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neopuppy · 3 months

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Jisung bday sex with older woman 🫣

a little more of this

warnings. voyeurism, throat fucking, unprotected sex, use of noona, degradation

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The weight on your palm isn’t just big, it’s fucking huge. You should have known, Jaemin had you gasping the first time he stripped down in front of you, and Jeno had you near ready to pass out with just the tip of his thick girth. Why would their little brother be any different.

Jisung’s cock throbbed against your palm, eagerly awaiting your next move. “Don’t close your eyes.” He adds, nodding for you to continue. His two older brothers grin, silently acknowledging that maybe they doubted the younger too much. “If you take those pretty eyes off of me, I’ll have no choice but to cut off your breathing.”

“Should do it anyway.” Jaemin whispers.

“She likes that shit.” Jeno adds, lighting a fire under your cheeks as you lean forward to drag your tongue in a circle around the tip of his length. “She can take it Ji, don’t be gentle.”

The younger nods, feeling pressure from his siblings to really put on a show and prove how much of a man he’s become. “Hurry the fuck up, I know that slutty mouth can do better than this.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the next few inches that stretch past your lips, lifting his hips from the couch and reaching for the back of your skull to tangle long fingers through your hair. The glides easy past your spit slick tongue, rolling up a few more times until he feels obstruction and your eyes flicker rapidly to blink away a rush of moisture, gagging around the mouthful that pulses against your cavern. Hissing between clenched teeth, a small tweak lifts a corner of his mouth up to one side cockily, gripping the hair along the back of your head firmly. “That’s it noona, suck my dick just like that.”

A grunt passes through his plush lips, settling back down and shoving you in closer until your nose pushes against the trimmed hair lining above his length. It’s impossible to not roll your eyes shut as more heat and shame races from your chest to your throat, lurching around the size clogging your airway.

“Fuck, look at that.” Jeno hisses, leaning it to whack the bulge protruding from your throat until you’re coughing around Jisung’s cock, gurgling out enough spit to drop from your chin to your chest. Jaemin hums, bending in to smear the mess of drool down to your breast, pinching and flicking your nipples.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you noona?” Jisung says between puffs of breath, grinding his hips against your face. “I said keep your fucking eyes open.”

Blinking furiously, you gag again, spared for a moment as he pulls you off and laughs at the wad of spit that rivers out, cock wet and angrily pulsating as it bounces free. “Look at how fucking wet she is.” Jeno tuts, grabbing your arms to pull you up from the floor and manhandle you to sit on Jisung’s sturdy thigh. The thin barely there material of your sheer panties visibly soaked through and leaking as you plop down with a whimper, lips hung open still trying to catch your breath. “She loves being treated like a slut.”

“That’s obvious.” Jisung says, reaching to knead your hips, pulling you higher up his thigh abruptly. The harsh friction against your clit has your eyes rolling back immediately, choking on a gasp when your chest collides with his muscular one. “You’ve always liked an audience, teased me for years with your tiny shorts and non-existent skirts.” He scoffs, leaning in to whisper against your ear. “Isn’t that right noona? I’m all grown up now, gonna fuck you like I am too.”

The amount of unbridled confidence Jisung’s been whacking you across the face with feels similar to whiplash. The younger exuding a strong domineering energy you’d never have expected from him, slapping your ass repeatedly until it stings with each new land and has you whimpering into his shoulder. “Jisungie..” you sniffle, drawing him to lean back and glide his hands to your waist.

“How fucking cute.” He sneers, pinching your sides. “No shame, not an ounce of damn shame.”

Two sets of eyes burn down your sides, easily forgetting them as Jisung moves to cup your face and pull you in closer, grazing lips across yours. “D’ya want it? Wanna hear you say it. Ask for it.”

His bottom lip slots between yours, sucking on your swollen upper lip lightly as you sob and nod rapidly, rutting your hips down to slot your slit on top of his fat raging hard girth.

“Words. Use your words.” He says quietly, drowning out the fact that his brother’s watch and judge on. The only sounds his ears pick up come from your scratchy throat, the music playing, and your shallow breaths that mingle between.

“Please, Jisungie, please.. want you to fuck me.” The way you beg and fall into a whine shoots straight to his dick. Clutching your ass, he pecks you a few times, pushing off the couch with a strong hold around you to turn around and set you on your back, too excited to slow down any longer and really savor every inch of your flesh despite his desire to. He needs to be inside of you, now. Needs to feel your soft wet heat suck around his length, swallow him whole until he’s deep enough inside of you to carve a space out for himself much like his brothers already have. He’ll do it better, fuck you harder, make sure you never forget how good he made you feel, how much he made your legs shake.

Scrunching your drenched underwear to one side he curses, licking at his plump lips and swallowing at the sight of your glistening wet pussy. Fuck, it’s perfect just like the rest of you. So pretty and ready to be used, opening up practically shouting at him to fill you up until it hurts and you’re lying that you can’t take it anymore.

Shoving his jeans down past his ass, he slaps down against your core a few times, mumbling a canopy of fuckfuckfuck as sticky juices jump around his cock off your cunt.

“Please, please fuck me already baby.” You croak, salivating at the view above you. Jisung nods, leaning in as he probes at your entrance and thrusts a few inches deep without patience, having to control his twitching hips from jackhammering you into the couch until it breaks.

“Fuck her like the whore she is.” He can hear one of his brothers call out, distant to his clouded ears.

Jisung’s lips part above yours, struggling to breathe as he lowers and feels his balls slap against your ass. “Noona.. I’m inside of you—ah, fuck!”

Sharp nails claw at his broad shoulders, kicking your ankles at his backside as you wrap around him like a clinging vine. “T-too big, s-so big Jisungie.”

A sense of accomplishment rolls his eyes shut, storing the sound of your shattered moans for years to come before he draws out to the tip and slams into you again over and over again despite your loud cries, the fierce scratches up and down his back, or the rough bites on his biceps.

Best Birthday ever.

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strawberryspence · 1 year

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They both have different stories when asked, “When did you first meet?”

Steve says it was in school, along the hallways with freshman Steve Harrington and sophomore Eddie Munson locking eyes for the first time. Eddie says it was in a party, drinking beer and selling drugs, a transaction.

Wayne Munson knows the truth. The truth that way before monsters, way before creatures from games came true, way before the end of the world, way before everything, that Eddie and Steve have already met.

Wayne remembers that day so clearly. A social worker coming to his work in the middle of the day looking for him. Something about Wayne being the closest relative, about his brother going to jail and his mother running away.

Eddie's been living alone for two weeks. Two weeks. Cooking and cleaning for himself, the only reason it got suspicious is because he didn't go to school and one of his teachers called home.

He watches as Eddie swings himself at the empty playground. He brought Eddie here because— where do you bring children? Playgrounds are perfect right? He doesn't have the slightest idea as to what he's doing.

Sometimes in the morning, Wayne doesn't even have clothes to wear because he forgot to do the laundry. It's the same reason he doesn't have a wife and children. If he can't take care of himself, how could he take care of a whole other human being?

Out of nowhere, there's a kid running to the playground. Stopping just in front of Eddie and introducing himself with a bright smile.

His nephew stares at the boy for a few seconds before answering, "Hi, I am Eddie."

Wayne listens to them chatter for a few more minutes, before the boy asks if Eddie wants to be pushed.

Eddie's still giving the other boy a look of disbelief, before he finally says yes.

The boy's guardian sits beside Wayne. She looks better off, with an expensive looking coat and purse. But there's a warm, comforting smile on her face.

She turns to Wayne, “Is that your son?”

Wayne turns to her, pursing his lips, “I— Yes— No— It’s complicated.” He sighs. He doesn't even know what Eddie is to him now. “He’s my nephew. I just got custody of him today.”

“Oh.” The woman breathes out. Wayne turns back to the kids, Eddie's laughing now and it's music to his ears.

Wayne spills his heart to the random stranger, some part of his heart knowing that it will be safe with her.

“I don’t know what I am doing. I can barely take care of myself, let alone a child.” Wayne starts, “But he’s never got a good home and I want to give that to him.”

She smiles at him, "Just the fact that you want to give him a good home is telling me that you’ll be just fine. Don’t overthink it, life’s too short for that.”

It hits Wayne straight to his chest. He still doesn't know what exactly to do, but he feels better knowing that he has a chance to give Eddie the home he deserves.

“Thank you.” Wayne says, smiling at the woman as they watch the kids giggle and play.

“Steve’s your boy?” Wayne asks.

She beams back at him, answering without missing a beat, “Yeah, he’s my boy. Not my son, just my nephew. But I love him like he’s mine.”

Oh. Well, isn't that just perfect? Wayne softens and thinks— huh— she does understand.

When the time comes, Wayne watches as Eddie says a tearful goodbye with the other boy. There's daisies in his hair, like it grows right with his hair and Eddie has one tucked between his ears. It's intimate, the picture perfect to describe puppy love.

Eddie stands and waves at the boy's moving car, until he can't even see it anymore. And then, Eddie looks at him, "Where do I go now?"

Wayne stoops on his knees to see him eye to eye, "You're coming home with me. But before that we're gonna go get some milkshakes, does that sound good with you, Ed?"

Eddie looks at him curiously, brown eyes staring at him, "Do you have money for that?"

It floors Wayne, how grown up this child is. Eddie deserves to know nothing about this. In his age, he should be thinking about playing and making friends and being a child. No, Eddie is concerned if Wayne has enough money for a fucking milkshake.

"Of course, I have money for that, Ed!" Wayne laughs, patting his head. He stands, hoping it'll hide the pain in his eyes.

"Okay." Eddie answers. Wayne offers his hand for him to take, Eddie stares at it.

"Let's go?" Wayne asks, and Eddie nods, finally taking his hand, "Let's go."

From that day on, Wayne swears to protect Eddie, give him the home he deserves. He changes his shift to the evening one so he can stay home with him, gave him his room so he can have the privacy he deserves. Wayne loves Eddie like he's his own.

Even when Eddie finally comes out, that love didn't falter, "Hey, Wayne?"

Wayne turns to him. Eddie's bigger now, curly hair growing into longer wisps. He's wearing a vest with patches, they sewed it together months ago. "Yeah?"

"Remember that boy? In the playground with daisies in his hair? The day you took me home?" Wayne hums, nodding.

Eddie stares at him, arms crossed like a shield, "Yeah, he was my first love."

Wayne blinks at him.

"And I think— well— I know. I am gay."

Wayne nods, "Alright."

He turns to turn off the stove. Sits down and talks to Eddie, makes sure he knows that he can't be out because it's too dangerous, makes sure he knows that there's nothing wrong with loving another man.

And at the end of the night, Wayne tucks him in, just before he goes to work, kisses his forehead and says him, "I love you, Ed. Nothing will ever change that."

It's not until years later that he sees the boy from the playground again. Wayne's pretty sure he saw him in a few of the local papers, but he wasn't really sure, the pictures are too blurry, too small.

But this— this is the clearest picture Wayne has ever seen and he's damn sure that the boy sleeping beside Eddie's hospital bed is the boy with the daisies.

Wayne coughs, and the boy immediately springs back to life. It's odd. It's the same boy, only older. But there's so much weariness in his eyes, the same look Wayne has seen on war veterans. He still has brown hair, smooth and golden.

Eddie wakes up right after him, eyes bleary, with a small smile as soon as he sees him, "Uncle Wayne. I love you."

It's the first thing Eddie's said to him after a week of missing. Wayne chokes with tears. He moves closer to hug Eddie, tears in his eyes.

There was a time that he thought he'd never be able to do this again, that this was the end. Wayne was ready to burn this whole town, the whole world even, for whatever they've been doing to his pure, innocent nephew.

But he's here, alive and awake in front of Wayne and he thinks he can finally, finally breathe again.

"Never do that to me again, Ed. Never."

Eddie chuckles, "Alright. I promise."

"I love you too, okay?" Eddie nods.

They separate and for a few solid seconds, they all just stare at each other before Eddie speaks again, "Oh, uhm, Uncle Wayne, this is Steve. Steve, this is my Uncle Wayne."

Steve immediately stands up, shaking his hand earnestly. Wayne stares at Eddie, waits for any indication that he knows, remembers that this boy was his first love.

Nothing.

Nada.

After breaking every NDA he signed and telling Wayne every little tidbit of his crazy week, Eddie finally falls asleep again with the help of a handful of drugs.

Wayne takes his chance, just before Steve goes to go and check on their other friend, the Mayfield kid.

"Hey, kid?" Steve stops on his tracks, before facing him.

"Sir?"

Wayne scoffs, "None of that Sir stuff. Wayne would do. I just have a question."

"What is it, si— Wayne?" Steve blinks at him, lips pursing at the obvious mistake.

"Do you have an aunt?" Steve looks visibly taken back, eyes widening.

"Yes. I have." He blanches, "I did."

Oh. Oh, no.

"You did?" Wayne asks; he knows what the answer is but he still wants to know what happened to that woman from the playground that day. The same one that he still thinks of when he has a tough time.

Wayne has always thought that they'll meet again someday, that he'll get to thank her for that one conversation. He missed his chance.

"She died when I was a kid. Cancer." Steve answers, his voice quivering for a split second, "Why do you ask? Did you know her?"

Wayne shakes his head, "No. I don't think so. You just reminded me of someone, and guess I got it wrong."

Steve nods his head, accepting his answer wholeheartedly, "Goodnight, Wayne."

And Wayne watches, as the door closes shut behind Steve, "Goodnight, daisy boy."

Steve and Eddie, Wayne thinks, are utter idiots.

First, they dance together for ages before they finally get their act together and date. Wayne might've as well held a white poster paper with "KISS" written on it behind them.

Second, they fight over when they first meet and none of them are even right. Wayne is exhausted, listening to them argue about it day and night.

Third, they're blind. Literally blind.

The day of their wedding, Wayne hoped that the two boys would finally realize that they've met that day on the park. He asked that nice girl, Nancy, to pick some daisies and to put it on Steve's hair for the ceremony. While, Wayne went out to pick one to tuck behind Eddie's ear.

As Wayne watched as the two boys proclaim their love for each other in front of their family, with daisies tucked in their hairs just like the day they first met; he's overcome with the feeling of joy and happiness over the fact that the two boys still found each other even after everything.

It's ridiculous watching them not recognize each other, so Wayne finally decided to end their (his) misery.

Eddie clinks a glass with a fork, "Uncle Wayne! Speech!" There's a flurry of clinking before Wayne finally stands up.

"Alright, alright. I'll do it." They laugh, putting down their glasses.

It's a small backyard wedding. The Hopper-Byers has decked the yard with bright lights that brightened the whole night. In the middle, there's one long table to fit all of them. On the end of the table, side-by-side, is Eddie and Steve.

"Alright, I have a confession to make." Everyone straightens up in anticipation.

"I know it's been a running debate between Steve and Eddie, as to who's right about where and when they first met." Wayne can hear Eddie saying, "It's me obviously!"

"Settle down, boy." Wayne says, making them laugh.

"The truth is they're both wrong. You both have been very blind to the truth." Eddie makes an appalled noise as Steve laughs.

"The truth is I know when they first met." Eddie squints at him, confused. Steve whispers something to his ear that Eddie answers with a shrug.

"Steve and Eddie first met as kids. It was the same day I got custody of Eddie. I bought him to the park after that, let him play, you know? Out of no where, this kid—" Wayne chuckles.

"This kid comes up to Eddie, introduces himself and asks if Eddie wants to be pushed. His aunt— his aunt was very kind to me even though I was a complete stranger spilling my guts out to her."

"When it was time to leave, Eddie says goodbye to this kid, and it was so intimate. I remember thinking it was the perfect picture for puppy love. The boy goes home with daisies tucked in his hair, while Eddie goes home with one in his ear."

"It's not until years later, when Eddie came out to me that he tells me that the same boy with the daisies was his first love. And it's not until a few more years later after that, when I first meet the daisy boy again, sleeping beside Eddie's bed in the hospital."

Wayne turns to Steve and Eddie, there's pure surprise in their faces as they watch and listen to Wayne's speech.

"I could never really forget about that day and that boy. The way he made my nephew happy on one of the worst days of his lives. And now, he gets to make Eddie happy for the rest of their lives." Wayne sniffs, hiding it with a fake cough.

"Love is iffy." Wayne says, causing everyone to chuckle, "But what you guys have? It's been set into stone way before you knew each other. That's as true as love can ever be and I hope you nurture and care for it for the rest of your lives."

There's no dry eye in the yard. Wayne's heart is full and content, because he's sure that his son will be happy and taken care for, for the rest of their lives.

Wayne raises his glass,

"A toast to the daisy boys."

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luverz-exe · 2 years

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Yandere Scp 049 × Female Reincarnated S/O

Thank you for over 100 followers! I'm honored to make a bunch of you happy with my writing, and I'm excited to show you all what else is to come! This is as you can guess, the first one shot in the whole blog! It didn't sit well with me to just leave it as a few headcanons, so here we go!

I took the security part of the request and went with it, I hope you don't mind! If you have any qualms about it, I can always redo it. And FYI for anyone else who wants to request a oneshot, it might take longer than what a headcanon might be, so if it doesn't come at the expected time then I'm sorry.

I am so sorry for the wait, a lot happened in my life, and I had to deal with it. But hey, I found out what I'll write for the surprise! And while I can't say what I have In mind now, I just hope you'll enjoy it in the (hopefully) near future.

"Are you sure? It's your first week on the job, don't you think escorting a Euclid class should be saved for.. later? You know, try and get some work experience beforehand?" Your cousin asked, trying to coax you out of what they thought was a death sentence. "I mean, think about it..."

You walked down the empty halls of the foundation, checking all of your gear making sure it was in proper condition as they tried to convince you to pick an easier job for today. It was supposed to be a 6 to 12, a quick shift, for foundation standards at least, but you took a bit extra to spend a little time with your cousin who worked the shift right after yours. Now you kind of wished you hadn't, with them nagging you about your decision, about your choice for the extra shift.

But you knew they meant well, they always did. And while you admired the fact they careed about you enough to tell you when they thought you were making a bad decision, you were a grown woman who could make decisions by herself. "I've gotten training for this, it's not like they send us in blind, I know what I'm doing. Besides, it's not like I'm doing it alone, there are other trained professionals working on it too. Don't worry about me."

You could hear them mumble something about you being too stubborn, unwilling to admit that you were right. "Besides, I've done my research, we will just be moving the Euclid SCP to a testing room, then back to its cell, easy." You sigh "Look, I'll be sure to contact you about it afterwards if it's such a concern of yours, if that makes you feel better."

The two of you walked down the hall, passing containment area after containment area, as they slowly start resting their hand on your armored shoulder. "But you haven't worked here as long as I have, I know what it's like. It's scary, your first few months. Hell, It's dangerous if you aren't 100% focused and on point, you-"

You interrupt "Then it seems I'll have to be 100% focused and on point then." You smirk, your cheeky grin causing a small smile to appear on their face. "Besides, I'm older than you, haven't you heard that wisdom comes with age?" You teased, now invoking a slight chuckle from them.

"Well, be sure not to die before the wedding, I'll surely be needing that old person wisdom of yours." They winked, patting you back before making a sharp turn to the left, making their way to prepare for their shift.

You look around the hall, making sure that no one is around before shouting "Lord knows you're gonna need it!" And as you continue walking down the hall, you can hear faint laughter from them, some footsteps fading even further away, and a door closing, ensuring that you are all alone with nothing but your thoughts. You slowly gain your composure back, making sure you can do your job without a grin. Had to make a good impression to your new co-workers after all.

You sigh wistfully, before getting out your key card and continuing to walk down the hall, swiping the key card to open the door in front of you. And as you slowly walk towards the future ahead of you, you could feel the slightest bit of pride in your new life. It was going good.

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Your movements sync with your team, and you follow each step of theirs to the single second. Left foot, your eyes stare down at the floor, making sure your movements are timed to perfection as the single file line continues on. Right foot, you don't dare to let your thoughts linger until the task at hand is finished, you have a job to do. There was one person behind you, two in front, you couldn't mess up your synchronization. Left foot, you know you are safe with these experienced members of the foundation by your side. Right foot, so why is your heart beating so rapidly?

...Left foot, you slowly move your gaze from the floor to the back of the person in front of you's helmet. You were now in sync, and with that a newfound sense of ease ran past you. Left, right, left, right, they did not speed up nor did they slow down, leading to perfect synchronization of your unit. How calming for a worrying mind, left foot. You slowly felt more at ease than ever before In your job. No need to think about the danger or the risk, all you needed to do was stay in perfect synchronization with your group.

Right foot, you no longer even had to keep track in your mind, you feel into the pattern naturally. Left foot, you walked passed corridor after corridor, one containment area right after the next, you could feel the pattern slipping away from your mind. It was now an instinct. As it should be.

Your group came to a halt, still standing at attention, single file line in front of a door. Your squad's leader got out of formation from the front of the line and slowly moved towards the end of the line, where a small clipboard was. He picked it up, and slowly started reading the information about the SCP. You heard him mumble "049."

He then put it down, scanning the group still standing single file. "All of you, fall in." Quickly, you now all stood horizontally in front of him. He then continued "Procedure states we must sedate him, now do any of you know how to do that, or did they not go over it in training?" He looked around your squad, seemingly looking for any sign of yes.

The others didn't say much, and if they were anything like you, there's sweat slowly falling down their face. Still standing at attention, you didn't move your head to look at the person that took a step forward towards the squad leader. "No sir." The voice spoke, lighter than expected "They did not go over sedation. Only transferring the SCP from one place to another. They said special cases like this would be taught later on the field."

He sighed at this, and you could swear you could vaguely see a frown under the shaded visor. The voice stepped back in formation, then he began to speak once more. "Well, luckily for you all, I'll teach you." He then went to the opposite side of the hall, opening the door with a keycard, and entering, leaving your group outside.

The soft voice that spoke to the squad leader, now spoke to you. "Hello." They raised their hand for you to shake "It's nice to meet you." You shook their hand, a smile now creeping up upon your face "My name is Jenny, what's yours?" You say your name, and how glad you are to meet them as well.

"That's Rocky, he doesn't talk much" they say, pointing at the final one in the line. "Absolutely a sweetheart though, me and him have been through thick and thin, his story has touched me in a way no one else can." Even from here and the black transparent visor, you could see a big grin coming up on Rocky. "And even after all these years, he's never told me his real name."

You could see Rocky roll his eyes, Jenny quips back without even looking at him "Don't you roll your eyes at me, mister. Some of us don't like that attitude. Every time I ask, you keep changing the name you give me!" As soon as they had finished talking, Rocky approached them, pulled up his visor to show his beautiful dark eyes, and then very dramatically rolls his eyes in front of them. "Rude." Jenny mumbled, still with a smile on their face.

Rocky slowly put his visor down, and got back in formation. He poked Jenny, and she did the same. So, you mimic their movements, making sure your heels were lined up with their own as if you were in the military. That's when you heard the footsteps of your leader, getting ever so close. "Rocky also has good hearing" Jenny whispered to you, as soon as they had stopped to get back in position, the door started to open.

Out came the squad leader, who now stood in front of you "Attention!" He called out, and you all made sure you were in position. You noticed he was holding both a needle and a collar of some kind. "This," he held up the collar, chains falling down as he held it up "is a Class 3 Humanoid Restriction harness. It has a lock, which I have the key to at the moment, and these," he pointed at the chains now hanging off of the harness "are the extension restraints."

"Now, this is what you need to focus on, this is what you sedate him with." He now held up the needle, handing it to you with one hand. "Be sure to get it in his neck," he then looked at Rocky and Jenny "And you two soon after better put that on him and lock him in." He hands Jenny the key, while Rocky gets the harness. "Not very hostile, but don't put your guard down." He said, and slowly got out another keycard.

"Never put your guard down." He whispered, more to himself, and swiped the card. Access granted, the key pad said, and you heard the door unlocking. It then opened, revealing a small cell. You couldn't see who was inside, everyone was crowding at the door, but you could hear a voice. A calm, metallic sounding voice, something resembling a humans speech.

"Ah, good evening. I hope that all has gone well for a fine day, yes?" The voice asked, but to no response. "I see, tough day. Well, let's move this along shall we. Everyone is waiting for what will happen, and we mustn't dawdle." You can hear the rumbling of footsteps, hard walking shoes against the cold hard floor. "Well, come along now, we haven't got all day."

You carefully scoot your way inside, making sure that not a single drop of the sedation would fall. "Ah, good evening, how's your day been thus far?" He asked of you as approached him, preparing to make the needle go inside his skin. You couldn't mess this up, you wouldn't mess this up.

"My day's been fine, how about yours?" You responded, adding leeway for the conversation to continue with the SCP.

"Ah, what a lovely voice, so good to have a chat. I take it's your first time sedating, now isn't it?" You heard laughter coming from it "Well not to worry," they moved a bit of his cloak to get a better view of where the mask ended and where the neck would be, but it was covered in cloth. They pointed to a spot, assumed to be where its neck is "just insert it here."

You saw as the needle approached, it slowly dropped its hand, now sure you'd put it in properly. As you pumped it into him, and brought out the needle, it asked "What is your name, I do not see a name tag of any kind on you."

"Name tags are always removed before entering a SCP's cell now, basic protocol. My name is (Name)." You couldn't tell if the drug was kicking in or it was shock, but you could see SCP 049 tense up. You slowly move out of the way as Jenny and Rocky put on the harness of his, with the squad leader telling them how to properly put it on it.

You couldn't focus on the conversation however, as there was a more pressing issue in your mind. Despite you ending the conversation then and there, the SCP still stared at you with the same shocked and tense expression, its eyes scanning yours for something unknown. "What was that?" Jenny asked the creature "You're mumbling, you know that right?"

049 looked at them and mumbled an apology, but as soon as possible they looked back to you. Eyes now locking with yours. "Alright, stand up" the squad leader asked 049, and they complied. "(Name), hold one of the harnesses, you two do the same." Great, now you'd have to get closer.

As you picked up one of the harnesses, 049 started to speak, but it sounded more like mumbling to himself "Is that really you, my dear? You look so different.." his eyes never left yours.

"That doesn't knock him out, but be sure to take anything he says with a grain of salt," he said to the group "now move out, we haven't got all day!" Slowly, your group started to move. Once out the door, your group's pace quickened.

"Do you remember me?" They asked "It was such a long time ago, it must feel like a faded memory, I bet you hardly remember it at all." He got a bit close to you "But I did. I remembered." You saw Rocky tug on the harness, trying to get them away from you, and they slowly moved back closer to the middle. "How could I forget?"

"Wow, he must be really loopy, huh? Guess that drug was more effective than thought." The leader said, "Just ignore his ramblings, once he gets back to normal he'll apologize."

While the drug limited how loud and fluently they could talk, the SCP spoke once more "They treat me like an animal (Name), only referring to me as a person when it's convenient, when I'm near. But not you, no, I'm a person to you, I always have been." It sounded drunk, almost as if the drug was nothing but alcohol.

Jenny giggled at the little speech it just gave, and it only gave them a side eye, then turning back to you. "You- You look... angelic. I- my goodness. A dove for an angel. That's the best way to describe us right now, correct? None of these dark, vile, crows could be a dove, yes?"

It sounded religious, like a prayer, an erratic saying of devotion. "I missed you, I missed you being near, and by my side. I miss-"

"My apologies," you interrupt "but we've never met before. Perhaps the name is similar to someone close, but sadly, I am not. Perhaps when this drug wears off, we can have a nice civil chat, I'm sure your interviewer might allow it." You try and be nice, but you don't want to say you don't see 'him' as a person. Not yet, it will have to earn the title.

"...Yes, we can talk." They said with a cheery attitude, almost ignoring most of what you had said. "Yes, you must hear of how lonely I was when you went, oh how the night before we had danced the night away. Hand in hand. Sleeping in the same bed, but the next morning, you were not there. And while we can no longer dance the night away, perhaps we can chat it away, my dear."

How dramatic, sounds like something straight out of a play. Testing room after testing room, after a few more minutes you had finally met your destination. "No, I am not ready to go. Not yet. My dear, no..." His mumblings and his rambles made all three of you uncomfortable, but the leader just stood with a poker face.

"Don't worry, Loverboy, (Name) will still be here when you finish. Now go on and get inside." He then yelled out to the interviewers and researchers "AND SOMEONE GET THIS DRUG OUTTA HIM.*

They looked confused, one even tilted their head. "But, with all due respect, what did you give him?"

It was now his turn to be confused "What do you mean? I gave him CO-491, the standard protocol sedation tool for 049! Did you all change it, cause now he's all loopy and talking about (Name) as if she's its lover!"

He pointed at you, and you could see all heads turn "What the sedation is, is a mix of lavender and a few more chemicals to calm him down. This has been done time and time again.*

"He's fully sentient and aware of what he's saying and doing." The researcher then looked at you "Would you mind telling us what happened?"

You saw one interviewer come out with a frown "He keeps asking for a (Name). Says he won't talk unless (Name's) there." All eyes turned to you "Well are you coming?"

"... Alright." You looked through the one way window, 049 looked calm, but you couldn't tell whether it was because he was alone or because he had asked for you. The interviewer brought out their key card and swiped it, opening the door.

"Here they are 049, as requested." The interviewer said. You walked through the door, and you could feel his cold gaze on yours.

"My darling (Y/N), please, have a seat. There is much we must discuss."

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Hi! I don't know if you accept requests or not (it's cool if you don't!) But do you have any hc about Aaron discovering he has a daughter? Lol. And what would be Miles reaction. Okay, thank you. Bye :D

Hi Anon👋, I’m not really taking requests but I had to jump on this one. However I can't promise all future requests being answered quickly because I've got studies to focus on but I will try and do as best as I can. I feel like this request was made based on the headcannon I had made up. Absolutely love love love it and I'm happy to write it. Now let's get on with it shall we.

Oh and btw, He would be a Girl dad right. I can't see it any other way.

"Girl if you don't call this man now, I will track him myself."

"Ok I heard you, I'll call. Just in my own time. I promise I will call."

"Fine. Gotta go now but he's got to know now ok. You can't do this alone."

I mutter under my breath something she can't hear. "Psh yes I can."

Homegirl leaves and I'm stuck here with a phone number struggling to call it. It's been long. Will he even remember me? Why I am scared? I'm a grown woman for goodness sake, just do it.

"Fuck it."

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Aaron arrives at his place at the early hours of a new day. However he just wants to collapse in bed and forget about yet another near death experience. All gear on the floor only left in boxers and bandages and dried up blood. He escaped gunshots but not the sharp end of the blade. A non life threatening gash on his arm and the side of his abdomen. Chugged a few pills and was ready to get knocked into sleep.

Not even five minutes into sleep, his phone vibrates on his night stand. Great another thing to do. He semi consciously picked the phone and answered without looking at the name id. Not that there was one.

"Hello," he answers. Not a word back. If these scam callers where trying him he was going to find whoever they were and end it there.

He kisses his teeth and no longer wanting to entertain whoever disrupted his not so deep sleep.

"Is this Aaron?" Hearing his name got him into defensive mode but relaxed a bit when it was from a feminine voice.

"Who'er you?"

The woman tells her name and it rings a faint bell in Aarons head. He's heard the name before. Where though?

"Do I know you?"

She seemed a bit hesitant to tell but she spit it out anyway after taking a deep breath. "We've hooked up a few times many months ago."

In his head he's thinking it's another chick wanting to see him again or wanting to move things further by being in a relationship with him. Makes it clear to them from the start that it's not like that at all then blocks them. It boosts his ego a little.

"Look, I thought I had made it clear that it was a two-three time thing then we don't talk anymore. I'm not looking for relationship or sum," he said immediately to clear any confusion.

"What? That's not it. I have something very important to tell you," she says.

Nothing could have prepared him for what she had to say next. She sounded nervous before she took a breath to speak.

"Well...... I ended up pregnant. I gave birth to a healthy baby. I found your number and called to let you know. Listen and listen carefully. If you want nothing to do with the baby, that is fine. I just thought you should know. I didn't say anything while I was pregnant because I was focusing on me and my baby and in case something might have happened. And I didn’t have it in me to get an abortion," she said so clearly and calmly.

He heard right? Oh he heard right. Was he too tired and drugged up to believe it or was this for real. She gives him the time to process the news. Once all her words were digested he asks…

“You sure it’s mine? How do you know it ain’t anyone else’s?” He asks confidently.

She takes some air in quickly as if being accused of whoring around. She wasn’t gonna let that slide.

“You’re that last person I slept with. Even then I wasn’t hoe. Never was, never will be ok. Look we were both careless. We didn’t use condoms but I was on birth control which ultimately proved that it’s not as effective as I thought it would be. I’m giving you the choice to come see the baby or to leave the matter completely.”

She was serious in her tone. So believable. Maybe it was the tiredness causing him not to think straight but…..

“Send me your address.”

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I could not sit still. Walking back and forth trying to find something to do to distract me. It's still early morning, slight heavy rain falling and sliding from the top to the bottom of the window. The baby was ok, asleep in the bouncer, slowly rocking. I try to sit on the sofa but my leg just keeps bouncing, with the tv on but not my attention on it.

That dreaded call ended about an hour ago and by the sound of his voice, he was serious.

I flinch at the sound of the buzzer. “Hello?”

“It’s Aaron.”

With not many words I buzz him in. Now in a few moments things could go right or left. This is right, right? I gave him options. That's a good thing right? I definitely didn't want to be one of those women who don't let fathers see their child for no reason. Thoughts stop swirling when there is finally a knock on the door. No more time for hesitation but the doorway felt so far.

Aaron POV

I'm soaked from the rain. It took me being inside the apartment complex to realise. All this time it wasn't on my mind that it was pouring outside. There's an elevator but the stairs seem quicker. I skip a step each time until I'm in front of her door. No time to hesitate. I put my fist against the door to knock.

The door opens with her standing behind it. I most definitely remember now. I’ve been with her more times than I’d like to admit honestly. Can’t lie it was the best, not that I’d admit it to her face. Now seeing her, she has a glow that I hadn't seen before.

"Hi"

"Hi umm sorry bout being soaked, its raining like shit outside."

She gives a small laugh and tells me to come in. I remember I've been here before a couple times. Her place always smelt nice and looked clean. I take my jacket off and hang it by the door. I follow her down the short corridor to the living area. We both turn to the living room.

"Well. Here she is."

In the corner of the room, a baby swing with the smallest human possible as cute as can be a sleep, protected from world. I sit on the sofa before my legs give out. She said 'she'. A girl. I have a daughter. I hold my head in my hands. She sits next to me and put a hand on my leg to calm me down.

"I know it's a lot to process. Believe me. I had the same reaction when I found out I was pregnant. All the worries left when I first held her. It was instant love. Sorry I kept it from you."

"Nah I get it. Whats her name?"

"Her name is Tiana."

"Its a beautiful name."

I don't know what came over me but the need to protect her came out of nowhere. Protect her from every evil out there. It's crazy to think she is a part of me. But what about me? It on dawns me that I hold the role of prowler. Am I good enough for her? Am I strong enough to protect her? Am I man enough to be her father. Am I going to end up abandoning her like my father did? All these thoughts consuming me all at once.

"Would you like to hold her?"

I look at her and she has a reassuring smile encouraging me to hold her. "I don't know how."

"Neither did I but I learned."

She stands and walks over to this sleeping angel. She picks her up and walks up to me. I hadn't met Miles until he was a couple months old, so I have no experience in holding a newborn. I sit up and back and open my hands. She's so small. I don't think I've seen something so precious in my life. My hands are almost the same size as her.

"Don't be scared. Here, move your arm to support her neck and then your other hand holds the side."

She helps me hold her comfortably. With all this fuss she moves around waking from her sleep. Shit here it comes. Big brown eyes stare at me with a twinkle in them. We are both strangers to each other but she has to have trust in me and I never would dream of breaking that trust. A grown man like shouldn't be feeling emotional but here I am. She was right. It was love at first sight.

"She's so beautiful."

"I know right. Big eyes, a cute nose and a head full of hair. She got that part from me."

We both break out into a short laugh.

I hesitate to ask the following questing seeing as we are not together. "What's her last name?"

"I put mine and your last name together hyphenated. If you don't mind."

"It's nice."

We spend the rest of the day just talking, actually getting to know each other. She works as a nurse at a hospital, I told her I do engineering which isn't a lie. I use it as a cover up from what I do other times.

"I have a nephew, my older brothers son. His names Miles. He probably would wanna meet Tiana. Is that cool."

"I don't mind, it's cool she has cousin."

We met at a diner, we talked and it seemed like we were both after the same thing. No relationship but a stress relief. Semi strangers with benefits kinda thing. No personal questions and no feelings.

Looking at it now, that might change now that she had birthed my daughter. Speaking of her she starts stirring in my arms and looks like she's about to cry. Her lips quiver and starts crying. It's hasn't even been ten minutes and I've failed.

"She's probably just hungry. Let me feed her."

I slowly had her over to mom. All of a sudden she lifts the side of top and puts a boob in her mouth. This looks private so I look away to the whatever was playing to the tv. She starts laughing at me though.

"What? It's not like you've never seen them before."

True. I can't look at breasts the same. All this time they were just sexual thing to me but its not even like that. It's a personal connection between mother and child. I change the subject. I ask her how old Tiana is and she tells me only four days old.

"So you're fresh out the hospital then? Was it not hard?"

"It was hard. I couldn't drive because I was still sore from giving birth, so my friend drove me back home. She's been such a help these past few days. Cooking and cleaning for me but she does have a job and her own family to take care of."

"Hold on. Don't you only get a few weeks off work before you have to go back."

"Yeah. Around twelve weeks and then I have to go back to work. Some weeks are even unpaid."

"Well that's stupid."

"Tell me about it but hey, I didn't build the system. Here burp her."

She hands her to me then leaves.

"Where you goin. I don't know how to do this."

"Relax I'm just getting her cloth so she doesn't throw up on you"

She can back as fast as she left, put a pink cloth on my shoulder and move her to my shoulder.

"Just pat her back until she burps."

She gets up to leave and looks like she's heading into the kitchen.

"What you bout to do now."

"I'm a bout to cook. You've got her so I have the time to."

"Nah order some food. Get some rest."

Took some time going back and forth but she sat down. Same time as Tiana finally burps. I move to get my wallet and hand it over to her.

"You know you have a lot of faith in a stranger."

"Same stranger that birth our baby."

"Hilarious."

She orders some food. Time goes by and it eventually comes. We ate, talked. Looking outside, I realise time has gone by fast. Looks like it time me to leave. I get to lay her down back to sleep in her swing.

"Looks like I gotta go now."

"Oh umm thanks for stopping by and seeing her. You make a great father you know."

Her words struck me to my heart. I want to be the best dad to her. Better than my father ever was to me and Jeff.

"Come by anytime. Oh here's your card."

"You hold on to that."

I grab my jacket, say my last goodbyes to both of them but man I so don't wanna leave. I might come back tomorrow. I grab my phone and start calling.

"Hello?"

"Jeff. I need to talk to you."

"Talk."

"I have a daughter."

"That poor woman."

"Ay now ain't the time for games. Me and her we cool. Yeah we were irresponsible but I stepped up. Think about it, you're an uncle now."

"I've been an uncle. Rio has siblings that have children."

"On our side stupid. Anyway can I take Miles to see her tomorrow?"

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*The next day*

Jeff has allowed Miles to come with me to see Tiana. But he doesn't know that. I'm trying to surprise his since he wanna keep asking questions talking bout 'how come I don't have a cousin on your side?'.

"So what spot are we painting today."

"We're not doing that."

"We've been walking for so long. Where are we going?"

"You'll see man, just be a little patient. Don't wanna ruin the surprise."

"Surprise!?"

We arrive at apartment complex. I ring up and I'm let inside. The confused looks on his face makes me just wanna laugh but I can't give it away. We get to the door, knock on it and wait.

"Hi guys, come in."

Miles walks shyly behind me until we turn the living room.

"Miles meet your baby cousin, Tiana."

The look on his face is just priceless. Ain't never seen him so confused. He looks at me then at her mother then at Tiana again.

"You have a daughter. Wait does that make you my auntie?"

"Umm well..."

"Yes it does. See I told you. All those questions bout 'how come I don't have an auntie'. Well you got one now."

"It's nice to meet you Miles. Your uncle has told me a lot about you."

He breaks into a nervous laugh. "Unfortunately I haven't heard about you but it's nice to meet you. So uhh how you guys meet?"

Silence

"That's not important. Here come hold her."

Needless to say besides Miles being so puzzled, he was so happy that he has a little cousin. Since then Miles had come to visit and see her many times after school and during the weekend and has seen her grow. Rio and Jeff came later on with gifts. Rio was beyond excited. Jeff was just as surprised as Miles.

"Your family is really nice, I like them a lot."

"Yeah. I've got a present for you too."

I take her down stair to the parking area. Her eyes could have popped out their sockets. Her mouth open so wide, you'd thing her jaw dislocated. In front of us a white Range with a bow.

"Oh my gosh Aaron wha- what's this?"

I dangle the keys infant of her and drop them in her hands.

"People call it a 'push present' if I'm correct. Oh and that card, spend it on our daughter."

"You are spoiling her to the core and she doesn't even know what money is."

"Only the best for my baby girl. Besides I wanna try this mom and dad thing. That's if you want to?"

"We could do that."

A/N - Honestly, I'm not to sure I did a really good job on this one I can't lie. I might have to reread it again like ten times and make tweaks to it. But let me know in the comments.

#into the spider verse #spider verse #spiderman #aaron davis #uncle aaron #aaron davis x reader

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The men of Wylde Flowers power rankings

Keep in mind I'm still in spring, so I might learn more things about these guys that moves them up or down later. But for now:

1. ANGUS. Omg I wish romancing him was an option (Francis is very sweet though). He's perfect. He's a baker, he makes puns, he's part Scottish. Sigh...

2. Thomas. When my friend told me there's no romance route for him, I was mad as hell. He would just be perfect to like soften up over time and fall for. Dreamy. We could talk shit about Marty.

3. Damon. The game is trying to put us together lol we had one conversation where Lina was ragging him for being single and I chose the answer that was like "Aw Lina, let him be" and that conversation eventually led to like "Maybe we can go out sometime?" But nothing further yet. He just seems like a good guy overall.

4. Kai. All those surfing injury stories are gnarly but he does have cool stuff in his shop.

5. Francis. Nice guy, very cosmopolitan, talented at his job. Please go to sleep sometimes, Francis. Maybe I can make you a sleeping potion. Please sleep.

6. Parker. Just seems like a friendly fella. He has that good spatial reasoning - he has to for his job - and I like that. Has his hands full with the twins. He just had me get him some tulips for his anniversary and that was really sweet.

7. Bruno. The fact that his stand is called Soft and Son's but Otto doesn't want anything to do with it is so sad. Okay so maybe he has a drinking problem but nobody's perfect.

8. Shelby. I'm not put off by the "weird guy living in the woods" thing and he has some smart stuff to say. He alluded to some of his relatives having been killed in the Holocaust and that broke my heart.

9. Getting hit by a bus

10. Cameron. I'm from the south. I've seen lots of these charismatic smooth-talking religious hucksters. I don't trust Cameron one dang bit.

11. Otto. Totally fake ass politician trying to get the votes from an electorate of, what, twelve? I don't trust him either. Trying to spread all that "be afraid of your neighbors" Nextdoor crap. I just know he's gonna try to go all Crucible on the coven if he finds out anyone's identities. (I am trying to be friendly to Vanessa though - she told me the story of her friend Amy and I just felt sad for her.)

12. Marty. This man is the feds or something. We've had like 3 interactions and every one has me going 🤨. The fact he was clearly lying about his last name and almost tripped on it. The weird hesitation to tell me he used to be a consultant. Calling me a "girl farmer" like sir I am a grown woman. When I first learned that a rancher was coming, I thought oh nice maybe another romantic prospect. But even if a romance route was available for this guy, I would absolutely not take it.

Maybe next time I play through, I should pick "Claire" when Hazel asks me about my former fiance's name and then pursue Amira because she was coming on HARD to me 😳

I should power rank the women later too lol

#wylde flowers

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Tearful Reunions

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Now that he's on his own, Jack stumbles across two people from his parents' past and gets a little comfort along the way.

Chapter 1: Mrs. Adler

Jack glanced up at the saloon, one he’d never been to before, wondering if this was even a good idea. It was possible she wouldn’t even remember him. The last time they saw each other, he was just a boy, but his few memories of her were good ones. She’d always been good to him, even from the beginning.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the saloon doors and strode up to the bar, surveying the place while he waited for the bartender. “Hey there, friend. Whiskey, if you could.” The man nodded and poured out a drink, sliding the glass toward his outstretched hand. Without any reservation, Jack downed it, barely making a face, and met the bartender’s eyes. “I was told I could find someone at this here saloon.”

In turn, the bartender narrowed his eyes. “Depends. If you got the proper motivation I may be able to help you.”

Without blinking, Jack reached into his pocket and slammed ten dollars onto the counter. “Do you know a woman named Sadie Adler? I was told she frequents this place.”

The bartender’s gaze slid down toward the money, where he carefully picked it up to leaf through it. Without looking back up, he nodded. “Comes in here to play poker from time to time. Should be in the back. She’s a scary one though, mister, I suggest you find someone else if you’re looking for company in bed.”

“Thanks.” Jack knew better than to argue about the situation, pushing off of the bar to walk past the drunken fools around him and toward the door the man had indicated. As he approached, he could hear voices.

“I fold.”

“Aha! I told ya, Thompson, you ain’t gonna get a cent outta me!”

“Of course not. You’re just a cheatin’ whore!” A chair scraped against the ground.

“I know you are, so what am I? See you next week when you’re ready to give me more money!” The door swung open and a middle-aged man stormed out, bumping Jack’s shoulder hard. Another man inside sighed.

“Oh, give it a rest, Adler. One day it’ll be your brains on the wall.”

“As if he could even move fast enough to shoot an armadillo stuck in mud. If it’s a duel he wants, it’s a duel he’ll get, but he ain’t walkin’ away from it.”

Jack breathed in, trying not to look as nervous as he felt, and pushed the door open. In the poker room sat a man and a woman. The woman had her feet up on the table, dozens of poker chips around her. Her blonde hair was streaked with gray, cut about shoulder length and adorned with a white hat. She glanced up as the door opened, and the smile faded from her face as she pulled her feet off the table.

“John?” she asked, nearly breathless. “I heard…I thought you was dead!”

For what felt like the thousandth time, Jack’s heart shattered. God, he really looked like his father, didn’t he? “I’m…I’m afraid he is dead, ma’am.”

“You know this feller, Adler?” The man beside her asked, looking between the two like it was a game.

Sadie’s face twisted from shock, to confusion, to recognition. She blinked once, then twice, then suddenly got to her feet, the chair scraping loudly against the wood. “Jack?”

His eyes pricked, but he blinked and smiled to hide it. “Yeah. ‘M all grown now.”

“That you is! You son of a bitch, c’mere!” She rushed forward, hugging him less than gracefully, and as relief coursed through his veins, he returned it. “You was just a boy last time I saw you! Now look how big you’ve gotten!” Sadie pulled away after a moment, inspecting him closer, her eyes taking in every detail of his new look. “I’m so glad to see you. How the hell are you?”

“I’m fine,” he replied, for a moment a little uncomfortable about the coddling when there was a stranger in the room. On the other hand, she reminded him of his mother, and he took comfort in that.

Sadie looked at him like she knew his answer was a lie, then gestured to the table. “C’mon, take a seat. And Mr. Martin, get out of here.”

“But -”

“I said get out.”

The man looked at Jack, then Sadie, then sighed, grabbing his hat. He sent Jack one last look before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. She grinned at Jack, gesturing toward the table again, and they each took a seat.

Sadie leaned her elbows on her knees, watching him like she was looking at a dead man. He supposed, in a way, she was. He was John’s legacy.

“How’s your Ma?”

Jack knew this question would be coming, but it still hurt as if a train had collided with his chest. “...I buried her last month.”

“Oh, no…” she murmured, her eyes darkening as she looked down at the ground. After a few seconds, she reached forward, placing a hand on his knee. “I’m so sorry, Jack.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering how frail Abigail had become after John’s death, how her health had just been deteriorating for years on end until it finally claimed her life. He hoped, wherever they were now, they were together.

“I heard you was in Armadillo, Mrs. Adler,” he said, opening his eyes to change the subject. “Wasn’t even sure if you’d remember me, but I figured I’d stop by for old times’ sake.”

Sadie’s brows shot up. “Not remember you? The Marstons’ boy? How could I not remember you, Jack? You was always a little firecracker. I liked you. Never hesitated to give your old man some of that backtalk.”

Jack found himself smiling a little. “I’ll never forget those sweets you snuck me before dinnertime. Ma just about killed us.”

She lit up. “Thankfully we could use Uncle as a scapegoat, the old dog.” Jack hadn’t heard his name in a while, either. His chest twisted painfully again. She seemed to notice, and got to her feet. “Stay here, partner. I’m gonna get us some drinks, on me.”

“You don’t have to -”

“‘Course I do. You’re family.” She smiled, then left the poker room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Glancing up at the ceiling, Jack let out a long sigh and slowly reached for his father’s hat, taking it off to place on the table. His gaze wandered to the bookshelf in the corner, and he wondered if he ought to start writing that book he always joked he would write. Would that make John proud? Or would this, this life he was living now, make him proud?

For as long as he could remember, he’d wanted to be like John. And John always fought against it. Now, he supposed, he knew why.

The door swung open and Sadie returned with three glasses. She slid two of them toward him, smiling kindly. “Looks like you needed the extra.”

He didn’t even have the energy to thank her, and instead wordlessly picked up one of the glasses. Swirling the liquid around for a moment, he furrowed his brows. “You…lost your husband a long time ago, didn’t you, Mrs. Adler?”

Her eyes softened. “Yes, I did. It’s how I ended up joinin’ the gang. And jeez, Jack, call me Sadie already.”

“Sorry.” He watched the alcohol ripple in its glass. “After Pa died, I was so focused on takin’ care of Ma like he always told me to and…and now that she’s gone, I…” As his eyes began to burn, he brought the glass to his lips, trying to focus on the burn in his throat instead. He took a deep breath. “I found him, Sadie. Found the man who killed my father, and I killed him. I thought it would make things easier, but it ain’t. Nothin’s easy.”

Sadie was quiet for a moment, then scooted her chair a little closer. “No, it ain’t easy,” she said, the gentlest he’d ever heard her be, “It ain’t easy ‘cause you’re your pa’s kid. Y’know he did the same thing.”

“What?”

“Him, and me, and Charles, we all went after the feller who killed your Uncle Arthur,” she explained, leaning back in her seat. “I always heard the folk in camp talk about Dutch’s philosophy, or whatever it was. ‘Revenge is a fool’s game’, they’d say. But revenge kept us all goin’. It’s the only reason we survived this long. I killed the man who killed my Jakey, and I don’t regret it one bit.”

Jack looked down at his lap, placing the glass down and squeezing his gloved hands into tight fists. “It felt good,” he admitted, remembering the surprised look on Ross’ face before he fell to the ground. “Real good. But since then, nothin’s made any sense. Nothin’s fair. I…I miss ‘em both so much.”

“It’s a cruel world we live in, Jack Marston,” she agreed. “The pain gets easier to bear, but it also sometimes hits ya out of nowhere like a group of bandits. Someday, you’ll find a nice lady, settle down like they always wanted you to. You’re still young. You’ll be fine.”

“It don’t feel fine,” he choked, wondering why he was even saying all of this. Hot tears spilled over and began falling down onto his lap. The sound of a scraping chair filled his ears as Sadie came closer. His head soon rested against her chest, a gentle hand running through his hair. He cried harder, knowing he hadn’t been treated this kindly in months, making him miss his mother more than ever.

Sadie held him for a while, not saying anything, just letting him cry. Eventually, as it slowed, she sighed softly. “I never got around to havin’ children,” she said, “and it ain’t my place to say, but I’m proud of you, Jack. Real proud. You’ve grown into a fine man.”

Carefully, Jack sat up, wiping away at his face. “...Thank you.” He didn’t feel like one, but he appreciated the sentiment nonetheless. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t think our reunion was gonna go like this.”

“Nonsense, don’t apologize. I just have that charmin’, put-you-at-ease effect on people.”

He smiled slightly. “I think my Pa would disagree with that.”

“And I’d kick his ass for it,” she replied, returning the smile. “Where you been stayin’?”

“Camping around, mostly,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Since Ma died, I…can’t bring myself to stay at Beecher’s Hope.”

Sadie nodded, getting to her feet. “I didn’t have that problem. Micah burned my fuckin’ house down,” she sighed, offering a hand. “C’mon, my house ain’t far. Just for a night, let’s get a roof over your head.”

Jack blinked. “You sure?”

“Sure, I’m sure. Your parents were friends of mine, Jack, so you’re a friend of mine, too. C’mon now.”

Forcing air into his lungs, he nodded, reaching forward to take the last glass and down it. Then he took Sadie’s hand to let her pull him up. Together, they headed outside, mounted their horses, and he followed her to a small cabin a little outside of town. It was everything one person could need; a small kitchen, a single bed, a bathtub.

“When’s the last time you got any sleep?” she asked, which completely caught him off guard.

“Um…few days, maybe,” he admitted. Sleep was harder than it had ever been in his life before. He’d be lying if he said the fatigue wasn’t getting to him; his whole body felt heavy.

Sadie gave him a knowing smile, like she had once gone through the same thing. “Lie down then, partner.”

“Oh, n-no, no, this is your bed. I can’t possibly -”

“It’s an order. In you get, before I cut off that pretty hair of yours.”

Jack gulped. No wonder his father always seemed to follow Sadie’s lead instead of the other way around. Carefully, he sat on the edge of the bed, then moved to lay down, breathing in the smell of smoke and whiskey. Sadie sat beside him, shaking her head slightly.

“Do you still read them storybooks you used to love?”

“Sometimes.” His body felt heavier by the minute.

“Last time we saw each other, you were readin’ one about…uh…flyin’ monkeys or some such…”

Jack smiled, his eyelids fluttering closed. “Wizard of Oz.”

“Yeah! The man behind the curtain. Callin’ himself a wizard is mighty high self-praise though, I’ll tell you that. And I’d be surprised if a scarecrow could walk around without a brain, but plenty of fellers do that every day…”

While she spoke, for a moment, he was on the couch at home, with Abigail in the armchair and John by the fire. He was safe. He was happy. He was young.

He was happy to have that, for just that moment, before sleep whisked him away.

#red dead redemption #rdr1 #rdr2 #jack marston #sadie adler #this is chapter 1 #next will be charles !!!#just think that jack deserves a hug #that's all im saying #my writing #agoldengalaxy #my post

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I'd like to see you rewrite Magical Destroyers if you hate it so much.

This sounds like a sarcastic "well I'd like to see YOU do better" sort of comment but for the sake of creative exorcise I'll take it seriously.

It's hard to "rewrite" this series while still respecting it. Especially since it was a passion project from Jun Inagawa. He incorporated a lot of his personal experiences and feelings into the story and that's something I don't want to take away from. So for the most part, I'll only be adding ideas and themes to it.

Primarily, women. Add women. The whole story is an analysis of otaku fandom and culture, and women have been a huge part of that from the beginning. Even if socially, it's a male dominated space, women are still a part of that. So in this hyper stylized exaggerated world, explore what it's like to be a women in those spaces. The way shoujo series tend to be dismissed, the way women are sometimes "tested" to see if they're a "true fan", and the unwanted attention sometimes given just by existing as a woman within a mostly male fandom space.

The magical girls need to actually be given their own character arcs. I'll be honest half the time it didn't even feel like they liked each other. So make them actual friends, have actual relationships between one another, and don't make their entire involvement in the plot center around Otaku Hero lordy be. He can still be important to them (I would argue he should be more of a father figure to them), but he shouldn't be the ONLY thing important to them. They can still originate from Origin and whatever, but they have to be their own people.

In terms of specifics, take out the weird stuff in episode 4 about the kids. Because in that situation, the dads were objectively in the wrong. And especially don't imply that a crowd of grown men are aroused by an elementary school boy. Don't do that. Ever.

And if weird anime tropes ARE employed, SAY SOMETHING ABOUT IT. Don't just have the trope, say "this is a trope!" and move on. Explore why that's a thing. Let other characters express how it makes them feel. There was a brief moment in episode 2 when Pink mentioned how she doesn't like all the otaku staring at her, which was an interesting point that never gets explored!

Oh yeah! There was the "elite 4" type characters? Who barely made any presence in the show at all. Do something more with that. Honestly with Himawari and her brother, I thought they were gonna say something about how her brother forced his sister into indulging his weird fantasies, and she was conflicted because she didn't want to do that stuff, but she also loved her brother. But then they didn't. She was just mad that she wasn't killed by her brother too in a weird way?? I don't know. Anyway, explore that.

I have other ideas, but these are the basic concepts I would add. It's mostly me adding in MY own experience as an anime fan and how I feel about the culture and fanbase. Of course, all of this is a generalization. And writing out a plot summery is much different then actually writing a 13 episode TV show. I am not saying my version is better. This is simply my personal preference.

None of this is discounting what the actual anime does well, because there are good parts about it. But since you asked, this is what I would change.

#ask #anonymous #mahou shoujo magical destroyers

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buginateacup · 1 year

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9, 14, 18, 37 for the ask meme!

ooh Dal I hope you're ready for this...

Which fic has been the hardest to write?

Tea with Topsy. Hands down. I have others I struggled with for longer, but Topsy had a schedule and I would spend hours just trying to think through the hows and whys and who's doing whats of that fic so I could keep it straight in my head (unlike Megamind and Roxanne, wahey!) while trying to post regularly and not fuck myself by having something happen and accidentally cut a chunk of story because of it.

What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Cut everything that doesn't advance the plot.

Seriously WHY would you say that? Maybe this is because I'm primarily a fanfic writer but what the fuck? Half the time the plot is the LEAST interesting thing about a story! Because here's the secret. Unless your characters are on a QUEST, they don't know there is a plot. They are just trying to live their lives and thinking about what comes in two days, two weeks, two months. When the plot arrives it is a Disruption! And if you don't let your characters react or crash and burn or give them enough time to actually show WHY they are people who make bad or selfish or pointless decisions, you wind up with a very boring story or characters acting OOC just to move the plot along and I swear this is where half the "If I was X character I would simply not make X decision" comments. You need to give your story time to BREATHE.

Your characters do not know they are in a story. They are not going to think like a reader and as a writer you need to give them follow through so they are not little puppets getting pushed around a stage. It's like punching someone, you don't aim for their nose, you aim two inches past it.

Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

I use dot points. Usually when I realise I've written myself into a corner and have to figure out how to get out again. I have also been known to rough draft plot points a la gossip style story telling (hi Rings!) but that happens less than you'd think. I am not good at planning, but I like making sure I set something up before I knock it down so my brain and I mostly agree to disagree.

Talk about your current wips.

I...all of them? Ohhkay oh fuck alright I can do this. There are six open on my laptop right now. I'm gonna start with them.

Lindworm: You know the story of the lindworm? Woman wants a baby, fucks up the instructions, has a perfect child and also a dragon. And oops they're all grown up now and dragon wants a bride? (Or possibly a snack. He's kind of into eating people). But the bride wears numerous dresses and convinces the lindworm he can eat her if he takes off a skin for each dress she removes and by the time they're down to the last she washes him with milk and lye and wraps him in her arms and breaks the curse and he becomes a man again?

Yeah we're doing that with Megamind. Also there may be an AU I'm leaving a trapdoor for myself with where Roxanne fucks Dragon!mind after a few sheds. Haven't decided yet. Should I?

Consolation prize: I don't remember why I called it tha- oh wait yes I do. This is a gift fic I've been poking away at with a prompt for really inhuman Megamind being the one to rescue Roxanne and show why he's the big boss in town and he's ashamed he's not human enough but she embraces him anyway and they're incredibly tender with one another.

And...look. You know me. I don't really do easy comfort. There's something about trauma that makes me go "You cannot pivot straight into comforting someone while you're in the middle of a perfectly reasonable panic attack of your own. You gotta let your characters breathe and cry for a bit before they can have emotionally healthy conversations. But I'm trying! And everyone's probably going to be in shock anyway so we'll let that carry the emotional baggage. Also it is very tender in a let me wash the blood off your face kind of way. I should actually have it finished soon which is exciting.

Tea with Topsy (part 2): Not actually part 2 I just got sick of scrolling every time I opened it so I put all the published stuff into another document. It's technically on hiatus still but I'm finding it a lot more pleasant to work on when I'm not trying to keep to a schedule. There's lots of smut coming, some Megamind being threatening, and some Roxanne being sneaky (if we're lucky they might even say "I love you" this year) and Minion being best henchfish to ever hench. Plus plot! And emotional breakdowns! And more strawberry icecream!

Oil and Water: Okay that one's just smut. I'm aiming for 1000 words per chapter for the next couple of chapters and its really just Megamind and Roxanne exhibition hours and an idea I've had FOREVER about them getting busted. But they're having fun and that's what's important. (poor Warden better hope he never finds out what happened in his office).

Party Dress: Okay so! Did you know whatever Megamind fic goes up next on AO3 is going to be my 50th? Because that was a shock! And what is being human for except to ascribe random numbers pointless meaning, so I had to make it something special. I toyed with the idea of getting Paperwork Polycule or Blue Ruin started but they still need more work than I have the brain for so instead I decided it was time I actually finished the very first piece of Megamind fanfic I started!

It's a cute oneshot fairly early on where Megamind and Minion run into Roxanne who is avoiding the crowds at the Mayor's annual Christmas Party and they offer her a ride home. It was the first place I came up with a lot of fun/silly ideas that I'm sure people will be able to draw comparisons to other fics I've written when I post it.

Kittens: Roxanne discovers a box of abandoned kittens on her way to work and takes them home. Megamind appears, very annoyed she missed their appointment ("What appointment?" "The one where I kidnap you of course!" "Oh that. Pass" "Pass? What you can't just pass! This is a kidnapping!" "Sh! I'm busy.") And she shanghais him into watching them while she goes to get pet supplies.

There is purring.

As for the rest!

*deep breath* this part comes with musical accompaniment to set the mood

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Blue Ruin - The 1920's Megamind is a mobster, Roxanne is a club singer AU.

A Cunning Disguise - Spy AU, Megamind and Roxanne are undercover as newlyweds trying to put a stop to...something (look its about the TENSION alright? What's important is how many times they have to kiss to throw someone off their trail)

Barley - aka 5 times Roxanne and Megamind wound up playing schoolyard games as he tried to kidnap her (chasey, hide and seek, dodgeball, nerf wars, the floor is lava etc)

Birthday Cakes - An Umbrella Academy fic where they find The Women's Weekly book of birthday cakes and insist they each finally deserve a proper one

Bluestocking - Working title, Regency AU where Roxanne is trying to keep her family estate and winds up married to Megamind for half historical scandal half revange reasons. They fall in love.

Catherine Wheel - Angst. Something goes wrong, Megamind gets injured, Roxanne yells her feelings, possibly everyone dies?

Chains - Megamind and Roxanne escape the Doom Syndicate and wind up in a safehouse that's really more of an abandoned garage for the night. Oh and they're handcuffed together.

Chicken - Megamind and Wayne team up to invite Roxanne to a threesome

Chunk! - Wayne punches Megamind and bends his ventral piercings. Roxanne has to but them out with a boltcutter. Edging for everyone!

Noone calls you Honey - TECHNICALLY complete but I have an idea for a later scene that involves Wayne fighting a speedster supervillain and Roxanne rescuing other damsels so its staying in the WIPs until I decide what to do with it.

Con Crunch - Roxanne sneaks into a Villain con, Megamind catches her and passes her off as his protege.

Dear Diary - The WIP title for Wait a Minute! Where Roxanne and Megamind are trapped in a time bubble for 30 days. Actual future chapters are drafted because I finally got the angsty one finished!

Dinner and Goodnight kisses - Actually cut from Topsy due to emotional damages. Roxanne asks Megamind to be her fake date for dinner, which he accepts. But she accidentally mistakes someone else for him instead. Cue betrayal, misery, and an apology dinner of takeaway thai food on her couch. And kisses.

Falling - Roxanne and Megamind have a ”one time thing” out of curisoity/boredom/horny. But it keeps happening. And so do feelings

Family dinner - Roxanne asks Megamind to be her date to her monthly family dinner with the horrible side of the family in the hopes she'll be banished.

Free on saturday? - 5 times Roxanne made Megamind be her fake date (and one time it wasn't fake at all) This one I borrowed some of my own family traditions and I will probably be a blubbery mess when I actually write the rest of it but its still tender right now since my Opa passed away.

Fly me to the moon - Once upon a time Nickel and I agreed to an exchange where she asked for Megamind and Roxanne meeting as adults. I had two ideas, one was Back of Beyond (which I'm delighted you enjoyed) and the other is this, Roxanne is a junior reporter kidnapped by a couple of of aliens and is being kept in their spaceship on the other side of the moon while they try to figure out how to ransom her for the fuel they need to get back to the rest of the galaxy. Also Wayne is a space cop. Mostly made of teeth. And Minion's robot body turns into a motorcycle.

Formal Wear - The continuation and the prequel of A Formal Affair, where Megamind and Roxanne start their little getaways and also Wayne finally gets the courage up to ask to be the wall they fuck against.

Gloves are off - There is a trend for hero and villain themed onlyfans. Roxanne gets asked to do a story on some of them and finds one account that does a really good Megamind impression. Like REALLY good.

Hadestown - A 13/Dhawan!Master Dr Who Hadestown AU where the Doctor is Persephone and the Master is Hades

Into Temptation - The next installment of the Crowded House collective. Its the night before a very big event and Roxanne asks Megamind to visit...(soft angst, smut and feels)

Intruder Window (my working titles are so I can save the doc, not because I know what I'm doing) - The Tapetum Lucidum series. I hope you're ready to get laid

Mentality Machine Misfire - Prequel to Rings. What did happen when Megamind and Roxanne wound up as Brain-bots?

Mer couture - The sequel to Haute Water. (I blame @kizzyanel) I'm waiting on the next Met Gala for more inspiration because at the moment its just Megamind and Minion pleasing Roxanne in the bath.

Mistress Roxanne - Megamind runs into Roxanne in a dungeon and finds out he has a hitherto undiscovered sub streak a mile wide. Sexy shenanigans ensue.

Nails - A Nails AU based on the short story from Round the Twist. There are mermaids.

Never drink alone - Wayne Megamind and Minion all get absolutely trashed on a particular cocktail at a Scott Family party (so much for that evil plan) a none to sober herself Roxanne has to wrangle them back to Wayne's room and keep them there till they all sober up. No one has a filter. Also truth or dare.

Noticeable - Pride and Prejudice AU - Mary asks Kitty for help to make her beautiful enough Mr Collins will ask her to marry him. Mostly about sisterly bonding.

Nowhere to run - Roxanne stumbles on Megamind right after he accidentally kills someone in self defense. She takes him home and cleans him up and keeps his secrets.

Operation Seduction - Wayne and Roxanne are fuckbuddies who team up to seduce Megamind.

Paperwork Polycule - Roxanne marries all her aliens to make sure they don't get deported. of course this means they have to live together for a year and oh dear what feelings are these? (Wayne and Minion have the most helpless crushes on each other).

Penelope - A Penelope/Colin Bridgerton story about Penelope writing a vicious takedown of herself as Whistledown and the fallout as the Bridgerton family comes to her defence.

Prime numbers - It's not even a real kiss! Just a kiss on the cheek because they were both laughing at the brainbot tangled in mistletoe. So why is Megamind running in a panic and who is Roxanne going to have to kill for making him feel like he's not even allowed such a small gesture of affection?

Roxanne is dead - (thrilling title I know) Except she's not, she's hiding in the Lair from everyone while the rest of the world THINKS she's dead. Megamind included. A lot of angst and slow feels

Same time next week - Megabyte and Dot don't intentionally make a habit of running into one another at Al's diner. But it keeps happening (will end in alley sex)

Selkie - Roxanne's greatest secret is her pelt. When her house is robbed and Megamind returns it to her, any number of strange things about her suddenly start to make sense. (Also there are whiskery seal kisses)

Six of Crows Bar and Restaurant - A slice of life AUabout the Six of crows but as restaurant workers

Speed Chess - A Queens Gambit oneshot about playing speedchess in the park

Table for Two - Sarcasm serves Megamind and Roxanne well when instead of the evil plan that was supposed to be happening, Minion has arranged...dinner?

Tattoo Roses - The flowershop/Tattoo parlour AU that I will have more than just slice of life scenes if I ever figure out how

The inherent evil of turtlenecks - Bernard is back and he is out for revange! Unfortunately Megamind has found his greatest weakness, advice on how to be a better supervillain. Homoeroticism and evil plans abound.

The Morning after - Roxanne and Megamind run into each other out of town and wind up spending the night together. What's going to come of this neither of them know.

Please Break Me Gently - Megamind collapses four steps into Roxanne's apartment after the Black Mamba fight. An adult retelling of what happens next with all the bruises left in.

The Vast of what comes after - A Vast of Night continuation of how and where Faye and Everett and Maddy come back.

Tofu - Megamind steals Roxanne's lunch one day and discovers tofu is an aphrodisiac to his species. Roxanne offers to help out

Toy Room - Megamind has a sex room built during his villainous days. Roxanne finds it. Fun times ensue.

Tryst in me - Sequel to "She's all out to get you" Wayne Megamind and roxanne have got a pretty good handle on how to run her city. But Roxanne really can't stop thinking about Megamind's hands. She decides to do something about it. (the something is Megamind)

Up n at em - Also technically finished but I have a sequel chapter about how they fell in love and how it was Roxanne and Minion first.

Voyager - Yes the one you used to write Embers to Ashes. the line "These are supposed to be gills!" still lives rent free in my head so its becoming a post movie angstfest at some point.

Waltz - Megamind finds Roxanne sneaking around at a party. The price for his silence? A dance.

Who bit my familiar? - A WWDITS story about Guillermo waking up a vampire.

You must be this tall to fire the giant laser - Megamind accidentally shrinks Roxanne down to 5 years old. Chaos ensues.

*falls over gasping* And there you have it! That music was in my head the ENTIRE time I was writing this out. (sometimes I really do have to wonder if I don't have some kind of ADHD)

Also thank you for making me tidy up my WIP folder, it actually shrank because I stuffed all the random bits and pieces and all those "An Idea" minifics the server pulls out of me into one document so yay! (I did not do those, that would have been another 20 odd)

#Ask meme #holy cow that got long #thanks for the asks Dal!#Six of crows #Megamind #Dr Who #Hadestown #Pride and Prejudice #Bridgerton

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the-chosen-fanfiction · 1 year

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Gentile. | Chapter 12

Now that Machaerus is in sight, Atticus has to drop you off, but not without a proper goodbye.

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Panic is the first emotion shunting through you when you rouse at the feeling of a strong, bare arm around your waist. You squirm and move away from Quintus’ form, not wanting to feel his breath on your shoulder, and you sit up slightly, leaning on your elbows to face your husband—

– Not your husband. Relief floods you at the sight of a peacefully sleeping Atticus, hair tousled and face mushed against a rolled up fur that serves as a pillow. Underneath the blanket you see a sliver of chest hair and you swallow thickly at the sight, memories of last night dancing inside your mind. You cannot fight the soft smile that spreads and gently card your fingers through the soft, dark locks that fall in front of his face. You pull the dark woollen cloak that he had draped over you for extra warmth over your form and settle down next to him in order to relish in the rare moment of peace.

He huffs a soft breath that tickles your cheek and you hum dreamily, caressing the stubble that has grown to become a full beard at this point - it had felt simply delightful against your thighs - and he starts to show signs of awakening. Atticus’ eyelids flutter and you withdraw your hand slightly, fearing that your actions have roused him against your intentions.

The grin that tugs at his lips as he sighs a yawn takes away your concerns. “Hmm, good morning,” he mumbles deeply before opening one eye, his fingers already tangling in the fabric of your nightgown to pull you against him, “By the gods, I slept so well.”

“So have I,” you murmur, “You’ve worn me out.”

He chuckles and watches you with bleary eyes, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “I’m sorry. Also about the marks on your neck, by the way.” Your hand shoots up to the sore, crescent shaped spots he’s placed there, for you hadn’t even noticed them until now, and you flush.

“Thank you for last night,” you whisper genuinely. He swallows and runs his fingers down your back, softly endearing you. “It was… It was wonderful.”

“There is more where that came from.” he flirts.

You bite your lip and smile. “Oh, I bet.”

He laughs and closes his eyes, comfortable in the pillow, “I love how you’re loosening up as time passes. A few weeks ago you would have waved me off with one of your adorable abashed whimpers.”

You hum and cuddle into him, listening to his heartbeat that lulls you into a drowsy state. “I wish we could always stay like this.”

Atticus’ fingers halt in their caresses and he huffs a smile. “Hm, me too. We should enjoy the moment while it lasts.” His fingers tighten their grip, causing you to gasp.

“Attic—Ooh!” you squeal in surprise when he pulls you on top of him, settling his hands on your hips. Your body arches towards him inherently, a look of astonishment on your face. He chuckles, raising one eyebrow.

“Too bold?”

You let out a small noise. “Perhaps.”

“Want me to stop?”

“No.”

A sudden roll of his hips makes you topple over onto him, catching yourself on his shoulders. He laughs, moves some hair behind your ear and hikes up your nightgown with deft fingers. “You beautiful woman,” he grunts, the fire inside your gut burning bright again in the same way it had done last night, “Gonna make you sing for me again, darling.”

And sing you do. The sun is already well in the sky when he finally allows you to rest in the furs he’s made you claw at. Exhausted already though the day has barely started, you lay paralysed, trying to catch your breath whilst he reaches for the damp rag he’s cleaned you up with previously to repeat the gesture, careful to not be too harsh in his scrubbing.

A soft laugh leaves both of you when you let out a tiny yelp at the sensitivity of your body. Atticus presses a lingering kiss against your shoulder and sighs. “What am I to do with you now, hm?”

You hum and look at him besottedly. “Are you going to sweep me away to unknown lands? Cross the border to Egypt, or alternatively, somewhere to the east? I think we could survive pretty well on our own.”

He makes a thoughtful sound and bites his bottom lip. “I think we would. I’ll have to give that some thought. Until then, let’s drop you off at Machaerus.”

You know that he is only joining you in your little fantasy and that it would never be carried out, but it still gives you a sliver of silent hope.

“I hope I can walk,” you whisper.

Atticus chuckles. “If not, that just means I’ve done a good job.”

With the bittersweet goodbye looming at the horizon, you dress and pack in silence. Worry settles in the pit of your gut as you lean against the wagon, watching him kick out glowing embers of the fire and empty a bucket of water on top of it, making it sizzle. He tosses it into the back of the cart and turns to you, his face slightly falling at your sullen expression.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He puts his hands on your shoulders and slides them down, intertwining your fingers with his once he arrives there. Atticus brings your knuckles to his lips and kisses them gently. “Our night was way too beautiful for you to be pouting, now.”

“It was,” you agree, “But I’m going to miss you.”

He smiles wryly and rubs his nose against yours before giving you a soft kiss. You resist the urge to chase his lips once he pulls back. “I’ll miss you too,” he muses, “But I’ll write to you.”

“Do you promise?” He nods.

Another peck lands against your lips. “I hope you do realise that we cannot kiss goodbye once I drop you off at the court,” he rumbles, “So let us do so now.” You lean your head against the wagon with a relaxed sigh as he tilts his head to deeply snog you. Courageously, you dare slip your tongue into it. The intimate night has made you more comfortable around him, and it’s surprising how easily you allow him to touch you.

You drape your arms around his neck and stand on your tiptoes as he softly grunts into your mouth, his arm tugging you closer around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head. You breathe one another’s air, that starts to grow shorter.

Something appears within the kiss.

Desperation .

Suddenly, your eyes are burning and your throat feels tight with emotion. You don’t want him to go. You gently pull away from him, lowering your gaze so that you don’t have to look at him for a moment.

“What if something happens to you?”

Atticus smiles and tips up your chin with his index finger. “Nothing will happen to me. I know very well how to stick to the shadows. With the years of experience I’ve got under my belt, it’s not difficult to remain alive.”

Nothing can truly take that fear from you, and so, instead of protesting, you simply sigh.

You stand like that for a while, drinking in one another’s presence. His warmth settles inside your bones as he wraps you in a tight embrace. “I’ll come and fetch you as soon as I can,” he promises.

Alas, the time to leave approaches. The pair of you climb up on the wagon for the final stretch of your trip. Your head comes to rest against Atticus’ arm and he smiles, wrapping an arm around you and taking the reins in his hands. With a small flick of the leather line, he shifts the horses into a steady pace. It’s only a few hours off.

“I think,” you muse, “That you’ve given me enough inspiration to write about during my time in Machaerus.”

Atticus lets out a laugh. “And if not, I’ll gladly provide you with some ideas through the post. Which, for the record, should not be read in the presence of others.”

Your face heats up at the thought and your heart skips a beat. “Why not?”

“I think you know.” His cheeky grin tells a thousand tales.

You attempt once again to finish the poem and letter to your brother. It is coming together easier today. Atticus casts occasional glances down at the swirl of your pen against the parchment and hums whenever he sees a line he particularly likes.

A pleasant squirm leaves you when he brushes his lips against your jaw right when you finish the concluding sentence of your verse and turn to him to meet his affection for a moment. “What have you written?” he queries right after you part from him.

You clear your throat and flick one page back, where the poem starts.

“Fragile she’ll lay in your palm, your world, she’ll rest close to your heart. The blessing that forms on your tongue pours out over her…”

He listens intently as you recite your work whilst you occasionally glance at him in between stanzas, his responses and little huffs of amusement genuine, and with every noise, you find yourself falling more in love with him. The other side of the coin does also draw near - the end of your wonderful and pivotal trip together - but he promised he will return to you, and so, you will cling onto that.

“...And against your nature, pull through, for your sun, for she will bloom.” you conclude your composition, ending with a soft smile and a sigh. “I’m content about how it turned out,” you muse.

“As you should. I’m certain that he’ll love it, darling.”

The way he speaks to you feels as familiar as if you’ve been together for years now. You squirm a little and blush, leaning into him. “Thank you.”

“If you ever need a business on the side, you should consider taking commissions.”

The smile drops from your features. “Hm, I fear that I will never be in a position to be making a name for myself.”

Atticus notices your sudden shift in mood and kisses the side of your head right as he veers the carriage left at an intersection, a fortress on top of a hill that can only be Machaerus appearing on the horizon. “I’m sure you will find your way in life. All you need is a little more time.”

His hands tug the reins to make the horses slow and he turns to you. “I think this would be a good location to sneak in another kiss. After that, it will be best for you to sit in the back again. I’ll need to act distant and so do you, so don’t take it to heart, alright? I care for you, deeply.”

“I care for you too,” you whisper, adding: “I understand.”

“Good.” he breathes, “Really good.”

You shouldn’t dally, for it is only a matter of time before a patrol will come your way to assist you. Despite the short nature of the kiss, you melt into it, your eyes closing as his hand cups your cheek, the metal of his ring cool against your skin. You lock the feeling away, the way his plump mouth presses to yours, the slight and pleasant scratch of his beard against your chin, his scent and the heat of his fingers.

He pulls away way too soon, thumbing at your bottom lip softly, a sad sigh leaving his lungs. “You beautiful woman,” he mutters, “How much I wish I wouldn’t have to drop you off at this pit of hypocrites.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in slight surprise, for you have no true idea about his political preferences, nor about whose side he really is on. Not that you are at all orthodox with your political beliefs and alliances. Quintus would highly frown upon your thoughts on how he treated the people of Capernaum and others in general. Speaking of which, you were guilty of adultery in every sense of the word at this point.

Reluctantly, you brushed your mouth against his hastily before climbing off the driver’s seat. “You cannot help it,” you told him after sitting down behind him. The wagon jerked back into motion. “You are only doing as you’re told.”

“Hm, I never knew that making love to the Praetor’s wife was part of my job description.”

You let out a tiny noise whilst your cheeks turn pink, a laugh leaving your lips. “I– I suppose?”

“You suppose?” His eyes glitter with amusement, “You reckon that it’s hidden somewhere in my contract between the small letters at the bottom?”

You click your tongue and he chuckles. “Alright, love,” his smile falters, “Time to put on our act now. A few men are riding our way.”

Taking your embroidery from your bag - something you hadn’t touched for a while - you try to appear busy with your craft whilst the soldiers brush up at the sides of the wagon, eyeing it suspiciously.

“What is your business here?” one man asks Atticus.

“Atticus Aemilius Pulcher, sir, here to escort lady (Y/n), the wife of Praetor Quintus of Capernaum.”

The man lets out a sound. “Ah, Cohortes, we have been expecting lady (Y/n) indeed. Follow us. Hail Caesar.”

“Hail Caesar.” Atticus counters. Your eyes flit to the two riders riding at the back of the wagon now, your throat running dry at their scrutiny. They’re armed to the teeth, even their horses are covered in plate armour, with large shields and spears on their form. They look different from the cavalry in Capernaum. You shrink a little in your seat, finding comfort in Atticus’ proximity.

The wagon pulls up next to a large fortress, where a soldier quickly checks the back. “Hail Caesar,” he tells you, and you raise your hand in slight greeting.

“Hail.”

The cart is led inside under tight security and you end up in what feels like a city altogether. All kinds of people are bustling about under the scent of bread and mud and you crawl towards the end of the carriage to take in the view. A few women whisper hurriedly amongst one another and send a curious glance your way, at which you give them a friendly smile. They frown and turn back to their gossipping, a confused look coming over your features. A few stray chickens hop onto the road right after the cart passes by, pecking the tracks its wheels leave behind in the hopes of finding something edible. Soldiers march to take over from their peers at the gate closing behind you. Somewhere in the distance, a horse whinnies.

The wagon halts and you need a moment to gather yourself before a soldier appears in your field of vision, bowing as a greeting. “My name is Titus Hadrianus, my lady, commander Primi of—”

“With all due respect, Primi, I don’t think she cares.” Atticus interrupts, reaching for you so that you can take his hand and step out of the carriage. “We had a long journey, I don’t believe the lady needs to know your nonsensical string of titles, hm?”

“I do not suppose she does, sir. Excuse me.”

“Praetor Quintus has sent forward most of her belongings.” Atticus explains whilst you climb out of the carriage. He immediately releases you and takes a step away from you. Out of courtesy and to keep up the guise, you know, but it stings nevertheless. “May I inquire about whether they have arrived or not?”

“I believe they have, sir. This morning.”

“And is everything sorted out?”

“Once this wagon has been unloaded, then yes, sir.”

Atticus smiles. “Good, Primi. You see, I need to report back to the Praetor as fast as I can. It may be an uncommon request, but I will need to leave behind the cart and take one of my horses on the way back. Once the lady can be picked up again, I shall take the wagon with me also.”

Titus nods. “That can be arranged, sir.”

“What of her safety? Will she have a confidant?”

You await Titus’ answer anxiously as he looks around. “Yes, sir. She should be here any time soon.”

As if on cue, a brunette sidles up to you with an expectant look on her face. She appears to be a few years older than you and wears a few pieces of expensive jewellery. “Uh, hello. You must be lady (Y/n), wife to Praetor Quintus of Capernaum, right?”

You give her a small smile and bow a little. “That would be me.”

“How wonderful to meet you,” She kindly smiles, “My name is Joanna. My husband works for Herod’s court. I will be your confidant during your stay here. If there is anything you need, you can come to me. For now, I will show you to your quarters.”

“Thank you so much, Joanna, it is a pleasure to meet you.” Your entire nature has shifted into your professional approach. “If you do not mind me doing so, I need to send off my escort first.”

“Naturally,” Joanna says, stepping back a little.

You turn to Atticus and give him a smile as neutral as possible. “I’m grateful for your protection on our way here, Cohortes. Thank you. I shall inform my husband of your services, so that he may reward you accordingly.”

He puts a hand on his chest and gives a small bow. “It’s my duty, my lady. You will receive a letter in the post once I will come to fetch you.”

“Very well. Safe travels, Cohortes.”

“You stay safe too, my lady.”

Lingering for too long would raise suspicion, and so, you follow Joanna towards a large building, every step increasing the sudden heaviness of your heart. Behind you, Atticus starts uncoupling the horses from the cart and chooses the strongest one.

“This way,” Joanna tells you, opening a door. She holds it for you, waiting for you to pursue her inside. You dare to cast one final glance in Atticus’ direction, hoping he’s looking at you.

You catch his gaze immediately, your heart stuttering in your chest. He gives a small wave as a greeting, which you reciprocate. The Roman woman still waiting for you lets out a small hum, pulling you from your little interaction to look at her in question. She smiles with a small raise of her brow.

“Interesting.” she muses, prompting you to follow her inside with flushed cheeks. “Very interesting.”

“Beg your pardon?”

Joanna halts and gives you a tiny grin. “Nothing. Let me show you to your room first so you can freshen up. I’ll have some servants prepare you a bath.”

That does sound nice after two-and-a-half days travelling on a dusty road, so you don’t protest it and don’t bother pressuring her to tell what she meant by interesting .

You are led up some stairs and at the end of the hallway find a room twice the size of your own home. “This would be your place,” Joanna says, handing you the key.

It takes everything in your being to not gawk at the luxurious environment whilst observing the room. A large bed stands as the centrepiece in the middle of the room. Deep purple drapes adorn the windows and the carpets must have come all the way from Asia. Your small chest of belongings with the familiar letters SPQR on the front stands on the desk already. Around it, there are a few crates of other items you’ve brought.

“This is way more than I ever could have asked for. Thank you, Joanna.”

She gives you a small bow. A few servants brush past the two of you to head into the bathroom to prepare you a hot bath. “It’s nothing. After all, as your confidant it’s my task to make sure you are comfortable here whilst you visit us. Your husband paid us good money to keep you pleasant and safe.”

Your eyes widen. “He has?”

Joanna blinks in slight puzzlement. “You didn’t know? Everything is covered to the highest extent. You’ll be allowed to use whatever facilities you’d like.”

Slowly nodding, you swallow thickly. “Alright,” you whisper, repeating “Thank you.”

“If you need me, my room is three doors down on the right.” she tells you, “The door with the small red lilies on the panes. Meet me whenever you’re ready, so that I can give you a tour of the place.”

She heads for the door to leave you be. You sit on the edge of the bed and sigh, drinking in the unfamiliar place you’d have to call your home for an undisclosed amount of time. You aren’t sure if you like it or not, but what you do know is that you are definitely not used to it.

You wait for a while until the servants exit the bathroom quietly, the sign that the bath is ready.

The water is pleasantly scalding, yet your gut twists with dread as you rinse away the final remnants of Atticus’ lovemaking, although purple, beautiful bruises remain.

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“sometimes, i just need the world to be beautiful. i know how dark and ugly it can be but i just want to see something good and focus only on it for a few minutes.” With Jason??

"Maybe it's stupid to ask, but why are you carrying boxes of clothes?" It's an honest question, and Jason can't blame Roy for asking. To anyone watching him, it must seem weird to see a grown ass man carrying four big boxes of clothes down the street, but Jason had his reasons.

"Why don't you grab one and find out?" Jason replied, pausing to look over at his friend. Roy shrugged, deciding he may as well since he had nothing better to do. Taking the top two boxes, Roy fell in-step beside Jason as they walked into what Roy had assumed to be one of the worst areas of Gotham City. At least, that's what everyone told him.

"Sooo... you gonna tell me where we're going? Or am I just supposed to follow you like a lost puppy?" Roy asked, watching as Jason turned down an alleyway. He received no answer, instead sighing as he picked up the pace to keep up.

Jason weaved through the cluttered trashbags and dumpsters, and Roy got the feeling Jason had memorized this path half a dozen times by now. He nearly tripped twice on stray pipes, passed by broken bottles and discarded needles that made his skin crawl. Jason didn't give them a second glance. Finally, Jason stopped outside of a rundown building that somehow, despite all odds, was still standing and operating like a normal business.

The bricks were worn and faded, the lettering on the building long-worn away by the elements. Still,, Roy recognized a shelter when he saw one, even in Gotham's underbelly. Jason seemed to forget he was there, pushing the door open with his hip and holding it with his foot so Roy could enter after him. The lady at the desk waved, smiling at Jason and welcoming him in.

"Hey, Maria. I'm here to drop off some stuff. Should I just take it in or leave it with you?" Jason asked, pausing by the desk as the polite elderly woman stood up from her seat.

"You can take them in. I'm sure the younger kids would love to see you again, Jason, especially Rory and Michael." Maria said, her crows-feet crinkling up as her eyes squinted under the sheer joy of her smile. Jason nodded, shifting the boxes to his other hip as he moved to the pair of doors. Maria shuffled ahead, and Roy watched as she held the door open for them.

As soon as the door closed, Roy witnessed what he could only describe as a dream play out before him. A herd of kids, anywhere from his own daughter's age to teenagers, stop what they were doing and let out tiny joyful sounds from yells to laughter. The group rushed forward, the kids eager to see Jason and the teenagers quietly offering their aid to take all four boxes from both Jason and Roy.

The boxes were opened, their contents dug through and distributed in order of need and want. Teenagers took less, only what they needed, and Jason passed out a few toys to the younger kids in the shelter that had been tossed out by family. Roy couldn't describe the feeling that welled up in his chest, not until hours had passed of him watching kids hang off Jason's arms and him shoot the shit with the teenagers and staff.

"I didn't know you were such a good-spirit, Jay." Roy finally said, earning a soft laugh from the man on the sidewalk beside him. "What prompted all that? Clearly they know you pretty well."

"Y'know, Roy... Sometimes I just need the world to be beautiful. I know how dark and ugly it can be. Hell, I lived it, and sometimes I still do. But here? That little bit of help I can do that makes these kids' lives a little better?" Jason mused, his gaze on something far off, beyond the horizon and beyond what Roy could see. "It lets me see something good, and focus on that, even for just a few minutes."

Roy snorted, shaking his head as he leaned against the wall behind them. In all the time he'd known Jason, he was always a little more surprised than when he started.

#jaybirdspeaks #hey!! i hope this was good!!#jason todd #roy harper #hella based on headcanons i have lmao #ficlets #ask games #jaysfics

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robrae-is-forever · 11 months

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Not going to lie, I am super disappointed with the new Spiderverse movie.

Spoilers btw but I’m just gonna ramble

It’s pretty clear that Sony wanted a trilogy and forced the writing team to stretch the film out into a duology, because this film is fucking bloated with nonsense and time wasting stuff, and that cliffhanger sequel baiting ending left me going, “That’s it?”

When it slows down to compensate for the script being torn into two movies, it slows down and man you can feel it. It doesn’t slow down for anything important either; I get that the emotional moments need some levity but goddamn they go on for way longer than anything in the first film, and for a lot less important stuff, too. The first film was fast paced and kinetic, and after rewatching today I can say that it was never as dull as this when it slowed down.

Miles feels really generic after “growing up” and accepting his role as Spiderman, and I wasn’t expecting his usual dorkiness to wear off on me so quickly in this film. He was an awkward teen being forced to fill the large shoes of the hero before him, and the first film didn’t have to play it up to sell his character to us. How can he be as good as Spider-Man when Peter already exists?

With good writing, which the first film had, and this film, whether due to how stretched thin it is or something else, doesn’t have it. Honestly, I really can’t stand how everyone is in love with Miles. Gwen shows up to Miles universe and goes, “It’s always so nice talking to you” and it really bugged me because I’m just like

“bitch you haven’t talked to him in months, and you barely talked to him in the last film what are you on about”

And then the Peter from the first film shows up with his new daughter and is like “I had her because of you because I thought she’d grow up to be like you because I think you’re cool” and I’m like

“that’s fucking weird, maybe you should let your daughter grow up to be her own person instead of the awkward kid you barely mentored and don’t know anything about at all other than he’s a spiderman”

I don’t know anything about Miles in the comics or in the recent game because I’m a spider enjoyer not a spider fan, but there isn’t enough about Miles for me to like in this new film. He’s upset that he can’t be Spider-Man and himself, which is something Toby Maguire figured out all the way back in the early 00′s, and this film doesn’t do anything new with that plotline.

The first spiderverse film was good because it tread new ground with a well known backstory, about an outcast kid getting powers and learning to use them for good. The addition of a version of a burned out character we know and love, as well as the new spider people helping Miles as a person and fledgling hero, was entertaining. What does he have now that he’s grown up? Not much.

Now he’s just going through Toby’s phase, in a stretched out movie, where everyone loves him and thinks he’s so great despite not having as much of an interesting personality this time around, and also not doing anything important, either. He doesn’t stop the main villain, he just complains a lot that he isn’t getting his way. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still got some good jokes, and I like the Spot and Miguel, but this film was way too long with way too little happening in it. This film also focuses way too much on the side characters instead of on Miles, like it wants Gwen and Spot to be the main character, and as a result it really doesn’t feel like there’s a main character at all.

There are some other stupid things I don’t like, too. Why is there a pregnant black woman riding a motorcycle and fighting? Babies are soft and should not be exposed to battle with superpowered characters, and pregnant women have trouble moving around. Like, seriously. They can have trouble standing up in the later stages of pregnancy, because they can’t rotate and push themselves up because of the baby bump sometimes. So how am I expected to believe that she’s being a super bad ass, even with powers? I don’t know who she is, and I really don’t care. The first film gave us a quick rundown on all the spider people when they showed up, and I don’t know a single thing about this chick. At the very least, she didn’t have to be pregnant, it added nothing to the film while it was in motion and was genuinely distracting.

The whole spider society thing just made me think of the early Rick and Morty seasons with the whole “council of ricks citadel and evil morty” bullshit. I did not go into this wanting to think about that cartoon, and unfortunately it’s all I could think about in the quarter of the movie that it takes up. Try and tell me it doesn’t remind you of it a little bit.

Now, as a big ol shipper who loves well written romances, I can firmly say I’m not buying this “will they won’t they” shit with Miles and Gwen. She had barely warmed up to being Miles’ friend by the end of the last film, and I already outlined why above that I think it’s stupid, but to add to it, all Gwen thinks about is Miles in this film and I’m like “damn bitch have some agency”. They keep trying to insert all these little tidbits to make Miles jealous and whatnot and I’m just sitting here like

“no”

Here are some choice quotes from the first film to remind you of what Gwen thinks of Miles: “You know I’m older than you, right? 15 months older, but that’s pretty significant if you ask me”, “You don’t get to like my haircut”, “I don’t think you know what puberty is”, “Friends”...

Funny lines of dialogue to be sure, but definitely not romantic. Especially not when she lost her version of Peter Parker, then reunites with another one. I’m not saying she had to fall for burnt out Peter, but the fact that the first film did nothing with it, and then this film for the most part just makes her a one note track about Miles, really rubbed me the wrong way. Especially when she points out that nothing good happens to the Gwen’s who fall in love with Spider-Man.

I guess it’s all about expectations, ironically. Miles didn’t know how to step into Spiderman’s suit, and this sequel doesn’t know how to follow up it’s excellent predecessor. It barely has an antagonist, it’s bloated with filler, the dialogue is stupid in many places, and it’s nice visuals aren’t enough to make up for it.

The only thing I personally think will save the third film would be to subvert those expectations. Have Miles turn down/reject Gwen because she lied to him about his dad’s impending death, have him turn away from Peter for being in on it, and have him step into his own shoes.

#across the spiderverse #spiderverse spoilers #and give me a movie with spider gwen damnit #idk why but i'm starting to like her #she has a cool design #it's cool

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Chapter 7

Aaron POV

Did I mention the I'm acting like a complete fool. Not once have I ever frozen over like this. I force myself to answer her question.

"I'm doing good."

"That's good."

The next thing that comes out of my mouth is out my control. I wasn't thinking at all. It's like brain went into auto pilot.

"I missed you."

She gives her sweet smile.

"I missed you too."

She then goes from looking at me to behind me.

"Oh my goodness, is that MILES?"

And with that her attention shifts to Miles. I turn to them.

"Oh jeez, you have grown so much. Look at you, you're a young man now. How are doin?"

"I'm doing good actually. It's nice to see you again but how is work?"

"Ugh so busy but not anymore. I have decided to move back here in New York. I can still work here. Travelling is fun but exhausting."

Did I hear that correctly. She's moving back. Yeah, but for how long. It's like I'm intellectually linked with my nephew right now because he asks her the question I've been thinking.

"For how long?"

"Oh for good. I missed everyone here."

"Maya, have you eaten? I know you had a long flight and plane food is tasteless." Rio drags Maya to the tables filled with food and serves her a plate.

"Yooo uncle Aaron, what happened man? I thought you were gonna put your rizz game on. She had you stuttering." Miles laughs at me.

"Man hush."

People continue as they were, dancing and eating. Maya and Rio are talking their girl talk. Jeff is still barbecuing and Miles had probably ran off to his room with his other cousins.

"So Maya, what are the men around the world like?"

This hooks mine and Jeff attention. The whole place is on mute but their convo. I look at Jeff and he's facing that table too. We are close enough to hear their talk but not to be noticed.

"Gurl, I seen em all. Especially the rich ones. Let me tell you something. As a global estate agent I have seen all kinds of celebrities. Ive sold places to artists, actors, athletes, models, CEO's and top business people . Rappers especially. You know how they like to flaunt their money."

"Tell me."

"So, you know 50 cent right?"

"You met 50 cent? Do tell."

Are you kidding me right now? Freakin' 50 cent? For a winter in Brooklyn, it's getting pretty warm right now. I want to hear the story but not at the same time.

"Yeah, I sold him a villa in the Bahamas. I was showing him the place and he was being a flirt the whole time. He said he brought the place because a fine woman showed him around. He even asked me to be one of his video babes and act as his wifey in his music video."

I'm so close to walking out and gearing up in my suit and hunting the man down.

"Well what did you say?"

"I said nah."

"HUH WHY?"

"Because....... I told him that I already have a man. Chile you know rappers, they just wanna get in your pants."

There's a warm feeling in my heart when she says that. I relax back in my seat.

"Aww look at you. He's got you starstruck."

I can hear someone approach me from behind.

"You almost had her stollen from you by 50 cent, personally I don't think I would recover from that." Jeff says.

"Don't try it man."

Maya's loyalty to me was beyond my mind. I mean I would do the same by probably rejecting Beyoncé or something. She's amazing and talented and all but she just wasn't Maya. I honesty don't see what she sees in me.

The day seems to come to an end with people going home and the sun disappearing with them. The rooftop is illuminated with fairy light and many light bulbs. From where I am sitting I can see Maya yawn. Jet-lag must be catching up for her.

"I didn't see you come with any luggage. Just your handbag."

"Oh yeah about that, my stuff is in another state. The baggage handlers put everyones luggage in the wrong plane. I'll probably get it delivered tomorrow or the day after. It's really annoying, I had some presents for people."

"Are you kidding me, you making it for Christmas is a present its self especially for a certain someone."

Maybe I should stop eavesdropping on Maya and Rio's conversation.

"How could I not, after you told me about Miles and Aaron talking about me, I had to come back." She turns around her seat to look at me and wink. I swear Miles has a big mouth sometimes but at least it made her come over.

Now it’s dark and some people have left. Meanwhile Maya and Rio were in the kitchen finishing up some dishes.

"Ok, we are finished. There was a lot of stuff to wash. I guess this goodnight."

"What? Already? But it's only......1:30am."

"Exactly Rio, it's late. I'm sure Miles has passed out in his room." Jeff announces.

Speak of the devil, Miles shows up from his room. He deffo looked like he took a nap cuz he has drool and pillow marking on the side of his face.

"Are you leaving already?"

"Oh Miles don't make me laugh. It's late. I'll see you again soon ok. You can visit anytime too. You know where I’ll be. Come here give me a hug."

He walks up to her and hugs her and she returns the hug but tighter. Call me crazy but I swear he just turned his head to give me a sly smirk. This kid knows exactly what he's doing. Lucky for me I will have her to myself.

"Ok we gotta get going. I'm sure Maya could also pass out at any moment."

"Thanks for coming over Maya, it's been a while and it was nice to catch up." Jeff says.

Rio and Miles escort us to the door after Maya put on he her jacket and took her bag.

"Thanks for the invite to this Christmas party. See you soon and take care. Bye"

And with that it's finally just me and her. We walk in the nearly empty streets of Brooklyn to our place. The air is freezing to the touch and can see that she's shivering. Without a thought I wrap my arm around her and bring her closer to me.

"Your warm. I probably won't let go."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"You know I know Miles was tryna piss you off with the hug earlier. I could tell you were slightly irritated but brushed off."

"I may have told him about how you gave him all of your attention when he was a baby and how it almost made me jealous."

"You being jealous of a kid now and then is so petty. Well I'm here now."

"Yeah and you're mine. I really don't like sharing."

She stops in front of me and makes me stop. She looks up.

"Jealousy looks funny on you."

"I think it's only acceptable if it's for you."

She gives that smile again. I give her a smirk back. This makes her bite her lip and look away. Before she changes the subject, I place both my hands to each side of her side to make her look at me again. Her big brown eyes twinkle with the Christmas lights around us. Her nose and cheeks a light shade of pink from the cold.

I leaned over and both of our lips connect. It's a passionate and love filled kiss. She's stiff at the beginning because it was unexpected but she quickly relaxes into it. She lifts her arms to hold on to me as I move my hands to her waist. I lift her until her feet are off the ground for two seconds and then I put her down. We break apart from the kiss. She looks dazed and as do I.

"I was waiting to do that for so long."

She laughs and I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. She's squealing as she hold on. We both continue until we get home. I scan the key and the door opens. We climb up the stairs. We reach the door but that's when I remember a slight flaw.

"The place is kinda not clean. I mean I didn't know you were coming. J-just wait here."

I speed walk in and do what I can. Remove pizza and Chinese takeaway boxes. Pick up a few boxers and socks. Especially hide the gadgets in a box. I was working on my suit and left it out. That needs to go. I do a mental checklist as I go back to open the door, where she's standing.

"Ron, I'm sure it's not too bad. Nothing I can't clean up."

She trots in like she wasn't away for eight years. She looks around the place and my heart start to pick up.

"Oh my God."

Oh God help me.

"You have a new car?"

Huh? What car? She jiggle some keys in my face. Oh.

"Not a car but a motorcycle."

Her eyes widen and they have a twinkle in them.

"Wha- since when?"

"Since you left. I gave away that old car."

She looks around some more. I did get the motorcycle some time after she left. It was easier for me to travel to my missions.

She takes off her jacket and hangs with my other ones. Some thing catches her eyes and I follow where she's looking.

"Oh damn. I didn't know you where into swords and stuff. It looks real."

She goes to touch it but they are very much real and very much sharp.

"Wait! Ummm did you see my punching bag."

She turns to the side and focuses on that. She starts giving it punches and kicks.

"Since when where you into boxing?"

"I used to do underground boxing remember. But now I just do it to keep in shape."

“Oh right. Almost forgot you used to fight.”

She does she eyebrow thing showing that she's impressed.

"It's like I'm getting to know you from beginning again or I'm finding out about this new side of you. Do you still do graffiti?"

"At my big age? Nah"

A/N - Yep kinda went over board with this one. Being a Christmas chapter and all. I aspire to write this much or more in the upcoming chapters. The starts ones were a bit shorter. I kinda end the chapter when I run out of ideas.

#aaron davis x oc #into the spider verse #miles morales #aaron davis #spider verse #spiderman #uncle aaron

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acourtofthought · 11 months

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Just here to tell you, coming from the hateful blog managed by, what I assumed is a grown ass woman (I'm 28, so it's not a dig at their age, it's a dig at their immaturity) that they continue to vague your blog on their posts.

I hope you never let them get to you. I'm someone who came into the fandom thinking it would be a fun place to interact and talk about our favorite characters, sure, I'd expect disagreements, but I never in a million years thought I'd come across women who act this childish over a ship and bully, harrass and send death threats. Are there Gwynriels and Eluciens as toxic? Sure. I've seen it but it's mostly in response to them... and they somehow act superior and only dish it but can't take it. But no one should have to take any of this.

This unhealthy obsession to be right and bully others, who disagree, can't be good for them IRL. There's feeling passionate, then there's them. The comments I've seen them leave all over Instagram, it's so transparent because it's the same accounts. It's to the point new fans on tiktok are calling them out. Not gonna lie, I feel a bit validated to see videos on tiktok calling out their shitty behavior, but it shouldn't be the case at all. No one, under any circumstances should be bullied over fictional characters.

Ship your ship, no one cares they love Az and Elain, but imagine when all this is over and the embarrassment if they are wrong in their reading predications. No wonder they keep their accounts anonymous. I would never act so narcissistic and gloat before the series is even over, I can HOPE and WISH, but I never go around with 100% certainty and bully people over it only for it to blow up in my face. I'm not SJM and elriels need to be reminded neither are they. I hope they can eat their humble pie, if the day ever comes and apologize for their behavior. But that's me wishful thinking. Sorry to vent, just hate seeing how they used your post to manipulate their follwers into trying to bully you. They seem to have a problem with popular accounts. Wonder why. Jealousy perhaps?

Vent away because sometimes you need to get the thoughts out of your head so you can move forward without them!

I think people forget to keep things in perspective.

I enjoy this fandom and these books and I'm having a good time coming up with theories. Sometimes I'll even get in heated debates over differences of opinions and while that part is never the most fun, I vent or fume for a hot minute than move on.

But my real life exists outside my laptop or phone and when I'm sitting on my deathbed (at what is hopefully 100+ years old because I want to live as long as possible 😂) Lucien and Elain are not going to matter to me. E/riel is not going to matter to me. Blogger XYZ who hated me is not going to matter to me (at least in terms of the opposite opinions within the fandom sense, as a real person they will matter in terms of my wishing happiness for them).

I love the thought of Elucien and I don't think E/riel is matched based on the information I have so far. And sometimes my post are going to be harsh........about E/RIEL and AZ. If that is my big crime to blogger XYZ to the point that they feel the need to write posts about me and encourage others to bully me then.....................what can you do, right?

The one benefit of being older in this fandom is to not be as affected by a strangers opinion of me. Honestly, at this point, I'm not even all that affected by someone in my family's opinion of me. I struggled with that for a very long time. My father is not a part of my life and for a long time I wondered what I'd done wrong that was so bad he didn't want to know me. My mother is in my life but I'm a disappointment as a daughter because I got tattoos, am not proper enough for her and don't believe in the God she does and again, I felt this constant need for approval from the people that didn't like me for me and spent a lot of time doubting myself and caring what they thought. I've dealt with a lot of bullying from my older sibling over the years and finally stepped away from that relationship even though I had always felt guilty not keeping her a part of my life, that somehow I was the bad person for cutting her out. The older I've gotten, I started to realize that just because specific people had an opinion about me didn't make them the right opinions. If you don't respect someone as a person than you shouldn't be listening to their thoughts on you.

I love animals and reading. I LOVE traveling but am afraid of flying. I feel most at peace sitting in front of an ocean or driving around in my car listening to music. I love coffee and desserts and I rarely sit on chairs the right way because I get fidgety. Stick me in a bathtub and leave me there for an hour and I'll be extremely happy. I have a very sarcastic sense of humor, love Broadway musicals, action movies, hate cooking and love going out to eat. I never really wanted to be a mother and left the decision of kids up to my husband but they turned out to be the best thing I've ever done in my life. I'm never the best at anything but above average at a few things like drawing, singing (but have extreme stage fright), and dancing. I always tip 20% even if the service was poor and can only drink one alcoholic beverage at most unless I want to have the worst hangover the next day. People might think I'm social and outgoing upon meeting me but inside I'm sweaty and dying, thinking over every single thing I've said and whether I sounded stupid. I am extremely introverted and tend to make plans only to desperately wish I could get out of them that day (though I usually end up having a good time).

I am a lot of things outside this fandom but if someone wants to base everything I am in my life on who I ship in an SJM book, if they decide I'm stupid or a terrible person because I like a specific pairing and in this particular fictional world don't think two other characters are matched then I realize I just have to let it slide. I believe that one day, they will come to realize none of it actually mattered all that much and until then I guess I'd rather them target me than someone who struggles with the opinions of others on the internet as I might have once done years ago.

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luckyqueenreign · 2 years

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Listen I’m off anon from this point on lol. These three episodes were stupid. I tried to go the single route so they would send me home, no such luck 😭. They did the Alfie walkout with ole girl like I care about him enough to have any feelings over it. I chose Johnny instead of Nicolas and it didn’t seem to matter. I think they made one script to try and meld both characters personalities so it didn’t matter who you chose and it’s so shitty. Johnny was sweet and I thought that was cute now he’s running around trying to stir the pot like that’s not a 180 for his character.

I knew Gabi was on some bullshit with how “serious” her relationship was with Suresh. Girl, to be called a meaningless fling to your face…to the woman he would have said yes to marrying…ouch. But yeah girl, tell that grown man how he feels after adamantly telling me that you don’t matter to him. Giving delusional.

I found it very telling that when Alfie pulled me for the first chat and I asked him for goss from Casa he basically said that Suresh flew to Lulu and was stuck on her which is weird. Eddie confirmed that it was all for show and here Alfie comes still sly way trying to make sure I don’t get with Suresh. It felt a bit shady to me.

And Meera can kick rocks. I immediately stopped being nice to her after that desperate comment. She clearly has a problem with me so now we have a problem with with other. I never even told Alfie to dump you for me so why am I the one that needs to be voted out?? Insane ass girl. And when she left, excuse me GOT DUMPED, she had to have seen the drama that unfolded and how I was still into Suresh.

Dana…I don’t even know where to start with her. She left Eddie and got WORSE than him. She should have been asking Ginny questions instead of sucking face so she could see what everyone else did. That this stalker ass bitch came here for Suresh and that’s her main goal. I don’t feel bad for her, I told her they won’t last and that I need space from her. She always spouts that I’m her best friend while continuously doing me dirty. You kept the girl here that’s gunning for my man and look like a fucking fool in the process. Girl, suffer in silence.

AND THEN on that roof terrace shit! I told Gabi to kick the shit off since she dragged us out of bed and she stood there looking stupid. Lulu interrupting and saying she sees why I feel the way I do about Suresh based on how he was acting (or whatever tf she said) gets a side eye from me. No one has been a friend in the villa so I’m iffy about everyone. I could take what she said two different ways. 1. You were coming on strong, begging her back and you DO still want her so duh or 2. That’s cute because you were grafting but it’s over now.

Suresh gave me nothing. But honestly he might just be trying to figure out his next move from here. He probably thought he had this all figured out until he walked back in and saw Gina standing there, looking like every moment he wish he could erase. I mean, if I’m trying to get my ex back and I see the person I fucked up that relationship with I’m gonna be stuck for a minute. Gonna start questioning how I’m gonna work it out with the loml if I also smashed that person for months and ghosted them and yikes, here they are. He’s probably strategizing and trying to figure out how to get her out of the way (make it clear that he doesn’t want her and always having Lulu around so he’s not alone with her) so he can slide back with me and not make the situation any worse.

Not getting much from Suresh didn’t bother me so much because in real life, people do need time to regroup and get a new plan together. Not speaking at all means that man is SHOOK. His mind is probably racing every second he’s awake. And I low key delight in his panic. But Finn surprised me, I knew he felt something but he came across very genuine. He’s my back up because lord help me, I’m still on this Suresh route.

I feel like I just left a book in here lol. My bad!

yayayayay i love when you guys get off anon so I can put a face to a name...especially if I see your name in comments again 💖🥰

The Alfie walkout was so dragged out!!! More than Suresh's! Like FB did you forget who I like babe? I told you before the casa boys came back! the Johnny/Nicolas character is sooo disappointing because both boys had such different personalities at casa amor 😩 like for Nicolas it doesnt feel like a stretch but JOHNNY?! it makes absolutely no sense for his character to act that way!! I cant believe they were so lazy to not create a Johnny route 😭

GIVING DELUSIONAL🫣🤭 What is Gabi doing??? I would be embarrassed to try to double down and claim a man who literally just said u were a brief fling. girly pack it up...move on. (I refuse to move on from the pixel man...but she should)

OK babe now wait a minute...so when I asked alfie for the goss and he told me about suresh and Lulu I was like ok I knew this (I was still already hurt tho🤧) BUT I didnt think he was trying to make me jelly or try to make me think like I didnt have a shot there anymore. very interesting....also shady Alf!

oh me and lil miss Meera got big problems. and if one more slick thing come out of her mouth shes gonna catch these hands!! after this week im done playing with everyone..im done being nice and everyone constantly being mean to me!

SUFFER IN SILENCE 😭🤣 DEAD. but also dana babe LMN...LOSE MY NUMBER...thats all I gotta say about her

On the roof terrace I def kicked it off im tired of these people running the show...anytime we have any option to rule over these hoes im taking it 😭 damn ur Lulu theory too!! bestie I love this...I mean I hate it but I love the way u think!!! I do think Lulu is *nice* but I guess we'll see. I've been wrong before and I'll be wrong again.

"1. You were coming on strong, begging her back and you DO still want her so duh or 2. That’s cute because you were grafting but it’s over now."

Also you're so right about Suresh giving us nothing...he needs time to process and think about everything. He lowkey prob thinks he's blown it with us atp. his "game plan" with Lulu wouldve been fine if Gabi wasnt there. I think that threw an extra element for him. Because he couldve easily explained to MC like listen I only want u I used her to save my spot. but with Gabi in the villa, theres an unsettled awkwardness ESPECIALLY bc he never told MC about dating her.

OK that was a book but I loved it 🥰

#luckyqueenreignask

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