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A Marine Biologist

Tonowari x F!Reader x Ronal

Pandora was a beautiful planet that had a brand new ocean to explore, you knew you would fall in love with all of the life that existed in and around it but you didn’t think your love would end up this far.

Back in the Day Part 2

Taking a seat on the worn down chair you clicked through the hundred of tabs open on the holographic screen, going over the importance of each one until the screen was taken over by a call, fixing up your poster and leaning away from the screen you answered the call, a smile on your lips when Grace’s face took up the screen, “good morning Dr (L/N),” (if your name just happens to be Sully, you might want to change it)

“Morning Dr Augustine, what happened this time? Did they cut the budget again,”

“Thankfully no, but I did learn I have to deal with a marine after his brother went and died on me,”

“God hope he’s resting peacefully,”

“He got shot while being mugged, poor bastard’s most likely cursing the heavens for not being able to be killed here,”

“I know I would be, look just keep the newbie busy with simple orders, it’s how I used to keep my brother occupied,”

“Oh yeah, one of your brother’s military, whatever happened to him?” leaning back into the seat you turned to the old framed photo of you and your brothers, a frown overtaking your smile, “no idea, we got into a fight right before he went off to fight in Venezuela, while he was gone I got into a fight with Tommy and in a fit of anger and pettiness I came up here,”

“I’m guessing being asleep for six years didn’t help the relationships,” chuckling with the older women you lifted your mug to your lips, soon sinking into yourself and the chair, “am I a shitty sister?”

“Yeah,” snorting into the liquid you slapped the screen, the older women laughing at you, “what the hell Grace, you were meant to make me feel better you piece of shit,” laughing with one another Grace was soon distracted by voices in the background, the older woman getting out of her chair and moving away from the screen, shouting at the voices for a few minutes in the background.

“Sorry (N/N) I have go, the newbies are having their first link up,”

“Oh ‘nother tip, watch the marine, they’re very observant and when they get a bit of down time they’ll B-line to the first thing that catches their eye,”

“Will do,” when the call was ended you looked down to the clock, lifting yourself off of the chair with a groan you started your march towards the link units with mug in hand. Entering the lab you made your way to the unit where a certain marine was waiting, “good morning sweetheart,” even though you barely understood the scottish man at times his voice still ran like butter, soothing you every time you heard him, “morning soldier, you the one who’ll be watching my ass today?”

“Why wouldn’t I be, I am the best at it,” shoving the now empty mug into his hands you pushed past him, starting up the unit, “well you better hurry up and get out there big man, I have an early start today and I don’t mind replacing you,” with a laugh rumbled from his chest the scottish man moved over to the unit next to yours with a very obvious sway to his hips.

Lifting yourself up into the link unit you did your part to prepared yourself with one of the many scientists by your side securing you in, “reading say the tulkuns will be passing by the station, stay alert and keep your watchdog under control, we don’t need those blue monkeys coming after us because we hurt their pets,” humming in agreement you reached for the strap attached to the lid of the unit, pulling it down and blocking off the outside world.

As you laid there trying to clear your mind the cooling blue of the unit turned a flashing red, sirens blaring over the screams of your crew, as water crept up your legs your bashed against the metal door, tearing up your throat as you screamed for someone to hear you, as the water reached your shoulders you were shoved away from the door as a loud bang rung out behind the metal, the banging repeated over and over, each time the metal bending more and more out of shape, taking your last breath you sunk under the water, begging for the metal to just give up. With one last bash the metal door flung off, the happy squeals coming from the outside turning into frightened squeals as the metal slammed into you.

Gasping for air you sat up from your position in Rolan’s arms, your rapid hot breath fogging up the perspex of your mask, “ma love?” swallowing at the dryness of your throat you turned back to Rolan, seeing the larger women leaning up on her elbow, “oh sweetheart it’s, everything’s ok,” laying back down with a thud you went to take her face into your hands, the two of you disturbed by the large man next to you jumping awake, “wah, what’s happening,” hushing Tonowari you gently pushed him back down, soothing him back to sleep by caressing his cheek and hair, whispering into his ear while Ronal messed with his torso, ensuring the two small lumps of blue on his chest were secure in his arm.

Leaning back you admired the two boys, their chubby little bodies smooched up against one another and their father as they slept, “how are they a month old and still so small,” cooing you brushed your hand over the hair of the children, the full Metkayina stirring at your touch. Pressing herself against your back Ronal joined you in your admiration, her arm wrapped around your waist, “they’ll grow into strong warriors soon, just give them a few more months,” rolling you over Ronal lifting you up against her chest, pulling you back down to the floor, her massive hands brushing over your back. Whenever she used her size against you, you couldn’t help but think she was glad you lost your avatar, her need for control satiated by how easily she could manipulate your smaller body.

“What was your nightmare?” humming you lifted your head up, staring down into those large blue eyes, “no one wakes up like that if they didn’t have a bad dream, plus your face is very red, your cheeks are stained with tears and you’re sticky,” bringing your hand up to your cheek you felt the dried tears, the discovery causing your face to flush even more, “oh, I didn’t think that would’ve caused me to cry,”

“Well what was it?”

“It started off with the day I meet the two of you, I remember the conversation I had with Grace, I remember hearing about the tulkuns, I even remember the smell of that freshly cleaned pod, then it, it turned into that day,”

“And that is where the pain came from, oh ma love,” hitting the hand that tried to caress your face you rolled off Ronal, back to your spot between your mates, “there’s no need to fuss I’m ok, it was just a dream,”

“A dream about one of the most horrible days of your life,” avoiding Ronal’s gaze you sunk into the makeshift mattress, blinking away the tears in your eyes, “are you ok going back to sleep?” shrugging you started at the intricate roof, not fighting against the body that curled around you, “try dreaming about something else, something that brings you joy,” turning your head to Tonowari you looked up at your boys, a smile crossing your lips, “those two knuckleheads are most likely out there having the time of their lives, oh the shit they could’ve gotten into over the years,”

“Tell me darling,”

“Well, Tommy’s probably out there on some new distant planet that humans discovered, nerding out over the dirt and falling in love with the life on it or he’s still on Earth fixing every problem they have, becoming the legend who saved the planet,” yawning you buried yourself into Rolan, your mate smoothing the hair stuck to your forehead back, “and Sh’ake?”

“Jake’s either still on Earth with a bunch of children, still going off to war but he’s instilled patriotism in them and trains with them every time he comes home or he was promoted into the interstellar military where he’s one of the most decorated and respected soldiers, and he has a bunch of illegitimate children with some wanting him dead for abandoning their mother,”

“Those are truly great dreams you have for your brothers,” looking down at you Ronal found your eye’s closed and your breathing gentle and calm, an overwhelming sense of pride over taking her.

#avatar #Avatar 2 #avatar way of water #avatar jake #avatar tonowari #avatar ronal #avatar tonowari x reader #avatar ronal x reader #tonowari x ronal #tonowari x reader #ronal x reader

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I lost my cool and legit yelled at a customer today, for the first time in maybe ever (been in retail 6.5 years now). And I’m not even gonna get in trouble because my manager’s amazing.

So first some background: five months ago, corporate took out 6/8 of our registers and gave us 4 self-checkouts (henceforth abbreviated to SCO), leaving us with only two real registers. Also, today I had about five full carriages worth of clearance to put price stickers on as a side task.

So this lady comes up with her kid (kid never said a word, I pass no judgement on her) and says “what, are there no registers open?” but dripping with attitude, a running theme throughout everything she says to me. I’m busy with the clearance, so trying to gently direct people to use SCO so I can keep working on that, so I say “if you’re using SCO, there are four” because no one else was up front. She’s like “where’s the SCO?” and I say “the big white things” and point to the one directly in front of her. Then it’s “I didn’t know you had SCO” “that’s why we’ve got the signs up there” and point to the signs above her head.

And now I guess I’ve pissed her off for not apologizing because she can’t be bothered to use her eyes and brain together. She starts telling me I have a DiSgUsTiNg attitude, and that I seem miserable. Which is when I start yelling, that I AM miserable because I’m SICK. (I always wear a fabric mask at work, but I double-masked today, wearing a medical-grade one under the fabric mask.)

So then she starts going on about how I should be home if I’m sick, and I tell her I have been all week but no one could cover this shift for me (I’m also mostly better now, just occasionally coughing up the leftover junk in my lungs). And she doesn’t wanna hear it, because god forbid I be an actual person and not a retail robot.

(I don’t do well with confrontation, so by this point I’m physically shaking.)

So then she wants a manager. So on the walkie talkie I’m like “[Store Leader] I need you at the front Right Now”. She’s great, all the managers are great, so she hurries up front and takes over. The lady’s now saying she has cash and can’t use the SCO (never mentioning cash before that). So S takes her on a real register while I keep tagging the clearance. And the lady’s telling her my attitude was DiSgUsTiNg, like actually emphasizing it in a way even S was making fun of after. And saying her daughter shouldn’t have to see that on her birthday. (My brain when I heard that: Bitch, you’re the one who STARTED all this by being a cunt for no fucking reason).

But so S finishes up and gets her out, and by then two other managers, L and B, had come up to see what was happening, because they’d heard my yelling and my plea for S to come up right away. As S was ringing the lady up, she asked for my name, which S did give her, but when she and I were telling L and B about what had happened, S said “yeah if she complains to the district manager it’s whatever, he always checks with me about employee complaints”. And S straight up said that if he does call to check about a complaint, she’ll say “oh that’s so weird, OP’s one of my friendliest cashiers [true, my name literally means happy and I am quite the embodiment of it], I can’t imagine she’d do something like that”.

I very much do not recommend trying this course of action, but damn does it feel amazing to be so well backed up by my managers ❤️

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shadamyheadcanons · 1 year

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Hi there! I was wondering about the IDW comics-is there a way to read them online? I've been trying to find a way to read them but it seems like you have to buy them one by one. Thanks!

Tbh, I’ve been reading them online here, but I’ll be buying them soon. I’m just not sure which format I want yet. IDW has digital copies on their website - issue #1 is $1.99, and volume 1 (the first 12 issues) is $19.99. Places like Amazon, ebay, and Barnes & Noble have them, too. The art is incredible, and I would much prefer to buy physical copies so I could see it on an actual page, but the prices are pretty steep, especially for those fancy hardcover volumes, and they’re frequently out of stock, so I’ve been hemming and hawing about it.

They did release a FREE issue about Tangle and Whisper, so if you’ve ever been curious about those two, check it out here! I really like them.

I’d highly recommend IDW not just to Sonic fans, but to literally anyone with eyes. It’s great for a million reasons, but I’ll focus on the art here. The covers are beautiful and action-packed, right from cover A for issue 1...

(Artists: Tracy Yardley & Tyson Hesse)

...to the latest, beautiful renaissance-inspired cover B for issue 59:

(Artist: Natalie Haines)

She made an actual painting for this, and she’s damn proud of it. As she should be. Just look at it!

More pretty IDW art and accompanying ranting under the cut.

I adore the introductions they give to the characters. Here’s Amy being a cute badass in issue 2. She’s earned it!!!

(Artist: Adam Bryce Thomas)

Side note: I like how they introduce characters in the order they were created, so Tails was issue 1, and issue 2 featured Amy. Knuckles didn’t show up until issue 3! This series gives Amy her proper place right from the get-go. It’s a nice touch.

Blaze is always cool in IDW--well, figuratively speaking. Look at her awesome introduction in issue 4!

(Artist - Evan Stanley, colorist - Matt Herms)

IDW’s artists do a great job portraying dynamic motion and physical impacts. There’s another really cool use of her powers later on, but I don’t want to spoil it! 👀

It’s not just the characters. The backgrounds and scenery are great, too. This is Angel Island from issue 9. Love the foreshortening in the back:

(Artist - Tracy Yardley, colorist - Matt Herms)

And the art being as good as it is fuels how strong the characters are. When was the last time the games properly showcased Amy and Cream’s friendship? IDW does it right, and issue 22’s art reinforces that:

(Artist: Priscilla Tramontano)

The context makes it significantly more heartwarming, too, but it’s another spoiler.

Apart from Amy, the one character who I think benefits most from this is Silver. This is his cutest, dorkiest, most endearing iteration yet, and I am here for it! Top two images are from issue 8, and the gardening segments below them are from IDW’s 2019 annual. It has some cute Silver/Blaze moments, and it doesn’t have any real spoilers for the main series. You can read it independently. It’s $3.99 on IDW’s website.

(Issue 8 artist - Evan Stanley, colorist - Matt Herms) (Annual 2019 artists - Jonathan Gray, Jack Lawrence, Jennifer Hernandez, and Diana Skelly)

I can’t help but smile whenever I see him. He’s cute in other iterations, too, but I always picture IDW when I write Silver.

Oh, and one last thing: after Amy and Silver’s cute meeting in Sonic 06, I headcanoned that she has a tendency to mother him. It fits well into the Shadamy-Descendent-Silver theory (y’know, that concept that was “sarcastically” suggested by Ian Flynn, Mr. IDW himself?), and I incorporated it into Shellshock. It was only after I’d gotten into the habit of writing them that way that I read further in IDW and ran into instances like these (spoilers removed):

(Issue 14 artist - Tracy Yardley, colorist - Leonardo Ito) (Issue 25 artist - Adam Bryce Thomas, colorist - Matt Herms)

And she is always the one to do this. No one else mothers him like this. Headcanon confirmed! Three points for the descendant theory!

#not a headcanon #ask #fandom1515 #you asked one simple question and i did all of #this #i'm so sorry lol #my hand slipped

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thepringlesofblood · 1 year

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Dimension 20 Campaigns Rated By The Amount Of Mice/Rats

(chronological order)

disclaimer: I have not seen Escape from Bloodkeep, Shriek Week, Coffin Run, or The Unsleeping City s2.

for all of these except the last, I command + F’d through their transcripts on the wiki for the terms “rat” “rats” “mice” “mouse” and “rodent” to find the relevant data.

the reason I didn’t do TUC s2 is a. from watching the first season I can intuit a similar level of mouse/rat content in this setting, if slightly lessened rat action due to the lack of a rat PC, and b. laziness. consider all of tuc under the same umbrella

i don’t know what’s wrong with me either.

Fantasy High - 7.5/10. the introduction of Sexy Rat into the d20 canon is iconic. we also have the rat that the sexy rat was created for - Edgar, Zayn Darkshadow’s cute lil plot-relevant pet rat. Not much mice/rat content outside of this, but a beautiful beginning.

Escape from Bloodkeep - 1/10. aside from Erika Ishii occasionally saying “aw, rats,” there’s only one minor instance of rat action, this quote from ep 1 - “We're training little ants and beetles to carry little swords and sharp things, and crawl in, and you know when you get a rat to eat through someone's stomach and come to the other side, we're trying to cover the rats in spikes.”

The Unsleeping City - 10000/10. rats every episode. rat PC. rat NPCs. MULTIPLE combat eps with not only rat swarms but a rat KING. impeccable. kugrash my belovéd. true rat positivity. rights for rats. the height of rat content in dimension 20.

Tiny Heist - 6/10. Solid rodent presence in the form of Tony Manchego, a mouse supporting NPC who is basically Boomer’s main coworker. Several other mice/rats also appear as Felix Flick henchmen (henchpeople?). Not a main focus, but decent background presence. I don’t recall any good/cool rats/mice though, they’re all goons of some kind.

A Crown of Candy - 0.5/10. in ep3 Brennan uses the phrase “Everyone thinks we're rats.” to explain political negotiations w the dairy isles. you know it’s rough when the only mention of rats is its use as a pejorative. the 0.5 is for the incredibly gratuitous cheese content. No actual mice, but that counts for something in my book. also Lapin is a bunny, which is another kind of rodent. This is the only possible framework in which ACOC could be described as “disappointing"

Dimension 20 Live aka Fantasy High: Sophomore Year - 6/10. The thrilling return of Sexy Rat. Sadly this is the only significant mouse/rat content this season, but what a banger!

Pirates of Leviathan - 9/10. Another excellent rat-person PC. Jack Brakkow is revolutionary. we love a grimy king. not much else in terms of mouse/rat content though, and Jack’s rattiness isn’t discussed as much as kugrash’s is. there is a character deadass named “Cheese” though.

Mice and Murder - 9.5/10 it’s in the title. No PCs though, surprisingly, which is the main reason this isn’t 10/10. they went more for diversity in animals with this one and tbh it works really well, but also means that despite the title, it’s really Fox and Racoon and Javelina and Weasel and Owl and Doberman Pinscher and Murder. The mice/rats they do have are dope though. Both of the McCabbages are vibrant and interesting, and of course Rosalind Crumb showing her ass is iconic. Thomas Gilfoyle is classic suspicious butler, Carolyn Dickory and Edwina Thimble wind up being extremely important, Molly Milton and Millie Molton are peak Brennan weird naming convention as well as a lesbian power couple, and there’s a variety of other Loam Hall staff that are mice (and they all have wild names like Tessa Teapot and Alfred Honeyhatch). I know that moles aren’t mice/rats, but shoutout to Mrs. Molesly, a real one start to finish.

Misfits and Magic - 7/10. this probably shouldn’t be as high as it is, but I am incapable of not ranking mismag as high as possible, it is what got me into dimension 20 and I LOVE it. K’s amazing cinderella scene at the end is one of the highlights of the series, and they also use mice/rats as surveillance sometimes. Theodore is a chipmunk, not a mouse/rat, but still points for other prominent rodentia. the K fucked-up-disney-princess stuff only has mice/rats a few times, but it’s just so iconic.

The Seven - 0/10. Absolutely zero mouse/rat content. Rip. They went hard on horse girl content (respect), so it makes sense that there was less room for mice/rats. again, the only measurement by which this series could be considered a disappointment, I fuckin love the seven.

Shriek Week - 0.5/10. A “rat man” is mentioned briefly as a one-off gag. Exhilarating. occasionally, the clicking of a computer mouse is inserted as a sound effect.

A Starstruck Odyssey - 2/10. in Ep. 12, there is discussion of “skiff rats” and rat poison that makes your head explode. This is a very important memory from Skipper’s past, but the emphasis is on the rat poison, and on the consequences of the mass poisoning, not really on the rats themselves. in Ep. 11, when describing a room Brennan says “The walls piled high…with bright blue animatronic mouse heads with the eyes torn out” however this is the only mention of them in the episode. There is one mention to the concept of a computer mouse (Ep. 10), and on several occasions, the sound of a computer mouse clicking can be heard as a sound effect.

Coffin Run - 5/10. in the finale, rat swarms try to eat Dracula. A thrilling moment. other than that, in Ep. 1 we have the quote, “This letter then goes across the ocean in a rat-infested ship”, and in Ep. 5 wetzel accidentally eats some rat poison. highlighted quote: “If we connect all the rats together, can we get a rat king?”

A Court of Fey and Flowers - 0.25/10. in Ep. 4 Mickey Mouse is mentioned, in the context of Hob’s state of dress - “You're either a Donald Duck or a Mickey Mouse” - Oscar Montoya. It’s 0.25 because fuck disney. bit of a missed opportunity, mice can typically fall into the “cute woodland creatures that live in/around fairies” category, and there were so many mentions of trash this season, I was really hoping we’d get some rat action. lacking that, I was hoping a salt goblin would be described as being the size of a mouse, but no such luck. rip. Again, the only disappointing aspect of this campaign, ruehob aka battlemaster of ceremonies is one of the only happy positive romances I’ve seen with a nonbinary person and as an enby myself, the idea that a brennan lee mulligan character could find someone like me attractive is. very validating.

Neverafter - ?/10. it’s not done yet (post written 12/28/22), but things are looking promising so far! we’ve had several mouse swarms, and a whole miniature town of mouse NPCs, plus many descriptions of pib eating mice. if a similar level of mouse/rat content continues, I project a 7.5/10 at the very least

UPDATE: final rating for Neverafter - 8/10. nothing ever managed to match the chaotic rodent energy of earlier episodes, but still a very solid showing. Rosamund’s swarm is a fairly consistent source of rats/mice, though she more often calls upon her “little birds,” and Pib continues to eat mice on occasion. We did have several later season mouse appearances; Aesop has the famous lion and the mouse, and the Land of Beasts is mentioned as being full of mice (among other animals). The Mouse King (from the Nutcracker) appears on the list of the Council of Kings (after being described briefly in Herr Drosselmeyer’s memories in one of the very first episodes). The song “Three Blind Mice” is mentioned several times, with Ylfa saying it is her “favorite story”. Tom Thumb mentions that he “hang(s) around with a lot of mice.” We learn that Pib turned an ogre into a mouse in his backstory. Other prominent rodentia do appear, most notably Pib’s fellow trickster, the Rabbit. Overall, a lot of excellent mouse content early on, with a handful of smaller appearances in the mid to late season.

UPDATE: The Ravening War. 0/10 Not a mouse or rat to be seen, not even a mention. and unlike ACOC, there are no other prominent rodentia to save them. Lady Amangeaux is described as “Jessica Rabbit as a mango” but given than not even Jessica Rabbit is a rabbit, I do not count this. considering the amount of times rot and mold are mentioned, I was hoping a rat might skitter away from a pile of garbage at some point. no such luck. the only point that I would even consider as related to mice/rats would be the amount of cheese content, as we have both a cheese person PC (in this house we love Colin Provolone) and a semi-prominent cheese person antagonist. however, I would say this averages out to considerably less cheese content than ACOC, which has several cheese person NPCs, including lesbian icon Annabelle Cheddar, Manta Ray Jack, Sir Morris Brie, and prominent antagonist Stilton Curdeau, plus a whole battle with ships made of cheese, plus a whole battle with cheese people (though dressed as meat people) as primary antagonists. thus, I cannot in good conscience award TRW any points for that when it made up only a portion of ACOC’s 0.5 of a point. I greatly enjoyed TRW, but not for mice/rat reasons.

UPDATE: Dungeons & Drag Queens, Mentopolis, and the promising beginnings of Burrow’s End

DNDQ: 0/10. No mention of mice or rats. honorable mention to Alvin, a chipmunk who I would call a semi-prominent rodent. I only watched half of the 1st ep* but my usual command + F of the transcripts yielded no results.

*no shade to the queens, this season just didn’t work for me specifically, I have a thing where when I know the rules to something watching people learn them/not know them is like. chalkboard screech. it’s the autism I think. so as much as I love the queens & their characters I just couldn’t watch the actual show.

Mentopolis: 0/10 understandable as canonically the only animal in Mentopolis is Justin. in absence of any mouse/rat characters, I was hoping for perhaps a mouse/rat fact from the FIx, but i really can’t complain about the myriad of animal facts in this season in good conscience. they were many and varied and I am very grateful. still no mice/rats though. Birds, snakes, and their “prey” are discussed, which mice can certainly be. For example, the heat pits on a python’s lips that Ronnie mentions can be used to detect warm-blooded animals like mice, rats, and other small rodents. But as no rodent is directly mentioned it will not be counted. perhaps next time a reptile eating a mouse will be mentioned, or one of my fave rodent factoids, “a mouse’s heartbeat is so fast that to the human ear it just sounds like buzzing,” will be included.

Burrow’s End: ?/10 I have high hopes but did you know that stoats are actually not rodents??? neither are badgers, otters, wolverines, or pine martens. rodents are all vegetarian - they’re (obvs) in the order Rodentia, so they can’t be in the order Carnivora. so far we have strong chipmunk presence (that’s 3 campaigns with important chipmunks!), and a variety of “woodland animals”, so I remain optimistic.

[update] final score for Burrow’s End: 1.5/10. frankly appalling lack of mice & rats given the setting. occasionally (as in 2-3 times in the series) a mouse or rat will be mentioned in passing, but the only rodents the gang actually interact with are rabbits and chipmunks. I’m guessing that’s probably bc stoats are specifically known for hunting rabbits, so mice/rats would be too small of a prey animal for them? plus the watership down allusions. and then of course we have the horrifying chipmunk/bear battle. credit for the few rat mentions and rodent presence in general, but this isn’t the rodent post it’s the mice and rats post.

Fantasy High Junior Year: ?/10 I am terrified. there’s a set of antagonists called the Rat Grinders. well, at least we know there will be rats! Zayn also reappears and with him a mention of Edgar the rat, a fantastic character. potentially...could there even be mention of the original, iconic, sexy rat? we shall see!

I would like to give credit to a post I read many years ago that I realize may have given me inspiration to make whatever this is: harry potter rated by mentions of swans.

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wandawiccan60 · 1 year

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Part 17: The Witch of Camden Town

Alfie Solomon's X Jovonka(FemOC)

A/N: Hey everyone I hope you are all doing good and here is part 17 of my story of Alfie and Jovonka. In this part of the story, I had a hard time wanting to continue but I liked how it turned out. I really can't wait for you guys to read the next part which would be very intense and upsetting for those of you that have been reading this far. But as always guys thank you all for sticking around also please comment, reblog, and also thank you again for the support. You guys mean a lot and I'll see you all later and again Enjoy!!! And as always catch you in the next one. See Ya!!!

Word Count: 7,100

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WARNING 18+ONLY!!!: Some Cussing, Mentions of Torture, Graphic Blood, & Physical Abuse

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Early In The Morning

Novel’s raspy breathing echoed upon the dismantled sewage basement, hearing some drops of water in the background. The lad’s head was hanging forward, while his bruised, scared upper body felt the chilly air. His semi-dry bloody wrists tied behind a long wooden pole as he continued to breathe heavily between his nose and watery mouth. His exposed feet felt the cold concrete floor. Novel mumbled some words that he himself couldn’t understand.

“Jovonka…,” he said as he whispered his name out slowly, lifting his head up and trying to balance his head, but had little strength in him.

In the corner of his eye, he heard the steel door of the basement open. Showing that Sabini and his loyal henchmen have returned to come to pay him a visit. It has been a living hell for Novel since they took him away from Margate that night. The only thing he has been witnessing has been nothing but torment, pain, and just a never-ending cycle of being lashed out on. Novel right away got used to being in pain and every time after a good few cuts, punches, and other tortures here and there. He never once showed any type of mercy and not giving in to telling the psychotic scumbag about where Jovonka and the rest were hiding. Novel didn’t mind the open wounds that were shown from behind his back to his once good-looking face. Now filled with the first cuts he received and some bruises on both of his cheeks. Hearing footsteps approaching him, Jack appeared in front of him, splashing a bucket of cool water at the circus runaway. It made him jolt in surprise. Novel breathed in and out more heavily as he adjusted his vision.

“Wakey, wakey you. What’s the matter, eh? Do you still think you can resist while your soul is between life and death? But you yea, you got some balls in ya lad, and I can respect tha’,” Jack said letting out a chuckle as Bob lifted Novel’s head up by grabbing a fist of his short long locks of hair letting out a low groan in pain.

“F-Fuck… you…,” said the young lad, giving a death stare back at the man Bob, then released his hand from his hair while he heard some more footsteps from the side of the dark basement.

“Good morning, my dear boy. How was your sleep last night? Oh, I know the answer to that, cold as ice, am I right boys?” Sabini humorously said as both Bob and Jack laughed at their boss’s joke. Novel stood still like a statue, not finding it funny at all.

“So then, is it finally your day to tell me what I have been asking from you? Or do we still have to continue doing the same old routine of me hurting you piece by piece? You have to at some point have to give in to where the rest of your family is. Because if you don’t then I’ll just have to kill you,” Sabini lastly said, but Novel didn’t seem to be bothered.

“You… You’ll n-ever see them, n-not on my w-watch,” Novel said between his broken words, heaving in and out for breath.

The Italian and his henchmen chuckled in unison, finding the young boy’s words foolish. Thinking that they would easily give up and let the lad go free. But that would not be simple and instead Sabini gave out an order to Jack.

“Get the car ready. We are heading out,” he said, and Jack did what he was told as he made his way up the basement stairs.

“Very funny their kid,” Sabini continued speaking as he walked his way slowly in front of Novel. “I like how you’ve been keeping me from not getting what I’m asking from you. Those circus whores are somewhere in Margate and you know who lives there, don’t you? Or must I have to remind you it is someone that is very close to me. And I believe he might be why your circus freaks haven’t been found yet, and that is why you haven’t spoken a word so you can protect him. So she won’t be discovered either innit?”

“I cou-ld… care less about him-him. That m-man is none of m-my fucking conc-ern. Only Jovonka a-and her sisters, h-he means nothing to m-me. He took a-away what I cared and l-loved.”

“Ahhh, so it’s a love triangle I see eh? Tell me then boy,” said Sabini, placing his hands on his hips as he continued speaking, “if you hate this man so much, all this heartache and hate you have inside of you. Why didn’t you kill him when you had the chance?”

Novel remained quiet, knowing deep down inside of him the Italian gangster was not wrong he despised Alfie so much. Since he took away someone that he loved and cared for ever since she came into his life. All that time of being nervous and admitting his love for Jovonka has been long gone and dead to him.

“How about this, lad? Would you like it if I were to help you ruin Alfie’s life so you can have your girl back? Does that sound to you? And you and your little witch princess will live happily ever after, just like you want. Just give me a straight answer and the truth of what I have been asking from you,” Sabini said, trying his best to convince the boy just so he can get close to what he really wanted, Jovonka.

Novel slowly gazed his eyes towards the man that had been tortured by for weeks, thinking if he should believe in him.

“After you h-help me out, keep your word that you let me and the girls go free. We will never come back to this place as long as I finish the Jew off myself. And I will tell you the truth. Is that a promise, then? And no tricks, deal?” the young boy said with a serious tone in his voice as they both stared into each other.

Sabini made a side smile, liking how the lad looks hopeful and desperate yet finds it laughable. He knows he got the boy where he wanted him, easily manipulating him to get closer to the real prize.

“You have my word and of course not tricks I promise,” said Sabini sitting down in front of him lying to the boy in front of his face as he spoke again, “Now tell me my dear boy, did Alfie Solomon’s really help you and the girls out? And if she told you about why she mysteriously left that night at my house, was it Alfie that caused her to disappear without a trace?”

Novel straightened himself up, resting his scared back against the dry bloody pole, breathing in a heavy sharp breath through his nose. With no second thoughts, the boy let out the whole truth without a care in the world.

You’ll get what’s coming to you Solomon’s… I will come for you…

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Enrieta and Abraham were peacefully sitting outside of their tent as a small breeze blew in their direction. Waiting for the return of her three daughters that have been gone for too long. She had so much hope that they will come back to her soon. Even though they have to still be in this dreadful place, what she cared about the most is her daughters are alive and unharmed. Enrieta still had a lot of anger towards Abraham for letting Jovonka go that night to the house of Sabini. All because the money was more important than their own daughter, he should have none better. As the couple sat there quietly and looked out at most of the circus people walking. Abraham smokes a small puff from his small brown wooden pipe, thinking of how regretful he is feeling. Thinking about how he is easily greedy and awful of a father, he is especially giving up Jovonka to that Italian man that night. All because of how much money he was being promised from Gustovo. And now, seeing that all three of her daughters were gone, he wishes they were here with him. Wondering if they are safe and away from harm, hoping that they made it out of this place. From afar, however, they saw that same black car stopping in front of the circus entrance. Making both Abraham and Enrieta look at each other quietly, feeling nervous about why Sabini has come back unexpectedly.

“Ah, Mr. Sabini, good morning. What a pleasant surprise this is. How may I be of service to you, my good sir-” Gustovo cheerfully said, greeting the Italian until he stopped midway as he saw Novel coming out of the car along with Jack and Bob.

The fat gypsy owner felt his gut drop as he saw the young man in front of him, not wanting to believe he was here in flesh and bone.

“How… how did you find the boy?” Gustovo questioned Sabini, not taking his eyes off Novel, seeing how bruised and damaged he looked.

“It’s a long story, Mr. Gustovo, for another time. I need to speak with your fortune teller right now. And this time now is something more serious than before and I want you to be there as well,” Sabini demanded, which the devil owner only nodded his head silently, his eyes still looking at Novel.

“Yes, of course, right away. Luca, get Enrieta immediately and don’t waste any time on our guest, yes?” Gustovo said as the man walked his way toward the old couple.

“It- it cannot be possible, can it?” Abraham said out loud as he was in shock to see the young lad whom he promised to take care of and watch over his oldest daughter the day they went on that scout.

Enrieta then saw Luca approaching their way as she slowly got up from her seat, feeling something quite right about all of this.

“Mistress Enrieta and Mr. Abraham sir,” said Luca, taking his cap off from his head, “Mr. Gustovo is requesting your presence. He says it’s urgent and should come immediately.”

“Why? What is the meaning of all this? How come that man right there has Novel with him? There must be an explanation for all of this,” she said, pointing a finger in Novel’s direction, seeing how terribly damaged the boy looked, knowing something wasn’t right.

“Enrieta! Come here at once, now! Do as you are told and come along!” Gustovo yelled out to her while she stood in her place. Abraham looked on anxiously.

“Love, please just go don’t push this any further than what we are going through. I beg you please my dear wife,” said the old man standing up on his feet clinching onto his small pipe between his hands not wanting to see things get any worse.

Enrieta looked back at her husband with rage in her eyes, thinking of hearing how idiotic he sounded. She looked back at where Sabini was standing, lighting up a cigar between his mouth. While Gustovo was frustratingly tapping his right foot, seeing he was losing his patience little by little. Enrieta let out an inaudible sigh under her breath as she walked on her way toward her owner, ignoring Luca and Abraham. As everyone made their way inside the circus tent, Gustovo and Sabini sat down on either side of a brown wooden table. While Novel remained standing next to the Italian gangster.

“Now then,” Gustovo said, straightening himself up underneath his chair as he continued on, “please Enrieta, sit down.”

She then eyed Novel for a moment, but the young boy only looked away quickly, not wanting to make eye contact with the old woman who he was betraying in front of her without her realizing it. Enrieta still had his eyes locked on him as she took a seat facing Sabini until she made eye contact with the man she has grown to hate.

“You must wonder Mistress Enrieta about why I am here again and calling for your services,” Sabini then said holding his brown cigar between his left fingers and letting out a small smoke from his mouth, “well as you can see young Novel here told me a very interesting story about the night your daughter right. Turns out she had a bit of fun with my head and got saved by a close friend of mine that I never thought he would do such a fucking thing to me. And the young boy told me you are the only person who can truly show me everything that happened the night your precious daughter disappeared.”

Enrieta could feel her heart beating uncontrollably against her chest, knowing she was right all this time. She sat up straighter under her chair, folding her hands together on top of the wooden table. Her eyes narrow back at Novel, giving him a serious glare at him, feeling outraged and hurt.

What have you done Novel… what is going on here….

“He said you are the only powerful one to break this spell that apparently your little witch dancer placed inside my mind. It seems it was a false memory that she put in and that whole fighting with one of my friends at the party was all a lie. So please, if you could be kind, break this infernal hex out of me.”

“And if I refuse, what would you do then, hmm? Does all of this explain why Novel looks tortured and bruised and thinks I should do what you asking? I don’t think so, not until you explain to me why he is with you,” Enrieta boldly replied, tightening her clasped hands together and resisting whatever the wop was commanding her to do.

Gustovo raised himself up from his seat in a quick gesture as he tightly gripped the fortune teller’s neck.

“Get your fucking hands off of her, you fat pig!” Novel yelled out, launching himself across the table at the gypsy scum, but Bob and Jack restrained his arms.

“SIT THE FUCK DOWN AND SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!” Gustovo yelled at the boy as he tightened his grip behind Enrieta’s neck, letting out a painful groan.

Sabini took another drag from his brown cigar as he tapped his left index finger on top of the table.

“You’re a tough old witch. I can give you that, but I don’t like to repeat myself and you will give me what I’m asking for. So please won’t you be a good proper fucking fortune teller and show me what I came to see yea?” Said Sabini as he dabbed out his leftover cigar onto the dirt floor, letting out a long cloud of smoke.

“Gustovo, let go of my wife, please you’re hurting her-.”

“YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!” screamed out the gypsy devil, pointing a sharp finger at Abraham holding back the hard tears forming in his eyes.

Enrieta grabbed onto Gustovo’s large hands, trying to break the grip he still had on her, but it was useless. Jack and Bob pinned down Novel on top of a chair, both men gripping each shoulder together.

“My apologies, Mr. Sabini, but Enrieta here will do what I pay her to do. Won’t you dear?” Gustovo said harshly, tilting back her head back, both of them locking eyes.

She said little as she tried her best to ignore the pain she is feeling while Abraham just continued on looking seeing his own wife being treated abusively. Gustovo let the old woman go. Enrieta rubbed the back of her neck as Sabini leaned forward and reach down under the table. Revealing his pistol placing it on top of the table, pointing it directly at Enrieta’s way.

“So then, Mistress Enrieta, can you help me remove this infernal spell from my head? Or would you like to make things a bit more complicated? It’s your choice, the bullet through your head, or reveal to me the truth of what really happened that night,” he said clicking back the trigger with his right thumb making the fortune teller stiff in fear as she looked at Novel as he hung his head down in shame.

I’m sorry…

A moment passed by and Enrieta surrendered herself to Sabini as she placed her hands flat on the brown table. She felt a small tear stream down on the corner of her right eye as she locked eyes with the Italian Devil. In silence, she extended her hands out toward him, telling him to give his onto hers. Sabini laid his weapon down, closing the gap between his and the witch’s hands. Enrieta closed her eyes as she began to suddenly chant some type of hymn in Romania that Sabini didn’t understand. While the old woman continued speaking her tongue, the Italian gangster felt dizzy, hearing muffled sounds inside his head, until out of nowhere. He suddenly found himself inside what looked to be his own private office room. As he looked around him, he then saw himself and Jovonka coming inside. While watching the true events of what really happened on this very night, watching his last self with the witch dancer.

You tried to force my daughter to do something she didn’t want to do… and yet you placed your filthy hands into her…

Jovonka then punched him across his face as he yelled and cussed at her, demanding she come towards him.

“COME HERE!” He yelled out as Sabini saw himself pulling her from her hair as she screamed out in pain.

He then cleared the top of his desk as he pinned Jovonka hard on top. Sabini then continued in seeing his last self now kissing and trying to remove the girl’s cloak. While holding her hands above her head with his other hand. Jovonka continued begging for him to stop, but he didn’t give a damn as he continued on.

And that is when without you realizing it… he appeared…

It was then that Sabini saw Alfie grabbing him from behind as he beat the living daylights of the Italian scum until he tumbled down to the floorboards. Now covered in his own blood, Jovonka had the final blow as she kicked him twice. Until she knocked him out cold, seeing his own self lying slumped on the floor. Sabini clasped his hands into tight fists and it then showed Jovonka place a hand on top of his head. Assuming that she put the false memory spell inside of his head, blocking out the actual cause of his injuries. Opening his eyes wide open, Sabini exhaled a sharp gasp as he was back inside the circus tent. Enrieta was also breathing in and out while everyone else looked on.

“Alfie… was the one all this time…,” said Sabini between each breath he took, trying to steady his balance under his seat, “the one who helped that little runaway along with her other witch sisters. While keeping her hidden and away from everyone, all this time, they were right under our noses. He’s going to pay for this for what he has done. Especially that dancer of yours, Mistress Enrieta.”

“If you dare put your filthy hands on my Jovonka or any of my other daughters, you will meet your demise, Darby Sabini. It is for you to witness and see with your own eyes,” she threateningly said to him as she slowly breathe for air, giving a glaring gaze towards the gangster.

Sabini then slowly stood on his feet, ignoring the fortune teller’s warning, not wanting to believe in such a happening.

“Mr. Gustovo sir, may I request something from you if you don’t mind? I would like to buy your dancer from you. Name your price, it doesn’t matter how much she is wroth,” Darby requested as the circus owner arched an eyebrow toward him.

“Haha, aren’t you just a joker there, Sabini? But I must remind you, my dear friend. She is not really for sale, but you could have her as many nights as you like. But asking to buy her off me that won’t happen,” Gustovo said, taking his seat once more, keeping a smug smile on his face, thinking that the Italian gangster was fooling with him.

Sabini didn’t crack a smile at the gypsy pig, which deep inside of his soul he was inches away from wanting to punch him across the face. Without warning, Sabini pointed his weapon at Gustovo’s way, making him raise his hands in surrender.

“What the hell Sabini? Have you gone mad?”

“You heard me, you fat pig. I want your dancer and if I have to forcefully have to take her from you. Then I would fucking do it,” he said, pulling the trigger with his right thumb as Gustovo held his breath on his throat.

Abraham’s, Enrieta’s, and Novel’s eyes grew wide in shock and Sabini then went forward towards their owner. Placing the end of the pistol against the ugly gypsy’s forehead. Gustovo could hear the beating of his racing hearts on his ear, feeling like at any moment his life will end soon.

“Sabini, hold on for a bloody minute, will ya? Let’s discuss this in a calm and civilized matter like true business men-.”

“NOT A FUCKING CHANCE!!!” Sabini burst out as he pressed his pistol harder on Gustovo’s forehead not noticing Abraham and Enrieta made their way out of the tent, “you will either give her up to me and take my damn money. Or if you want to make it easier, I could place this bullet inside your damn brains. And make my merry way to get her myself and her other relatives, so what will it be, my good friend?”

Gustovo didn’t know what to think or say as he felt the muzzle of the gun above his head. Thinking about how much money he will lose if he accepts Sabini’s money. Just so the Italian could have Jovonka all for himself. After a second or so, Gustovo let in as he only nodded his head. However, Sabini had other plans on his mind, knowing that he won’t believe in Gustovo that easily. He then walked away from him for a moment, his back facing him.

“On second thought, you’ll probably just be in the way whenever I ask you for your witch dancer. So I guess the best thing to do with you Mr. Gustovo,” Sabini said, looking back at Gustovo giving him a side smile at the still frightened circus owner “is to end you here once and for all. Goodbye, you fat fuck.”

“NO PLEASE!” Gustovo yelled out pleadingly, but it was too late as Sabini blasted a bullet into his head. His now lifeless body limped back against his seat as blood streamed down slowly out of the bullet hole.

“Well, that’s the end of him, init boys?” Sabini said, as Bob and Jack replied with a chuckle in unison.

Novel still looked at the now dead corpse of his once abusive owner, now gone forever.

“Now then boys, we have much work to do now that I came what I want. But first, we have to let the others know before we leave for Margate, I must first pay another visit to my not-so-dearest friend one last time.”

“But boss wha’ about these circus people, wha’ should we do with them?” Bob asked while Jack was holding onto Novel’s right arm, leading him out of the circus tent.

“What about them? They’re none of my fucking concern. They’re free to go. After all, their owner is as good as dead, so I couldn't care less whether they want to stay,” Sabini said, making his way out of the tent. Bob then followed behind him.

Novel was then put inside the black car with his wrists tied behind his back. In the corner of his left eye, however, he saw Enrieta and Abraham outside of the car window. He could see through her eyes a sense of hurt, disappointment, and anger toward the young boy. Knowing that, Novel told Sabini the entire story of what really happened to Jovonka. The young boy turned his eyes away from Enrieta as the vehicle drove off, away from the circus. Waiting for the worst probable scenario he’ll have to live with and witness with his own eyes.

Forgive me Enrieta… for what will happen to Jovonka and everyone else…

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Margate

Isabel and Mia continued working throughout the afternoon while Jovonka did the paperwork, which was for the best. Her older sister insisted she should head back to the hotel, but Jovonka told her she was fine. And so the three ladies went on doing their normal duties while sometimes Jovonka felt lightheaded, but she tried her best to ignore it. Thinking it was just an ordinary headache that would fade away some moments later and be like her normal self. However, she had this anxious feeling again that it could be possible that it was the start of what Isabel told her the other night at Alfie’s house. Knowing that the child inside of her has a long way to grow little by little.

“Jovonka, love, your sister is telling me if you can count these cloth sheets just so we know we have enough,” Mia said as she carried the sheets with both of her hands, placing them gently on top of the wooden table.

“Oh yes, just need to still write these last few numbers for this order we had from this week. Thank you, Mia,” Jovonka said, giving a small smile at her and she return the gesture.

“You know you can just go home. Just I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything.”

Jovonka looked back at Mia, placing the pencil down on top of the worksheet and straightening herself against her chair.

“Yes, I know Mia, but it’s best I just stay here and we can finish quicker between the three of us. But I’m fine, really. I have a slit headache but nothing serious I swear,” said Jovonka, folding her hands together, but she knew the true reason she hadn’t been feeling well.

“Very well then darling I just don’t want to see you pushing yourself too hard, especially for a young girl like you,” said Mia making Jovonka chuckle at her comment “however if you need anything let me know, or sister yes?”

“I will Mia, don’t you worry,” Jovonka said as she then went back to counting and writing the records down on the paperwork.

“By the way, if you don’t mind me asking,” Mia then said while setting out the cloth sheets by color, “how have things been with you and Alfie?”

Jovonka stopped writing midway, feeling her body feel tense just by hearing the name of her loved one. For the last few weeks, the only times she has seen Alfie was when he came to take Elena to school. And once the day was over, he would bring her little sister back to the hotel. They would talk and be in each other’s company while they talked in the small dining hall of the hotel. At some point, Alfie begged Jovonka to come back home with him. But the only thing that he would get out of her was the same response for the last few weeks.

“Just give me time to figure out what’s going on with me. I just don’t want to affect all of my frustrations and pressures on you. But my love, I promise you with all my heart and soul that I’ll come back home to you. I’m sorry again for disappearing for far too long. Never forget that I still love you, no matter where you are or go. My heart beats for you and for no one else,” she would say after one week of being separated from each other.

Alfie said nothing and only nodded his head in reply as he placed a hand against her right cheek. He leaned in to give her a sweet kiss, longing to feel and touch her smooth lips on his. Little does he know it would be the last thing that he would do with her.

“Well, everything’s been quite fine just… it’s complicated. But we still see each other even when he has to go to Camden Town for work. No matter where he goes or does, my heart still beats for him, and pray to the heavens to protect him. However, we’re still alright,” Jovonka said, lowering her eyes and fiddling with the pencil between her hands.

Mia could tell by her body language there was something more than the young woman was not fully telling the whole story. But she didn’t want to ask any further and instead she just nodded her head.

“I see, my child, but no matter how your relationship is between you two, I only wish the best. I could feel that you love him very much and I respect that. But I’ll say that you did, however, win the heart of a gangster, and for a good reason. And what’s more special is that it was you and not another woman and I could tell he means a lot to you. You two were meant for each other,” Mia said, finishing setting all the colors in groups as Jovonka just smiled at her.

“He does care a lot for me, believe me and hehe well you’re not wrong about me winning his heart over. I was the one who made the first move and ever since that night my world changed forever,” said Jovonka, remembering how she danced in front of him and shared a small and not-so-innocent lap dance.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, they then heard some shouts and saw some of the town folks running by the glass window of the shop. Then the sound of guns were heard somewhere in the distance. More people were running the other way as Isabel opened the door until she saw, to her horror. It was a group of men with weapons in their hands as they continued releasing bullets. Scaring away the frightened people of Margate while some men tried to fight back, but they didn’t succeed.

“Miss Isabel!!! Get inside! Hurry,” yelled out Vlad from the other end of the sidewalk as three more men followed behind.

Isabel did what she was told as she fully shut the door behind her, hearing Vlad shoot his bullets off.

“Sister, what is going on out there?” said Jovonka, but before she could ask any further, the door of the shop was suddenly kicked open by an unfamiliar man they had never seen around town.

“Well, afternoon ladies,” said the man as Mia Isabel and Jovonka walked slowly away from him.

Jack then appeared from behind the man, taking his cap off from his head.

“Mistress Jovonka and Isabel, I presume?” He asked, giving an ugly grin. Isabel grew wide in shock, wondering how he knew her and her sister’s name.

“Who the hell are you? And how do you know our names?” She replied as they slowly backed away from him.

“Don’t you know, dear, you are the famous circus runaways tha’ have been gone for months. Your master has been sendin’ out his people, including us, to come to look for you girls. Until now,” Jack said, giving another nasty smile at the women as he continued on, “so please come with us. We promise to not harm you.”

“No, we will not go with you,” Isabel protested. Jack, however, was not having it.

“As you wish. Boys, take them,” he commanded as two men walked forward, but Jovonka Isabel and Mia made a run for it.

They ran their way to a back door of the shop and Mia then got caught by one man by the arms. Both sisters made it out of the store, making their way out through the little alleyway. From behind, however, Isabel was next to be caught by one man Jovonka stopped mid-way. Looking back to see her older sister being wrapped by the man. Isabel fought back with all she could, scratching, biting, and punching the man’s face.

“JOVONKA GET OUT OF HERE!!! GO! NOW!” she yelled out to her middle sister Jovonka and ran away as far as her feet could take, heading back towards Alfie’s home hoping also that Little Elena was there.

“Fuck, get to the cars. Now! Move!” exclaimed Jack, hurrying while the two men that caught Isabel and Mia escorted them to one vehicle not knowing where they will take them.

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Sometime later, Jovonka finally made it back to Alfie’s home. Little Elena, Cyril and Edna were nervously waiting for Alfie’s return. But he was nowhere to be found. There was a loud banging on the door that made everyone jump in fright. Henry and three other bodyguards were there as they held onto their guns, prepared to take fire.

“Hold your bullets, men,” said Henry in Yiddish as the banging continued on as he carefully reached for the doorknob.

As he peaked out, to their relief, it was Jovonka breathing in and out for breath as she made her way inside.

“Jovonka,” called out Little Elena, running her way towards her big sister and wrapping her arms around her waist. Cyril barked and whined at the sight of her.

“Miss Jovonka, my apologies. I thought you were one of them. Are you alright?’ Henry asked, placing a hand on top of her right shoulder.

“They… they took my sister… and my friend Mia. I don’t know where, but they’re coming here for me and Elena next. We have to get out of here and go to Alfie, but we have to go now,” Jovonka said as her breathing came back to normal.

Henry just nodded his head as he told his men to get a car as quickly as possible. Two of the bodyguards left the house. Jovonka, Elena, and Edna sat in the living room. While they apprehensively waited for the men to come back, hoping to get away from the group of men.

“Jovonka, what is going on? I’m scared, and why did they take Isabel away?” Elena said in a panicky tone. Jovonka wrapped an arm around her small shoulders.

“I don’t know, sweetheart, but don’t you worry, we’re going to get her back. We just need to go to Alfie first and tell him what’s going on, ok?” she said, trying to reassure her little sister about this whole situation.

“I feel that Darby Sabini himself sent these men. They have to be. It wouldn’t be a coincidence mostly that he came here before. We have to tell Alfie Jovonka. He has to know this immediately,” said the old maid as she paced back and forth, gently biting her fingers.

Jovonka thought about this for a moment, thinking if it was possible, it was Sabini’s men.

“Where the bloody hell are these two? We’re wasting too much time,” said Henry angrily as he also was pacing from one side to the other as well.

Minute after minute everyone grew impatient as the others hadn’t come back yet. Jovonka felt a bad feeling that Sabini’s men killed or captured them. Everyone then heard another knock on the front door, hoping it was the two men coming back from bringing the car.

“Ladies, go to the back of the house for all your safety. If it’s who we all think of and we don’t make it out, run out of Margate and head to Camden Town. It was an honor to meet you girls, tell Alfie we tried our best to protect you all. Farewell,” Henry said, tipping his hat towards the girls while Jovonka nodded her head and said “thank you.”

As the three ladies made their way to the back of the house, Henry and the other bodyguard stood their place. Holding up their guns, ready to take aim.

“This way girls, hurry,” Edna said, guiding Jovonka and Edna to the back as Cyril followed behind.

They then heard a muffled thud of the front door opening along with gunshots and what sounded like items being broken. Realizing that the Italians men were inside. Not wanting to stay any longer, they all got outside of the house they jogged their way through the small garden. As they reached the small black gate, they heard the sudden shouts of the men from inside the house. But in the corner of Jovonka’s left eye there, she saw a car approaching their way. And it was none other than Jack, with four other men inside the vehicle.

“You three stop there!” He shouted, but the three girls didn’t stay there for one bit.

“GO! RUN!” Jovonka yelled as they ran their way through the gray pavement streets, trying to outrun the men.

At the end of the street, another car appeared in sight, making the girls stop for a moment. Thought that they were trapped, but they saw a small alleyway on the left side.

“In here hurry!” She said as they went running through the small pathway.

They heard from behind the cars coming to a stop as three of the men quickly got out of the cars. They then ran their way as fast as they could to catch the girls. And not long after, one man caught Edna first as the old maid tried her best to get off from the man’s forceful grip.

“EDNA!” Yelled out Jovonka, looking back at the old woman.

“DONT STOP!” GO!” she said back, which they did as they made their way towards another alley.

It felt like hours went by as Jovonka, Elena and Cyril made it through several buildings, not knowing if they will get out of Margate. Up ahead, they saw what looked to be tall grass trees, thinking they had reached the end of town. They made it inside the forest like trees as they tried to catch their breath for a moment. However, they heard the vehicles approaching their way, knowing they had caught up to them. Jovonka

“Oh, no… they’re coming. What should we do Jovonka?” Elena asked between breaths, gently wrapping an arm around Cyril, which the big dog huffed for his own breath as well.

Jovonka thought long and hard about what they should do next. Thinking long and hard if they should keep going and she took a different turn. Something she didn’t want to do, but it was for the safety of her little sister.

“Elena, love, listen to me,” Jovonka said as they hid behind one of the large trees as she knelt down in front of her sister. “get away from here as far as you can go. Don’t look back and do not trust anybody and stay out of the roads. I love you so, so much, and stay close to Cyril. Promise?”

Elena’s eyes turn to broken tears, embracing her big sister in a tight hug. Jovonka returns the gesture.

“Be brave and strong for me Little Elena, I know you’ll be ok,” continued Jovonka, placing a kiss on Elena’s left cheek and leaning back to look at her sister one last time.

The little girl nodded her head, wiping away her tears behind her hand, not wanting to be separated from her.

“Here, take this,” Jovonka then removed her purple charm necklace from around her neck as she wrapped the piece of jewelry around her, “so you always remember me and Isabel are always in your heart.”

“I love you Jovonka,” said the little girl, giving a sad snap smile, nervous to go off alone.

From afar, they then heard the sounds of the cars stopping and the voices of men coming their way. Seeing they are now looking for them on foot.

“You must go now Elena, quickly. And remember, don’t stop and Cyril, you big mutt, take care of her ok?” Jovonka said in a whisper while petting the top of the dog’s head and in return, he gave her one last kiss goodbye on her right cheek.

Elena and Cyril jogged away towards inside the endless trees. Jovonka saw them go with a painful heart.

Be safe my Little Elena…

“Search the area men, and be quick abou’ it,” commanded Jack, the group of men then scattered around to find the girls.

Jovonka leaned her back against the brown tree trunk, readying herself to lead them away. She took in a heavy breath, feeling her heart pulsing uncontrollably against her chest. Once taking her last long breath through her nose, that’s when she made a leap for it.

“Hey! Over here you ugly smugs,” she yelled out, waving her arms for them to see.

“Go get her!” Jack called out. Three men ran after Jovonka, trying to catch up with her pace.

She made her way toward the dirt road, hoping to take them far away as much as she can. Once she made it to the road on her right side, one car was driving after her, but she then made another run for it. Going to the other side of the road, the man from inside the vehicle got out quickly. Closing the gap between them and Jovonka, she then ran her way down a small steep field but failed to keep her balance steady. She collapse on the dirt ground and while trying to get up quickly, one man held onto her arms.

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME!” shrieked out Jovonka, trying to break free of herself against the man’s hands.

Another henchman came behind her and wrapped a small white cloth around her mouth to shut her up. They then tied her wrists behind her back as one man hoisted her up and carried her above his right shoulder. Taking her back to the car while she kicked against the henchmen’s chest, wondering in her mind where they were taking her away.

Up ahead in the deep trees, Elena looked back for a moment, seeing that Jovonka was now captured and placed inside the car. The little girl wanted to go after her, but she held herself back and instead continued to run away as Cyril jogged beside her as the dual got away from Margate as far as they could.

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January 9, 2022

Okay wait so recently I reblogged a post about sympathizing with villains instead of the heroes who are only fighting to maintain the status quo and like,,,,, it’s been on my mind and I’m wondering if it’s a) what was once a method of creating a nuanced antagonist has pervaded media so much that it seems like a worn-out trope sometimes or b) the heroes are purposefully characterized as Status Quo Maintainers to influence people into believing that maintaining the status quo is, in fact, a noble goal? The first one is just the effects of a creative trend (ex. remember YA dystopias and how Suzanne Collins made a really cool one and then everyone tried to publish a dystopia and they were all just stripped down versions of THG so they didn’t have the same impact? yea, like that) while the second one seems a lot more sinister.. more propaganda-y. I’m not at all a media studies anthropologist (I’m not any sort of social anthropologist, really), so I don’t even know how to go about figuring out the underpinnings of the sympathetic-villain-tries-to-make-things-better-but-we-are-meant-to-root-for-the-hero-who-takes-a-less-radical-ever-so-slightly-changed-stance-by-the-end thing.

I’m not big on new year’s resolutions because I believe a person can start something new at any time but! this year! I am going to finish listening through the Upstate discography, the Hozier discography, the Florence and The Machine discography, the Lord Huron discography, The Amazing Devil discography, and the aeseaes discography. I am going to take my two academic classes and try really hard to stay on top of them, as I really want to get better at effective time management.

I’ve been in my apartment alone for a few days and have decided that this was how it was meant to be. Instead of me living with other people who I rarely if ever see, skip the middle man and cut out the other people altogether. Let me live alone in peace PLEASE. I love this. Maybe one downside is that I can’t peer pressure myself into washing an drying dishes immediately after using them. This is a notable problem that I do not know how to resolve as of yet. I cannot simply wait for inspiration to strike, that’s not how this works.

Anyway I needed to consult r/ApplyingToCollege for my sister and I’ve been going down a rabbit hole of bad takes from high schoolers (and this doesn’t count as a grad school admissions forum so I’m still stickinwidit) and there’s one post where a person wrote their harvard essays in six hours and someone responded “did you at least get them reviewed” and OP goes “reviewed?? my brother in christ i barely had time to proofread” and that hit me so hard bc SAME (but also the two people I sent my base personal statement to for an initial review ~never got back to me~).

Lastly... how am I expected to work in these conditions. I had to teach Hardy-Weinberg last week (it’s not that I don’t know HWE, it’s just that I expected them to have some background). AND THE LAB THE PROF DEVELOPED WAS WRONG IN PLACES. STRAIGHTUP INCORRECT. HE’S A LITERAL BIOLOGIST LIKE HUH ???? I had to teach HWE to people who haven’t taken bio in years (also had to lie about what the “equilibrium” in HWE is... bc it sure ain’t recessive and dominant alleles being equal in a population!! (granted, I did take two evolution classes last semester, so my residual knowledge is a little heightened, but still)), I had to lie about what a codon was... Man I love this job but also maybe doing it for the first time in the winter was a bad idea. It’s like... I’m just discovering the curse of knowledge and how hard it makes it to engage with a large group of people at an introductory level. But instead of having a week between labs to improve, I have as short as an hour or as long as a day to figure it out. There’s absolutely a difference between knowing your stuff and being able to convey your stuff to people who don’t yet know it. And I thought I would be good at it because I had ~one~ positive experience doing so last spring, but I suppose that’s a poor sample size (sue me, I ain’t taken stats yet).

Today I’m thankful that my hair has actually grown out really really well :) I’ve just finished putting in 18″ braids (usually I go for 24″ these days, but I wanted something more conservative for interviews (unfortunately I’m putting these in so early that I may have to completely redo them if I have any interview offers in February)), and in some places my blow-dried hair actually reaches the end of the braiding hair, and this is after I had to cut off an inch and a half of scraggly ends. This does, however, mean that I won’t be able to do major cutting during takedown, so that process will take forever. I’ve been growing it out for six years now, I think, and while I could definitely do a better job in some areas, it’s very full (every time I wear it natural or in a twistout somebody comments on it) and oh so versatile, and I’m thankful that I’ve actually learned how to take care of my own hair over the past eight years. Especially protective styling. Even if I wanna cut it off sometimes, I really am happy with my natural hair.

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Lucifer Rewatch Liveblog: Ep 1.01

Oh god the NERVES I have over doing this. It’s so stupid. Anyway before hitting play, let’s give a little backstory about how I stumbled ass-backwards into watching Lucifer.

It was September 2021 and the sixth and final season was about to drop on Netflix. Both my spouse and my mother were rewatching the series in preparation of this and both had reached S3 when we were visiting my parents for my mom’s birthday. So Lucifer became the de facto show playing in the background of the visit. All I knew about the show going in was a) it was about the Devil, b) he ran a nightclub in LA, and c) it had at one point been canceled by a traditional network and then ‘saved’ by Netflix. Oh and d) I had absolutely no interest in ever watching it.

But circumstances change don’t they? Because between the time that I first heard about Lucifer and the time when it was playing in front of my face while I visited with my family, the following events happened:

the COVID-19 pandemic swept through the world

Anxiety and depression set in making new shows feel like too much work to watch

both my spouse and I rewatched old favorites instead

I got a shih tzu puppy which confined me to the living room for months until she was fully potty trained.

Now, for my spouse, these go to TV rewatches included The Originals and Frasier. And friends, I got hooked on both. Two shows I never had any interest in watching. Two shows my spouse played in the living room so we could still be in the same room while I raised a puppy. TWO SHOWS I GOT FUCKING HOOKED ON AND HAD TO WATCH ALL THE WAY THROUGH TO THE END.

So of course the same thing happened when they played Lucifer right in front of my face. And like The Originals and Frasier, I merely picked up where my spouse was in the rewatch and refused to go backwards. ‘You should really watch it from the beginning--’ NOPE! We’re starting here. Just fill me in on backstory when it’s relevant.

Which is how my first experience with Lucifer was scattered S3 episodes and then S4-6 straight through. I loved it! It was fab! But it was months before I got the itch to go back and watch S1-2 and when I did oh boy.... OH BOY.

Well, I’ll share those thoughts live. :P

*hits play on the pilot*

OMG this little text intro they do during S1 is so trying to be edgy but is instead just cheesy.

I hate this opening scene. I mean I understand it. It does it’s job. Lucifer hates rules but enjoys punishing people! He can pull out people’s desires! Cops aren’t here to protect anyone! Just take money from the rich and terrorize the rest! Oh wait they probably didn’t mean that last one.

Weird move then to open with a dirty cop in a cop propaganda show

I am too asexual for this show in general but I’m especially too asexual for S1

I do love how Amenadiel is nearly always introduced in S1 with time slowing down. It’s a fucking awesome power! Shame he stopped using it.

Though I cannot take early Amenadiel seriously because he is so I’m Super Serious and I have seen S4-6 okay? This version of Amenadiel is a total hilarious lie.

I do love Delilah. Also I lose my mind every time that like 8 minutes into the pilot, they foreshadow the show’s end game of Lucifer helping the souls trapped in Hell to confront their guilt when he calls in his favor with Delilah to tell her to get her life together. It means nothing with the pilot alone, but when boosted by the next six seasons, it becomes a nugget of gold.

And RIP Delilah :( You should absolutely not think about how the poor thing was definitely stuck in Hell until Lucifer had his series finale revelation. :( Definitely don’t think about that.

Cool trick to pull back a very recently deceased soul to talk to it. I understand why that never really happened again (because he wasn’t usually there when future murder victims died) but since I’m a sucker for all kinds of ghost/afterlife stories, I kind of wish it had been utilized again.

~Ooo~ narrative mystery. What’s Palmetto Street????? What’s the deal with these two cops????? I wouldn’t actually care if this was my first experience with the show. Oops.

Now, they did not show that Lucifer’s supernatural charisma draws everyone to him before introducing Chloe but that’s okay. It’s the pilot. In general, they’re doing well with the plot and characters.

And by well, I mean I only like S1 because it’s hysterical after knowing where they all end up. Don’t get me wrong! I completely agree that this is the cast’s starting places. But who they all are before meeting each other and growing together is repulsive to me so in that sense S1 is terrible.

Ooph the anti-black racism in this scene with 2 Vile. I mean it goes hand in hand with cop propaganda but WOW. The rap bashing and pretending that liking blues music means you’re not racist. Wow.

I do love Chloe’s backstory of being an actress who had a nude scene in a movie because that’s the kind of thing that is so far outside my lived experience that I never would’ve thought of that for a character in a million years. But it works absurdly well in the context of this show. So kudos to the writers there.

Okay now we’re starting with the real Lucifer and Chloe banter that we know and love. I had nothing to say during their intro scene because I kept seeing all the fanvids who splice it with the series finale callback to it but here’s the actual good stuff.

“I just threatened his life. He would’ve said, trust me.” *long blink of disbelief* “You did what?” -- Oh Chloe you have no idea what a headache the next six years are going to be for you. (And also the rest of your life because I met Rory, okay. That girl is not going to be easy to raise. Trixie is your easy child.)

“Yeah, isn’t that illegal?” -- “Uh, little bit, yeah.” Finally! Chloe has an excuse to arrest Lucifer for being an ass!

Which lasts all of 0.2 seconds because Lucifer can get out of handcuffs. Which Chloe for some reason was not expecting.

Like I know through internet osmosis that sex handcuffs and police handcuffs are two different things, but c’mon Chloe. Does this not strike you as the kind of guy who would experiment with police handcuffs too? Even not believing that he’s the Devil, I feel like you should’ve seen that one coming.

Ah here we go! The mojo demonstration again... that utterly falls flat because Chloe is a gift from God.

(Oops! Spoilers! :P)

Heh heh heh. That may be the first time Lucifer forgets Chloe is a trained actress and falls for her playing him, but it won’t be the last! lol

TRIXIE! TRIXIE! TRIXIE! TRIXIE!

Lucifer calling picking up her daughter an ‘errand’ is like the 4th time Chloe pictured herself shooting him.

LOOK AT HER TWO FRONT TEETH MISSING!!! *sobs* SHE’S SO ADORABLE!

Why is this fifth grader bullying a first grader? I just feel like fifth graders have better things to do like pick on each other in preparation for the ruthless ‘every child for themselves’ warzone that is sixth grade.

Poor Trixie sticking her fingers in her ears while her parents fight :(

Dan really does earn his douche title in S1. RIP Dan.

The cynical part of me that’s bought into purity culture is dismissing Lucifer defending Chloe as dumb hetero ‘This is the couple you’re supposed to ship!’ nonsense, but the rest of me that’s remembering it’s okay to like boy-led shows and junk food can actually analyze it and see that this is just him keying into behavior that isn’t justified and therefore should be punished. It’s not special to Chloe just yet. He does already like her. He is already intrigued by her, and he’s even already slightly charmed by her daughter. But he genuinely cared about Delilah too and wanted to see her turn her life around. The whole pilot is driven by him wanting to punish those that took that opportunity away from her, and I really like that. Again, it’s set up for the S6 end game of saving the souls in Hell.

“Isn’t he funny, Daddy?” followed swiftly by asking Chloe “What’s a hooker?” is some dichotomy. LOL

Oh, Chloe. Just wait until Trixie befriends Maze. ;)

(Just wait until Dan meets Maze ROTFL Okay I will definitely have to keep liveblogging so I can rewatch that ep. OMG it’s hysterical.)

“Daddy will tell you. :)” Oh this separation is not going well. I mean that’s been pretty obvious from every scene that Chloe and Dan have shared so far, but that line really cements that. lol

Chloe and Dan both being different shades of shocked that Trixie likes Lucifer is fab. Chloe is just ‘huh’ about it and Dan is like ‘I want to kill this guy so bad’ x2.

OH I LOVE THIS EXCHANGE OUTSIDE OF LINDA’S OFFICE!

“Planned... sort of.” -- Dude you can’t say that kind of shit to me. I wouldn’t ordinarily care, but this show is already bonkers so now I want the gossip. The full story. What do you mean by ‘sort of’ in this sentence? I *will* pry.

“Did my father send you?” -- !!!!!! NOPE! DEFINITELY DIDN’T! DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT! CHLOE IS DEFINITELY NOT A GIFT FROM GOD!

(Did the writers know already? I mean, presumably they did if they’re dropping giant anvils like that. But writers also sometimes write characteristics like ‘is immune to Lucifer’s desire power’ without having the explanation ready to go in the pilot because it gives them freedom to flesh things out later. But this really feels like they had that explanation formed from the beginning.)

LINDA! LINDA! LINDA! LINDA!

I’m excited for her. I am not excited for this scene. This scene where Linda nearly jumps Lucifer is where I would’ve walked out on the pilot episode. If you had even convinced me to sit through more than that intro scene, that is. This pilot and I are very different people who live very different lives :S

However, it is hilarious in retrospect. Utterly ridiculous LOL

“Oh no he’s horrible! So square jawed, so handsome, so vanilla” -- THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LET ME SUFFER THROUGH CHLOE AND CAIN IN S3! YOU COULD’VE STOPPED IT, LUCIFER! YOU COULD’VE SAVED US ALLLLLL THAT PAIN!

I mean it wouldn’t have made the Devil revelation any less shocking to Chloe and so S4 would mostly be unchanged BUT STILL! MY EYEBALLS! PLEASE THINK OF MY EYEBALLS!!!

Lucifer really doesn’t understand how a movie set works, does he? Just walks right into the middle of a massive and expensive practical stunt and then gets confused why the lead actor isn’t doing the stunt.

“You know you’re gonna have to get much better at lying if you’re going to be President?” -- “I know, right?”

“Why else do you think I’ve been sleeping with Bobby?” -- This marital fight is hilarious, I’m not gonna lie. They do not have a healthy relationship!

“Despite your proclaimed revulsion, you can’t deny that there’s a connection between us.” -- Because she can see that spark of genuineness in you which doesn’t make sense with your everything else, and she’s trying to figure out why that contrast isn’t as conflicting as it should be. You’re both puzzles the other is trying to figure out.

(You two are also a walking, talking soulmate AU which is a quickfire way to make me feral -- but that’s a conversation for a different season.)

It’s always about the money. :/

“I told you, it’s fine. I’m immortal.” -- But that poor band member isn’t, Lucifer! Dumbass.

PFFFTTTT! A fan vid cut Delilah being shot side by side with Chloe being shot here in the pilot and I LOST MY MIND ABOUT IT! I never realized that was a full proper parallel with the falling back onto shattered glass and everything until I saw that fanvid. So good!

This show LOVES using parallels and by god they do it well.

(Except S3. That’s still a hot mess, but I think they were trying for a foil there and not a parallel. Keyword is *trying*.)

TRIXIE! And then Lucifer drops her right on top of Chloe’s wounded side. Good move, Lucifer. A+ lol

“Look forward to seeing you soon, Chloe.” -- “I don’t.” Adorable.

“Glad you’re not dead.” -- my GOD when people splice that with Chloe’s S5 death in fanvids, it makes me tear out my hair. I love it!

And once again, I cannot take Amenadiel or this ‘tense brotherly stand off’ seriously. They’re just babies squabbling in comparison to where they end up. It’s nothing but comedy to me.

Bad news, Maze. Humanity is about to rub off on you too. *Jean-Ralphio voice* You’re gonna get a SO-OUL! :D

And we close with Lucifer going back to hold up his end of the deal with Linda and strike a new one with her: sex for therapy. Which thankfully, she switches to ‘money for therapy’ like a normal person at some point in S1. I mean, sex for therapy -- that’s the kind of thing that can get your license revoked. *glances at S2*

In conclusion, this was fun! I think the act of liveblogging helped my enjoyment of the show. It certainly got me to watch a full episode again. I did keep pausing to write things down which interrupted the flow. Fine for my third viewing of the pilot, but that’s going to bug me for later episodes. I’ll have to either be less wordy or take the bare minimum notes of what I want to say and then go back after the episode and flesh everything out.

#Amber watches Lucifer #All the procrastinating and pausing means I am wrapping this up at midnight #which is a big mistake a week after DST and I'm struggling to stay awake in the afternoons #however I was smart enough to do this on Saturday night and not Sunday night so I have time to catch up on sleep before the work week begins #so good job to me on that part at least

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mbb 🎅

I wrote something and Tumblr said nope, hopefully this works better.

I work F&B for the venue, so I help out at private events, which can get wild. Like $150,000USD for the night wild. It's an iconic venue, so people tend to only book it for extravagant parties, and thankfully now when Chef gets a $20,000USD order for a weekend the manager goes and screams in the VIP lounge rather than my little cave of an office space. I don’t get to see the parties (my boss thinks I’m an HR nightmare, cause tbh I was at the last company we worked at together) but I get the Stress of the invoices… What do you do for work? You said an office job, anything else you could share?

Ah, I can’t watch those kinds of movies, I get too much second-hand embarrassment lmao but I’m glad you’re there to keep up with the cringe.

I’m obsessed with how other idols have to deny dating rumors, while Changkyun’s there like “I fuck, please believe me!” and we’re like yep okay and the Easter Bunny is real, too. I don’t know how their stylists keep hitting, but they do, and they always look so amazing. I love their classy but scantily clad looks, even if Shownu isn’t there to switch from extremely sexy to Dad At Disneyworld as soon as he changes.

He will, but at what cost? He has to be a stocks bro now, which is an extremely unsexey thing to be. He’s so lucky he can sing smh (I’m joking). The vibration dance to start the song was so inspired, especially with the half open jumpsuit. I just think Shownu should be Snake Plisskin in the inevitable remake, in that jumpsuit, obviously. I don’t care if he doesn’t have acting experience, he could do it.

I love how sweet Wonho is, and so therefore how sweet his fans are. Even if he is absolutely shredded and so powerful on stage. I hate drug scandals, like, let them unwind in their downtime, and I’m glad that most people agreed and supported him and wanted him back. I can’t believe he’s enlisted now, how are we meant to go on without him?

And don’t think I didn’t see the line about some online dating, I’m trying not to snoop but also I’m snooping. Hopefully that’s going okay for you, please give us the rundown.

Hey love ❤️ how are you doing today? It’s all good Tumblr can have good days and bad days when it comes to messaging or posts so no worries there 😂

Oooo so your a food and drink distributor? That’s so cool!! I take it the venue is well known?what is the name of the club? Dang love! You’re making the big bucks!! Now that is impressive ❤️❤️ what kind of food do you serve? Lol as for me I work in an office as a social worker for low income families and community members so I work with people who are refugees/immigrants, indigenous communities, people who need money until they find work and things like that lol there is a lot of good clients but there can be the occasional one or two that like to give people a difficult time for no reason 😂😂 if you want to hear more stories or more about it im more than happy to answer 😊 im an open book lol

Yeah those movies are good for either background (which is what we mainly do in my family) but with the hallmark we mainly just judge them for how much they mention Christmas and make it more cheesy than they need to make it lol

Lmao!!! Right?!?!?! Idk how they keep coming up with so many amazing outfits like come on guys can you give us a second to catch our breath first? 😍😍😍😍and for changkyun we already know he a thotty thot some days and a comfy baby boy the next lol I honestly will not be surprised if shownu goes full daddy mode when he comes out and I am here for it lol I’ve always wanted to see it and I hope we see it lol wbu? What do you think shownu will look like after he’s out?

Lmao!! It just shows that he’s successful and knows how to make some extra coin 😂😂 all jokes aside if that’s what he wants to do with his money then that’s good for him ❤️❤️idk if I know what the snake plisskin is but if it’s leather then he can pull anything off lol

Right??? Wonho is such a sweetie 😍😍 I remember seeing some fan cams of his meet and greets with wenees and the handholds and the caresses though we’re sending me though the feels I swear to goodness lol and yeah that drug scandal was a negative time but we got him in the end still doing what he loves and that’s all we can ever want for our bunnie ❤️❤️ and honestly? Idk but it will be similar to shownus enlistment then we can do the countdown of days until he’s out lol

Darn it I thought you didn’t see that 😂😂😂 what would you like to know love? Let’s just say this the people I talked to wanted to meet up right away and make things go too fast for me and didn’t want to do the whole “friends to lovers” sort of thing so I will just be chilling and reading some fan fiction until the right person shows up lol it just wasn’t going anywhere and we shall see what is out there lol wbu? How is your dating life going?

Also sorry for the late reply too I thought I pressed send too lol

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Announcement 👏

This blog is a place for everyone under the sun who uses/is interested in xenogenders!

I do not want any bullshit like homophobia, transphobia, biphobia, fatphobia, antisemitism, racism, ableism, or any bigotry here thats not cool don’t do that

I do not mind if NSFW accounts interact but be mindful that I am a minor and don’t be creepy or anything.

No terfy crap this is literally a xenogender blog why are you here sillies

I should probably mention I don't fuck with proshitters y'all are weird leave me alone. Along with that if you are attracted to damn dogs or kids or something don't ever interact lord have mercy

I will not engage in discourse with you!! Its not that I don’t care its more of i am either too exhausted to argue or too stupid to get the point

This blog is for all ages! Just don’t be weird!!

My xenogenders are for anyone to use unless otherwise specified

This blog is very much welcome to:

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If I didn’t include you you’re still welcome!! These are just some people I see excluded often.

Have a nice day! :3

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Fury’s Daughter

AN: Idk wth I just wrote... I just got this idea so yeah... Happy Reading!

You are the adoptive daughter of Nick Fury, when you were 5 he adopt you when your parents died on a plane crash that was cause by Hydra, your parents and Nick were good friends that’s why he took you in.

You were a smart kid, always analyzing things, Fury told everything to you and never lie. To protect your identity Nick made you a new one as you volunteer to be an agent of Hydra to gain information and was branded by the organization. You did dangerous mission and always getting out alive.

You were then sent back to and joined the Avengers initiative but the avengers were suspicious of you as you came out of nowhere, no files, no nothing but a name and Fury’s trust.

No one knew who you are to protect your identity in recon so the avengers treated you coldly but you didn’t care, you didn’t tell it to your father about the situation you are in because you were train to adapt and you did. You were kind to them and all as you and Natasha got closer… like really close. Out of all Natasha Romanoff is the one you have trusted the most.

You got out from the elevator after a short report you did to Nick about the information you got for the Winter Soldier when you heard the laughing of the team as they sat in the living room with pizza on the table as they talked and laugh at each other.

The laughter halted when they all noticed you and silence came… you knew you were never welcome her but your father trust them so you really had no choice but to put up with it, sensing their discomfort you just gave them a nod greeting them.

“Good evening Avengers” no one answered as you expected and left and went to your room, you heard a light foot steps following you and a hand holding your wrist and seeing a familiar red head you have fallen with for the past few weeks.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry about the boys you know how hard headed they are” she sincerely apologized to you as you gave her a soft smile

“it’s ok Natasha, I know they still don’t fully trust me and I understand why, so it’s cool” you replied to her as she looked at you suspiciously searching your face for any lies but you being good at hiding your emotion she immediately gave up when she didn’t find one.

“So… Movie night?” she asked cheekily at you as your brows furrows

“what about the others?” you asked her as she started pulling you towards her room as she shrugged

“they can take care of themselves, come on!”

One day when you were alone practicing in the gym at 6 am of the morning you accidentally took off your clothes leaving you in your sports bra forgetting that Steve Rogers is always awake at that time and saw your Hydra mark on your chest and thought of you as an enemy and told the team as they planned to eliminate you on the next mission.

To eliminate the Hydra scum.

“can I get a hand over here?” you heard Clint said in the coms as you took down the last guy from your floor inside a hydra base that you’ve been recon last week

“I’m coming on your way” you answered running to Clint’s direction knowing the base like the palm of your hands as you shot a Hydra soldier who was sneaking behind him

“Thanks” you nodded at him you continue your pursuit taking down agents as you skillfully glide yourself on the battle field.

The battle had stop when Clint finished the last guy as Steve and Natasha immerge from the control room with a case on hand.

They must have gotten the information

“Mission complete, how’s the perimeter Tony?” Captain said on the coms as you get close to Natasha scanning her for any injuries and sighted in relieve when you found none.

“Perimeter is clear as the sky Steve were ready to go home” you smiled at the thought of home… Fury promised you a dinner with Maria and Coulson when you get back since things have been busy these couple of week and you were really excited about it since it’s going to be your first dinner with them again since you got back from recon.

“time for phase 2 then, Romanoff” you frowned at Steve’s word

Phase 2? You never heard about it when at the briefing

You were still in confusion when Steve called Natasha and you felt a searing pain by your side

You wiped your head to your side seeing a knife… a knife you gifted to Natasha lunge by your side.

You looked at her eyes full of betrayal and so as Clint and Steve who was in there with you.

“Phase 2 complete, were leaving, now die you Hydra scum” Steve said voice full of spite hearing a ‘good job’ from Tony and a ‘let’s go’ from Clint as you fall down on your knees looking at their retreating figure leaving you.

The last one you saw was the red headed assassin taking one last look at you as they close the door as your whole body fall down on the cold ground.

You shakily grabbed your phone dialing your father’s number as he answered rather cheerful

“Y/N why are you calling me? Is your mission done?” you heard your dad’s voice making you tear up a bit

“D-dad…”

“get your ass here kid Maria and Coulson just arrived here and im about to finish cooking these turkey”

“c-can I have a rain check on the dinner dad… I kinda messed up…” your voice was now shaking and you are feeling colder than usual the blade may have a poison as you felt a burn and getting light headed faster than normal.

Fury must have sense that there is something wrong by the way your voice sounded

“Y/N what happened? Are you ok?” you can hear his voice full of worry as you heard Maria and Coulson from the background asking what’s wrong.

“I-I think I was the p-phase 2 of S-Steve’s plan dad… it’s really g-getting cold here ya know” blood tricked on the ground from your wound

Your vision darken as flashes of memories filled your eyes.

You can hear the shuffles from the other line saying they are tracking my call and will be sending medical help

“I’m s-scared d-dad… I still d-don’t wanna go” you cried,

“Help is on the way Y/N keep holding on I’m here for you kid” you can hear the shakiness of your father’s voice, you kept trying to keep your eyes open and now seeing dark spots forming.

“T-thanks for everything dad… tell Maria and Coulson I love them…” your voice was barely audible hearing their cried for you to wake up.

“Keep your eyes open for me kid… please”

“I-I think a need a nap… l-love you dad” and you were gone.

They kept calling for you but you never answered back.

Fury along with Maria and Coulson with a medical team arrived at the base eyes redden because of crying as they found you on the cold ground with your phone by your side and a stab.

Fury cradle you like a baby as the medic announced your death with Maria and Coulson crying by the side.

“Did you check the monitors?” Fury’s cold voice echoed in a quinjet as your cold body layed beside him with your head on his lap stroking the hair that is covering your face.

“you’re not gonna like it boss…” Maria said with blood shot eyes as she played the video of Steve ordering the Phase 2 and Natasha Romanoff stabbing you as they left you.

“call them up at SHIELD… they would pay for what they did to her” Nick ordered as Coulson took his phone out to call them.

Nick glanced at you as he swiped some blood by your mouth hugging your corpse closer to him.

They avenger’s arrived at SHIELD seeing Fury holding Y/N’s hand as she lay dead on the table with Maria and Coulson by the back holding back their anger.

“what is this Fury?” Steve stepped out in confusion to why they got the body of Y/N

“What is the phase 2 Captain” Nick’s voice was colder than usual

“… to eliminate the Hydra-“ Steve answered as the other’s stayed silent

“and who is the Hydra?”

“Y/n…”

Then there’s silence, the team were uncomfortable with the silence but Steve was getting impatient with all of it.

“Look I don’t know what is your point here but you should thank us for killing the mole here Fury”

Fury looked at them as Coulson held Maria who was about to attack Steve as Fury spoke…

“I see no dead mole here Rogers… all I see is my dead daughter”

The team’s eyes widen as they froze from there spot

“W-what?” Bruce asked

“Y/N Fury... is my daughter who you called a Hydra scum”

“B-but she had the brand-“

“She had the brand because she was undercover inside Hydra that gave her the mark to extract information for your missions that is saving billions!” Fury angrily shouted making them all flinch.

All of it dawned to them as Natasha fall into her knees realizing she killed a hero… she killed her friend who trusted her… she killed the person who loved her…

“I pulled her out of the recon to keep her safe knowing her all her covers were blown, I put her into your team so she can be protected thinking after all those years of being away we can have a normal dinner like she wanted for years, I trusted my daughter in your hand yet you are the one who killed her…”

Fury stood up tears streaming down on his face

“Avenger Initiative’s termination is effective immediately, all of you would be put in maximum security prison for killing Y/N Fury” Agents entered taking their weapons and cuffing them

“Nick… I’m sorry” Steve’s voice filled with regret rang out as Fury looked at him coldly throwing a file on the ground in front of him as the content spilled revealing pictures of the Winter Soldier.

“Y/N wanted to give you this information from the last recon she was put in to, James “Bucky” Barnes is alive and now known as the Winter Soldier who is working for Hydra and has killed thousands”

Steve’s face was full of shock knowing his best friend Bucky is alive…

“Nick-“

“I’m sorry to cap…” Fury cut him off and coldly apologies to Steve who is now confuse to why as everyone in the room looked at them in silence.

“you took someone dear away from me… and now I’m taking yours, Good Bye Avengers and thank you for your service” before Steve and others could react they were all tranquilized knocking them out cold and only waking up in a glass cell with Ross smirking at them as they sat there in silence thinking the things that they have done for you.

“welcome to your new life Avengers…in prison!” and a loud laugh erupted from Ross as he walked out as ex-heroes gazes followed his exit.

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realcube · 3 years

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saying things they don’t mean during an argument

navi | masterlist | taglist

thank you to anon for this request <3

characters ♡ msby black jackals (hinata, sakusa, atsumu, bokuto)

content warning ♡ angst, hurt to comfort, fluff, swearing, crying, adoption (sakusa’s) & suffocation (?)

kōtarō bokuto

♡ you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest - you knew he was a bit boyish sometimes but you never expected him to be so childish in regards to a simple request

♡ ‘bokuto, i have so much on my plate!’ you cried, tightly gripping the sheets underneath you, ‘planning the wedding, going to work, doing almost every chore in this damn house and filing all our fucking taxes!’

♡ you momentarily paused to look at him, expecting a look of sympathy but instead getting an eyeroll which prompted you to continue, ‘and all i am asking for is you to run a few errands! that’s it! why are you so opposed? i thought you enjoyed grocery shopping?!’

♡ bokuto pulled his night-shirt over his head as he stormed to his side of the bed, ‘it’s not fun without you!’ he whined childishly, plopping himself down next to you and gasping when you had the audacity to shuffle away from him

♡ ‘it’s not supposed to be fun, bokuto!’ you yelled, completely fed-up with him at this point, ‘a few errands, that’s all i ask of you!’

♡ bokuto notices how your voice shook and your lashline glistened; he didn’t want you to cry so he begrudgingly gave it, but with a strong comment to go along with it so you knew that he really didn’t want to

♡ 'fine! i don't need you anyway!'

♡ then proceeded to dramatically pull the duvet over himself and pout, averting his gaze to the wall opposite

♡ in this context, he hoped that you’d understand his comment and not take him too seriously but since you were already on the verge of tears, this simply pushed you over the edge

♡ you buried your face in your hands and hid under the blanket in hopes he didn’t realise you were crying but his senses are just different when it comes to you so try stifle that sob all you want, he’s still going to hear it and he’s still going to instantly pull you into his arms while frantically apologising

♡ ‘please don’t cry, (y/n)! i really didn’t mean it- i do need you! i love you so much, my life wouldn’t be the same without you! you do so much for me and i am so sorry for not showing you how grateful i am! like you’re so pretty and kind and talented and smart - only geniuses can do taxes - so i’m just so lucky to be with you and i can’t wait until we’re married. please, don’t leave!’

♡ eventually his praise slowly became pleas as he begged for you not to leave/hate him

♡ he does not want to lose you bc of a silly comment he made-

♡ eventually his endless pleas started to become more than background noise to your sobs, so you finally hugged him back, whispering, ‘i can’t wait to marry you too, kō.’

♡ this action lifted a massive weight off his chest and he let out an audible sigh of relief, his grip on you loosening, ‘mhm, and of course, i’ll run the errands, babe. i suppose, it’s the least i could do.’

♡ you hummed in agreement, glad that a part of your mental stress had been relieved, allowing you to finally relax in his arms and perhaps doze off in his loving embrace

♡ ...

♡ ‘mm, you smell like marshmallows, (y/n)- can i add marshmallows to the shopping list?’

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he spoke as if you were making some crazy, otherworldly request but in reality, all you were asking was for him to take paternity leave to help you care for the baby

♡ you’re not really a baby-expert so you thought that sakusa would be happy to stay home and learn how to care for the child with you - as a couple, as a team

♡ but he was extremely opposed to the idea, spewing out a much of nonsense as to why he needs to go to work, but a part of believed that he just didn’t want to deal with his child - or maybe, he didn’t want to deal with you

♡ ‘sakusa, how do you expect me to raise a whole baby on my own! they need a lot of attention - i don’t think you understand how big of a commitment this is, you can’t treat it like a hobby!’ you cried, having long before burst into tears because your mind told you the worse - that he didn’t actually love you, he lied about wanting a kid, he lied when he said ‘i do’.

♡ usually during arguments when he notices that you’ve started to cry, he’ll drop everything he was doing to shuffle over to you and wrap you in arms, then whisper sweet-nothings into your ear until you feel better but today, he showed little consideration to your emotions as he continued pacing through the living room while you bawled your eyes out on the couch

♡ ‘i thought you loved (c/n)! you were so gentle around them but it turns out you’re not even willing to take a paternity leave to help take care of them!’

♡ ‘what happened to the man i married?’

♡ ‘kiyoomi, you need to revaluate yourse--’

♡ you wouldn’t allow him to get a word in, which was probably for the best considering he had nothing good to say

♡ but you were forced to cut yourself off when heard the sound of shattering so you immediately search for the source of the noise and there stood sakusa, his hand resting on the decorative table in the place your framed wedding photo once was - now, it was laying smashed on the ground surrounded by it’s own glass shards

♡ he pushed it off like the petty bastard he was

♡ while you sat stunned, staring the mess he just voluntarily made, he quickly turned on his heel and strolled away at a leisurely pace, 'my life was a lot easier before you entered it.'

♡ that was the last you heard of it for the next three days - you were giving each other the silent treatment

♡ you couldn’t have any sort of grain for three whole days bc they are all on the top shelf and you usually make him grab it for you but you refused to talk to him-

♡ you were the first one to break it though as you noticed that he hadn’t went to work for the last three days and curiosity got the better of you

♡ ‘kiyoomi.’ you called out to him from the kitchen but he didn’t even look up from his book - ‘parenting for dummies’ - causing you to scoff, ‘why aren’t you going to work? did something happen?’

♡ finally, he sighed and shifted his gaze off his book but only to shoot you demeaning look, as if you were stupid, ‘paternity leave, duh.’

♡ the corners of your lips twitched into a smile, which you quickly forced away when you recalled the events that occurred three days ago and the hurtful things he said, instinctively looking over at the decorative table to remind yourself of what he did

♡ but to your surprise, the picture was no longer laying on the ground, pooling in shards of glass but rather, it sit on the table with a brand new frame - which had both of your initials engraved onto it along with the date of the ceremony

♡ you didn’t need to choke out an inquiry as sakusa noticed your stunned expression and answered on his own, ‘i bought a new frame. i hope you like it.’

♡ of course you liked it; this one was a chic black with silver decals which matched your living room aesthetic way better than the other, tacky blue one did - plus, this one was customised which made you love it even more

♡ ‘i do. i really do. but i don’t like your attitude lately.’ you muttered, shaking your head as you waddled over to the couch

♡ sakusa was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you down next to him, ‘i’m sorry, love.’ his voice cracked slightly as he whispered in your ear, ‘i cannot put into words how much harder my life would be without you. i just..hope you understand.’

♡ it’s not that sakusa was bad with words; he was just too emotional and overwhelmed to produce a long, coherent sentiment for you so he just prayed that you recognized that everything he said on that day was meaningless

♡ ‘i love you, (y/n).’

atsumu miya

♡ you rolled your eyes, ignoring him and continuing to type your essay until atsumu slammed your laptop closed

♡ ‘please, (y/n)! you know how much this means to me! i’ve been waiting for this festival for years!’

♡ you scoffed, folding your arms and patiently waiting for him to move his filthy hand off your laptop, ‘i do and i’m proud of you. but i have a lecture that day and my exams are just around the corner - and you know how much my education means to me.’

♡ atsumu had to take a moment to suppress a gag at how sickening and condescending your tone was, ‘it’s just one lecture, (y/n)! you’re not going to fail your exams because you missed one lectu--’

♡ ‘you don’t know that.’

♡ atsumu blinked twice, a unimpressed expression painted on his face as he let out a sigh, realising there was no possible way he’s going to be able to get through to you - i mean, he’s been trying for the last 20 minutes to no avail

♡ he ran his hand through his hairs, turning on his heel, heading towards the door and left

♡ but not before peering over his shoulder to shoot you a nasty glare and spitting, ‘you’re so selfish. you can’t even do one thing that’d make me happy - you never can.’

♡ that was the final thing he said to you for the next....20 minutes

♡ that’s actually a new record for him - usually he storms out of the room, sulks for a minute or two then renters to beg for your forgiveness

♡ but not today. he was so mad that he needed 20 whole minutes to cool down and come to his senses

♡ but once he did, when he came back into the room, he expected to see you typing your essay or studying as usual since his words don’t usually effect you too much

♡ so of course he was shocked when he slipped back into your shared bedroom to see you with the duvet tossed over your whole figure, faint sobs coming from underneath

♡ his immediate reaction was to pull the blanket away and offer himself as your source of heat, so he wrapped you in his muscular embrace, ‘b-babe.’ he stuttered, eyes-wide as he never would’ve thought you’d take his words seriously, ‘are you okay?’

♡ he knew that was a stupid question but he simply asked it to determine how sad you were - and considering you weren’t able to babble out a reply, that wasn’t a good sign

♡ ‘you’re not selfish.’ he reassured you while rubbing circles on your back, ‘if anything, i was being selfish- and nothing makes me as happy as you do, (y/n). i- i really didn’t mean it.’

♡ he paused only to place a kiss on the top of your head, ‘i love you- and to show you how much i love you..i’ll drop you off at your lecture on that day, and take you to the festival afterwards; does that sound good?’

♡ you were finally able to choke out a response but only to explain how unachievable his idea was, ‘my lecture finishes at 5 and the festival ends at 7, and there is a 45 minute drive between the two- you’re only going to be able to spend a little over an hour there.’

♡ ‘and i’ll have a blast in that time!’

♡ you sighed, your lips twitching into a small smile as you buried your face into his chest as you really couldn’t look him in the eye, ‘and why can’t you just go without me again?’

♡ ‘who the fuck am i going to play dance dance revolution against if you don’t come?’

shōyo hinata

♡ you crossed your arms over your chest, internally regretting ever opening your mouth to try calm down fiancé as now, not only is he even more angry, but also most of his anger with now directed at you rather than manager, like it was previously

♡ eventually, you started to develop a headache from all his screaming and shouting so you politely asked him to calm down, to which he replied, ‘calm down?! you’re the one who made me mad with your rude-ass comment and now you’re telling me to calm down?!’

♡ you preferred it when he was demanding for you to say ‘butt’ instead of ‘ass’ because now that’s he spent more time with bokuto, he’s started swearing more often and to be honest, it’s scary when a 5″4 ginger sunshine is yelling at you, calling you a ‘rude-ass’

♡ ‘shōyō, if i’m completely honest, i have no idea why what i said was so mean and i have no idea what’s going on- why are you so mad at your manager?’

♡ suddenly, he twisted his neck to look at you as if you had just been possessed, ‘what?’ he inquired in a hushed tone, his voice hoarse and oddly sinister

♡ you quirked a brow, too tired of his constant bitching to pay attention to his tone of voice, ‘yeah, you speak too fast, shōyō.’ you said with a shrug, checking your nails to ensure that he knew that you truly did not care about how he scowled at you, ‘plus, i just don’t understand why this gets you so worked up - i try, i really do, but i guess your volleyball problems just go over my head.’

♡ hinata clenched his fist, realising that he wasn’t going to make any progress by complaining to you. he whipped his head away before storming off, not even sparing you a final glance, ‘you just don’t get it; you don’t understand anything i say and you don’t even make a fucking effort! you just think you are so much better than everyone - well, you’re not! try coming back down to reality with the rest of us, and then we can talk.’

♡ followed by a slam of the door which rattled through the whole apartment

♡ you really had never seen hinata so angry before in your 6 years of being together

♡ the words he said were far from pleasant and a part of you wondered in he genuinely meant them, perhaps he had been supressing those thoughts for ages and now that he was finally mad, he could let it all out

♡ though you tried to reassure yourself that everyone says things they don’t mean when they are angry, but the tears started flowing on their own

♡ hinata didn’t plan on seeing you for another few hours as he had the idea of heading over to bokuto’s, have a drink and cool down but when he hopped out the shower, he realised he had left his phone in the bedroom - where he left you.

♡ begrudgingly, he slid into the room with the intention of grabbing his phone then leaving but that went to shit when he noticed that you were bundled up under the blankets, and he could hear distant sniffles coming from underneath

♡ and hinata only has four moods: mad asf, happy asf, loving you & volleyball...asf

♡ so upon seeing you in such a state, presumably because of what he said, elicited his mood to change from ‘mad asf’ to ‘loving you’

♡ he pounced on you, causing you to fall sideways and squeal but he simply did not give a fuck

♡ ‘baby! i am so sorry! i didn’t think what i said would make you cry!’ he blubbered, or at least, that’s what it sounded like since you couldn’t actually see him due to the fact he had trapped you under the blankets, ‘i don’t know why i even said that! you’re not like that at all- i don’t think of you like that!’

♡ he paid little regard for your pleas of mercy as you squirmed frantically under the blanket, trying to escape his grip and body weight. he simply continued babbling on about how sorry he was and how amazing you are, ‘you are down here with the rest of us - i just said for no reason. please don’t be mad! you are - what does bokuto call it again? - oh! a humble--’

♡ ‘shōyō! i’ll forgive you if you get off me right now - i can hardly breathe!’

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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SW Suddenly-Omegaverse AU: Surrogacy, Worldbuilding, Obi-Mom

Truly the main irony of all this is that everyone considers Obi-Wan the Better Omega but Anakin is the one who's actually 👀👀👀 about pregnancy

Obi-Wan: I have the deepest respect for those who do it, but the idea of growing another person inside of me is weird and gross, no, thank you.

Meanwhile Anakin is like. Immediate baby fever. Someone actually approaches him like "hey... there are forms you can fill out to request an exception for pregnancy, and like... regulations" because he's that obvious about it.

I assume that if they've got safety nets for accidental pregnancies, then they're probably aware that there are people who want to do it on purpose? I feel like in an omegaverse where 'biological imperative to procreate' can be so much more intense, then maybe there's old precedent that stuck around even after suppressants got most of those hormones under better control.

Bit torn. Just know I want Anakin to Make Baby.

"Anakin, what are you--" "Do you think offering to be someone's surrogate would be acceptable to the council as a way to be pregnant without getting attached." "...what." "They'd probably accept that as a way to practice not getting attached, right?" "N...no, that's not... what?"

Anakin approaching Bail and Breha and being like “Do you... still want a kid? I would provide a kid. Do you want one here*?”

* in this dimension

Great way to give up the baby as a parent because he'd still be able to see them once in a while but also like... it's not HIS kid, technically. He can be a cool uncle who happened to give birth, which is distant enough to not be 'attached,' but close enough that his Tatooine-raised 'must ensure family is safe whenever possible' background doesn't flip out. It helps that 'Core World Royalty' is like... a top-tier family to be raised in.

(It would have to be post-war because he probably shouldn’t be risking his life while very pregnant. He needs to be reminded of that sometimes.)

Bail/Breha is an alpha/alpha relationship and while a pregnancy is still possible,* it’s a whole lot more difficult, and that's on top of Breha's canon medical issues that resulted in her heart and lungs getting replaced.

* AFAB alphas can get pregnant, and AMAB omegas can inseminate, but the success rate on that angle is much lower than the 'traditional' alpha/omega roles, as is any attempt at reproduction outside rut/heat. They're low-fertility overall for the non-dominant aspect of their reproductive system, which... ha, Anakin and Obi-Wan try to get explanations for why the senary system works the way it does, but it's a very longform history lesson that comes down to 'idk this got cemented so long ago that nobody really knows why anymore.'

AKA "why do you title these roles male omega and female alpha instead of intersex omega and intersex alpha since both parties have both genitals."

ANYWAY

Anakin: I want to make babies. But I don't want to get kicked out of the order. But I don't want to give up my own babies for adoption. But I can't keep my own babies if I want to stay a Jedi. So basically I want to have someone else's babies? Anakin: ...wait shit that's just surrogacy.

Anakin, calling up Obi-Wan: Hey are the Organas still struggling to have a kid? Obi-Wan: ...not really your business. Anakin: You're friends with Bail again though, right? Obi-Wan: I am, but-- Anakin: Do you think they'd want me to be a surrogate? Obi-Wan: What.

I can't decide if it's funnier for the Order to be like "I mean... technically there's no rules against this?" or if this is a precedent set by at least three omegas every generation because that's just how a/b/o manifested for omegas in a biological and cultural sense.

Bail: Wait, your former apprentice is... volunteering... to be our surrogate. Obi-Wan, exhausted: Yes. Bail: He barely knows us. Obi-Wan: He respects you and you're the closest people he knows that want a child and would be good parents. Bail: And he's just... volunteering? Obi-Wan: Yes. Also, you did say your primary worry was that a surrogate might be targeted for assassination and you couldn't ask someone to risk that, right? Anakin is very much able to avoid assassins, and would be staying primarily in the Temple anyway. Very safe, and not particularly scared of assassins in the first place. Bail: Your words say you approve, but your tone says otherwise. Obi-Wan: Anakin considers me his father. I'm not old enough to be a grandparent. Bail: Ah.

Anakin is a surrogate and enjoys it and everything is fine and then like a year later he's accidentally pregnant with his own and Rex's kid, and nobody knows how to ask if it's actually an accident.

A suggestion from @gelpenss:

OH MAN i.... have to drive home. But I just had a thought about like. I always want to poke at Betas in A/B/O like are they “normal” or different from our standard or.... but ANYWAY assuming they have a pheromonal thing I just think it would be neat if betas had the ability to be the Bucket of Cold Water. Like if caught early enough, and with the caveat it’s not permanent, a beta could arrest a rut or heat in its tracks until a more ideal time. Like. They aren’t birth control. But they are the remind me later button.

Okay done driving I am Returned to bring up why I brought up betas and it’s this: well okay 1. It plays nice with a popular but inaccurate dog breeding urban legend that female dogs will like, delay heat cycles? so that the bitches above them in pack hierarchy have first choice of mate selection. And I think in omegaverse it would be cool if that was a Bio Fact, and also historically enforced by the third designation. 2. It gives me an excuse to have betas have the Most Sensitive sense of smell because it’s their “job” to pick up on things before they go too far to be put on pause. 3. I’m just thinkin ‘bout a beta clone [...] just hovering around Obi-Wan because they found out how much stress his heat cycle causes and they’re like “okay cool I will help make sure it does Not”

I want to like a/b/o verses but betas niggle at me. I want to give them a hat and a Function that woulda helped before modern medicine.

I'm not sure how I feel about betas being able to delay heats, but I do like the idea of them having a more sensitive sense of pheromone smell than most. Most aliens assume it's omegas with the best sense of smell, and betas with the worst, but it's more complicated than that because they all specialize: Alphas are actually less attuned to pheromone smells, but more attuned to things that were useful back when humans were still a hunter-gatherer species. Omegas tend to be heightened towards danger smells like fire or aggression, and pheromones relating to children/care. Betas, as suggested above, are very sensitive to pheromone changes relating to mood and behavior of the community around them.

I like the idea that betas were historically the ones that ended up taking care children, unmated omegas, and so on during people's heats and ruts, because they kept their heads about themselves long enough to do things like cook and clean while someone was reeking of hormones. The checks and balances work out that betas may have lower fertility, but it makes them better able to support the network around them.

It works in with humanity's general collective history of thriving the most when working as a community.

Given that I decided that this is Jangobi, the clones might all subconsciously view Obi-Wan as Mom. Not intentionally, but, you know... Obi-Wan the not-evil stepmother. He doesn't know how he got into this situation, but he sure is here, and he sure as hell doesn't know how to get out.

Obi-Wan "I don't need to get pregnant, I have three million stepchildren" Kenobi

I definitely love "clones all want to make Obi-Wan's heats less stressful" but like in a different way from Whatever The Fuck Anakin's Got Going On.

Obi-Wan using the force to dull the pain in a Shiny's broken leg while the medic works on it and the Shiny just mumbles "Thanks mom" and everyone gets very embarrassed and pretends it didn't happen.

But then it happens again. And again.

Obi-Wan asks for an explanation from Cody and gets a halting response that, since Jango is technically their father, and his scent has been all over Obi-Wan recently... and Obi-Wan puts in a lot of effort to take care of them all.......

Anakin overhears the clones calling Obi-Wan "mom" and just. The most judgmental eyebrow raise.... Mostly in the sense of "You never let me call you dad" "Thought you said you weren't anyone's parent." "Hey, hey, Obi-Wan. What the fuck."

BOBA. BOBA ABSOLUTELY CALLS OBI-WAN MOM WHENEVER POSSIBLE. IT'S DEEPLY FRUSTRATING.

Obi-Wan eventually manages to admit that he's uncomfortable with it at minimum because of the gendering the word has for him, can they at least use the neutral 'buir' instead?

Word spreads like fire, takes like two days max for everyone to switch.

(Anakin demands cuddles as compensation for not getting to call Obi-Wan any true parental term for years.)

#Anakin Skywalker #Obi Wan Kenobi #Bail Organa #Rexwalker #Jangobi #Captain Rex #Commander Cody #Boba Fett #star wars #the clone wars #omegaverse #SW Suddenly Omegaverse #mpreg tw #phoenix posts

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gucciwins · 3 years

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The First Kiss

Harry and Y/N go on their first date...will they finally become something more?

Word count: 4814

A/N: I know how much you all love breakout room and the follow up it's your birthday. I love writing them and it's been a while but do know they are doing well. this is nothing but sweet fluff. I do mention the vaccine and wearing masks which I hope you all are doing. it's important to stay safe and truly wish nothing but the best for you all. I love you xxx

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“Are you feeling good? I sent over a goodie basket.”

Harry giggled, loving how concerned you were. “I’m doing good, baby.” He sees you tuck your head into your sweater smiling, when he notices it’s the one he sent you in a goodie basket after you got your second shot of the vaccine.

It’s spring break, and Harry can finally say he is officially vaccinated after letting the mandated two weeks pass. It’s perfect timing, honestly, as he has been itching to finally see you in person again.

Your university let you know that they would begin to have vaccine dates open to students through an email that you quickly forwarded to Harry. You had to register to get a date for your first vaccine, and slots were filling up fast. You shot Harry multiple texts telling him what day you got and time, but you went without an answer for an hour which is weird, seeing as Harry never liked to leave you waiting more than five minutes.

By the time he got back to you, he had to wait two weeks, unlike you, who would be getting in only three days. You asked why he didn’t answer, and he said he was in class. You frowned because even then, he always answered. He then confessed he lost his phone in his apartment and didn’t have time to search for it.

You laughed about it, but he was disappointed because he wanted to see you. To give you a hug. To hold your hand.

After spending his birthday together, you both decided against meeting in person for safety even though you both wanted to, more than anything. You postponed your date to the future. Instead, you completed the group assignment through zoom meetings that led to facetime calls. After submitting the project and learning that you aced the assignment, well, you both caved in.

Harry gushed on how he always got B’s on the professor’s assignments, and to celebrate, he sent you a dozen cupcakes from the bakery that you never stop raving about located only three blocks from where you live. Then proceeded to call him over to celebrate and who was he to say no. Harry was shocked at how rich and full of flavor they were because he wasn’t aware it was vegan. Yet, it tasted better than anything he ever had. Harry realized why it was your favorite, promising to take you there in person to have your pick of favorites and not only red velvet and carrot cake because they were safe choices.

You couldn’t say you’ve been on a proper date with Harry, but you’d like to count all the zoom calls and facetime calls as dates not that you let Harry know it would only inflate his ego. You’d start a call to ask a question on assignments, and it would lead to sharing stories back and forth of what their favorite book was to where they would visit if they could go that very second. You loved how insightful he was, also liked how he used pastel highlighters to mark his annotations. Harry was a fan of how you always had a pencil in your hair or behind your ear. How you always had a snack on hand because you didn’t want to listen to professors without something to eat or you’d lose focus.

You were glad you’d be able to get together safely but also taking all the needed precautions. Safety is hot, as Harry liked to say all the time when you sent him photos of you wearing your masks.

“Yeah, like the basket?”

Harry grins, but it’s not as bright due to the lacking pixels of your laptop. He holds it up, having placed it in his lap. “I did love the bath bombs.”

You smile back at him, “Going to change your life. Self-care is important, bub. Even in the smallest ways as a bath.”

Harry nods, “I know, baby. The reason I remember to take deep breaths each morning, no longer eager to reach for my phone.”

“Proud of you.”

“And I of you, baby.”

Harry shines his dimples at you when you turn your head away at the sweet name he started calling you a few weeks ago. You adored it, honestly, but it always left you feeling flustered.

“H, please.”

“Baby, I like seeing you flustered.”

“You’re a menace.”

He shrugs, still giggling.

“How are Mitch and Sarah?”

“Wonderful, sickly in love as always. Spend their time at Sarah’s like composing together.”

“That’s sweet.” You lean in, smiling at him, “you know we should all hang out together. I get to meet Mitch properly and see Sarah again, and you’ll get to meet Amy.” You grow excited at the thought.

“Not before I get to see you.”

“H, we got to coordinate a day that works for all of us. No need to get jealous.”

“Not jealous.”

“Sure,” you reply sarcastically.

“Got to learn to share me with Amy. I cook her lunch and dinner; otherwise, she’d be nothing but a walking cadaver.”

“I want you to make me lunch and dinner,” he pouts.

“I can now that you’ve vaxxed.”

“That I am, so you are.”

“Yes,” you’re waiting for him to go on.

“Will you go on a date with me? Think we waited long enough, and if my feelings weren’t obvious enough, I like you and really want to take you out.” he rambles on.

You interrupt him knowing fully well he could go on for days, “I’d love to, Harry.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Yes, Harry.”

“Great. Friday then.”

“I’m free.”

“I know, know your schedule by heart.”

“Creep,” you gasp at the news.

“Shush, like you don’t have my classes added to your planner.” Your turn to pout.

“I like knowing your schedule, and they overlap.”

“I do too. Look forward to your messages every day between classes.”

“So Friday? What are you planning?”

“A picnic.”

You jump up in excitement, causing your laptop to fall back on your bed before you dive to save it. Harry yelling dramatically in the background as if you just dropped him.

“H, be quiet. You’re fine.”

“Dropped me, darling.”

“Dork.”

He mutters something in return, but you can’t hear him.

“So I’ll prepare lunch because you’ve told me once or twice that you’re hopeless in the kitchen.” Harry doesn’t even try to fight you because it’s true. “You’ll take care of drinks and desserts.”

“Seems like you’re planning the date,” he teases.

“I like picnics.”

“Well, I like you, so I’ll let you take over.”

Your smile turns soft, reaching your hand out as if you could reach in and caress him. “I like you, too. I can’t wait to give you a hug.”

“Counting down the hours.”

“Alright, you have class in ten, and you always struggle to log in.”

“Making me hang up. Not fair.” Harry frowns, debating skipping class for you.

“Don’t think about it, Styles.”

“Fine. Take care, baby.”

“Bye, H.”

A date.

You have a date with Harry.

Finally, it happened.

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You were nervous.

Why were you nervous? It was just Harry.

Harry, who wanted to date you from your first meeting, who emailed you asking you out, and who has not stopped talking to you since February. Constantly reminding you of his feelings for you. You hope he knew you felt the same, in texts and sending him little gifts even as small as writing him a letter.

You got up early today to prepare lunch. You decided on sandwiches, a non-messy meal, and Harry always said he wanted to try the bakery bread you use and not the basic store-bought. It was a bit pricey but not as much anymore because you had become a regular, meaning the sweet owner began giving you a discount, especially when finding out you're a student. Still, you always remember to leave a good tip. The turkey sandwiches were finished with cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes. Looked so good that Amy had one as you were making them. You made three and packed them up in your glass reusable containers.

Staring at the sandwiches, it felt like too little food when Harry had told you many times how much he enjoys eating, so you cleaned up and got to make a second meal. You decided on vegetable rice paper rolls. A favorite and easy meal to make that you enjoyed eating. It was packed with lettuce, avocado, cabbage, bell peppers, cucumbers, noodles, and fresh herbs. This was a meal your dad made you all the time as a child with the special slightly spicy peanut sauce that you could drizzle on top.

Harry was going to enjoy this, so you hoped. He promised to make strawberry lemonade. Assured you that it would not be store-bought, and you believed him. During one of your late conversations, he shared how his sister would make him some when she returned from uni. Reminds him of home, he would say.

After packing everything away in the fridge to keep it cool it was time to get ready. You stood in front of your closet for a good five minutes before you began to swipe through the hangers. You knew you wanted to wear a dress; it was warm weather and would only get hotter as the day went on.

You searched your entire closet, there were three options once you had decided on, but you called Amy in to make the final decison for you. She decided on the one sitting in the middle of your bed, which was exactly what you were thinking.

The dress was a white button-front high slit that fit you nicely. You hadn't used it in quite some time, seeing as when you left your apartment, it would be in leggings, sweats, and the first sweater you could slip on.

You couldn't stop looking in the mirror, loving how it flowed around you when you twirled. For accessories, you slipped on a gold ring that had a little heart on it and another that was a gift shaped like a small snake as it was going to scale down your finger. A simple heart locket gifted to you by your grandparents hung right above your cleavage. You decided to leave your hair natural, liking how it air-dried after the shower you had that morning.

There was no makeup on your face, just your favorite rosebud salve lip balm that left your lips soft. Amy insisted you put some on, but you stood firm in your decision, knowing you'd be wearing a mask and didn't want anything smudging.

You looked down at the time on your phone and knew it was time to head down, Harry said twelve, and you didn't want to make him come up to your apartment only to walk down the three levels again. You grabbed the picnic basket that was sitting in the back of yours and Amy's shared doorway closet and made sure to place everything neatly, leaving room for Harry's drink and stashing a bunch of napkins in for any accidents. Basket prepared, you slipped your sunglasses in your hair, placing your lavender tote bag with tiny embroidered daisies on your shoulder that contained sunscreen, your wallet, extra face masks, and a book Harry had told he had wanted to read.

Before opening your door, you put on the white mask that you embroidered sunflowers on. It was one of your favorites, and glad it complimented your look well. You walked down the stairs slowly, not wanting to drop the basket.

You walk out the front door and find Harry getting out of the yellow mask on his face. As you get closer, you can see it's the one you made him. It has bees on it, and embroidered on the left side is 'my honey.' Harry had turned quite pink when he opened the gift he got in the mail over facetime with her. You happily screenshot his reaction, happy to have it to look back on.

As soon as you reach him, it's as if all the nerves you had disappeared. Calm washes over you as he comes to stand in front of you. You can't see the smile he has, but the crinkles by his eyes prove he's just as happy to see you.

"Hi, Harry," you say, your eyes taking him all in.

Harry doesn't hide, he's checking you out, and you're thankful for the mask at the moment, able to hide how bashful you're feeling. "Hello, baby. You look gorgeous. I'm a lucky man."

"Yeah," you swayed side to side, "gave me a reason to dress up."

"Always beautiful, but I'm so glad to see more than just your shoulders." He laughs, and you join him.

"Look pretty, H. I had not seen this cardigan." You reach out, running a finger down over the pastel yellow cardigan that looks to be well-loved. He paired it with a plain white shirt that fits him loosely with Gucci denim trousers that he told you he found a few years ago when he was thrift shopping in London with his mother.

"No, brought it out just for you. Wanted it to match my favorite mask." Although he couldn't see it, you hoped your eyes were doing their job expressing your joy. "Let's put this basket in the trunk. Got a blanket and a few pillows as well as the lemonade."

"And the dessert?"

He chuckles, "and the dessert."

You place everything in the trunk, taking a step back for Harry to close it. He walks you over to your door, opening it for you, you offer a soft thank you, but before you get in, you turn to look at him.

"What is it, baby?"

You stare down at your ribbon-tied wedges before looking up into his piercing green eyes. "Can I have a hug? I just--I'm really happy to see you."

Harry falters for a second before answering, "of course, come here." He's quick to bring you in for a hug, and it feels like home. It's comfortable, and you can't believe you haven't hugged him since February, a good two months ago, when it has honestly felt like a lifetime. "I would have earlier, but when you came out, you truly shocked me with how amazing you looked."

You just hug him tighter, enjoying feeling his strong arms around you. He looks at you smiling. "That was nice." You nod because it was, and if he'd let you, you'd stay in his arms all day.

"Well, shall we go?"

"We shall."

And with that, you were off to your first date with Harry, which would hopefully lead to more.

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The drive to the park was short; you unloaded everything from the car once you got there. Harry offers to carry the basket, letting you lead to picking the spot. You walked ahead, glad he brought you to a park you recognized; it's one you liked to walk around during finals week when you were drowning in essays and exams. This was a nice break. On the other side of the park is a lake where you can rent pedal boats, but you were sure they hadn't opened up for business just yet, wanting more of the population to be vaccinated.

You led him to a secluded area laughing when he joked if you were leading him to his murder. Once you reached the clearing, one large tree with lots of shade and a few rose bushes surrounded it.

"It's beautiful here." Harry awed in amazement.

"Yeah, I found it my first year when I was trying to destress; I don't think many people know about it because it's not on the maps."

"Lucky us."

Harry grabs one end of the blanket, helping you spread it on the grass. You set your tote bag on one corner as well as setting down the pillows. As you make your way to sit down, Harry gently grabs your elbow, causing you to turn and look at him; he's holding a bouquet of tulips.

You felt your eyes well up with tears, not used to such a kind gesture; it's been a long time since you've been on a date with someone you really care about, "You got me tulips, H."

You reach forward and cradle them in your arms. "Course I did; I think you deserve all the beautiful things life has to offer."

You set the flowers on top of the basket before straightening up and pulling Harry into a hug. Your arms around his neck, his resting tightly around your waist, "including you," you whisper in his ear, causing him to squeeze you a bit tighter. Harry pulls back, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Let's eat, baby. Know you made something delicious for us to enjoy."

Harry set the food out, and you are sure to hand him the wet wipes to clean your hand before you could begin wanting to be clean and not wanting to venture out to find a restroom. He eyed the sandwiches first, then the veggie rice paper rolls.

"Couldn't decide?"

"Wasn't sure what you'd like. So I gave you two options."

"Too sweet angel." Harry leans in to kiss her cheek.

"Think we ought to take off the mask now." You giggle, sad you didn't get to feel his lips on your cheek.

"Yeah, so comfortable it doesn't really bother me wearing them. I am hungry."

You place your mask in your bag, and Harry puts his mask in his pocket. He opens up both containers and digs into the veggie rolls first. He hums after the first bite, chewing happily. "Delicious," he mutters between chews.

"Can add this peanut sauce to give it more flavor, just a tad bit spicy." He watches you as you pick up and spoon drizzle a bit on top, taking a bite. Harry follows your steps taking another bite, and his eyes go wide at the added flavor.

"Shocked, I've lived all my life without this food."

You laugh, "well, now you don't have to."

He chews happily at your response.

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Lunch is filled with little conversation, both praising each other for a well-planned meal. The strawberry lemonade complimenting the food perfectly. He brought a raspberry lemon loaf cake for dessert, and you happily admit you ate two pieces. It tasted so heavily, making Harry promise you to buy more in the future for you. He agreed, stating he'd do anything to make you happy.

"It's nice going out with someone, enjoying the sweet fresh air." Harry comments.

You hum in agreement, "I adore my alone time, but with the right company, it can feel just as perfect."

Harry's cheek turns rosy pink quickly, not at all trying to hide from you. You love that he loves to show how much you affect him.

"It feels normal like we've done this hundred of times already.”

You chuckle, nudging his shoulder. "It's cause we have. Just never called any of them dates."

"So you agree, we've been dating since February," he teases.

"Yeah, I think we can say that."

"When was our first zoom call?"

"Hmm...after class a week after your birthday. Think we worked for an hour and talked about nothing for another."

You look over at Harry loving how the sun reflects off his skin; it makes him look like a gift from the Gods. Harry feels your gaze on him, flashing you a big grin, his dimples on display just for you, because of you.

"We will call February eighth our anniversary," he declares.

You laugh, not a silent one but a full-out belly gripping laugh; you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes. Harry sits there confused, not sure where the joke was.

"You alright, baby?" He asks, just a bit concerned.

"That is what you were thinking so hard about; you couldn't figure out a week from your birthday quickly. Took you a good few minutes." You shake your head, trying to catch your breath, tiny giggles still escaping you.

"Oi, no need to be rude."

"Sorry, honey."

"Never claimed to be smart."

"The pretty ones never are," you tease.

"Alright, that's it. I've had enough."

Before you can stop him, he's on top of you, his fingers tickling you from your sides to your thighs. He knows your body getting all your secret spots that make you squirm away from. You almost succeeded in getting one of his hands over your head, but he surprises you by straddling you. You've stopped laughing, but Harry keeps going.

His curls are falling over his head, his eyes shining bright, a new lightness to them. At that moment, you realize how lucky you are, and before you know it, you reach your free hand up and place it on the back of his neck, bringing him down to your lips catching him by surprise.

Harry stays frozen for a second before sinking into the kiss, responding softly, wanting to explore you as he'd been thinking about this moment for months. You love the feel of his lips against yours; you'd happily give up breathing, never wanting to part. Harry tries to pull away, but you chase his mouth, not ready to stop kissing. He smiles against your lips, humming when he places a hand on your cheek, adding more pressure; you're not sure who lets out a moan letting it out into the universe wishing for more, hoping for forever.

You don't get butterflies or fireworks. Instead, you feel the ease of calmness wash over you like when you arrive home after a long day. That's what kissing Harry is like coming home.

You pull back, laying your head on the pillow Harry was wise to bring; you don't try to contain your smile as Harry stares down at you in a look of awe. You run your thumb over his bottom lip-loving how swollen they look thanks to you. His eyes never leave yours; you gasp as he places a kiss on your thumb before taking it in his mouth, sucking it gently; a moan escapes you, surprised at how hot the teasing is getting you.

"You're filthy, honey."

Harry smirks, "just for you, baby."

"Only our first date, H. We aren't going to move fast."

"A makeout isn't too fast for you," he teases.

"Felt just right." You smile, loving the feeling of his weight on top of you as he has not moved from his position, still straddling you.

"I agree."

"Sorry, I didn't ask if I could kiss you. Consent is sexy."

Harry's smile is soft, his eyes flicker to your lips, then back to your eyes, "You hereby have permission to kiss me whenever you please, my love."

"You know all the right things to say to make me puny for you."

"Good to know. Got to keep a mental list."

"What's on there so far?"

Harry smirks, leaning down his mouth right over your mouth; you remember the taste of lemon you felt when you kissed him, and well, you don't try to stop yourself when you attach your lips against his. There's no sweeter feeling, you've decided.

He pulls back, keeping the kiss short, "Know you can't be close to me without giving me a kiss. Know your heart is racing like it might beat out of your chest, and I know you're dying to ask me to be your boyfriend."

"Guess you are smart," you whisper.

He chuckles, nudging his nose against yours, humming as he places a kiss on the top of your nose.

"You know, I was right."

"Yeah, about what, H?" You reach your hand up to run your hand through his curls, brushing them back, giggling as they fall forward again.

"That your laugh sounds better in person. Know it's cheesy but truly music to my ears."

"You nutter!"

"Oi, picking up my slang, are you?"

"Got to, especially when you called that Evan kid a wanker for dismissing my response." You snicker, remembering the moment a few classes ago when you spoke up to give your opinion only for Evan trying to mansplain how women in politics were growing already especially having a female-run as a candidate a few years back. You would have cussed him out, but Harry did it for you. He packed up all your points with his own references. Safe to say, Evan has not spoken up since then.

"Cause he is one. You're the smartest person in the class, and that tosser should not even be in this class. Clearly, hasn't learned one bit since January."

"Settle down, honey. All in the past." You pat his chest a few times, getting his focus back on you. "Got that book you've wanted to read, want to give it a read now?"

"Course, baby. Happy you had it in your collection." He's gotten back into reading now that he seemed to have more time on his hands, and they had been bouncing recommendations off of each other. You had told him to stay off Book Tok because it was the same ten books being promoted by every page. His sister told him to read The Silent Patient, but he couldn't rationalize spending fifteen dollars, and he couldn't find the free pdf. He asked you and told him Amy bought it for you as a gift for feeding her.

"Let me get it out of my bag; you can lay in my lap easier to listen to."

Harry's eyes go wide; you're going to read him. He did not expect that, but he had to make sure. "Going to read to me, darling?"

"If you don't mind." you tuck your hand into your tote bag again, "brought my kindle in case you didn't want to. Won't be sad if you don't want to."

"No, I want you to. Yeah, more than anything. Got the prettiest voice." Harry pecks your lips, pulling back giddy because that's the first time he's kissed you, and well, he has to do it again. Your lips move in sync, the kisses feeling smoother but just as passionate. You break the kiss, playfully push him away, hands-off, letting you adjust yourself before he sets one of the smaller pillows in your lap and lays his head. Your hand is quick to find a place in his hair, thankful you've mastered the one hand reading and page-flipping due to always having a book in your hand growing up.

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After reading for a bit, Harry lifts his head from your lap, taking the time to admire you. You kept reading, letting him take you in from this new angle. You stopped brushing his hair instead, allowing yourself to get immersed in the book once again. You giggled, thinking back at Harry's reaction to the opening line of chapter one.

You had just flipped to a new page, ready to start chapter seven, when you saw how fidgety Harry had gotten. He clearly had something on his mind, so you wanted to give him his space; you had only read five words when he spoke, interrupting you.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Harry blurts, shifting to sit in front of you.

You don't smile, but you know he can see the gleam in your eyes at his words, "Hmmm...will you give me a cute nickname?"

Harry doesn't know what you're doing but goes along with it. "Already do, so yes."

"Will you let me make you more masks?"

"Yes."

"Will you knit me a sweater?"

"I'll knit you hundreds."

You nod, "then yes, I'll be your girlfriend."

"Yeah, you want me to be your boyfriend," Harry teases.

"Dork," you shove his shoulder, causing him to fall back. He gasps in shock.

You laugh, and it's music to his ears; his dramatic response is swallowed as he takes you in. Harry isn't sure where he'd be without you. He takes in the happiness displayed on your face and knows if you could look in a mirror, he'd look just as happy if not more. You are a light in his life.

These last few months have changed everything about him. Harry hadn't really understood what it meant when people said that your partner should also be your best friend. He thought it was cheesy and something to give false hope to others, but with you, he knew it was true.

Starting off as friends built a strong foundation for you both to grow together, and he is forever thankful you took a chance on him.

Harry called it fate, but you well, you think it was all thanks to the zoom gods who set you up in a random break out room not once but twice.

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thank you for reading :) I adore you xx

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outtherecreations · 3 years

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Less and Less | Ben Tennyson x Reader (x Kevin Levin) | Part 1

A/N: Makes more sense if you’ve read my Ben 10 book on wattpad (mostly because that explains Y/N’s powers), but this isn’t cannon to my book. I also might end up making a blog for Ben 10 fully cuz I love this boy 💚

“Hey, Benji, are we still on for our date tonight?”

Ben’s shoulders tense and he pauses the game “What?” I ask, tilting my head with a worried frown “N/N, I’m so sorry. I can’t do it tonight.” Ben says. I frown more “Why?” I ask “You remember the new girl in our class?” Ben asks “Yeah, Julie.” I state “Well…Principal Dwight asked me to…show her around.”

“Yeah, the school-not all of Bellwood.” I say, trying to make my anger sound a little more playful “I know, I know. She begged me to show her around, she wasn’t gonna stop til I said was.” Ben says “You can always not show her around, instead of blowing your girlfriend off.” I pout. Ben places a hand on my shoulder “I’m not! I’m just gonna show her around tonight. Then I’ll be all yours, all day tomorrow.” Ben says, flashing me a soft smile. I sigh deeply “Fine, let’s just finish this level.”

Ben’s phone buzzes and he immediately grabs it. I raise an eyebrow at Ben’s sudden frown “She…um, wants me to show her around now.” He tells me “Tell her to wait.” I say “N/N…she’s counting on me.” Ben says nervously “Ugh, fine, go on.” I huff. Ben smiles and pulls me into a kiss “Thanks, N/N! You’re the best.” He says “D*mn right.” I mumble, watching Ben run out.

I look around my house with a sad expression, it’s too quiet here.

I pull out my phone “What do you want, Nutjob?” Kevin asks, I hear the sounds of metal clanking in the background “You busy?” I ask. The clanking stops “Doesn’t it sound like I’m busy?” He asks.

I smile before letting out a sigh, “Whoa…that sounded too sad. What did Ben do now?” Kevin asks “Ditch me to show the new girl around.” I sigh “You’re kidding.” Kevin scoffs in disbelief “I am not, my house is too quiet to be alone…mind having another person in your garage?” I ask.

“Sure, but I’m not gonna stop working in my car when you get here.”

“I’m ok with that.”

“Alright, see you soon.”

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“So, he seriously canceled your date to go hang out with another girl?” Kevin asks “Yep,” I say before pausing “It’s not like that though. He just made a promise he shouldn’t have kept.” Kevin eyes me carefully from under his car “I’m serious, nothing is gonna happen in our relationship.” I state “Um…I didn’t say anything about your relationship.” Kevin says.

I frown and go quiet, hugging my knees to my chest. I bury my face in my arms. Ben wouldn’t leave me, right? Especially not for some random b*tch he just met. I mean-why give up a 15 year friendship and a 5 year relationship for a girl you’ve know for 1 and a half days?

Two arms wrapping around me snaps me out my thoughts. I gasp quietly, looking out my arms to see Kevin “Kev?” I mumble “I know what it’s like….when a Tennyson shoves you out their life completely, when they stop answering your calls, when they stop talking to you in person, and even when they move away all together without tell you anything.” Kevin says. His voice was almost broken, I slowly wrap my arms around him.

“You…you can’t think that’s what gonna happen to me and Ben, right?” I asks, my voice barely a whisper. “Ben’s a jerk that’s full of surprises, I wouldn’t put it past him.” Kevin states before my phone buzzes.

I pick it up and sighs “What?” Kevin asks “Julie begged Ben to help her unpack tomorrow…and of course he said yes.” I sigh sadly. Kevin grabs my phone “Hey! What are you-” “‘It’s cool, we needed a break from each other anyway.’ And send.” Kevin says, typing on my phone. I stare at him in horror “Why’d you do that?!” I ask, reaching for my phone as Kevin raises it into the air.

“To give you an emotional break." Kevin states, holding a mirror in front of my face "Look at yourself. I've never seen you so stressed."

I blink at my reflection, Kevin's right....I do looked awful.

My phone buzzes again "What'd he say?" I ask, Kevin glance at the phone and lets out a scoff-ish laugh "He's stupider than he was as a kid." Kevin says. I look at the screen, frowning deeply.

'I'm glad you understand! Talk later.'

Kevin looks at my face "No, none of that. You're not crying on my watch." He says, dragging me to his car "I'm not-" "So you're eyes got glass cuz of allergies?" Kevin asks with a smirk. I look in the mirror "Geez, stop being right about things for 10 seconds." I mumble "Nah, I like being the wise one~" Kevin beams proudly, opening the car door.

"Where are you trying to go?" I ask "Somewhere that'll take your mind off things." Kevin says, gently guiding me inside and shutting the door behind me. I look around Kevin's car, huh it smells like Favorite/Scent...

Kevin gets into the driver's side and shoot me a proud smile "Nice, huh? It's amazing what I can do to this baby when I'm not being dragged away every five minutes.” Kevin says, I laugh. Kevin pulls out of the garage and drives onto the road.

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The car comes to a stop, “Where are we?” I ask as Kevin gets out the car. He walks over to my side and opens the door “Wow, such a gentleman.” I tease. Kevin blushes before walking away with the door barely opened “Aw come on!” I pout “Too bad!” Kevin calls, walking ahead. I shut the car door and follow Kevin.

I gape up at the spot in awe, it was an old looking treehouse, but it looked so perfect…

“Where’d you find this?” I ask “My dad made it for me.” Kevin says “Really? How come I’ve never seen it before?” I ask. Kevin rests his arm on my shoulder “This is where I go when I need to clear my thoughts…or protect my car.” He states, I laugh at the last part.

Kevin smiles at me and guides me up to the treehouse, I smile at the inside. “It’s a lot bigger on the inside…” I say in awe “I know. Pretty comfy.” Kevin hums. I feel my phone buzz in my pockets, Kevin glances at me “You gonna check it?” He asks “Nah,” I sigh “People call if it’s an emergency.” Kevin shoots me a smile "Looks like you're all mine, tonight then." He says.

My cheeks redden and I smack his arm gently "Don't say it like that." I laugh forcibly. Kevin grins playfully "Like what? I'm just being a good friend. Come on, let's watch a movie or something." He suggests "Don't tell me you got a tv in here..." I say with a tired smile "No...but I should add one." Kevin hums, pulling out his phone. I snort lightly “I actually believe you could do something like that.” I say.

“Nice to know someone believes in me~. What do you want to watch?” Kevin asks, scrolling through his phone. I smirk playfully “How about that anime I’ve been trying to get you to watch?” I suggest “Ugh, fine, but if it’s awful I’m putting on something better.” Kevin says seriously “Sure sure.” I snort, taking a seat in a giant F/C beanbag chair. Kevin takes a seat next to me and clicks on the anime

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“That quirk…you got it from All Might…didn’t you?”

My eyes flutter open as I register what’s going on “Kick his *ss Izuku. KICK IT!” Kevin shouts. I feel a vibration rumble as Kevin shouts, my eyes fully focus and I realize-oh…

I jump awake and scramble away from Kevin “Fun’s over…” He mumbles “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I don’t even remember falling asleep or even closing my eyes-” “It’s fine, Nutjob. Honestly I was enjoying it.” Kevin snorts, nudging me gently

“I TOLD YOU TO WAIT!”

We turn our attention to Kevin’s phone “Ugh, Katsuki’s so annoying.” Kevin grumbles “W-don’t say that! He’s misunderstood.” I say firmly. Kevin scoffs “He told Izuku to kill himself in the first episode-Katsuki’s a jack*ss. They should let him join the league.” He argues lightly “But that would’ve went against everything He stood for.” I say.

“So…telling people to die is a great treat for a hero?” Kevin asks, grinning like he won “Just-you gotta actually finish watching it,” I tell him “You’re not even on the current season.” “I’m not?” Kevin mutters “No! That’s why you can’t fully judge Katsuki. You haven’t seen the whole arc.” I state. Kevin rolls his eyes “Ok, fine, but I can at least say that he’s an *sshole at this part.” He says.

I shake my head “Just watch this episode.” I sigh, turning to look back at his phone. My body tenses, but slowly relaxes as Kevin wraps his arms around me.

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A/N: Yeah, I’m cutting this into 2-3 parts cuz it hurts to write one long chapter. If I don’t end it now then it’ll keep going and I’ll flunk school. Thanks for reading!

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where are you?

synopsis: you feel insecure with colson and he’s having none of it. (itty bitty titty committee!fem!reader)

wc: 4k

warnings: smut (18+), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it and all that), dom/sub undertones, “sir”, soft dom!colson, praise kink, choking kink.

a/n: this is my first ever smut so pls be gentle! i wrote the reader as small chested, but nothing else is described because ik how annoying it can be when small chested reader starts turning into skinny reader, so i hope you enjoy! please tell me what you think and how well i did because this is so nerve wracking!!! i love you guys!!

“Col, what are you doing?” You whined, crossing your arms over your chest. You were both lying on the couch when he suddenly jumped up and pulled you along with him.

“Wait a minute.” He giggled as he set up his phone on top of a contraption made of random books he found lying around and two tissue boxes. His front facing camera was open and from what you could tell he was filming on tiktok.

“Oh my god, is that tiktok?” You groaned lightly. Colson had been obsessed with watching tiktoks recently, yet he hadn’t been really into making them. But the last time Casie was over, she taught him how to navigate the app and he was so eager to create. But did he have to be eager right now? You hadn’t had a chance to lie down with him all day.

“Yes,” he replied and walked away from his phone to stand directly in front of you, “now stand like this.” He instructed as he placed his large hands on your waist and positioned you to face him properly, taking your hands in his gingerly and putting them by your side.

The first few notes left the speakers of his phone and you furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to figure out the name of the song. “Am I supposed to react or something?”

“No no, just wait.” He smiled, incredibly excited for whatever this was. As the music grew louder, Colson came closer and brought his hand up and grabbed the collar of your sweater gently in his palm. He pulled the sweater outwards and leaned forward to look down your shirt.

“Where are you?” He mouthed with the music.

Your jaw dropped as you threw your head back in laughter, your hand instinctively coming up to cover your chest once more. “You motherfucker!”

Colson laughed and pulled you into him by the hem of your sweater, “Come on, you know that was funny.” The audio replayed in the background as the time allotted for the video was used up, leading Colson to let go of you and reach for his phone.

“It was.” You agreed. “Doesn’t make you less of a dick.”

“You know I love your tiny tits, babe.” He mumbled as he fiddled with his phone.

“You better.” You chuckled and went back to the couch, hoping that your blanket was still warm.

“Hey, I’m gonna post this. Is that cool?” He called out to you.

“Go ahead.” You replied as you made yourself comfortable. “That was funny. Is it a trend or something?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “there was another audio that went like ‘to girls with anything smaller than a b cup, I hope you gentlemen have a good day’ or something. I thought that was funnier, but I couldn’t find it.”

“Yeah, tiktok’s search thing is crap.” You rolled your eyes. “Honestly, the most memorable part of the videos on their platform is the audio. You should be able to find things without having everything saved in your favorites.”

“Anything else I should include in my email to tiktok’s team?”

“Yes, tell them to verify me while they’re at it.”

It was only an hour or so later when Colson had to leave for something or other, he had told you about it a few days prior but you couldn’t remember for the life of you. He said that he’d be back before midnight, which was code for ‘you should wait up for me’. It was around ten p.m. when you decided that you should probably freshen up and put something nice on.

After a quick shower and some of that lotion that Colson loved the smell of, you sat on the damp bathroom counter and pulled out your little makeup bag that you had yet to unpack after your last trip with Colson.

Makeup wasn’t a necessity for nights with your boyfriend, but you knew he loved how roughed up you looked with smeared lipstick and mascara running down your cheeks. So you put on your heaviest mascara that wasn’t waterproof, focusing on your lower lashes, and one of your cheapest lipsticks so it wouldn’t stain no matter how badly it smeared.

You weren’t really thinking of how you would look as you went through your routine, but more of what would happen when Colson got home. So when you opened your lingerie drawer, full of red, black, and bright pink sets all thanks to Colson, you were surprised to be hit by feelings of insecurity and dread.

Considering the fact that your relationship with Colson was almost a year long thus far, you hadn’t felt insecure or uncomfortable with him in so long. Was it really… No. It couldn’t be.

That stupid tiktok. It was getting to you.

You weren’t sure why. You knew it was a joke, a good one at that. It hadn’t made you uncomfortable at the time. Nor did it now, really. You and Colson have joked about the size of your boobs many times, just like how you joked about how skinny he was or how bad morning breath always was. It was just how your relationship grew to be after you both fully let loose around each other.

So why was this getting to you? You tried to come to a conclusion as you pulled on one of your favorite sets. As you stared at yourself in the mirror and adjusted the lingerie, you heard the front door open and decided that the time for analyzing your insecurities was not now.

Moments after you settled down on the bed, the door open and revealed Colson in a nice fancy looking suit. He let out a low whistle as he dropped his phone and his keys on the dresser, “Wow. What did I do in this world to deserve this?”

“I think you just got real lucky.” You smirked. “Love the get up, lover boy.”

“Yeah? Balmain for next week’s carpet.” He did a little spin as he walked closer. A fitting with Balmain, that’s right. “How much do you love it?”

“Not enough.” You feigned a frown and cocked your head to the side. “I’d like it off now, please and thank you.”

“Since you used your manners.” He smiled as he shrugged off the white suit jacket, disposing of the shirt and the pants quickly after, leaving him in just his boxers. “You look gorgeous, sweetheart. I’d rip that set off you if I didn’t know how much it costs.”

“I don’t mind,” you purred as he climbed onto the bed next to you, “my man can buy me another.”

“Your man?” Colson raised his eyebrows at you, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned. He pulled you onto his lap, purposefully placing the damp patch on your lace panties against his pulsing erection.

Your hips bucked up at the contact and you hissed. “Yeah- my man.” You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against his lips, pulling away as soon as he tried to take it further. “He takes care of me so well.”

“How does he take care of you, sweetheart?” Colson asked as he trailed his hands upwards against your thighs, one of them speeding up to your waist while the other stayed on its course. Your boyfriend wasn’t one for teasing, especially when he was as hard as he is now, so you knew where his hand was headed and it wasn’t going to take long.

“He fucks me so-” You gasped as his fingers reached the side of your panties, pushing them aside to stroke you gently. “He fucks me so good.” A moan escaped you as his pointer finger slowly sunk into you, knuckle by knuckle.

“Yeah I do.” Colson grinned as he watched your face contort. “So pretty, baby.” He let his thumb rest against your clit once his finger was fully sheathed inside of you.

“Colson,” you whined as you tried to ride his finger, “move.”

He pouted at you mockingly. “You were being so nice just now with your ‘please and thank you.’ You’re throwing around commands now?”

“Please, please, touch me.” He wasted no time in pumping his finger in and out and using his thumb to circle your clit. You whimpered at the attention, losing yourself to the pleasure. He had barely touched you and you were already desperate. “Another one, Colson. Please?”

“I love it when you use your manners, baby girl. Always so polite.” He smiled and watched you carefully as he pushed in his middle finger with the next thrust. His middle finger being slightly longer in addition to the girth of both fingers had your jaw dropping as your head fell back. “So perfect. Look at you, taking my fingers so well. Think you can take my cock just as good?”

“Yes, yes, please Colson.” You nodded fervently, trying to pull yourself off of his fingers. But he wouldn’t let you, pushing up along with you to keep his hand in place as he tsked at you.

“Not now babygirl, need you to come for me first. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He replied as he brought the hand on your waist up to your face. “Can you come for me?”

You whined as your eyebrows furrowed, eyes screwed shut at this point. “Wanna come on your cock.”

“And you will,” Colson reassured you, letting his hand fall to your neck, his thumb gently stroking the column of your throat, “but you gotta give me one before I can let you. I know you can, sweetheart. You’re always such a good girl for me, always taking care of me. Let me take care of you.” He circled your bud faster as he praised you, pushing his fingers in as deep as he could without hurting you to press up against your g-spot. He watched as you rolled your eyes back as the pleasure hit you and he knew you were close.

He let his hand trail down your chest and then he pulled the lace covering your right breast down. Colson lowered his head and connected his mouth to your hardened nipple and you groaned as he swirled his tongue around it. You grabbed him roughly by the sides of his head and pulled him into a deep kiss. With your eyes closed you didn’t see Colson’s eyebrows knit together in confusion.

He pulled away and looked at you carefully, realizing that you were on the precipice. “Come for me, Angel.” He breathed heavily against your lips. And like a good girl, you did.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you let the pleasure wash over you. Colson smirked as he watched you ride out the high, knowing that he did that to you with only his fingers.

“You really know how to use your hands.” You panted, leaning forward to place your forehead against his.

“I changed your mind on fingering, didn’t I?” He asked. Colson was right, you used to hate being fingered before you met him. It just felt like prodding fingers and harsh jabs in a place that was far too sensitive for that. He begged and begged to touch you for weeks before you finally agreed, and it was probably one of his proudest moments when he managed to make you come five times with just his fingers that night.

“Ugh, I hate that word.” You chuckled,

“What? Fingering?” Colson asked as he gently pulled his fingers out of you, knowing damn well what word it was. “But I thought you liked getting fingered? I always finger you so good, don’t I?”

“Oh my god, shut up!” You laughed. “You are a man child.”

“A man child who’s great at fingering.” He waggled his eyebrows at you as he brought his digits up to his mouth and sucked them clean. He placed his wet fingers against your cheeks and brought you closer to him, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it was intoxicating.

“Fuck me already!” You whined as you broke away from him. You pawed at his boxers to show him how desperate you were. “Please, I need you. Been waiting for you all day.”

“Me too, baby.” Colson huffed, lifting you off his lap and putting you down on the bed to take off his boxers. Once they were halfway across the room, Colson tried to push you down on the bed but you resisted.

“Wanna ride you.” You whispered and watched his eyes light up.

“Can I take these off first?” He asked, hand coming up to your bra strap, and you nodded. He reached back and unclasped the fabric, watching the straps gently fall down your shoulder. He always loved undressing you, never letting you do it yourself. His hands came up to gently squeeze both your breasts, thumbs rubbing back and forth on your nipples. You slowly reached down to slip off your panties, knowing that Colson would stop you. “Hey, no. Let me.”

He always undressed you, he thought as he pulled your panties down your legs. Why would you attempt something different today? Something wasn’t adding up.

“Lie back.” You whispered as you pushed him down. You crawled up towards him and moved your legs to straddle his hips. “It’s been too long, baby.”

“I fucked you this morning.” Colson chuckled, voice tight as he felt your sopping wet pussy land on his aching dick.

“Like I said,” you sighed nonchalantly, “too long.”

Colson wasn’t one for teasing. You, on the other hand, lived for it. You glided against his length slowly, slicking him up and torturing him at the same time.

“You’re killing me here, sweetheart.” Colson groaned.

“You know it’s my favorite thing to do, my love.” You smiled, leaning down to kiss him. “Gotta remind you who’s in control.”

“Fuck,” he groaned at your words, “you wanna have that talk now? We both know I give you the reins when I feel like it.” He swiftly flipped the two of you over, leaving him hovering over your body. His right hand quickly reached up to circle your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure. “Now be a good girl and ride my dick like you said you would.”

“Yes sir,” you smiled as you got the exact reaction you were hoping for. He dropped down next to you and helped you back into your previous position, but you stayed hovering over his hips. You grabbed the base of his cock and positioned the tip against your entrance. Slowly lowering yourself, you let go once the tip was firmly in place. You placed both hands against Colson’s heavily inked chest and pushed down the rest of the way.

You both moaned in unison when he bottomed out after what felt like forever. Colson tried to move his hips, but with the slight shake of your head he paused. “Gimme a- gimme a second, Mr. Monster Cock.”

“After all this time, sweetheart?” He smirked.

“You say that every time, Colson.” You laughed as you tried to relax. “Okay.” You nodded as you slowly lifted yourself off his hips, pausing at the tip and then lowering yourself a little faster than before. “Feels bigger every time. You’re not taking those penis enlargement pills, are you?” You knew you were only stroking his ego at this point, but his face was worth it.

“They should probably use me for their ads.”

“They’d sell out too fast.” You groaned, your eyes fluttering shut. “I should ride you more often.”

“You don’t like it when I’m in control?” He asked, head rolling back and accentuating his adam’s apple. He opened his eyes and placed his palm against your throat again, warning you.

“Love it when you’re in control, baby.” You hummed. “But I gotta say, watching you from this angle is the closest thing I’ve ever seen to heaven.”

“Good answer.” He chuckled, letting his hand slip down to your chest. Before he could even try to hold you, you grabbed his hand and pushed it against the bed, holding it there.

It finally clicked in Colson’s head as he saw the sweater you were wearing earlier that morning hung up behind the door. You had barely let him touch you today after he filmed that stupid tiktok. Oh fuck no, this wasn’t gonna happen on his watch.

He sat up with you still in his lap and grabbed both of your hands. “What are you doing, y/n?” His tone and the use of your name and not a pet name stopped you in your tracks.

“I’m fucking my boyfriend, what are you doing?” You asked, not understanding what he was on about.

“You’re not letting me touch you.” You looked down at your hands in his and raised your brows at him. “No,” he paused, placing both your hands in his left one and reaching towards your chest, “you’re not letting me touch you.” He squeezed your left breast causing you to gasp and arch your back. “Every time I get close, you push me away.”

“I’m not-”

“Don’t lie.” He shook his head disappointedly. “You know that video was a joke, right? I can delete it right fucking now if you want me to.”

“Colson, it’s not about that-” You started.

“Then what is it about?” He raised his brows at you. “You’re not letting me enjoy what’s mine.” He pinched your nipple hard and watched as you arched your back again. “You are mine. And I like to enjoy what's mine. These are mine. I like to kiss them,” he leaned down to do just that, “I like to bite them,” he gently nipped against the soft skin of your breast. “And I fucking love marking them.” He sucked a spot right next to your nipple, pulling away only when he was sure it would be dark enough to show. “Don’t stop me from enjoying what’s mine, you understand?”

“Yes sir.” You nodded, wrists still held in his left hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. It wasn’t about the video, I promise.”

“Shh,” he pressed his lips against yours to silence you, “we’ll talk about it later. We’re not having any important conversations when you’re squeezing my dick like that, sweetheart.”

“Like,” you paused to clench your inner walls, “that?”

“Oh fuck!” Colson choked out, thrusting his hips up roughly. “Darling, I think you should let me handle this now.”

“I’m all yours,” you breathed.

As soon as the words left your mouth, Colson let himself go. He didn’t even bother flipping you over, he just took control with you on top. He grabbed you by the hips and simply used you.

You tried to sneak your hand down to give your sweet spot some attention, but Colson’s growl stopped you. “Be patient, baby.”

The thrusts were no longer consistent as his hips stuttered, telling you that he was close. “Colson,” you whined, “please.”

He paused and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he saw how wrecked you looked. Tears leaving black trails of watery mascara down your cheeks, and lipstick smeared to one side, probably because of how he flipped you over that first time. He could see how desperate you were and he wanted to be the solution. He needed to be the solution.

Reaching down slowly, taking his time trailing your body as he went, Colson circled his finger against your clit and began to thrust ever so slowly. It took so much effort to maintain his slow pace, but anything was worth it when it came to you. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asked as he focused on your blissed out face. “Beautiful and mine. All mine.”

“Yours,” you nodded as you squeezed your eyes shut. “So close, Colson. I’m so-”

“Let go for me, baby.”

With a high pitched moan, you let go. You spasmed on his cock, milking it and making it incredibly difficult for him not to blow his load right then and there.

As you started to wilt against him, you felt him slowly pulling out of you. “But you-”

“Wanna- Oh fuck… Wanna come on your tits.” He groaned, pumping himself as soon as he was out of you. You quickly laid down on the bed and pushed out your chest. He brought his knees to either side of waist and placed the hand that wasn’t working his cock around your throat. “Mine.”

“Yours.” You gasped. With a few more pumps, his head was rolling back and he was painting your chest.

He panted heavily as he came down from his high, eyes still tightly closed. When he finally opened them, he smiled lazily. “Look at you, covered in my load. So pretty, baby.” He reached down and rubbed the seed into your skin and against your nipples. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on your forehead and sagged against you for a moment.

After his breather, he sat back up and headed to the bathroom, tossing a ‘be right back’ over his shoulder. You were left alone in the bedroom for a minute, hearing the water running in the bathroom reminding you that you need to pee.

You weren’t entirely sure where the sudden insecurity came from tonight. Not that you weren’t ever insecure about your body, but never during sex and definitely never with Colson. You sat up on the bed and stared at the open bathroom door where your boyfriend was. He had only ever made you feel loved and gorgeous. Maybe his obvious acknowledgment to your lack of cup size did make you question. Question your worthiness of him. He was obviously well endowed, and most people knew that. You chuckled lightly as you remembered the stupid cock sock.

Maybe it made you feel a little less than, you thought as you walked towards the bathroom. You walked in and let your fingers trail against Colson’s shoulder as you passed him at the sink to do your business.

You watched him as he grabbed a towel and ran it under the warm water. You quickly finished and sat on the bathroom counter in front of him. He slowly wiped away at your chest with the damp cloth, being gentle against the soft skin.

But here he is. Caring for you. Loving on you. Loving you. You almost laughed out loud at yourself for questioning his love or your worthiness when he was so obviously devoted to you of his own accord.

“I love you.” You broke the silence.

“I love you, too.” Colson looked up at you, slightly shocked and confused. You had both already said the ‘L-word’ a while ago, but you usually kept the love confessions in dark rooms and not in the harsh bathroom light. “Was I too-”

“No.” You shook your head as he reached for your pack of makeup wipes behind you. “No, you always take care of me so well.”

You went quiet again, before you opened your mouth to speak at the same time that he did. He paused and waited for you to speak, but when you didn’t, he started again.

“If that video bothered you, you should have told me y/n. I’m sorry I made you feel insecure, but next time you gotta tell me before it escalates.” He spoke softly as he pulled a wipe out of the pack and cleaned up your face. “I love you. That includes every part of you.”

“I’m sorry, I promise it wasn’t the stupid video. It was actually really funny.” You chuckled. “I don’t know what hit me. When I was getting ready before you came, I just looked down at my drawer and felt so stupid. I felt like I was pretending to be sexy for you. Like- Like I was convincing myself all this time that this turned you on when there’s no way it could.” He opened his mouth but you looked at him and he paused. “But I know that that isn’t true. And I’m sorry for doing that back there.”

“I swear to god y/n, if you apologize one more time-”

You laughed, placing your hand on his chest. “I’m so- I’m not! I’m not sorry!”

“You aren’t,” he nodded, his eyes meeting yours so that you knew he was being serious, “because you have nothing to be sorry for. And I know that if I apologize again, this is never gonna end. I love you, and you are so sexy, and I am the world’s luckiest man because you’re all mine.”

“Yeah, you are.” You giggled and smiled as he rolled his eyes.

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