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freeworldallahmbaclass · 2 years ago

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My page is drama free and it is for all communities and people that need that help I want to apologize to any people that I have disrespected if I ever did sorry to the Muslims and Muslims community worldwide I respect you peaceful religion like the human decency it make men out of crazy people like me and the trading and getting along with all humans from all backgrounds is the right way I said thank you for everything and I apologize to the social media family people on social media disregard the lies that was spread through me for the last 10 years it's okay all my friends and family is doing okay and great in their career very great in their career go check their stuff out good music art and businesses and yeah shout out to the homies the bloods From Blue Ivy and Beyonce they always been some friends of mines we had our fights but now we are okay so shout out to them in honor of Beyonce and Blue Ivy their daughter sending me a shout out and the heart sign on stage in Paris ❤️ from Paris with love to me and in honor of my niece Erin Henry birthday you see her give her a hug and Happy Birthday to her from Jay Z and Beyonce and their daughter Blue Ivy thank you happy birthday to her right now she is safe and I promise I will keep this page with the integrity of helping only for the suffering and depressed communities across the world and drama free I wish everybody good luck in their career .

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Congratulations to me with tears in my eyes on Jay Z selecting me in the draft see Joe Montana Joe Cool documentary number 16 my number and Beyonce confirming it they finally got her to do that for me thank you so much B love Allen London Chico and all my names thank you so much and you won't forget it for giving me a chance in life thank you so much how much people can say that they got Beyonce and Jay Z a chance to record music and perform music and then to be where I'm at I'm blessed truly God is good thank you so much and I love Joel Osteen my favorite preacher in honor of this news I'm going to be on my best behavior and you won't regret it for giving me another chance on life thank you Jay Z and Beyonce and shout out to Houston I know Vaughn and Lenny is jealous now I could buy 100 Silver Jaguars your car aight too no lie the traffic we rode through smooth we went to 7 Eleven the store and got some snacks we all had a good time it was something like Vaughn didn't have his truck the green truck or something like that and Lenny said I will drive him back all the way back to Baytown Texas so we got in the car on that road trip it was fun I miss Texas those my boys shout out to Baytown and Houston Texas my fam out there my family still out there I'm going out there soon I promise myself that like next year .

Until that comeback I was just a rumor shout out to Cardi B what's up with your next album I can't wait for it I know it's going to be the best album of the year I love your music and your style and wish you the best of luck officially out of your way and yeah thanks for the book 📚 I see you helped me with that Donald Trump book that was deep because I know my self worth now and how much work I got left to do on myself now , thanks and good luck .

The Royalty and family my years as a young king 👑 album

Royalty and family my years as a young king album ( Is the diamonds is my mood forever video Jay Z and Beyonce theme and conceptual album / mixtape ) it is like the court of royalty me being a king and sitting on a throne and listening to the grievances of the people , Jay Z and Beyonce is the King and Queen that gave me the Co sign and the new chance in life to get it together and I'm taking it and running with it , self executive produced and I'm the lead actor in the lead role as shorty from the Diamonds is my mood forever video I'm clean shining and sparkling doing the damn thing as a king 👑 in my city 🏙️ New York City and internationally I'm black royalty according to the album and animated series related to Jay Z and Beyonce this is a great album I want it to be cinematic and entertaining with alot of big songs and sounds is on there it is Watch the throne and unfinished business and best of both worlds all rapped into that Royalty and family album it's a keeper I like the concept of it the idea is hot and I love the leading role yeah I'm doing it I feel great about it and have only happy thoughts about the project wish me luck .

I'm that one in a million that wins his second chance at life and second stage a true American idol story they cry when presented with their gift of that chance on stage I said thank you to Jay Z and Beyonce they took me on for his roc nation record label and Tidal music streaming service a digital service provider I will get out to it when I get to it I just want my critics off of me they are ungrateful and evil and I said yeah to Jay Z and Beyonce no lie I parted ways with people from Harlem parted ways with Vado his music hot though I love it go check that out but we moved on from each other from family and friends they could move on from me and let's go our own and enjoy our own careers I'm from Brooklyn but I don't know nobody out here no more or the Bronx and Queens I just wanted other people that work for other teams to back off of me and stop hating on me I mean everything got my name on it and is named after me in my image and likeness and I sign the common person money on their check for them and won New York City politically by building it and helping see my list of New York City accomplishments and all my other accomplishments on my other lists and yeah I retire from social media this is my last post I know I'm good and no thank you to my enemies attaching themselves to me and being able to get my services then try to throw dirt on my name and work to sabotage me they can stop following me anywhere I go and harassing me and stop heckling me and go away I thank it has been a pleasure helping the people of New York and the world music and business is next for me and I'm taking my time getting to it ain't no rush plus I get my life back from people that always hated me and I get to love myself and write and think for myself . I had to cancel working in teams and go it alone I said no to public controlling me they set you up all the time then try to get their favorites to set it off on me because I'm a star ⭐ so I'm letting Beyonce know that I ain't working with nobody from my past in Harlem New York City and no I didn't ask anybody in Brooklyn help or any other borough help I help them though I help this community but I don't want people attaching themselves to me telling me what to do or sabotage me and no to the media all channels of you guys they are racist if it wasn't for West Indians I would be dead I'm lucky they work where In at so no to the programs that isn't Jay Z and Beyonce program I know it because I'm the one they talking too and living it out so I will teach and train myself no disrespect to any one I'm good .

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smthliminal · 2 months ago

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Out of all the sports Theodore Grimm could've have chosen it had to be some cosmic joke that since her son had started moving about on wobbly legs that hockey would be his sport. Thanks to his doting and attentive Uncle Sasha he knew his way around a baseball diamond as well, it still did nothing for what was innate, and Teddy's first love still involved a puck and the ice. There was a natural inclination, some would call that karma, as though he were predisposed and hockey was in his genetics. Which, unbeknownst to anyone but Nicola and her immediate family, it was.

The move three years prior from California to Michigan had forced Teddy to essentially start all over in the youth hockey leagues. He'd not only built himself up and was something of a star, he now had to make a name for himself all over again. Somehow Nicola's life had taken her from hockey wife to hockey mom and without the hockey husband. Life was strange. It was doable and their existence was happy, though. Not only were she and Teddy close to mom and Sash, as mom had said, Woodside seemed to be a winter sports capital.

Life was actually going as great as it could be given all that Nicola had weathered, and when after practice Teddy had rushed to her to excitedly tell her that his famous coach wanted to chat with her that had to have meant something good. Right? No. Wrong, it was wrong. Well, it was good, what the coach had to say, but the coach was wrong. Way wrong. Immediately as Nicola had turned when her son had enthusiastically alerted that the coach was coming to them she felt sick to her stomach. There was no possible way. This couldn't be happening!

A hammering heart put a light sheen of sweat on Nicola's hairline and she kept trying to swallow down the panic and bile simultaneously crawling up her throat the nearer Henry, her ex-husband, came to them. She had to have looked as white as a sheet and Nicola immediately began fidgeting. When she came nervous she never knew what to do with her hands. Blood whooshed in her ear, her high pulse made her lightheaded. 'Your son —' Nope, she was absolutely going to lose it. Then the ringing had started in her ears and Nicola couldn't make out what this man from more than a decade ago was saying to her. Like speaking under water.

Teddy spoke up, said something encouraging, or so she thought. Wait — a travel team? Nicola rubbed at her cheek and kept shifting her weight. Had her son just introduced her to her ex-husband and his own father? "Yeah, umm," Teddy was pushing for her to respond, she glanced at him, a plea in her sad eyes that he'd never understand, "he was, I mean —" Had Henry put it together? With Teddy's age and could he see how much he took after him? "We traveled —"

Was the room beginning to spin? Everything was fuzzy, out of focus. The ringing was so debilitating. Then the lurch. Oh no. Please, fucking hell, no! "Oh my god," Nicola blurted, hand flew to her mouth, "I'm gunna be sick." She practically sprinted away for the restrooms, which were further than needed at a time like this, but she'd made it to a toilet after slamming through the door and yelling to get out of her way.

— nicola grimm ; adventure sports park.

He just couldn't stay off the ice. It wasn't the same as playing for a crowd of tens of thousands, but he'd found joy in coaching the younger league that wanted to grow up and do that themselves. There were a couple of stand outs, but the new kid in the group was without a doubt playing well above his age. Twelve and he already stood taller than a good part of the coaching staff. He was smooth on the ice and he played like it was in his blood. It was unlike anything the retired hockey player had ever seen and for the first time, he finally understood the hope his father had felt all those years ago. Except this kid wasn't his to guide and push towards success.

Still, that didn't mean that someone else wouldn't take an interest in doing it. So, when practice wrapped up, he made a point to hang around, waiting for Teddy's parent to show up. Henry had already traded out his blades for his worn boots when he spotted a much shorter brunette talking with the boy. In an instant, long legs were carrying him over to brag about the boy's talents, but every word of praise evaded him as the woman turned, bringing a thousand memories with her.

Nic. Teddy... Theodore? The bar owner choked down a decade worth of emotions and forced a a half hearted smile to his mouth, only catching part of the boy's excited rambling about having a retired Red Wing as a hockey coach. "Your son is one hell of a player," he finally managed to mutter, unable to speak the nickname they'd lazily tossed around years ago. It was only then that he recognized the similarities — the towering height, the dark hair, the talent on ice.

It couldn't be though. She would've told him, right? Would've reached out and gave him the change to fix what he'd broken? Then again, he hadn't deserved it. "I was thinking... he'd be a good fit for the travel team. It's competitive and it never hurts to get his name out there early." He was speaking on a script now, unable to form a single thought outside of their past. She was there. He was there. And now there was Teddy, a twelve year old boy who reminded him way too much of himself at that age.

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#⸻ ✧ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ⟨ henry monroe ⟩#panic attack tw

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littlefreya · 3 years ago

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Reader decides to wear THAT dress 💃💃💃 how do all the characters react?

Characters: Henry, August, Syverson, Walter and Sherlock

Warning: rpf, 18+, exhibition kink, dirty language, fluff, slight age gap mentioned, slight dark themes (dark non-con thoughts for Sherlock)

N/A: Not beta’d, all mistakes are mine.

THAT dress 💃

Henry.

It was one of the most important nights of his life.

The vast golden hall was swarming with people, the flickering cameras lights looked like diamond sparkling in the sky. Yet all he could think of, all he wanted to do right now was fling you over his sturdy shoulder and fuck you to death.

The fact that you behaved so oblivious, did nothing to deter his animalistic urges.

“You just had to wear that dress, didn’t you?”

You shivered are the low baritone and the sensation of his knuckle gliding down your spine.

“I…” you breath shuddered. Giving no mind to the many eyes upon you, Henry slid his hand through the split in your dress. Warm and smooth, his fingers glided up your thighs, finding the path to the apex of your legs.

“Fuck, baby, I can feel your heat,” he hummed and crept so close his hardening groin rubbed right against your ass.

Slowly, almost seamlessly, he grounded against you, little groans of pleasure sputtering from his mouth. A pool of molten fire gathered at your panties and your little slit began to twitch for him.

“Henry… everyone is watching!” You whispered urgently.

Leaning in, he stole a kiss from your nape and with his lips pressed to your ear he grinned.

“Then let’s give them the best show.”

August.

“Agent Walker. Walker? Hey, Walker!”

“Agent… uh…” August’s mouth remained agape, amazement clear in his cobalt gaze as he scanned you up and down with not a sliver of shame or self restraint.

“You really don’t remember my fucking name?!” A frown split your brow. “Classic…”

“Simmer down, kitten.” The bewhiskered man raised a hand in the air, gesturing you to relax, which naturally only made you fume.

“Did the agency send that dress? Or did you pick it yourself?”

“They picked it,” you answered with agitation, “why?” You paused and checked yourself from side to side, feeling a flush of insecurity, “is something wrong with it?”

August brushed two fingers over his moustache and then offered a devious smirk “yeah, there is something wrong with it.”

“What is it?”

“I’d like to see you without it.”

Syverson

Captain. Logan. Syverson.

The sexual awakening of every girl and boy in highschool... and possibly, the teachers too.

There he was, after all these years; muscles woven tightly over flesh and bone as he leaned against the door frame with a bottle of beer hanging between his finger and his thumb. He appeared bigger than you remembered, the tender peach fuzz that once decorated his chin was now a nestle of thick coarse hair and on his tanned skin he wore a collection of sharp scars, yet despite it all, he was still the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

“May I help you?”

He didn’t recognise you, but then again how could he? You were the annoying little friend of his baby sister, that same awkward teen who lurked about their house every day after school. Deep down inside you knew he never acknowledged your existence, and still you dreamt of that day when you would be the beautiful adult woman he would fancy, like all the girlfriends he always kept around.

Sadly, that day never came and being the grunt that he was, Sy decided to enlist and disappeared from your life for good.

Until today.

“You alright there, darlin’?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You faked a smile and pretended as if you two never met before. “I’m here to see Shelly.”

Syverson took a long sip from his beer, his lake-blue eyes glistening as they slowly drank the sight of you, giving no care to how obvious it was that he was observing and scoring you from head to toe.

You followed his sight and immediately felt ridiculous. It was that dress, that tight-as-fuck, complimenting dress that somehow made you look naked while wearing clothes. Feeling vulnerable you hugged your belly and gave him a sardonic grin.

Of course you wanted Syverson to check you out, but the fact that he still couldn’t recognise you only made you hate him for all the years he ignored your existence.

“Shelly’s not home, she went out with that guy,” he finally answered, his eyes returning to glance at your face after a through inspection.

“Went out with a guy? She told me to meet her at 8 so we can go out!” You called out surprised and then checked your phone only to make sure you understood her text correctly.

Syverson shrugged and shook his head, “wouldn’t be the first time my sister did that, sorry.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, muttering something into your palm while turning in your spot. Whatever fantasy you had about meeting Syverson again as a “sexy adult” that was not it. After what felt like a rush of panic, you finally turned back to face him. His gaze slowly crawled from your ass to your face, gracing you with another smirk.

“I’m sorry, my sister is kind of a bitch,” he tried to comfort you.

“Yeah, you bet...” you mumbled and dropped your gaze to the ground. You opened your mouth to apologise and bid him farewell but Sy beat you to it.

“I have an idea.”

You lifted your eyes to meet his face. The large man now had one arms stretched over the door frame, his large bicep pumped as he flexed his muscle. You could sense the scent of his musk, earthy and fresh.

“You already have a fancy dress, and I am free, so how ‘bout we get back at Shelly and I’ll take you out for a drink.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of these words and the bare parts of your skin crawled with shiver, yet years of anger simmered in your blood. Frowning you crossed your arms together and shook your head.

“You have no idea who I am, do you?”

Before Syverson could answer, you turned away but just as your heels made two steps forward you heard him calling by your name.

“Don’t be funny, darlin’, you’ve been on my mind for the last 15 years.”

Walter

Public disturbance, vandalism, resisting arrest.

This night couldn’t get any better.

There you were, cuffs caging your wrists to the investigation desk as if you were some murder suspect, all because you had a wee bit too much to drink and decided to pay a visit to your asshole ex.

“Fuck sake, it’s cold in here...” you muttered under your breath, peering down on the goosebumps decorating your beg legs. You just had to get yourself arrested while wearing that dress. The officers at the station probably thought you are a prostitute.

“Fucking A…” you cursed again, just in time for the door to spring open.

Frowning, you threw your head over your shoulder to look at the person who barged into the room. For the last hour and a half you imagined how you would tell them to go to hell for treating you this way but the moment your eyes locked on his all the words in your head went astray.

To say that the huge sweater-wearing Viking that stood before you was a god would be an understatement.

Fuck, were you gawking?

“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” he said without any real remorse in his deep baritone, and but of course, he had to have a British accent as all handsome men do.

‘Jesus, did I hit my head and woke up in some trashy fanfiction?’ You wondered.

The detective let out a deep sigh and moved to the other side of the table and took his seat. His face were colder than the room but his pale cerulean gaze crept down the sight of your body, lingering on the tight dress and specifically on how it rode up your thighs.

Swallowing the sudden dryness in your throat, you sought for courage and then twisted your wrists. “Is this necessary, officer?”

“Detective,” he correct, “and I don’t know, you tell me, ma’am. Officer Grant’s uniforms are now covered in pink thanks to your little... outburst.”

Maybe it was the remnants of alcohol in your blood, but briefly remembering what happened earlier you couldn’t help but snort. The detective in front of you did not share you amusement, however, tilting his head he gave you a stern frown which immediately killed your smile.

“Assaulting a law enforcement man is a serious offence,” he warned.

“I’m terribly sorry,” you cleared your throat, “I realise now I was out of control.”

“You broke into Mr. Carter’s garage and painted his car pink, including the windshield and resisted arrest.”

The urge to smile burnt in you once more, but it took one stare from the brooding detective to deter you. Instead you chewed your bottom lip and nodded. “I understand my actions... I’m sorry. I’ll pay for whatever the damage is, but please can I go home?”

The detective sighed again, his frigid expression giving no hint to whatever thoughts ran through his troubled mind but then his eyes betrayed him and fell to your body once again. A dark flame blazed within them and his adam apple bobbed up and down his thick throat.

“Lucky you, your ex-boyfriend is not pressing charges,” he retorted, “and I hate to have you in a cell wearing that...” he paused and frowned, as if angry with himself. “I’m letting you go but you better be a good girl from now on.”

‘Yes, daddy.’

The detective rummaged for something in his jeans’ pocket and then reached for your cuffs. You couldn’t help but flinch at the warmth of his touch the moment his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

Your eyes met in tensed silence. By god, you wanted him.

“Thank you,” you answered softly as he released your hands.

The man grunted in response, his fingers toying with the chain of the cuffs while he glanced at you, though his expression was unreadable, you couldn’t argue the sense of unease that surfaced the small chamber and even though you wanted nothing but to be home, you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed that you were now free to go.

“Will it be weird if I’ll leave you my number?”

“We already have it,” he answered absentmindedly but then quickly realised his err, “Oh. That would be unprofessional of me, I am sorry.”

You nodded with agreement and obvious disappointed. At least you tried.

The detective cleared his throat again and then stood up and offered you to follow. There was an apparent battle in his eyes, trying to sway the desire and urge to ogle you, especially once you stood straight and fixed your dress.

“Come, I’ll check you out, clear you out,” he corrected and accompanied you out of the investigation room and through the empty corridor.

“I hope I don’t see you again, Miss,” he uttered, making you frown with bemusement.

Cold as before, he stared forward, only his mouth giving away his feelings as he bit into his bottom lips. “I am having coffee and pie every mornings at Chelsea’s around 9, I really hope I don’t bump into you over there...” He warned.

It took you a moment to understand and then you smiled lightly, “yeah, I really hope I don’t see you there either, this Tuesday...”

Sherlock (semi dark)

The chill of midnight enveloped me, darkness and gloom seeped around my bones as I sat forlorn in my study. It was another night where I couldn’t have you, and God, how I yearned to touch you, to taste the sweet innocence of your skin.

I threw the book that was in my hand - these proses could no longer banish my sacrilegious thoughts, the sickness in me growing stronger with every passing day you spent in my estate. I’ve become haunted by you, so much that I could have sworn that your scent was the tip of my nose long before you appeared.

And then, just as if summoned by some odd magic you stepped into my room wearing the same dress you wore the first I saw you. Lavender and gold silk, spilling from the deep cleavage that supported your breasts like an offering to the gods.

“Is everything alright? I heard a noise.” Always so polite and naive, you bowed to me and then rushed to picked the book from the corner.

Remaining silent, I pressed a finger to my temple, trying to fight away the dark sway of lust that swerved within my loins, but then you inched closer, and the closer you inched the larger the demon grew.

“Mister Holmes?” You asked again, offering me the book. Your eyes shone with true concern, but the light within them was extinguished by the sudden snap of my fingers around your wrist.

You hissed and instinctively struggled against me, but to no use. Silent and careless as the ocean, my gaze strippd you naked, making tatters of that dress and forcing you down on the floor where I breached through the gates of your sacred eden and defiled your purity.

I let go of your wrist before my thoughts turned into reality and you stepped away, holding your wrist painfully with eyes glossy and full of fear and betrayal.

“Run along now,” I demanded with warning in my voice.

You needn't not for me to ask twice. Holding onto your dress, you turned to scamper, the silks floating in the air behind your like a ghost exorcised.

Not tonight. I promised myself.

Not tonight.

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cat-loves-music · 3 years ago

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King of My Heart

Setting: 11x22 Rossi's mansion

Plot/Prompt: After a tough case, JJ convinces you to confess your feelings for Reid. Only someone beats you to it.

Request: No

Words: 1265

Warning(s): Just pure fluff. Enjoy!

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It was the middle of May, spirits were high among the team as we stopped a bomb from going off in a highly populated city. Rossi had invited the team and Jack, Will, and Henry for dinner at his mansion. It was a celebration of sorts and also an opportunity for all of us to meet Hayden, Rossi's ex wife whom they rekindled their relationship.

The night air was cool, as spring was soon ending but it was still nice. Tara, Spencer, and I decided to ride together to Rossi's mansion since it would be easier to not crowd his driveway and all of us walk up to his door. Tara and I's heels clicking against the concrete.

"I don't know if I've said it yet, but you both look amazing," Spencer compliments as we arrive at the door.

"Thank you, Spence," I smile as Tara rings the doorbell.

"You don’t look too bad yourself," Tara adds.

The door opens to reveal Rossi and who I'm assuming to be Hayden.

"There they are! Please come in," Rossi greets, "Spencer, Tara, Y/n, this is Hayden Montgomery."

The three of us step through the threshold and say hello. Tara shakes her hand and greets her in French.

"Vous parlez francais tres bien, madame," Hayden says, looking impressed and whispers to Rossi, "she's my favorite so far."

Rossi lets out a small chuckle and guides us to the yard, "This way."

As we step into the cool night air once more, lights are strewn everywhere and there's a big table out on the stone tiling outside. Garcia is entertaining the kids, Hotch and JJ are talking as Will is no where to be found, Rossi is with Hayden, and Tara and Spence head off in their own directions.

Once the kids notice Spencer, they call out his name, "Uncle Spencer!"

I smile as I see him having fun with them and Garcia.

"He is so good with them," I hear JJ's familiar voice from behind me.

I turn around to look at her, "Yeah he is. It's a wonder how he's not a father yet."

She laughs, "I guess the fact that you both are still so clueless of your feelings for each other can get in the way of that."

I smack her arm, "You know we're just friends, JJ."

JJ sighs, "Y/n, you need to tell him. It's been about eight years now and you both aren't getting any younger."

"I don't know Jen, I just don’t want to ruin anything," I confess.

She places a comforting hand on my arm, "Trust me, Y/n, you won't ruin your relationship with him. If anything, he's just as smitten as you are with him."

I nod, "Okay. I'll see what I can do."

"Auntie Y/n! Auntie Y/n! Come here!"

I look around to see Henry and Jack waving me over.

"Looks like I'm being summoned," I say to JJ, laughing, before I walk over to the group.

"What's up you guys? You having fun?" I asked.

"Spencer wants to show you a magic trick," Henry states.

I gasp lightly, "Oh really?"

Taking a seat next to Henry and Jack, Spencer chuckles nervously, "Well I wasn't prepared for many tricks tonight but let's see what I can do."

He shuffles his deck of cards and holds them face down so he can't see which cards are which and instructs, "Pick a card."

I scan the deck, picking the one I'm drawn to the most and showing it to the kids and Garcia.

The Queen of Hearts.

I put it back in the deck and he shuffles them again. Pulling out the card on the top, he tells me to blow on it. I do as he says before he continues.

"Is this your card?" He asks, revealing the Ace of Spades in his hand.

I smile and shake my head no, the kids laughing beside me.

"It isn't your card?" Spence asks, a hint of confusion on his face as he puts the card under the deck and pulls out the new one on the top.

He shows it to us and it's the Five of Diamonds. A wide grin spreads across my face, me trying to hold in laughter as I tell him that's not my card.

He flips it over to look at it, "I could have sworn that was your card."

He suddenly looks at my ear and reaches behind it and magically pulls out the Queen of Hearts.

"Is this your card?" He asks for the final time.

I laugh as Jack, Henry, and Garcia are in awe.

"Yes that's my card," I grin.

Spence reciprocates the grin and bows.

"How did you do that?" Garcia exclaims.

He shrugs, "A magician never reveals his secrets."

"Wow! You showed us two magic tricks, Uncle Spencer!" Henry beams.

I look at him confused and then back to Spencer, "What was the other magic trick?"

Spencer's happy expression falls to one filled with fear. I look over at Garcia and she coyly smiles, looking back at her phone.

"What do you mean, Henry?" I question.

"Uncle Spencer is showing us how well he can hide his feelings for you," Henry states, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

My eyes widened as the words left his mouth and I look over at Spencer, who looks like he's just seen a ghost.

"Omg I'm so glad I caught that on camera!" Garcia cackles.

Spencer gives her a playful glare and then looks at Henry, mouthing 'why'.

"Is that true Spence?" I asked. "You have feelings for me?"

Spencer nods slowly, afraid of what I might say.

"Okay kiddos, let's go so they can talk," Garcia instructs and the three of them get up to go somewhere else.

As soon as they’re gone, Spence sits down next to me with his head down.

"I'm sorry about that. That's not how I wanted to tell you," he apologized, "but then again I'm glad Henry said something because I'm not sure if I would have told you on my own."

I giggle, "I'm glad he said it too because I needed to find a way to tell you I like you too, but I honestly didn't know how."

Looking up at me, shock evident on his face, "Wait, you feel the same way?"

I nod, "I would be so dumb if I didn't. I've had feelings for you ever since we met because you're just such a good person. It's hard not to fall for someone like you."

He smiles at me, "I guess it's fitting that you drew the Queen of Hearts."

I furrow my brows in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Since you've been the queen of mine for so long," Spencer answers.

My expression softens into a smile and I feel my cheeks heat up, "Well Spencer Reid, you've been the king of mine since the day we met."

"Would you maybe want to–it's totally okay if you say no though–but would you want to go on a date with me?" He asks.

"I would love to," I reply.

"Come on you two, the food is ready!" Rossi interrupts.

I give Spence a kiss on the cheek before standing up and a blush is evident on his face. He then stands up after a few seconds and the both of us walk over to the table with everyone already sitting down. Thanks to Henry, neither of us could wipe the smiles off our faces the rest of the night.

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Hello everyone! This is my first imagine on here and I really hope you like it. If this imagine looks familiar that's because I'm on Wattpad as well :) go follow me if you want: @/cat_loves_music

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thequeenofmyownscreen · 2 years ago

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Twenty things I noted about CR2E111 “New Homes and Old Friends” and the associated Talks Machina :

As a French woman, I am OFFENDED by Travis' accent and Sam's homage. As an enjoyer of all things Critical Role, I am DELIGHTED.

MAGIC MANSION HERE WE GO BABYYYYYYY. My god. No notes. I love Liam's mind so much. The man has thought about this for A YEAR a boy did he show it !!

did he... he did... he put the mirror on the ceiling of Beau's bed... did he implied what I think he implied. "That's going to be useful." OH MY GOD YASHA. Meanwhile, Beau just blue-screened for 5 minutes :

CATS SERVANTS of course there are cat servants. Sam : "Do the cats have buttholes ?" Amazing 2020 reference to the disaster that was the trailer for the Cats movie.

Widogast's Nascent Nine-Sided Tower. Oh Caleb, the hubris of a wizard is shown through your long-ass names for your spells. (Bonus : Travis's reaction : "Yeaaaaah ! Spell 'nascent', bitch !!")

Matt, after one hour of just listening to Liam : "Well, that's the easiest hour I ever had as a dungeon master" HAHAHA as a DM I feel that relaxation. Liam was a gift.

Whaaaaaat is this secret room ? Is it the chamber where Caleb was tortured and Trent put crystals in his arms ??? And Caleb sleeps here. Oh, Liam. Also "Fort, doch nicht vergessen" is "Gone, but not forgotten", aka the thing you put on tombstones...

We learn that Taliesin was put on the TSA list for bringing a replica of of one of Percy's gun on a plane after Critical Role did a live show. Travis, taking the role of the TSA agent that arrested him, who also was a Critter apparently : "Need to confiscate that. Love the show, though !"

PUMAT !!!! The Cloak of Billowing sounds amazing. I'm gonna integrate it in my game.

Fjord has been "saving his money", big time, for a tatoo, or another important purchase, and he proudly announces it. Jester : "I've been spending mine on diamonds to help save people's lives." WOW

Got to say, since I know Molly/Lucien came back at some point, all of the Mighty Nein's talk about visiting Molly's grave or possibly resurrecting him feels like deep deep irony.

Oh yeah. The minute Matt described heavy snow around Cree from Jester's Scry, I was like Marisha, who was rage-snapping her crayon in half and mouthing "THAT BITCH IS IN THE NORTH".

Marisha/Beau's rant on her theories about what happened to Lucien, Molly, Cree and Vess DeRogna, and how everything is connected to Aeor is EVERYTHING. Matt, with so much love in his eyes for his wife : *pulls out the Charlie Day meme* YES !! They also referenced the end of Clue, which, you know, excellent reference, excellent taste.

The ending, my god. Never before I have wanted to jump into my TV and scream at Matt too that he could not end it there.

Henri the dog is back !!!

Dani, on Astrid : "IIIII... don't trust Astrid farther that I can THROOOW THAT BIIIIITCH !!!"

Liam loves his friends so much, I'm half crying as he describes the mansion as a love letter not only from Caleb to the Mighty Nein, but from Liam to his friends

Liam did, indeed, like Laura said, totally forgot that Vokodo had a reflection ability when he cast Disintegrate. He described really well how he felt insane afterwards, and I CANNOT imagine how that must have been in his head.

The revelation that Taliesin did those faces, as Beau explained her theories, just to fuck with Travis, whom he's directly in front of, is AMAZING, and so on point.

I nearly cried when I heard Marisha talking about how the emotions were high the night they recorded the episode where Vilya goes home to Keyleth, and how Laura said "Now Kiki has a happy ending too !". My heart.

#my thoughts #critical role #cr campaign 2 #CR2E111

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seeingteacupsindragons · 3 years ago

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I LOVE when you talk about JR! Do you have any scenes that you think are underrated from each book? This isn't a specific scene but I remember the whole Richard flashback in book five quite clearly - Richard as never seen before (holy moly, what a thing), everything about the interactions with Saul and of course Monica, god I love Monica!

And I'm happy to talk about it! Do you love it just because my love is all gushy everywhere or just because you love the series? LOL.

Monika is a good egg.

Volume 1: The bit in the diamond store is not at all underrated (because it is perfect), but I really also love Haru's conversation with Seigi in Amethyst about how he really understands the concept of aesthetic attraction (even if he doesn't use that term).

Volume 2: Seigi trying to get answers to that Emerald riddle from Richard and Richard snapping that he's not named Google and Seigi being like I can say your whole name in English even though I suck at English because I practiced because it's the name of someone so important and eventually getting the answer out of Richard.

Volume 3: Did you know they only included Turquoise in the anime because it was so popular? Yeah. Anyway, I love the taxi cab bit in the novels on the way to the auction in Jade where Seigi was being absurdly gay and the taxi driver just had. To put up with this. The entire time. Although him trying to explain Richard to his mother afterward and her assuming he was coming out to her is also top-tier.

Volume 4: I love that airport scene at the end when Richard sees Seigi off from London and is very gorgeous and flirting and teasing about how he might steal Tanimoto from him because he's all gorgeous and single and has no will issues.

Volume 5: I'm really moved by the fact that Richard asked Saul to have the Zircon conversation with Seigi while he disappeared for the day, and Saul explaining this to Seigi in sort of veiled terms. It was a good insight into the kind of man Richard really is.

Volume 6: Richard's little speech to Tanimoto about fluid sexuality is A+++, but I think that's a common opinion. For underrated...maybe that bit where Seigi and Richard had a very awkward conversation with this model who was upset that her boyfriend kept complimenting her looks.

Volume 7: For underrated? Vince and Seigi first meeting and Vince being annoyed Seigi doesn't really like anime and trying to explain jewelry concepts via anime figures. Because Richard playing poker is an "everyone loves this shit" part

Volume 8: Vince playing that arcade video game.

Volume 9: Tanimoto and Seigi's conversation and bringing Tanimoto sand. I want someone to give me such a gift. It's so sweet, not only because Tanimoto loves rocks and things like weird sand, but because it's also a record of everywhere Seigi has been, as souvenirs for his life to share with his friend. But also Vince.

Volume 10: I'm really in love with that bit where Henry told Octavia "Everyone's dying!" really frustrated at her determination to just...die quickly and get rid of life.

Volume 11: Hasn't been out long enough for anything to be underrated yet.

#Jeweler Richard #The Case Files of Jeweler Richard #Housekishou Richard

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reidyoulikeabook · 4 years ago

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Paper Rings

Summary: Drunken valentines with Spencer at a kids party.

Warnings: Alcohol mentions, that’s pretty much it!

A/N: I wanted to write a little valentines thing buuut I left it kinda late so anyway! A drabble is better than nothing :)

Word count: .7k

Henry and Michael are both in bed, the other kids long departed, so really it’s okay that you and Spencer have drank a little too much of Penelope’s ‘special adult punch.’

The kids had been having an incredibly cute Valentine’s party, which most of the BAU had wound up gatecrashing due in part to the fact you’d all gotten back off a case only that morning. Also, in part because half of them didn’t have partners, and you and Spencer hadn’t had the foresight to make a reservation.

“They’re sweet,” Penelope sighs happily, watching you twine one of the flowers into Spencer’s hair.

“It’s kinda disgusting how sweet they are,” Emily laughs, shaking her head.

You, on the other hand, are paying no mind to your colleagues. Presently, it’s much more important for you to nail down the braiding pattern for to get the flowers to stay in Spencer’s hair. It’s fiddly work, made no easier by dealing witha squirmy Spencer and the fact your drunk hands aren’t quite as steady as the professional hands in charge of pointing guns at serial killers.

“Spence stay still!” You admonish.

“But I wanna kiss you!” He pouts adorably, “It’s taking too long!”

“You’ll look so pretty when it’s done!”

He juts his lip out further, “Do I not look pretty already?”

You swat at him a little, laughing as you press a kiss to his forehead, “You’re already the prettiest. But just sit still.”

He sighs. In his hands, he fiddles with the tiny decorations left on the table. There’s a ton of cut out hearts, some confetti, post it notes with handwritten compliments on, and a punch of child-sized paper rings. He not-so-subtly takes it into the palm of his hand, closing his fist around it while making sure not to crush it. He watches you then: his eyes are glassy with drunkenness but if you asked anybody else in the room to name what it was, they might have said love.

“Is he?” Emily asks, having noted Spencer’s theft.

Derek sighs, “Yep.”

You, however, haven’t noticed. All you feel is the weight of Spencer’s gaze as you finish threading the stem securely into his curl. Smiling, you pull back from him and admire your handiwork. He looks beautiful.

“See! You look so pretty!”

Spencer snaps out of his trance then, grinning dopily, “Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

He scoops you from your chair, placing you on his lap. You squeal as he does it, leaning into him and allowing him to settle his left arm around your waist, securing you to him.

“Hey,” You say, pecking his lips gently.

“Hi,” He smiles, “I have something to ask you.”

You squint, trying to make out why he looks so bashful. He unfurls his fist, showcasing the tiny purple paper ring that sits in his palm.

Hands flying to your mouth, you gasp, “Spencer?”

“I know it isn’t a proper ring ____ but I love you so much and I love how we’re spending our third valentines day with our godchildren and I love how you weren’t mad that I didn’t book a restaurant,” He grins, “I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You scream, throwing yourself fully into his embrace and peppering his face with kisses, “Yes, yes!”

Sticking out your hand, you allow him to slip the small ring onto your pinky finger. Next to where your diamond engagement band sits.

"Oh come on!" Emily groans in mock exasperation.

“Every damn time,” Morgan chuckles, rolling his eyes as you start kissing.

Rossi comes back into the room then, noting you both and letting out a dry chuckle, “Let me guess. They got engaged again?”

Morgan shakes his head, “Every damn time pretty boy drinks he proposes.”

Garcia smiles, “Well, you know what they say, third time’s a charm.”

You’re not paying any mind though. You’re far too busy complimenting Spencer on your beautiful paper ring, both of you drunkenly interrupting each other with spiels about how you can’t wait to get married. Really, you’re too busy being happy to notice how happy everyone else is for you.

Taglist: @sassiest-politician @takeyourleap-of-faith @calm-and-doctor (let me know if you;d like to be added/removed!)

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #reid x reader #spencer reid x reader #imagine spencer read #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds imagine #imagine criminal minds #criminal minds x you #criminal minds fanfic

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untaemedqueen · 4 years ago

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Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 8.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage

Warnings In This Chapter: Angst

A/N: Always the most gigantic, humongous shoutout to my loves @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia, @ppersonna for rooting me on and making it so easy to write these characters who I have come to adore!

The house was quiet when you first woke up. There's an overwhelming sense of comfort in the air as you step out of your bedroom.

You've been getting into a daily routine here, without it you'd probably feel lost or without a purpose.

You really adored the small waterfall alcove beside your room. The sounds are so peaceful and the koi that swim beneath the glass floor are absolutely gorgeous. Entering here was always the beginning of your daily routine.

You weren't fond of wearing heels and for the first time in a long time you had on sneakers. After feeling sick for a few days you decided on a comfortable hoodie, albeit still expensive but you like it. The leggings you wear hug you closely and it brings you ease.

"Little dove?" you hear from behind as you stare down at the koi fish.

"Morning," you say, turning your head to the CEO as he leans against the doorframe of his bedroom.

His eyes are bleary, his forehead creased from the bright light that bleeds through the stained glass windows.

"Why do you always get up so fucking early? You should be sleeping, the baby needs rest. Does it not?" he asks, scratching at his neck with a yawn.

"I'm used to getting up this early, I did have a job not too long ago," you reply, looking over the waterfall walls.

He puts his head back against the door frame, his fingers combing through his sleepy bed head.

"I shouldn't be speaking to you anyway. It's before your morning coffee," you jeer, sitting down on the marble bench.

"Shut up," he retorts but you can hear the humor in his voice. You notice the corners of his lips flickering upward as he shoves off of the doorway.

"Madam?" you hear from the end of the hall.

Your attention turns to Maya as she bows.

Yoongi watches your face light up, he sees the true joy in you and he snorts gently in response. You're really a blessing to this house.

"Good morning Maya!" you say, standing up from the bench quickly.

"Easy does it, little dove." Yoongi murmurs, folding his arms.

"The neighbor Kim Yoona is here to see you." Tilting your head, you can't begin to register the name.

Yoongi laughs gently as he enters the hallway.

"Get me an Irish coffee, please Maya. I'm going to need it if Yoona is here," you turn to him as he speaks, watching as he rubs hand fists over his eyes.

"Who's Yoona?" you ask softly.

"Namjoon's wife. She's actually really sweet. Which is against my religion... so," he says before putting his hand on your lower back to escort you to the staircase.

You don't pull away from him oddly enough. You let him guide you, it's easier than fighting so early in the morning.

"She went to Sairmount Academy like us, too." he notifies you as you descend the stairs together.

"Huh." you mumble thoughtfully.

There were very few memories of Sairmount Academy you remembered. It's kind of bizarre knowing that Yoongi was around all throughout your schooling.

You didn't care to remember many things from school. It was always the same, you were poor and people were rich. You were bullied, Leena and Jin were the only ones who cared for you.

"Morning Yoona," Yoongi says as you reach the bottom floor.

Turning to you, you take in the woman who stands by the couch. She has light brown hair with dirty blonde highlights. Her body is slim and proportionate adorning light ripped jeans and a cashmere turtleneck. The thing that stands out the most though, is her paddock boots. She must really love her horses. She's clean cut and absolutely gorgeous.

But, as she smiles something seems familiar to you.

"Morning, Yoongles," he grimaces at her nickname, accepting the coffee that is rushed over to him.

"Why are you here?" he asks, leaning against the marble stairwell banister.

"Came to see an old friend." Yoona replies.

Tilting your head, your eyes begin to widen.

If she had black, long hair with small polka dot bows and if she was years younger, she would look exactly like an old friend.

"Bang Yoona?" You ask softly and she points to herself with a comical wink.

"That's me," she cheers happily.

"Oh my God!" you cry out, rushing over to hug her.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow as he watches you both hug. His heart warms at the sight of your pure excitement.

"Small world," he murmurs above the lip of his coffee cup.

"I changed my last name when I got married," she tells you, placing both hands on either side of your face as she pulls away.

You can remember when you were little. Yoona welcomed you quite like Leena. You were happy to spend time with her when you were seven. But, after time went on, she left to Germany with her parents when they accepted different jobs.

You were sad back then having only Leena but then it became a distant memory as you got older.

"You look amazing!" you compliment her as she brushes some hair behind your ear.

"As do you! Once Joon told me that it's you that got pregnant with Yoongi's baby I had to see you!" Yoongi smirks gently as you pull away from one another.

"This is such a pleasant surprise!" you cheer as she slings her arm over your shoulders.

"Come spend the day at my house. Leave Yoongi to his sad self," she winks at you and you giggle in reply.

"Fuck you." Yoongi mumbles. Yoona sticks her tongue out at him before pulling you towards the door.

"I'll show you my horses! They're so beautiful!" she tells you enthusiastically.

"Hey." Yoongi calls to you, whistling loudly for your attention.

You turn to him, a wide smile on your face which makes him smirk.

"Be careful and no riding the horses with the baby inside of you," he says pointedly.

You nod happily before hooking your arm around Yoona's waist.

"Watch out for her!" Yoongi calls to her and she snorts gently as you both walk up the entryway steps.

"Always. I probably know her better than you do," she retorts with a laugh.

Yoongi grimaces at the thought before rolling his eyes.

"Yeah well she's having my baby," he retorts softly.

He watches the front door close as he sips his coffee.

"Maya!" he calls to the empty house as he pushes himself off the stairwell.

"Sir?" he hears in the distance.

"Bring me my yearbooks!" he calls as he begins to ascend the stairs.

You better be careful or he'll raise hell with the Kims.

The walk to Namjoon's house is absolutely breathtaking. You've always stuck around the house, taking walks around the long stoned paths by the garden. But now, walking towards the large mansion in the distance, you can only be in awe of the sights before you.

"I cannot believe what a small world we live in." Yoona says, ripping you out of your trance.

You giggle as she hugs you tightly to her side.

"I know," you reply as you both move out of the way as a car passes by.

The limousine begins to slow down, the window sliding down as well.

Very unfortunate for you, the face of Sera is right in your sights.

"Good morning Yoona! You look ravishing today!" Sera's voice is filled with overly sweet tones.

Your stomach begins to roll at how fake she is.

"Hi." Yoona says briskly, hand gripping beneath your arm tighter.

"See you've taken on a pet project. How gracious of you." Sera says, leaning her body out the window and grimacing in your direction.

Your friend from childhood stops in her tracks. "I think Y/N is delightfully where she should be in life. Unlike you, Sera. If anyone needs a pet project, I'll be sure to have them reach out to you."

You can hear Sera scoff loudly as Yoona tugs you down the road.

"Oh, and Sera?" Yoona calls Yoongi's wife.

You watch the pretty woman angle her head out of the car as if she would be expecting an apology.

"It's 2020, no one drives around in a limousine anymore. It's an embarrassing way to flaunt your money. You should get a Rolls Royce or an Astin Martin. No one wants to see you in a rickety old limo. That shit is for the birds," you put your hand over your mouth, gasping with a laugh as Yoona tugs you down toward her mansion.

"I cannot believe you!" you squeal as she laughs loudly.

Entering Namjoon and Yoona's house you're astounded at how different yet gorgeous it is to where you live now.

The house has an English feel to it, limestone and wooden hardware really bring it all together. The house screams Victorian Gothic and you find it all so wonderful.

"What do you think?" Yoona asks as she passes through the sitting room

"This is beautiful, Yoona. I can't even believe it!" you say in awe. Your eyes glance up, looking at the chandelier before she's tugging you into the next room.

"Namjoon and I are a bit obsessed with old English history. Like this, this is my most prized possession in the whole house," she says stopping in front of a large glass case.

Looking down, your eyes widen so big they could almost fall out of your head.

Gorgeous jewels and diamonds sit nestled in silver and gold. There are crowns, necklaces, earrings and all sorts of other baubles.

"Holy shit!" you whisper out.

Your hands situate behind your back as if you're in a museum.

"All of these belonged to King Henry the Eighth and his many wives! My favorite is Anne Boleyns." Yoona says pointing at a crown that is more grandiose than all of the others.

"Yoona, these are really beautiful," you breathe out.

She wrinkles her nose gently, leaning against the varnished hardwood table.

"Ready to go see my horses?" she asks as her maid brings you both glasses of water.

You nod to her happily as you move away from the royal jewelry.

Stepping out into the backyard of her house, you can't seem to see where the line is drawn between her house and Yoongis. The grass is perfectly cut and a luscious green that makes you feel at peace.

"Just over here." Yoona calls to you as she takes off toward the horse barn.

"Whoa." It feels as if you're almost in a movie.

You can see men walking to and fro with metal buckets filled with water and different foods. They all have on the same uniforms, something akin to what jockeys would wear before a big race.

The horse barn, as you approach, looks just like a home. Something comfortable and clean that could very well have people living inside of it.

"My pride and joy is Rapture. He's won five awards since he's been born and he is the biggest sweetheart," your heart warms at how enthusiastic your childhood friend sounds.

The barn doors open and you feel as if you've been thrust into a fairytale.

There are six horses, all beautifully kept with various colors and sizes on their coats. Whinies and neighs enrapture your ears as the animals spot Yoona.

"It's like you're the Snow White of horses," you whisper to her as she picks up some carrots by the front door.

"Well, they're my babies," she replies, a motherly smile plastered on her face.

"Jooheon," she calls out.

You watch a man around your age appear. His hair is a light shade of blue and his eyes are soft and doe-like. His cheeks are high and his jaw is sharp like it has been carved by the gods.

He's incredibly tall and muscular, his thick thighs quiver and flex as he walks towards you both.

"Madams," he says, bowing down to you both.

His eyes lock with yours as he stands back up, a smirk on his features as he winks at you.

Finally, Yoongi had brought home his laptop for work. He hasn't really given much thought to why he feels the need to stay home so much these days. He doesn't want to think about it, he just lets things be.

Throwing his feet up on his desk, his eyes falter to the stack of yearbooks that Maya has so kindly brought him.

Seeing Yoona this morning, someone he's always known suddenly knowing you, it made him curious.

How could he have gone throughout all of his Sairmount schooling AND college to never know you?

Sipping his coffee, he opens up the first yearbook.

His eyes narrow at the pages, looking over all the small kids with the same uniforms.

"Y/N. Y/N." he mumbles as his index finger glazes over the children's faces.

His eyebrows crease as he leans back in his desk chair.

You were in none of these pictures, not that he could see anyway.

Flipping through the pages of the book, he passes the newspaper club, the computer club, the chess club before finding solo pictures of each student.

His lips puff out as he skims along the pictures.

"Holy shit," he whispers, setting down his coffee cup.

There you were. Small and cute in front of his eyes.

But, there's something familiar about you as he continues to stare at the picture. You with your small tie and blazer, he feels like he's always known you.

Then it hits him, you were in his class. He fucking remembers you, sitting three seats behind him in History.

Purchasing his hand beneath his chin, he stares at the small pictures in his history textbook. He couldn't be bothered to study for the pop quiz and he knows that he probably failed.

His father was going to be disappointed, as always. His father is never proud of anything he does so why should this matter.

"Sir Min," the teacher, Mrs. Park, calls to him.

With the roll of his eyes, he looks up at his teacher.

"Yeah," he mumbles as Hoseok slides a note beneath the lip of his book.

"Do you realize that I've been calling your name for the past three minutes?" Mrs. Park asks as she leans down on her desk.

Running his fingers through his hair, the tip of his tongue grazes over his teeth. He leans back in his own chair, eyes glazing over the teacher with a bored expression.

"No. I was too busy looking at what underwear people used to wear," he mutters aloud.

He can hear other kids snickering and murmuring at his joke. A sly smirk begins to spread over his face while he fixes his tie.

"You think this is funny? You think failing is funny?" she quips as she holds up the quiz.

He can feel his neck heating up out of embarrassment.

"The future heir of Kisung can't even pass a history quiz? Maybe your parents should get a phone call," she asks him, her legs wading through the multitude of desks before plopping the sheet down on his table.

He takes in all the red lines that are scoured over the paper.

"I bet you can't even tell me when the Mongols invaded the Goryeo dynasty," she says earning a multitude of hushed voices.

He turns his head to the others behind him, his eyes dancing over the kids that sit with their eyes on their desks.

Then they falter to you as you stare at him shamelessly. Your small hands form fists as you look from him to Mrs. Park.

Secretly, you begin to raise your fingers.

One.

Two.

One.

Six.

He clears his throat as your eyes falter to your desk and he turns back to the teacher as she raises her eyebrow.

"The Mongols invade Goryeo in 1216," Yoongi says as he swings his arm over the lip of his chair.

She purses her lips at his answer, eyes narrowing at him.

Maybe your information was wrong.

"Well, if you knew that then why did you fail the quiz?" she asks softly, retreating to her desk at the front of the class.

He breathes a gentle sigh of relief, turning his head to you. He nods to you as Leena pinches your arm. Nodding back, the corner of your lips flicker upwards before pinching your best friend.

Yoongi chuckles to himself as he recalls the memory.

You saved his sorry ass that day, if it wasn't for you he would have had to kneel on rice in a corner for God knows how long.

"Interesting," he whispers to himself as he continues to flicker through the yearbook.

"You have a phone call, Mrs. Kim," someone announces from the entrance to the horse barn.

She hums in reply, running her hand over the soft mane of Rapture.

"I'll just be a minute, why don't you spend time with the horses. They seem to love you," she suggests and you nod happily as Rapture rubs his large face against yours.

Giggling, you hold out an apple slice for him and he takes it without complaint.

"You're so pretty," you tell the horse as he munches happily on the slice.

"Do you know anything about horses?" you hear from behind you.

Turning to the owner of the voice, you smile gently as Jooheon wipes a rag over his sweaty face.

"Unfortunately not. But, they're very beautiful," you reply as Rapture nuzzles the back of your head.

The stableman chuckles as the horse rests his head on your shoulder.

"Rapture always finds it easy to feel comfortable around gorgeous women," you can feel the apples of your cheeks blushing as Jooheon tosses the rag he holds up in the air.

"I'm sure you really like this job," you say, running your hand over the horse's neck.

He nods to your statement, leaning back against one of the wooden doors. "I've always liked animals more than people. When you look into a horse's eyes, you can see so much emotion. You can practically see their souls bare in front of you."

His admission makes you think. You can understand people that love and respect animals more than people.

"That's really sweet," you tell him as he fixes his uniform.

He gives you a smile, one that's enchanting showing off his perfectly white teeth.

"It's just the truth," he replies as Rocket, an all white horse, nuzzles his face.

"I know, girl. Don't get jealous cause I'm talking to a pretty woman," he whispers and this time your ears heat up.

"The Madam was telling everyone that you're an old school friend," he says, patting the horse's face.

You nod, a reminiscent smile on your features. "Yeah. Yoona was a good friend when we were younger."

He takes delight in how you smile, how perfectly shy you are.

"Did you move in around here?"

"Yeah. I'm living with the Min's," you answer as Rapture snorts gently onto your cheek.

"Must be nice to have money," he quips.

You shake your hands quickly. "Oh. I'm not rich."

He hums playfully, looking over your expensive attire with an unsure eye.

"I thought Min Yoongi was married," he counters as he slides his right foot up onto the stable door behind him.

You watch his thighs flex once more before clearing your throat. "He is. I'm just... I'm pregnant with his... y'know... his baby."

Jooheon whistles loudly at the admission. "Interesting. But, you're not dating him, are you?"

The question makes you laugh, feeding another apple slice to Rapture while shaking your head. "No. I am not."

Jooheon nods slowly as he stands up and you can hear the horse barn door opening to your right. "Can I ask you out on a date then?"

Puffing from his cigar, Yoongi leans back into the armchair he sits in. His fingers pull and push at his cards on the green felt.

"I call." Jeongguk mumbles and the CEO tosses some extra chips into the center of the poker table.

Although Jimin was invited to tonight's poker game, Yoongi thought it wise that he didn't accept. The shorter man was hanging on by a hair, the last time he was in this house.

Guk was more than happy to sit in his seat beside Taehyung for the evening.

The classical music swells throughout the room and Yoongi stares down at the chips in hand. Once that memory of you from childhood came flooding back, he can remember smaller ones too.

Ones like when you were being bullied or when the girls tried to steal your lunch. He can remember all the times he heard Leena screaming to protect you, and he finds himself feeling more accepting of her.

"Yoona had a great time with Y/N today. She loves her," Namjoon says, earning everyone's attention.

"Well I think they used to be friends, no? I don't remember much about Y/N but I remember that she was friends with Leena, Yoona and of course Jin," Hoseok says.

"What do you mean 'of course Jin?'" Yoongi finds himself asking, something inside of him growing terse and annoyed.

"Well he was always with them. He was Leena's boyfriend when we were younger too. He was the only boy that used to hang around with them."

He starts to simmer down at his admission. "Oh," Yoongi whispers.

"Read 'em and weep, hyungs," Jeongguk says with a smug grin, flipping over his cards.

Taehyung groans long and low, his hands carding through his hair as Guk shows them a straight flush.

"Goddamn. This kid wins in everything! Whether it's boxing, car racing or cards!" Tae complains as Guk collects his chips.

Yoongi chuckles to himself, lifting his whisky glass to his lips.

"I'm really glad Y/N has a friend around here." Namjoon says and to this the Kisung CEO nods.

He wants you to thrive. He can say this until his face turns blue.

As Maya begins to deal the cards once more, the library door slowly begins to open. The sound draws everyone's attention and they stay silent as you enter.

Your face is buried in a book, your feet slowly shuffling into the big room. The sight of you makes Yoongi smirk, your hand is pressed on your flat stomach as you continue farther into the room.

You look precious. Your hair is slightly wet from a shower not too long ago and your eyes are enraptured with the words you read.

"Beautiful," he whispers under his breath but the sound is swallowed by Namjoon clearing his throat.

You look up quickly, clearly startled by the noise.

"Oh my God, it's Thursday! I'm so sorry!" you cry out as you slam the large book in hand shut.

"No worries, little dove. Come. Get a book," Yoongi calls to you as you try to leave.

"Hey Y/N." Namjoon says with a comforting smile.

Your eyes meet his and the friendly face makes you smile widely. "Hi Joon. Good evening!"

You wink at Maya, scurrying behind her to find a new book to read.

Oh, Joon is it?

Yoongi rolls his eyes as he burns out his cigar. He wafts the smoke away from your direction, picking up his whisky glass.

You had changed your clothes. Now wearing a purple free flowing sundress.

Might be better to not have tight clothes on, if they make you uncomfortable. The father of your child finds himself thinking.

"Y/N. Can you tell Leena to call me, please?" Taehyung whines.

Turning to him, you narrow your eyes playfully.

Why can't Yoongi see you like this? Is it because he's too big of a dick?

He wishes you would be so free with him…

"Tae. I'm told that you're in the dog house," you jeer as you grab a book.

Tae, is it?

Yoongi gulps down the rest of his drink, his throat burning as his gut explodes with alcoholic fire.

"Tell her I'll book the penthouse. I promise," he says, holding out his pinky.

Humming cutely, you step onto the platform beside Maya. Grabbing his pinky, he gives you a wink and it almost sends Yoongi onto the fucking floor.

"Don't you have some reading to do, little dove?" he asks quickly, watching how tightly Taehyung grips at your pinky.

You look over at the CEO before nodding. He gives you a small smile and your heart stutters as you return it.

"I'm Jeongguk! But, you can just call me Guk or Gukkie," the youngest calls to you.

You bow your head to him with a smile. "Nice to meet you."

"That's Hoseok," Namjoon says, pointing his thumb to the left of him.

You give a small wave before looking down at the book you hold.

"Well I'll let you get back to it. I'll just be reading," you say, mostly to Yoongi.

He nods above the lips of his glass, watching you press the book to your flat womb.

You're fucking endearing as all hell.

"Or, you can join us," Joon suggests.

Yoongi grimaces at the idea. Why would he fucking ask you to stay? In a room with all these handsome men? No.

"No. She said she wants to rea-" the father of your child begins to say before you cut him off.

"I might destroy you," you quip and his mouth hangs open at your banter.

Yoongi watches as Maya begins to smile, a proud smirk gracing her features already.

"Poker is about luck," Hoseok jeers.

"Well I did get knocked up on a pass by. Seems like I'm pretty lucky," you joke, making the others laugh.

Yoongi snorts to himself as you share camaraderie with his friends.

"That's my baby you're talking about," he says, pointing his index finger over the lip of his glass to you.

You give him a warm smile, the apples of your cheeks raising as you giggle.

"Here, noona. You can sit in my seat," Guk says and it rubs Yoongi the wrong way almost immediately.

"She can have my seat, you're a guest," he says quickly.

"Oh no, it's fine. Noon-"

"Y/N, come." Yoongi's voice is strict and you roll your eyes at his commanding demeanor.

Setting down the book on the lip of the table, you take his seat. He stands behind you, handing the burnt out cigar and ashtray to Maya.

The smell might make you feel sickly.

"Jeongguk always wins," Hoseok notifies you and you hum curiously.

"We'll see," you reply as you begin to stack Yoongi's poker chips. He can smell your shampoo, violets and vanilla--it smells amazing.

"You know how to play?" He whispers softly in your ear, you shiver at his warm breath, smelling the alcohol on his pallet.

It reminds you of your first night together and you press your thighs into one another at the memory.

"Oh, I know how to play," you reply.

He places his hand on your shoulder as Maya begins to deal.

"Don't spend all of my money, we play with real bucks here," Yoongi says, his thumb grazing over the softness of your skin.

You feel yourself relax as his skin grazes yours. It feels comfortable, it feels kind of right.

Lifting your cards, your thumb skims over the tops and Yoongi holds his breath waiting for what you're going to do.

A diamond ace and a ten of diamonds sits in your hand. Yoongi presses down on your shoulder, almost as if he's proud of you.

"Raise," you mumble as Yoongi slides his thumb over the column of your neck.

You can see all the other billionaires staring at you and you calmly grab three poker chips before throwing them into the middle of the table.

"She's got a good poker face," Hoseok quips as he lifts his glass of brandy.

You feel your heart pick up speed as Yoongi slides his free hand over your other shoulder.

"Good girl." He whispers softly in your ear and your eyes flutter shut at his praise.

What the fuck is going on?

This Yoongi, the one behind you feels so different than the man who you moved in with just a week or so ago.

"Who are you and what have you done with Yoongi?" you quip into his ear softly.

You watch as Maya begins to flip three cards, you snort gently as a king, a queen and a four, of the same suit appear.

"He's gone." Yoongi murmurs, earning widened eyes from you as you focus on your cards.

You watch as the others toss chips into the middle and you throw a few more as Yoongi sips his whisky.

Your stomach begins to coil as he presses his thumbs down into your shoulders with soothing circles. He's fucking massaging you.

You find your body relaxing into his chest and stomach.

Yoongi watches the way your thighs quiver as you cross your legs. He can see the back of your neck flushing and his tongue licks over his bottom lip slowly.

"So, Y/N," Joon says, elbowing Hoseok with a wink. You shy away from the CEO's touch and he feels like he's being rejected all in a quick second.

Yoongi sighs gently, his eyes flutter shut and he loosens his grip on you.

"Yoona tells me you got a date today," you clear your throat uncomfortably as the men look pointedly at you.

Yoongi's eyes widen at the new information. He pulls away from you, making up the excuse in his mind to grab another grab of whisky.

He can feel the rage beginning to burn through him, as if someone has lit the end of a stick of dynamite. His eyes flutter shut and he steadies himself on the lip of the bar.

How fucking dare someone try to ask you out. How dare they?

"Oh well, Jooheon is really kind," he hears how soft your tone is and he can't help the way his hand shakes as he picks up the whisky bottle.

Why does the prospect of you dating drive him almost to the brink of insanity?

"You told him no, right?" he finds himself asking, he stares at his reflection through the mirrored wall. His face is pink with anger, the veins in his neck protruding as he grips tightly onto his glass.

You can't see him, but you can hear how livid he is.

"Well, I-" before you can even reply, he's charging across the room.

His hand grips at your arm and without a second thought he's tugging you to the library door.

You swallow thickly as he kicks the door open with his foot in a moment of blind rage.

"Yoongi!" you complain as he pulls you into the game room next door.

He slams the door shut behind him, his back presses into the cherry wood. Narrowing his eyes at you, he sneers.

"You told him no, right?! You do remember the contract, correct? Or, are your childish feminine hormones making you blind?" he barks out.

Your face begins to set into a scowl as you continue to stare at him. Why not be a brat? It's something you're quite good at when you're upset with him.

"Well if I can't get cock from you, then I'll have to get it elsewhere," your statement drops like a bomb and in a second he's pushing you up against the wall.

"Don't you fucking dare get snarky with me, like that. No cocks are going in this tight little cunt, do you understand me?" he seethes through his teeth.

Your eyes meet his, both sets are glaring and determined.

"Well then, guess you should have accepted my offer to fuck me," you quip.

He chuckles darkly, the sound shaking you to the core. And, for the first time he places his hand over your stomach.

"You couldn't handle this cock in your pregnant pussy, believe me. If I even see you with another man, I'll fuck him up."

"Why, jealous?" you ask as his thumb swipes over your stomach.

The feeling of his hand over your child can only compare to the sun. It feels wonderful.

"What do I have to be jealous of? I have it all. And that includes you. You're mine," he barks out and you hum unsurely, turning your face away from him as his forehead presses to yours.

"Just because I'm having your baby, that doesn't make me yours," you reply, your eyes focus on the pinball machines at the far end of the room.

"Yeah. It really does, little dove," you can hear the agitation in his voice, the annoyance he feels can match yours.

The tip of his nose grazes over your cheekbone as he presses his face closer.

The burning anger in him subsiding as he continues to drift his hand over your stomach.

"Just... don't." It's practically a plea falling from his lips.

Your eyes flutter shut at his now soft tone.

"I told him no," you whisper and you can feel his breath of relief as it rushes over your lips and neck.

"Then why are you pissing me off?" he asks gruffly.

"Because you made me mad," you retort as his hands grip at your sides.

He stays silent for a second before responding.

"I know. I'm getting way too good at that. I'm sorry," he whispers.

You swallow thickly, he's apologizing? He's really not himself today.

"Did you get a concussion?" you ask as he pulls away from you.

He raises an eyebrow as he keeps you at arms length. His fingers comb through his hair, a few odd strands falling back into his eyes.

"A concussion? What?" he replies, confused.

"You're acting weird," you comment as he fixes his blazer.

He begins to smirk as he leans back against the pool table. "I told you, old Yoongi is gone."

Humming unsurely, you intertwine your fingers.

"I'd really like it if you could not give me whiplash every few minutes. Makes it a lot bearable on my neck," you say as you fix your dress.

His eyes falter to your swollen breasts, his tongue licks over his lips while he does his best to calm his breathing.

"I'll be more thoughtful," he whispers and you bite your bottom lip, nodding carefully.

"We should get back," you tell him as you push off of the wall.

He nods gently and he grips at your wrist as you try to walk away from him. You turn to him as his eyes become softer. "No boyfriends, no dates."

You smirk as you look him over. "No boyfriends. No dates," you promise and he cups your cheek gently without even thinking.

"I like the fierce you. Makes my heart feel warm," he comments, leaving you in the game room on your own.

When he touches you, it makes your heart feel warm as well.

Next Chapter --->

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EverymanHYBRID And Deer In Media: In Five Parts (click for individual comparisons)

Deer are both a symbol of fragile purity and the untamable wild–here, we examine deer in the context of man, where deer come to represent the urge within us to abandon the conscious ego for the subconscious id. The deer is a symbol, too, of rebirth, of transformation, of shedding and regrowing its weapons each year. To kill, to be reborn, to choose to be monstrous through our proximity to humanity. Is there not something pure in surrendering to animal instinct? If deer are the twin themes of innocence and wildness, then we in turn are the juxtaposition of humanity and monstrousness–our actions made monstrous by the attempt to temper them with humanity.

(transcript, analysis, and sources below cut)

1: The Secret History & EverymanHYBRID--Bodies

The Secret History, on the killing of a man in a hallucinatory bacchanal:

"'Henry,' I said at last. 'Good God.' "He raised an eyebrow. 'Really, it was more upsetting than you can realize,' he said. 'Once I hit a deer with my car. It was a beautiful creature and to see it struggling, blood everywhere, legs broken ... And this was even more distressing but at least I thought it was over. I never dreamed we'd hear anything else about it.'"

EverymanHYBRID, "Ryan and the SEVENTRIALSOFHABIT":

A shot of a deer's dead body at the side of the road at night, looking crumpled and not quite right. The captions read: "Jeff: It's a fucking deer, dude. (Evan: See it?) Yeah. Something cut its belly open. (Evan: It cut its belly open the wrong way.)"

Parallels drawn:

Consider this one an amuse-bouche. Henry draws comparisons between a man he killed to a deer he accidentally hit with a car, mildly naming the incident ‘distressing’. There is a lack of human empathy, of guilt over killing a fellow man. In comparison, Jeff, Evan, and Vinnie at this point in the EMH plotline have not yet become hunter or hunted–they have not yet been warped by their roles in this iteration and can acknowledge the upsetting nature of the events that befall them. Henry has tasted that amoral nature and is less human for it, more visibly willing to shed that veneer of attempting to care about other people. Jeff, Evan, and Vinnie have not yet reached that point.

2: “Whoso List to Hunt”, EverymanHYBRID, and The Secret History--The Chase

"Whoso List to Hunt", on hunting a fabled white hind:

"I am of them that farthest cometh behind./ Yet may I by no means my wearied mind/ Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore/ Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore,/ Sithens in a net I seek to hold the wind./ Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,/ As well as I may spend his time in vain. And graven with diamonds in letters plain/ There is written, her fair neck round about:/ Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,/ and wild to hold, though I seem tame."

EverymanHYBRID, "Slushpops and Surprises”

A shot of white text on a black page, "[Enter the tragic hero and his unattainable companion.]"

The Secret History, on hallucinations experienced during the bacchanal (bold for emphasis):

“‘Camilla said that during part of it, she’d believed she was a deer; and that was odd, too, because the rest of us remember chasing a deer through the woods, for miles it seemed. Actually it was miles. I know that for a fact. Apparently we ran and ran and ran, because when we came to ourselves we had no idea where we were.’”

EverymanHYBRID, “December & early January”:

A shot of Vinnie, hand covering his face in shock, as he sits and listens to Jessa’s last voicemail before she went missing. Jeff can be seen in the background, listening in silence. The captions read “[Jessa’s voice, recorded]: Steph, that thing you were talking about, I saw it...he’s real, he’s right here. What the hell does he want? I think he’s following me.”

Parallels drawn:

The deer symbolizes wild nature, something that man cannot obtain, touch, or capture without abandoning something of his own humanity. Similarly, deer represent the unattainable prey. Noli me tangere, says Caesar’s unattainable deer– touch me not, no matter how hard you may attempt to catch me. Jessa of EMH is deemed the unattainable companion and Jeff’s driving force to discover the truth behind the situation they’ve been placed in–it is Jessa, dangled in front of him after she goes missing, that leads Jeff down the path that inevitably leads to his own death after uncovering too much. The deer is to be chased, to be hunted, and never captured. Camilla from The Secret History believed herself to be a deer during the same hallucinatory bacchanal that cost a man his life, and led her brother and friends on a chase spanning miles. Jessa was hunted by an unknowable force, then used as bait to draw her partner down the path to his own death. Unattainability, the shape of something fleeing in front of you, elicits a powerful reaction to follow, to hunt, to chase. Jessa fell victim to that reaction. Camilla, and the white hind, did not.

3: The Myth of Diana and Actaeon, EverymanHYBRID, and The Secret History--Madness

The Diana and Actaeon Fountain at the Caserta Royal Palace:

The detail of the fountain shown depicts the pivotal scene in the myth of Actaeon and Artemis, where Actaeon, mid-transformation into a stag, is killed for the slight of viewing the goddess Artemis nude.The sculpture shows the transformation in no mercy, plain in its depiction of Actaeon’s pain and terror, and the simple ferocity of the hounds that surround him.

EverymanHYBRID, “May & June”:

A shot of Jeff, blood spattered across him, speaking with a shocked and angry tone. The captions read, “Jeff: Why were we doing that? That was...that’s not what we were looking for. We knew damned well that wasn’t what we were trying to kill. (Vince: Close enough.) It was a deer! It was a fucking deer! I tried to pull you off, you tried to punch me in the fucking face!”

The Secret History, on the Greeks’ view of beauty and terror (bold for emphasis):

“Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful to souls like the Greeks or to our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripedes speaks of the Maenads: head thrown back, throat to the stars, ‘more like deer than human being’.”

Parallels drawn:

Most depictions of Actaeon, sculpture or painting, usually show him with antlers or a deer lower body, leaving his head and face a recognizable human shape. However, the sculptor here decided to subvert expectations and leave his body human, giving Actaeon the animal head of a stag. The loss of control and the descent from human to animal is not glorified or made palatable by the mere addition of a crown of antlers--there is only the one constant, fear, that follows him all the way down. Madness may be defined as a loss of control, and there may be something beautiful and terrifying in feeling your sanity slip through your own fingers. Jeff, Evan, and Vinnie are overtaken by brief, inexplicable madness and tear apart a deer as they come dangerously close to uncovering exactly who and what is hunting them. They skate close to seeing soemthing they shouldn't see. It is only Jeff who looks up, shocked by the blood on his hands, and voices his fear. Vinnie, apathetic, lets it go. But Evan, houndlike and irrational, defends his kill.

4: EverymanHYBRID & Hannibal--Warnings and Temptation

EverymanHYBRID, “May & June”:

A shot of Evan, spattered heavily with blood, standing with shoulders caved in protectively. His left hand is raised to his mouth, with his hair covering his eyes, and he is licking the blood off of his fingers.

“Shot Through The Hart, and Hannibal’s To Blame” (bold for emphasis):

“In my post about ravens, I talked about how it’s not always easy to tell what the Ravenstag really means. Is it evidence of the Hannibalesque elements of Will’s soul? Or a warning of those parts growing within him? Does the Ravenstag urge Will forward on his journey, or warn him of what’s to come?”

Hannibal, Season 1, Episode 1 “Aperitif”:

A shot of the Ravenstag, staring directly into the camera with one hoof up, as if to approach. There are black feathers interwoven with its pelt and its eyes have an uncanny shine.

Parallels drawn:

On a naturalistic note, deer are skittish creatures. They have thin legs and a sleek body, made for running. A small head and big eyes, placed wide-set to see coming predators. Keen ears. They are ready at any moment to sense danger, warn others, and flee. When a deer does not move, it is either safe or sizing up its options, either accepting where it is or preparing to run. Deer, staring directly at the viewer, come as a sympathetic warning to flee or, in its dark eyes and firm stance, a temptation. Me tangere, they say. Come closer. We are one and the same. In Bryan Fuller’s Hannibal, the commanding presence of the Ravenstag serves as both a warning and a beckoning temptation to turn his feet down the darker path. It is otherworldly, black-furred and feathered, and yet a warning of events rooted in the real world--does Will understand what danger he is in upon meeting Hannibal and take the warning, or will he ignore it, sensing that same darkness in himself, that same potential for corruption? In EverymanHYBRID, it is that same killing of a deer that hints at that same potential for darkness growing inside Evan. He licks at his fingers, animalistic, fully ignoring his own Ravenstag warning signs for the delight of the hunt. Is he Evan anymore? Or is something else growing inside him?

5: EverymanHYBRID & Hannibal--Predator and Prey, or the Final Act

EverymanHybrid, “:D”:

A shot of HABIT, looking up a set of stairs with one foot on the bottom step. In one hand down by his side, he is holding a knife. His posture is tilted forward, poised, ready to spring into action, like that of a hunter.

“Shot Through The Hart, and Hannibal’s To Blame” (bold for emphasis):

“The idea of deer as symbols of rebirth also stands out to me. Hannibal is a series obsessed with becoming and transformation. People start one way, and are reborn as something completely other by the end of the show. There’s even a character sewn up into a deceased pregnant horse in the hopes that when she’s released, she will be literally reborn as something different. It’s thus a neat fit, this significance of deer with the themes of the show.”

EverymanHYBRID, “:D”:

A shot of Jeff, looking up and to the side with an expression of caution and fear. His eyes are unnerved, squinting as, from offscreen, HABIT’s hand plays idly with his hat.

Parallels drawn:

The first and final incarnation of the deer is, of course, prey. Beyond and before any symbolism of innocence and wildness and warnings, deer are prey animals, to be hunted and devoured. And yet, in keeping with the concept of contrasting symbolism, deer are not helpless. Yearly, they shed and regrow their antlers in a transformation of horn and blood. At the climax of EverymanHYBRID, the final reveal, the final transformation, comes to fruition. HABIT, formerly Evan, takes its place as the Hunter, the archetypal predator, with Jeff shown most prominently as the Prey. Jeff’s luck has run its course, with him in the chair as the sacrificial prey-victim to fall to HABIT’s knife. HABIT, reborn, reiterated, made incarnate through Evan’s unwilling transformation, is poised to start the hunt. This is the big reveal, the crux of the transformation, Actaeon caught mid-transfiguration and the bloody sloughing-off of velvet humanity to reveal perfect and gleaming antlers. This is what it comes down to, time and time again. The hunter and the hunted. The wilderness embraced and the wilderness captured, and the monstrosity in that act.

Works Cited

Callimachus. Actaeon and Artemis. C. 220 BC

Fuller, Bryan. “Apetirif.” Hannibal, season 1, episode 1, NBC, 4 Apr. 2013.

Koval, J., Caffarello, V., &; Jennings, E. (Directors). (2011, July 12). May & June [Video file].

Koval, J., Caffarello, V., &; Jennings, E. (Directors). (2012, October 9). :D [Video file].

Tartt, Donna. The Secret History. Penguin, 2006.

Uhminuh. “Shot Through the Hart, and Hannibal's to Blame.” Read the Rude, Wordpress, 19 July 2020.

Wyatt, Thomas. “Whoso List to Hunt, I Know where is an Hind.” c. 1530.

Honorary mention to this fanart by @/rrhaes that started this whole spiral

#emh #everymanhybrid #flickerthoughts #flicker wrote this #i'm serious when i say this has been brewing in my head for a calendar year #i finally pieced it together at the beginning of this week and it's STILL incomprehensible but i think the vibes are there #emh my beloved emh and the themes and motifs and symbolism that exists in my head #i have a love hate relationship w the secret history but i put it all in here #also i am two eps deep in hannibal but i think i got the gist idk #anyways i want you all to know i REALLY wanted to work in the iphigenia/steph parallels but it just didn't make sense in this context #maybe i'll post it later idk but!!! here take this #in keeping with the theme of my best literary analysis showing up when i'm at my breaking point wrt life #this :handshake: reylux parallels post -- created under emotional duress #i rly wanna do one that's like 'slenderverse women + being followed' bc that's a FEELING.#if i am saying the emh boys are actaeon torn to shreds by their own dogs after they hunt the wrong prey.....that's my business lmao #should i tag the other stuff? here i'll tag em here so they don't show up in search #hannibal #the secret history #flicker's meta

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renee-writer · 3 years ago

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Accidentally Roomies Chapter 82

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“Your up to something.” He gives her a comical, ' who me?’ look even as his wame twists and jumps. “You are.”

He keeps his lips tightly shut as he leads her deeper into the park. His destination is the double swing in the beautiful tree lined path. It is a place for the strollers to rest. It was also, in his mind, the perfect place to ask her.

They arrive and her invites her to sit by him. “You’re right, I am. I have something to discuss with you. This seems the perfect place.”

“It is beautiful but what couldn’t we discuss at home?” He had thought about it, actually. But, it was to important to be asked across their table, on the couch or even, on their bed.

“The future. I know we haven’t known each other long in actual time but, with all that has happened, it is like a lot longer.”

“I agree with that.”

“Couples should really know each other, and even through I have yet to introduce you to my family, I promise to soon, ah, yeah we do know each other well.”

“Yes we do.”

“I love you. Claire I love you so very much. I will never love another like I love you.”

“I love you too Jamie. More then I thought possible.” She is beginning to get it and her heart is starting to pound.

“I love Faith like a little sister, or even daughter. I believe she cares for me.”

“Jamie she adores you.” He starts to gently swing.

“Good. That’s brilliant. I spoke to your dads. Henry and Lamb. I wanted to make sure and wasn’t sure who I needed to speak to.”

Now she is sure and feels a sense of anticipation and building joy. Just ask, she wants to scream.

“I ask for your hand. For there is no one else I want in my life, no one else I want to build a family with. Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp, will you do me the honor of marrying me, taken my hand, my name, my clan, my family? Allowing me the honor of helping you raise Faith, of raising our other children together? Will you walk with my, in good times and bad, through the rest of our lives?”

Tears enter her eyes as she nods vigorously. “Yes! Yes Jamie.”

His hands shake as he pulls the box out of his pocket. The ring inside is perfect. A small diamond surrounded by two smaller ones in a setting of rose gold. “I debated and debated. But this one just spoke your name.”

“Jamie, it is perfect.” He slips it on her left ring finger. Then he kisses it and then her. When they pull apart, tears are in both their eyes. “I love you Jamie. How I love you.”

#my writing #outlander fanfic #accidentally roomies #chapter 82 #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom #modern au

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falcqns · 4 years ago

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Kiwi

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: Direct sequel to Medicine, spread out over a few months.

Warnings: smut, angst, mentions of childbirth and pregnancy

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

Kiwi

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect

You woke up the next morning to the feeling of Henry trailing kisses along your neck. You moaned slightly at the feeling before rolling over to face him.

“Good morning,” You whispered, and he smiled at your tiredness.

“Good morning, angel,”

You snuggled in to him closer, relishing in his warmth.

He smiled, and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “I’ve been wanting that for so long,” He said.

You giggled. “Me too. I just got tired of watching you be flirted with, and you unconsciously flirting back.”

Henry chuckled once more before pulling the blanket off of your body, and climbing on top of you once more.

“Mmm, well,” He started. “I thought that you didn't like me like that so I had direct my feelings somewhere,”

You giggled, and kissed him. “I’m glad I made a move, then,”

Henry broke out into a smile.

“Me too, my love. Now, I am starving, as I am sure you are, so let’s go get food.”

And all the boys, they were saying they were into it Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

“Kal, you gotta stop bugging me buddy, I’m trying to make dinner for your daddy, who should be home any minute,” You said, glancing between the very excited Akita and the clock.

Henry had been on set all day filming, and since your next film hadn’t started pre production yet, you didn’t have anything to do.

Instead, you had taken up babysitting Kal whenever Henry couldn't bring him to set.

It was a Friday, and wanted to cook Henry a nice meal, but was having trouble due to Kal wanting to be involved in everything you were doing, even if it meant following you to the bathroom.

You managed to plate the chicken parm and veggies just when Henry entered the kitchen.

“Hey baby,” He said, before pulling you into his arms. You immediately wrapped your arms around him, and embraced him tightly.

“Hey, how was filming?” You asked, handing him his plate before walking into the dining room with yours in hand.

The two of you sat at the table, and Henry told you about his day.

As soon as the dinner dishes were cleared away, you were hauled up and over Henrys shoulder.

“Henry, what are you doing?” You asked, while trying to free yourself from his grasp.

“What? It’s dessert time!”

She's driving me crazy, but I'm into it, but I'm into it I'm kind of into it

“You should just ask him already!” Freya said. You were on FaceTime, during Christmas, and your conversation had quickly turned to talking about Henry.

“I don't think he’s even looking for anything serious, so why should he care if I go out with another guy?” You said, while opening a fruit snack for your little brother.

“Well, he shouldn't, but he’s pretty serious about you, Y/N,” She answered.

You watched as your brother walked away from you, back to his tablet to play Roblox while you thought of what to say.

“I’m serious about him too, we’ve just never actually had the talk about what we are, and I don't know how to approach something like that with him,” You reasoned.

“Well, I would do it soon, because Lucy is starting on set next week, so I’d bag that man while you still have the chance,”

“Yeah, you're right. I’ll talk to him.” You resolved, and Freya cheered.

“Thank god because if I had to deal with Lucy fawning over him again for a whole year I’d pull a Calanthe,”

it's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it Oh, I think she said "I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

You were fucked. Royally fucked.

You were pregnant. Specifically, with Henry’s baby.

You two weren't even dating, and you were going to have his child. You understood now why Kal was being so stubborn, and wanting to be with you 24/7. He knew you were pregnant, and was trying to protect you.

You were going to set today, to surprise him, so you decided to tell him.

You didn't know how he would react, but you were hoping it would be good, so you went out and bought a Superman onesie, and put it in a gift bag with the sonogram and one of the many pregnancy tests you had taken.

You were excited to tell him, but that excitement died down when you had gotten to set, and entered Henry’s trailer. He was sat on the couch, with Lucy beside him.

The two of them were sitting very close, and was laughing about something.

Henry’s eyes widened immediately when he saw you enter his trailer.

“B-baby, what are you doing here?” He stuttered.

“Well,” You said, anger bubbling up inside you. “I was coming to surprise you, but obviously you're busy, so I’ll just leave,” You said. You placed the gift bag on the table next to you and stormed out.

“Fuck,” He said, when you slammed his trailer door shut.

Lucy cleared her throat. “Well, I’m just gonna go,” She said.

“I didn't realize you had a girlfriend, I’m so sorry,”

Henry shook his head. “She’s not my girlfriend, yet anyways, but it’s okay. You didn't know.”

They two of them said goodbye, and Lucy headed out. His eyes drifted over to the gift you had brought him.

He grabbed the small bag, and opened it. He pulled out the onesie and his heart dropped.

You were coming to tell him he was going to be a father, and he broke your heart.

He pulled the sonogram out of the bag, and sat back down on the couch, tears escaping his blue eyes as he stared down at the pictures of his baby.

It's New York, baby, always jacked up Holland Tunnel for a nose, it's always backed up

He put the sonogram and the onesie back in the bag, and grabbed his car keys.

He needed to see you, and make sure you were okay.

He ran out of his trailer, and off set, only stopping to let Lauren know what happened and where he was going.

He sped to your apartment, where he knew you'd gone.

He hopped out of the car, and raced to your apartment door, the bag still in tow.

A loud pounding came on the door, and you managed to muster enough strength to get out of bed and pull yourself to the door.

The second you opened the door, you saw a large black wall come right at your face, and before you knew it, you were wrapped up in the warmth and scent of Henry.

“I am so, so sorry,” He sobbed out into your shoulder. “Please, baby. Please believe me,”

Your hands came around his waist, and you began to cry again.

“I’m sorry too.”

He immediately pulled back and looked you in the eyes. “Don't. Don’t apologize. I should have asked you that morning to be my girlfriend and I didn't. Now you're pregnant, with my baby, and I just broke your heart.”

You looked up at him once more. “I just want you to be happy. If you're happier with her, I understand. I don't expect you to be involved if you don't want to.”

He didn't say anything, but shut the door, scooped you up, and carried you over to the couch.

He sat down with you on his lap. He hiked your shirt up, and laid his hand on your slightly bloated stomach.

“I only have eyes for you, and I want to be involved. I mean, you know how much I want kids.” He said, his eyes not leaving your stomach. “Please, be mine,” He begged, finally meeting your eyes.

You smiled. “Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend,” You whispered, before pressing a kiss to his lips.

He shook his head when you pulled back. “N-no. I want you to be my wife.”

Your eyes widened, but a smile spread across your face.

“Yes, of course.”

When she's alone, she goes home to a cactus In a black dress, she's such an actress

Your hands were played on Henry’s chest for support, your diamond wedding ring sparkling in the daylight. He had one hand on your hip, and the other over the small bump that had begun to show while you rocked yourself over his hard cock.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” Henry groaned. He was absolutely loving your changing hormones, especially right now, as it meant you were alway horny for him.

“Mmm,” You whimpered out, your hips moving even faster above him as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“Such a pretty baby,” Henry cooed at you, spurring you on. “Making me feel so so good,”

You cried out as your orgasm surged through you. Your back arched, legs trembled, and your walls squeezed Henry.

You felt Henry grip your hips even harder, and flipped you onto your back. He braced his arms on either side on either side of your head, before drilling his cock into you intently.

“Fuck, baby,” He murmured as he dropped his head to your neck, and trailing kisses down your neck. “Wanna keep you like this all the time baby, so full of my baby,”

You groaned out, and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down for kisses.

“C’mon, baby, I know you're close,” You breathed in his ear, and he was sent over the edge. He pushed all the way in, and shuddered as the waves of pleasure washed over him.

He pulled out of you, and rolled onto his side.

He pulled you close to him, and placed his hand on your belly.

“5 more months,” You whispered in your ear, and he smiled.

She sits beside me like a silhouette Hard candy dripping on me 'til my feet are wet And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it (cha-ching) It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this

Henry knew from the moment that your daughter entered the world, that he had, 100%, made the right decision by taking you home a year ago.

It had been a long journey to get here, but he had a wonderful wife, and a beautiful little girl named Cirilla, and that’s all he could ever have asked for.

#henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry!holmes #thewitcher #geralt of rivia

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captcas · 4 years ago

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Worth Fighting For [12/?]

WORTH FIGHTING FOR by capthamm

Killian “Hook” Jones is a dominate up and comer in the UFC while Emma “The Savior” Swan’s career was cut short. When Hook’s manager moves up and the office brings in UFC’s youngest legend to keep him in check, will either of them be able to handle it?

read on ao3 // tumblr: ch 1/ ch 2 / ch 3 / ch 4 / ch 5 / ch 6 / ch 7 / ch 8 / ch 9 / ch 10 / ch 11 [Chapter 12/?]

The three weeks between that and Killian’s fight flew at lightspeed. Between training (together), press conferences (together), and general life (also, together), Emma found herself spending almost every moment with Killian without really knowing what hit her.

He wove himself into her life with an ease she would’ve found scary if she wasn’t so damn happy.

After meeting, Killian and Henry begged to be together daily. It started with short bursts– lunch here, a trip to the park there– and eventually it became week long movie nights with the three of them cuddled up on the couch. Any thought she had of slowing things down was abruptly erased by Henry’s overall excitement just to be with Killian.

The night the two of them fell asleep together in Henry’s bed mid-bedtime story was the proverbial nail in the coffin.

That’s how she finds herself sitting outside the locker room killing time before Killian has to prep for weigh-ins. Henry was already in their seats, Ruby keeping an eye on him while he oogles at the stage being constructed. Emma has been able to mostly ignore the reality of tonight– and tomorrow night– by managing Killian’s social accounts and keeping Regina off her back. (Let’s just say her boss doesn’t know the full extent of their relationship and Emma would like to keep it that way at least until this weekend is over and not just because even she doesn’t know the full extent.)

Emma hears the announcer call for fighters to the locker rooms and it snaps her out of her own thoughts.

Killian has to go. They– mostly Emma– have been dreading this night since the moment they found out it was Neal. It was only three weeks ago, but somehow everything has changed and it feels like a different lifetime. Killian must have resigned to his fate as well, “Duty calls, love.” He kisses her on the forehead and she leans into the contact. Emma nods but is reluctant to remove her arms from their comfortable spot on his hips. She’s about to wish him luck when he pulls a long silver chain from his pocket. Dangling from the end is a beautiful ring– rubies set with diamonds across a twisted silver band.

Oh shit.

“Whoa. Whoa, whoa, wh–”

He rolls his eyes, “Calm down, Swan. I’m not proposing.”

She nods with a tight smile, ignoring the rush of disappointment that floods her mind. It’s barely been a month, she should not be disappointed. He smirks, probably reading her like a book per usual, but continues anyway, “You know I’m good at surviving the octagon, yeah? Well, this ring is why. I’ve had it for many years, it’s the reason I’m alive. The reason I’m here today.”

“Killian–”

“I want you to have it this weekend. Keep a piece of me with you. Tomorrow may be a bloody awful night for me but I can’t imagine the war raging behind those beautiful eyes of yours, love.” He brushes a small piece of hair off the apple of her cheek before placing the ring carefully in her hand. She clutches it tightly before pressing up on her toes to place a gentle kiss against his lips.

“Thank you.”

He smiles, something bright and happy that reaches his eyes but is reserved for her, “Don’t mention it, Swan. I’ve got all the luck I need right here.” He squeezes her waist, eliciting a small giggle as he focuses in on a slight ticklish spot. Killian kisses her temple once more before they finally part.

“Go get him, Jones.” She can’t help the grin that spreads across her face despite the potential danger Killian is walking into.

He turns back to respond, “Aye, love. Tomorrow night, that’s the plan. It’s only weigh-ins, what could go wrong?” With a wink and a smirk he heads into the locker room and Emma notices the ring still clutched tightly in her fist. Taking it gently, Emma places it over her neck, the weight of the ring heavy atop her chest.

It feels like a lifeline.

Emma takes a deep breath before cracking her neck and slipping into her very real position as Killian’s PR manager. Henry is here tonight, so despite her job, she figures she should check on him first– that is if he hasn’t already tried to come find her. As she walks out from behind the stage she bumps into someone solid. Nausea hits her like a freight train as a familiar scent takes over. The hands on her shoulders seer like fire and she looks up only on instinct.

She swears her blood runs cold at the sound of his voice, “Ems?”

Before she can react, another familiar voice cuts through blood rushing in her ears, “Mom?”

Emma can feel the indent of the ring carving itself into the palm of her hand as she realizes what’s about to happen. Maybe lifeline was an understatement? She reached for the ring instinctively as she realized the moment she had hoped would never come was hovering right in front of her.

She closes her eyes and hears Killian’s voice in her head, “ You can do this, Swan.”

Somehow that’s all the push she needs. Turning to Henry, she ignores the close proximity of his father. “Henry! You were supposed to wait by the seats.”

Her eyes never leave her son. “I was going to but Ruby said I could get popcorn and when I heard them call Hook back I figured you’d be coming out soon so I figured I’d wait for you.” He turns to Neal. “Oh my god, you’re The Fire !!!!”

Neal looks like he’s been tased. Emma pleads with him telepathically to ignore the fact that this is his unmistakably his son.

She never was good at telepathy.

“I am! And you must be Henry.” Neal smiles at him and then turns to Emma for confirmation– she nods slightly despite him barely deserving that. Henry’s eyes light up.

“Did Hook tell you about me?! Mom, do you know Neal Cassidy, too?!” Neal’s eyes turn from amusement to confusion before he turns to Emma.

“Hook?” The word sounds like poison as it cuts across the space between him and Emma.

Henry speaks before Emma can form an explanation, “Yeah! Killian is my mom’s client. She helps him run his Twitter and stuff. Does she do that for you too?”

Oh yeah, client, right.

Neal gives her one more look before turning back to Henry, “Nope, not for me. Your mom and I are just old friends.” Acid. He sounds like he’s spitting acid. Emma has to choke back a scoff.

How did Emma ever fall for this shit?

“Oh, Killian and mom are friends too. He’s over pretty much every night. I think he likes me better though.” Emma can’t stop a smile from breaking out across her face. She grabs Henry and pulls him in for a hug.

“I think you’re right, kid.” Emma’s eyes meet Neal’s and he’s about to speak when a trainer comes up behind him and whisks him away. Something in his gaze tells her that this conversation isn’t over, but he says bye to Henry who waves before completely moving on to the veteran athletes he saw while waiting in the concession lines. Once he’s out of sight Emma takes a moment to focus her breathing— the cool temperature of Killian’s gift against her thumb effectively grounding her.

This ring really is a godsend– or maybe that’s just the man who gave it to her.

. . .

Killian is sitting in the middle of the sparring gym when he hears his moniker called by an unfamiliar voice. Whoever it is sounds angry. It’s weigh-ins so this level of hostility is usually a show for the cameras, but it’s also usually reserved for fighters who actually know each other.

“Killian Jones.” The use of his full name causes Killian to stand, coming face to face with Neal. He’s only seen him in photos and on tape, but he’d recognize him anywhere. Ice fills Killian’s veins before turning to white hot rage. He’s got half a mind to knock him flat on his arse but knows better than to fight outside the ring.

He opts for civility instead, “Ah, you must be Mr. Cassidy.” Killian squares with him, sizing him up. Despite his clearly trained stature, Killian knows Neal is a coward.

No man who gives up a boy like Henry could be anything less.

“Stay away from my son.”

That was not what Killian expected, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Neal is fired up for some reason or another. Killian can’t imagine why, unless– Emma .

Neal must’ve ran into Emma and Henry before coming back. Killian drops the niceties, “ Your son? I believe there’s a hefty packet of legal papers that says quite the opposite, mate.”

He watches the rage fill up Neal’s face and his arm begin to form a fist. As Killian responds, Neal’s trainer is coming up behind him. “Not here, Cassidy. Save it for the octagon.”

As the trainer pulls Neal away, Killian doesn’t let the wash of relief exit in a sigh, but he feels it all the same. Neal turns to him once more,“We’ll settle this tomorrow, Jones. You don’t get to steal my life.” He clearly has a compulsory need for having the last word.

Too bad so does Killian.

As Neal approaches the door separating their designated gyms, Killian calls out once more, “It’s not stealing when you give them up in the first place. Finders keepers, mate.” He winks as Neal crosses into the other room, his trainers keeping him pointed in the right direction.

That’s when Robin walks up behind Killian, “What the hell was that about? I thought you two didn’t even know each other.”

“A man unwilling to fight for what he wants, deserves what he gets, Robin. It seems Mr. Cassidy is regretting his choice not to fight.” Killian turns to his best friend and finds only understanding in his eyes.

Robin claps his hand onto Killian’s shoulder, “Kick his ass, Jones.”

Nodding, Killian straps his gloves on. “My plan precisely, boss.”

...

@mariakov81 @kmomof4 @superchocovian @pirateherokillian @teamhook @bawley-bug @let-it-raines

#cs ff #emma swan #killian jones #Captain Swan #captain swan ff #worth fighting for #capthamm #im sorry this took so long

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