you wash and I dry?” She compromises with a smile, and he’s more than happy to oblige.

She learns a little about him, he’s kind and friendly and he seems to crave the feeling of family that being in her home provides. He doesn’t want to stop washing dishes because then he has to go home, and he doesn’t look like he really wants to do that either.

“Do you need a ride home, Chip?” She asks as he lets the sink water out, “I was thinking about going to get some ice cream if you want to join me?”

“I would love to,” he smiles again, “thank you, Y/N.”

—

She understands everything when she drops him off at his tiny, little, run-down apartment; he’s going to be all alone as soon as he leaves her car and she hates that for him. He was so nice it was hard to believe that he didn’t have a nice partner and a house and kids by now.

“I wouldn’t mind if you came over for dinner after all your shifts with my dad? Just text me before so I make enough dinner?” She offers with butterflies swarming in her stomach.

“You’re too kind to me,” he replies, unable to meet her eyes as she turns to him.

“I just want more time to look at you,” she teases, “you’re really handsome.”

He lights up, “you think so?”

She nods with a small laugh, pushing air through her nose as she leans in more, “and you’re nice and funny, and your voice is cute.”

He’s stunned as his eyes flick back and forth from hers to her lips, his lips are parted as he tries to breathe but fails, he looks like no one has ever told him that before.

“Are you working with my dad tomorrow?” She changes the topic so that he can focus once more.

“I should be,” he replies just soft enough for her to hear.

“Would you like a sandwich for lunch? My dad said often the guys don’t bring that much with them to eat, I wouldn’t mind making you a sandwich too?”

She’s not sure why she feels the need to take him in and care for him but she does. She wants to wrap him up in a hug and make his meals and tuck him in at night. He just has this aura that calls for love and she desperately wants to give it to him.

He leans forward and kisses her, she kisses back instinctively and reaches to hold his face. His cheeks are soft as she runs her thumb along the skin, she pulls back only to press a few more pecks to his lips.

“You're something else,” he whispers against her lips before stealing another kiss.

He’s sweet, he tastes like vanilla ice cream and she just wants more. She kisses him again and again, eventually licking at his bottom lip and desperately whining to make out with him. She hasn’t felt this needy since she was a high schooler, but something in Chip made her feel alive.

She is leaning so far into his space she might as well get into his seat too. She moves to kiss his jaw and down his neck and he’s nothing but hands as he feels all over her back.

“Do you want to come inside?” He whispers, scared but just as desperate as she is.

“I shouldn’t,” she says before continuing her trail of kisses down his neck.

She can’t leave any marks because her father will know, but she also doesn’t care. He’d probably just give him a high five and move on with his day. She wanted to be even closer to him, she wanted to sit in his lap and kiss him for hours just because she could.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he tries to persuade her, “it just might be more comfortable for this?”

“Alright.”

He holds her hand on the walk up to his apartment, she likes how much he already feels like hers. He shows her inside and before the door is even closed she’s connecting their lips once again. He moans into her mouth at the feeling of his back colliding with the door and her hands are immediately roaming his shirt.

He’s such a good kisser, he is gentle and soft, he isn’t overly eager and controlling. He lets her explore and slow it down as she presses in closer to him and his hands wander to her hips. She places one of her thighs between his and grinds herself even closer to him.

He’s hard against her hip and the prospect of sleeping with him is so enticing but she knows she can't, at least not yet. It would be too quick, she wants to just appreciate him like this. Her kisses trail from his lips to his ear and he’s still a whining mess, but he’s completely still as she sets the pace of her grinding. He’s not pushing her to do anything or move this along, he’s just letting her explore everywhere… he’s so different.

“I don’t want to have to do laundry tonight,” he whispers with a smirk, moving his hands down to block her from grinding on his erection anymore.

She just undoes his belt and pushes his jeans to the floor before resuming the same position as before, this time she pulls her dress up and rests the clothed tip of his cock in just the right spot under her.

He’s holding her closer again, his arms wrapping almost all the way around her as his big hands grab handfuls of her skin in a desperate attempt to be closer to her. She keeps kissing his neck, they’re more open-mouthed and breathy than she intends but he just feels so good under her.

No one has ever made her feel this desperate before, something about him made her want to devour him whole. His sounds were delicious, his skin even more so, she couldn’t help herself from nipping and sucking at his neck as he made more beautiful noises.

She was so close and she could tell he wasn’t far behind, “let go, Chip,” she whispers in his ear, “cum with me.”

She grinds down hard one final time and he’s a shaking, moaning mess. It’s the feeling of the wet patch in his underwear and the feeling of him shudder that sends her over the edge, panting into his neck as they hold each other close against the door.

He turns them around, taking her by the waist and manhandling her until she’s the one against the door. His lips are on her neck and it’s like his orgasm has only enticed him to go further, “you’re too good to me.”

“You deserve good things Chip,” she whispers as her hand comes up to grip his hair as he continues to kiss her neck.

“Let me say thank you,” he whispers as he drops to his knees and pushes her dress up as she reaches to pull it up for him.

She spreads her legs as he moves her panties to the side and dives in. Spreading her with two fingers he sucks her clit into his mouth first and she tugs on his hair so tight he moans against her. Sending another shockwave through her body as he built another orgasm up.

He’s so good with his mouth, her legs are quaking as she tries to stay standing against the door. She can feel him everywhere but it’s still not enough, she wants him deep inside of her but she knows it’s way too soon to even be doing this. She has never gone this fast with someone before but she couldn’t stop, he felt too amazing.

“Chip,” she chanted his name, tugging on his hair tighter to get him to moan against her and send her over the edge once again.

She ruts against his tongue, fucking his face as she rides it out and he is more than happy to keep going as long as she wants him to and it feels so good she might just stay there. But the twitches get too intense and the whine she makes lets him know she’s done as he kisses back up her body.

Supporting her against the door, he presses his body against her once more. Taller than her, he tilts her chin up so she can look him in the eyes, his chin and nose are glistening with her cum and somehow he’s still cute.

She kisses him on the lips quickly, “when I can feel my legs again, I need to head home.”

When she leaves, she just sits in her car for a few minutes as she settles even more. Then she heads to the grocery store on the way home to get nice things for his sandwich tomorrow, because any man who can make her cum twice in 10 minutes deserves the best sandwich.

—

Waking up at 6 in the morning to make sandwiches is normally a chore, she sometimes makes them the night before so she doesn’t have to worry and can sleep in, this morning she wants to put all the tender loving care into these lunches. Her dad has noticed, he’s eyeing her down from the living room as he has his morning cereal and she knows he wants to ask.

“I didn’t sleep with him if that’s what you’re wondering.” Her voice is just loud enough for him to shoot her a listening glance.

“Oh, but you’re making him a sandwich?”

“You should see his apartment complex,” her expression drops, “ and after the way he devoured dinner last night, I just knew he hasn’t been taken care of in forever. And he’s so nice?”

He smiles, “your mom did the same thing for me.”

“You’ve never told me the story,” she reminds him.

He gets up and walks over to the kitchen, leaning against the counter so they can look at each other. His expression is soft, he’s an overly kind man and it was the thing she loved most about him.

“Your grandfather and I worked at a company making refrigerators, I was new to the state and had nothing and so he brought me home for dinner,” he smiles at the memory.

“Her parents got divorced soon after and her mom was having trouble with the bills so I moved in and I helped, and every morning your mom woke up and she made me a sandwich as a thank you.”

“Oh,” she smiled at the recollection, they really were having the same little love story. “Well, I’m thinking about making fish for dinner, would you ask Chip if he likes it? I’ve invited him over for dinner after all his shifts with you.”

He laughs in a huff, he’s proud of her— and himself. He finally found a good one for her.

—

She outdoes herself for dinner. The food is amazing, the table is set, and she’s all dolled up for him. Her dad thinks it’s cute and he doesn’t mind being the third wheel, they all talk to each other like he’s been having dinner with them for years.

He helps clean up after dinner and her dad falls asleep watching Jeopardy in the living room like normal. She wraps her arms around his waist and rests her head on his back while he’s still doing the dishes, he’s still all sweat from work but she doesn’t care, she wants to give him a hug.

“What’s this for?” He whispers, placing a wet hand over hers on his stomach.

“Do I need a reason to hug you?” She counters.

“No,” he turns around in her grip so that he can give her a real hug. Wet hands on her back and everything.

She held him there, leaning against him as he leaned against the sink. His heartbeat was quick and he still smelled like sawdust and hard work, but he was warm and soft and it felt so right to just be there.

“Are you working with my dad tomorrow?”

“I will be for the rest of the month,” he confirms her hopes; he was going to be around often.

“Would it be alright if I asked you to stay the night?” She whispers incredibly soft for only him to hear.

He nods against her before taking her hand and leading her outside to the porch. They close the house door softly and then she’s back in his arms, “are you sure?”

She looks up at him and he’s even more beautiful today than he was yesterday, “I can take you back to your place to get some things? It would be nice to send you off to work in the morning.”

“You’ve decided that I’m yours now, haven’t you?” He teased her with a smile, perfectly fine with that.

She nods again, “you could move in tomorrow if you wanted, I’m not sure what’s possessed me to take you in like this, but I really don’t want to let you go.”

He delicately places his hands on her cheeks and pulls her into a kiss, it’s soft and short and he’s quick to look at her again.

“You can have me,” he whispers, “forever, if you want.”

It makes her laugh, “that's the sweetest con you know, you promise yourself to me forever and yet you have no idea if you can stay that long.”

He nods in agreement, “what if I promise my hardest to stay?”

“Okay,” she smiles again, leaning forward and kissing him again, finally.

—

The month is coming to an end and he’s slept beside her almost every single night, and even with that, they’re still taking it slow. They go on dates on the weekends, they make out in her car, he drives her to work, she kisses him at the door every morning he stays with them and they’ve done almost everything but have sex together.

They didn’t feel the need to yet, everything that was leading up to it was fun and interesting. She’s enjoyed sneaking around with him to get each other off back and forth, like an adult game of tag.

She’d blow him in the car on the way back to his apartment after dinner, or he’d come and pick her up after a shift at the diner only for them to end up making out in by the back door, and his hand always ended up in her panties. It was an interesting month of getting to know each other, but she wanted more now.

Her dad is going out of town on a fishing trip with his buddies this weekend, she’s booked time off and Chip has no idea what is in store for him. She plans a dinner, she gets all dressed up for him, there are candles and music and it’s perfect.

He’s amazed by the whole thing and she can really tell he’s been mostly alone for his whole life, he looks at a simple home-cooked meal like it was a million dollars and he was beyond grateful for everything. He almost cries he’s so thankful for the time and effort she puts into taking care of him.

He goes to pick up the plates and bring them to the kitchen as soon as their meal is over, “ah, ah, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Cleaning up for you?” Chip answers with a nervous tone that she hasn’t heard before.

“Don’t you want dessert?”

“I can bring it out for you, stay there,” he offers and then frowns when she stands anyway.

“You’re looking at it,” she whispers as she enters his space.

She takes the dishes from his hands and places them on the counter before wrapping her arms around him, “my dad isn’t going to be home until Sunday night.”

“Oh,” he whispers back before his hands reach for her ass and he’s picking her up.

Her legs wrap around his waist and she grips his shoulders for dear life as he hurries them up the stairs and towards her bedroom.

He’s incredibly strong for such a skinny guy, although he was filling out the longer he knew her. He makes it up the stairs and through her door as she gets a head start at kissing his neck until he has her pressed against the door.

“What’s with you and doors?” She teases as he rests her back on her feet, she draws him in closer to her so their chests are pressed together and she can look up into those sweet honey brown eyes.

“I’m just impatient.”

“Too bad, baby,” she teases, “I’m making you take your time with me tonight.”

“Yes ma’am,” he responded with a smirk, “I’m here to please you,” he whispered as he leaned in more.

Attaching his lips to her neck he kissed towards her ear, “to thank you,” he took a fistful of her hair and moved it out of the way before kissing down towards her shoulder. “To show you how much I appreciate everything you do for me.”

She pushed him back enough to get Chip to stop kissing her neck, instead, pressing her lips against his. Kissing him deeply before running her tongue across Chip’s bottom lip as a request to make out with him.

Making out with Chip was something she did often, yet it felt like not enough every time. His plump lips and velvety soft tongue, soft touches and rough stubble rubbing against her chin and cheeks.

He smelled like oak after a storm, it was warm and electric and delicious. She dipped her face into the curve of Chip’s neck and took a whiff before attacking him with open-mouthed kisses.

He giggled, his hands her hips now, the pads of his fingers going up and his nails trailing back down over the fabric of her dress, the perfect motion to make the hair on her body stand up.

She reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it up, separating from his neck so she had room to pull it off of him before reconnected their mouths. Kissing him deeply then pushing him onto the bed, watching Chip get comfortable before she crawled on top.

They wasted no time getting back into the groove of things, tongues clashing and hips grinding, soft moans in each other's mouths, hands roaming everywhere. She reached between them to undo his belt and the button of his jeans so his dick wasn’t rubbing against the zipper. Making out like that was some of the most fun she ever had, she could do it for hours on end.

She pulled back, kneeling above Chip, she grabbed his open belt and pulled it through all the loops and chucked it towards the floor. She massaged her hand over the bulge in his pants as she got closer to his crotch, watching as Chip threw his head back to moan.

She fiddled with the waistband, wanting to pull them down, Chip lifted his ass up ever so slightly for her to do so, she pulled his pants and boxers all the way off and threw them to the floor as well. Spreading Chip’s legs and taking him in her hand, finally. She dipped down ever so slightly and licked the tip and he let out a beautiful cry as his hips bucked. She loved his noises, she loved seeing what new ones she could make and he was more than willing to show her.

Chip gasped and reached out to grip her hair, she took that as an invitation to suck his dick, she wrapped her mouth around the tip, slipping her way down as far as she could go before bobbing back up. It was slow and sensual, she made sure to cover all of him; jerking what didn’t fit in her mouth, dipping down even further to kiss his balls and suck one into her mouth.

The people she’s been with before had never been reactive, they either gave her praise or roughly directed her deeper and deeper till she choked. Chip was different though, making soft noises that sounded like ‘yes’ and ‘god’, his little gasps and stutters of breath were the cutest things. It just encouraged her to do it more.

She pulled off, looking up at Chip who was just staring at her softly. If she knew anything about giving a blowjob she knew what her face probably looked like.. eyes blown out in passion and lips swollen bright red. It was a sight he loved to see, his hand slipped down to cup her cheek and then down to his chin where he used his thumb to brush her bottom lip.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

She crawled back up and sat on his hips, taking the hem of her dress in her hands and pulling it over her head. She was wearing a nice matching underwear set for him, nothing too fancy because she knew it would just end up on the floor anyway.

She leaned back down, attaching their mouths once again, he wrapped his arms around her back and slowly rolled them over safely. Now on top of her, looking up into Chip’s eyes was a blessing. He blinked a few times, making sure it was real and he wasn’t dreaming that the most beautiful girl in the world was looking at him like that.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked gently with pleading eyes that let her know he was desperate to touch her however she pleased.

“Make me yours, Chip.”

“I think you always have been,” he replied.

His beautiful sweaty curls drooping over his eyes, she smiled as she brushed them back. Petting his face softly as she looked at him, he was so beautiful. The light was bouncing off the wall just enough to illuminate him.

“How do you want to do it?” She whispered.

“Let’s just go where the rhythm takes us,” Chip’s voice dropped low as he did, pressing their chests together, close enough to kiss as he rubbed their noses together softly.

She kissed him, wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him in more. He squeezed his arms between her back and the mattress, wrapping himself around her. he decided to reach into her panties with his free hand.

He took a moment to admire her chest, she had caught him staring before. He constantly used them as a pillow, he wanted to touch them so badly, so she leaned forward and let him unhook her bra. Pulling it from her body and towards the floor.

She could sense his hesitation, taking both his hands off her sides and guiding them to her breasts. He whimpered as he felt them, she closed her eyes at the feeling. A small moan escaping her lips as he groped her. His big hands felt amazing, so strong and gentle, rough and yet soothing. Perfection against her skin.

She leaned back against the bed then, leaving him sitting up on her hips. Her boobs flattening out into a funny shape as she laid back, making her smirk in embarrassment. Only making Chip love them more, diving in and kissing the newly exposed skin.

He dragged his bottom lip over her skin between kisses. Leaving a trail of where he’s been already. She had a hand in his hair, holding it out of his face as she watched him.

Panting as she tried to grind up against him, the arousal in her core was overpowering. She needed to feel more, she wanted all of him. She was addicted to him already, hoping she’ll have forever with him.

She was too hot, feeling the sweat gather behind her knees as she tried to find more friction against him. She didn’t mind all the exploring he was doing, it was a wonderful appetizer, but she was nowhere close to being full.

He pulled back then to sit on his knees between her legs before Chip slowly slipped her underwear off. Raising her hips softly before resting her ass back in his lap and spreading her legs.

Fully on display for him, she played with her nipples slightly. Knowing how much he loved her boobs, watching her with a slack jaw as his hands ran up her legs.

He snapped back into the moment when she pushed her ass down against him, a whimper slipping past his lips as he placed his thumb on her clit, rubbing gentle circles into the bundle of nerves.

With his pointer finger, on the other hand, he traced around her entrance, not pushing in, just exploring the wetness as it dripped out. She tightened up on command, seeing his breath hitch as his finger almost slipped in.

“Please?” She begged, arching her back more so that he could finger her.

“Can we try something?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, resting on her forearms as she leaned forward.

“If I lay back would you, um,” he couldn’t say the words. They felt too filthy leaving his mouth, pointing at his face instead.

She sat up then, pushing him back against the pillows and settling herself over his chest and gripping the headboard for support, Chip wrapped his arms around her hips and guided her forward more.

Her legs were already trembling in anticipation as she hovered over his face, feeling his breath right on her core, Without warning, he sucked her clit into his mouth.

“Fuck,” she gasped as she smacked her forehead against the blocked window behind her bed, hoping to god no one could see through the blinds.

He pushed one finger in as his tongue played with her clit. She couldn’t help rocking her hips against his face, helping him get deeper inside of her. He curled his finger, lightly fucking her with it as he sucked, licked, kissed her pussy.

She was a mess, shaking over top of him as she tried to keep her orgasm in. Not wanting to cum yet, wanting to feel all of him inside of her before she did that. So he added a second finger, making her cry out in pleasure against the window without even trying.

Her orgasm ripped through her as she fucked his face, holding his hair with one hand as the other steadied her on the headboard. She couldn’t believe how intense it was, almost knocking the wind out of her as she road it out on his tongue.

He smiled against her, kissing her clit once more before pulling out and helping her back towards his lap. She wasted no time hovering over his cock as it strained on his stomach.

“Do you want to?” She asked, trying to control her breathing but still looking like a panting mess as she anticipated him.

“I’ll always want you,” he assures her with the sweetest smile.

She wraps her arms around him and rolls them over once more, he adjusts between her legs and drags himself along her overstimulated clit, she shudders at the feeling and then laughs at her own reaction.

“Ready?” He whispered.

She nodded, feeling Chip push in, she reached for his hands where they rested on her hips and interlocked their fingers. He bottomed out and dropped to hover over her, bringing their interlocked hands over her head.

She reached up to kiss him, Chip pushing into the kiss and making her settle into the pillow once again. It honestly felt like a movie scene, a first time between two star-crossed lovers. He pulled out ever so slightly before thrusting in again, she gasped against his mouth.

Chip trusted more while she pushed her hips into it as well, an offbeat rhythm developed in pure ecstasy. She let go of Chip’s hands to snake them around his waist, to run her fingers over the soft and slightly chilled skin of his back. Feeling the bump of his spine as Chip ducked into the crook of her neck, placing kisses along her collarbone.

Chip changed the position of his thrust as he wrapped his arms under her, arching her back ever so slightly to reach the bundle of nerves that left her a quivering mess. Y/N, in response to the added pleasure, ran her sharp nails down Chip’s back and he groaned at the feeling, “do that again.” he requested.

“Like that?” She asked, dragging his nails down him once more.

“Yeah,” Chip moaned, dark and deep.

The feeling of pure bliss overtook her body with each thrust, warm chills ran through him with each brush of his thumb on her clit. Every kiss to her neck and squeeze around her waist made her feel like she was on fire.

The hairs on her arms stood up, goosebumps formed along his forearms. Chip kissed from her neck to her nipple and took the hard nib into his mouth causing her to moan like she never had before.

“Chip,” she panted, pulling Chip’s face back up to his.

His eyes were absolutely blown out in pleasure, those golden wonders he used to stare into were now replaced solely by the pupils. She ran her thumb across Chip’s cheek before reaching to the nape of his neck to pull him into another kiss. Open mouths pressing together, hot air on each other's faces as they panted to the pleasure.

She was in heaven.

Her orgasm bubbled in her stomach, “are you close?” Chip whispered right beside her mouth, kissing her cheek lightly after.

She hummed, unable to speak with the mass amount of pleasure coursing through her body. Chip fucked into her a bit harder, a tiny bit faster, hitting her g-spot dead on each time to the point the nerves in her thighs were quaking uncontrollably.

She was so close, Chip used 3 fingers to quickly rub over her clit before she threw her head back with a shout. Cumming with her eyes pressed shut, pleasure coursed through her body stronger than she’s ever felt it before.

Nothing had ever made her cum that hard, ripping through her like her soul was leaving her body. She dug her nails deep into Chip’s skin holding him close to his body while he kept thrusting.

A high-pitched gasp left his lips, close to her ear as his hips sputtered into her’s one last time.

She still hadn’t opened her eyes, her breath rigid, she felt winded. Chip had stilled as he came inside of her and then collapsed into her, deadweight laying on her.

Chip mustered enough energy to prop himself upon his arm and look at her. Using his free hand he ran his thumb against her bottom lip once more to get her to open her eyes.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi,” she replied with a smile.

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded, smile growing, “that was amazing.”

“Better than you hoped?”

“I’ve thought of doing this for the last month, I knew it would be amazing but I never imagined it would be that good.” she complimented Chip, “I think I died when I came, no joke.”

He laughed, dropping himself back into the crook of her neck. He kissed her more, up to her ear and across her jaw to her lips. Soft small kissed followed by a long-drawn-out one. Chip pulled their lips apart with a smack.

“Let me clean us up,” he said.

At that moment she realized Chip was still in her, soft and all. He pulled out slowly it was always such a weird feeling to be empty again. He sat up and made his way off the bed, he went to her bathroom.

Coming back still naked, his dick bobbing between his legs, she loved the view. He had a thing of baby wipes with him, knowing exactly where she kept everything in her bathroom by now.

“I can do it,” she suggested, reaching for them.

Chip pulled them back away from her, “I want to.” he said softly.

Running the cold wipe over her soft skin, Chip looked mesmerized. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” she replied with a shy smile, “can you come back up here now?”

He tossed the wipes onto her night table and cuddled right back into her naked body, she held onto him tightly so he wouldn’t escape. She knew he wouldn’t, but she loved him so much she never wanted to let go.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered into her neck. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same yet.”

“Are you kidding?” She laughed, pulling back so she could see his face as he looked up at her. “I think I’ve been in love with you since you walked in and said I was beautiful.”

He reaches for her cheeks and pulls her in for another kiss, “I’m going to love you forever.”

The words used to scare her, but now she looks at him and thinks they might be right for them.

“Forever it is, then.”

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May I offer a prompt of how the turtles would be with a mom friendTM? you know the type I mean? like.... I think they might benefit from that kind of friend in the group lol (also I love your stories, your such a cool writer keep up the awesome work!)

Rottmnt headcanon: mom friend TM

And thanks so much!

Mom friends are severely underrated XD

——

-Okay these boys need a mom friend badly

-but that’s where you come in!

-as the mom friend you keep them safe in many ways

Donnie💜

-starting with this guy, he never really wanted a mom friend

-when April first brought you over he was cold

-didn’t even bother talking to you

-you were determined to befriend him, even though he left whenever you tried to talk to him

-you became comfortable with the turtles quickly and the others accepted your mom friend nature

-not Donnie though

-he didn’t hate you, sure, but you were too much

-you were too overbearing and too nervous for his safety!

-you’d make him wear a helmet when he used his jet pack

-you made him put on SUNSCREEN whenever he went outside

-you told him to be careful when rewiring a project even!

-it’s like you wanted to ruin his bad boy image

-he hated it and wanted you to stop being so smothering

-…

-…until he realized that attention and moral support comes with the smothering

-the moment he realizes that he’s all for it

-he’s no longer hiding his inventions from you so you won’t bug him, but he’s seeking you out for your advice and praise

“Hey so I made this and… I don’t know…”

“Wow you built that? It’s awesome!”

“Really? I mean, I know, I just wanted to show you that it was.”

-praise ain’t something this boy has

-have you SEEN how his brothers react to his ideas?

-he needs this

-with praise comes affection

-I’m talking homemade snacks and questions that his brothers never ask

-you’re there if he needs a cup of coffee or if he hasn’t eaten in a while or taken a nap

-“don, it’s been two days since you slept go to bed.”

-“*hissssss*”

-“I’ll make a cup of coffee for you after...?”

-“*hisses but less intense*”

-you may be good at making snacks and everything

-very good in facts

-but the questions are probably his favorite part

“Woah what’s that supposed to do?”

“Well it’s a device that’s meant to fix all the broken McDonald’s ice cream machines.”

“That’s amazing! What did you use to build it? How does it work?”

-you’re actually trying to learn about his work!

-you’re trying to learn about him!

-he loves it

-and he loves that you’re careful to

-it’s a nice change from his brothers

-you’re someone he can depend on

-doesn’t matter if it’s missions or just being a good friend

-and I mean it when I say depend

-you’re there when he needs help rewiring something or just to simply talk about his dumb dumb brothers

-honestly April isn’t even mad that Donnie stole one of her best friends

-she knows he needs this

-Donnie fully learned to trust you after the purple dragons mishap

-you told him they were untrustworthy but his heart was dead set on that satin jacket

-when he came back to the lair, late at night, with no satin jacket and a handful of his missing tech, he found you raising an eyebrow at him from where you had sat to wait for him

-he knew from then on to trust you and your opinions, even though his often got in the way

-you can often be found sitting on Donnies bed while he works, offering your company and comments

-Normally no one else is allowed in while he works but that’s just because they don’t have anything positive to provide

Raph❤️

-Raph IS the mom friend

-your mom friend energy and his mom friend energy just work together so well together

-I’m talking planning missions together, figuring new ways to trick his brothers into being responsible, cleaning the dishes, and even making snacks together

-“so the mission is tomorrow right?”

-“yep! Should we bring apples with peanut butter or pretzels with hummus?”

-“well Donnie doesn’t like peanut butter, but Mikey does, so both?”

-“awesome! And you’ve got the water covered?”

-“dude I even have caprisuns packed so we’re ready!”

-the others find it to be too much with the two of you but Raph really appreciates the help

-especially during the pizza puff episode

-oh that part nearly set you on fire with worry

-Raph had never seen you that worked up

-you had a fan for Leo, a bowl for Mikey, and a bag of fruit snacks for Donnie

-Raph has to activate his supreme mom friend energy to get you to stop hovering over them

-that meant literally dragging you away from them so they could figure things out on their own

-he’s seen you be a mom friend to them all the time

-but never once for him

-you two were like... co mom friends working together to stop the younger irresponsible three

-until Raph got separated in the sewer

-oh man you were torn with worry

-you nearly destoryed the place looking for him

-and finding him all savage like that... ack that was enough to practically shatter your heart in two

-once he stopped trying to barbecue villains and destroy his brothers you took him to the lair and helped him calm down

-you even turned on a movie for the two of you so he could relax

-it was nice to have your best friend and partner in stopping crime back

-Raph of course was embarrassed because it’s HIS job to help everyone, not the other way around

-after much assurance you had him convinced that you didn’t mind

-he was grateful to have you and your help

-he just wished you didn’t worry quite so much

Leo 💙:

-this boy is soaking it all up from the start

-someone to compliment him?

-someone to help him out?

-someone to admire his achievements?

-oh he’s all for it

-he’s showing off skateboard stunts, he’s doing flips, and he’s randomly pulling you to him and creating a portal

-usually you end up somewhere sketchy but sometimes it works out

-you always have to be ready though

-one minute you’re walking to the projector room and the next you’re in New Jersey with a sheepish looking red slider

-his only problem is now he has to be more careful with skateboard tricks

-he’s fine with a helmet but when it comes to you hovering next to him while he’s going down the skate ramp...

-eh he’s not so fond of that

-praise?

-sure

-home made gifts and cards?

-always appreciated

-but you constantly trying to protect him from things he knew how to do?

-no

-just no

-now he only feels like he can skate if you’re not there or if he goes to a skate park without telling you

-you figure out quickly and still worry that he’ll mess up a flip

-doesn’t matter if you’re watching or not

-you’re the mom friend

-your job is to worry

-you promised that you’d stop worrying about him if he can back

-you didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable in his own home!

-he agreed and you did your best to keep your promise

-...

-until he actually messed up a flip

-you don’t know WHAT he landed on but it must have been sharp because there was a LOT of blood

-maybe you thought there was a lot because you were so worried but still

-you hadn’t even been in the room but you heard his shout (and crash) and you came running

-oh he was lucky you carried gauze and everything in your bag because other wise they’d have to go buy some

-you chewed him out while patching him up, much to his displeasure

-you’re both sweet and sour about it

-“I’m fine! Look, nothing’s broken!”

-“I TOLD you that you could get hurt! I TOLD you it wasn’t safe! Why did you not listen- I’m sorry does that hurt? I’m sorry!”

-“yeah it does hurt-.”

-“than you should have listened to me!!”

-for a while he’s bitter that you were just waiting for him to mess up

-clearly you thought he was just a big clutz to you

-but after a while of him avoiding you and pouting you brought it up again

-“I’m not just waiting for you to fail you know. I just want you to be okay.”

-“that’s not what it feels like! You clearly don’t trust me!”

-“life happens, Leo! Doesn’t matter how skilled you are! You’re an amazing skater but sometimes mistakes are made!”

-ha that changed his tune quickly

-“you think I’m an amazing and skilled skater?

-you just rolled your eyes and left, not saying anything about his comment

-didn’t matter

-this boy is all smiles for the rest of the day

Mikey🧡:

-he was on board from the very start

-he’s got cuddles, piggy back rides, and his own art fan/critic

-lots of baking and cooking together

-maybe even drawing if he’s lucky

-only problem?

-you don’t trust him to go out on his own

-even if it’s just to grab a video game from the store or pick up pizza

-“I’m just going down the block!”

-“what if someone sees you?”

-“I’ll be careful!”

-“just let me go with you.”

-“no! I can do this on my own!”

-you’re always offering to give him a ride or tag along just because you don’t want anything to happen to him

-that means, of course, sneaking out

-not for a long time, just enough to get some air

-but that also means you’re staying up late waiting for him to come back

-he’s your buddy!

-you can’t let anything happen to him!

-he didn’t know about it until he found you cashed out on the couch with the lamp still on

-normally you gave him an excuse about why you were still up, such as a late night snack or a movie

-but your phone and the tv were both off

-he decided to think nothing of it until he noticed that you were grumpier in the mornings

-he didn’t want his actions to affect you so he started coming back earlier

-even texting you and telling you he was fine

-you two talked and set up a deal

-he could go out by himself and you wouldn’t stay up late waiting for him as long as you had his location on your phone

-it was easier for both you from then on

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