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bbtsficrecs · 5 months

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BTS FIC RECS PART 4.1

Part 4.1 of some of my favourite BTS fanfics. Please do consider liking, reblogging and/or commenting on the fics you like. There are so many wonderful and amazing authors out there who do not get the recognition they deserve. So please send them lots of love to keep them going. If you're on here, then know I enjoyed every second of reading your story ♡

There will be two parts 4 as it's (sadly?) too long to be saved under one post. Stay tuned for part 5, joon recs will be added!

Please let me know if some of the links aren’t working. Happy reading!

⊹ Merry Kinkmas - part 02 Enemies to lovers au au | s | @bebejungkook ‣ You find out who your secret Santa was but his gift was a little too personal.

⊹ In Your Arms Tonight College au | s, f | @angelguk ‣ “I’m Team I Would Like To Be Fucked Tonight.” You stated, blatantly ignoring the stink eye he shot your way. “But clearly that’s not on our agenda. Have you ever seen Vampires Suck?”

⊹ Baecation Richboy!jk au | s, f | @1kook ‣ “Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart.

⊹ Act Of Falling Fuckboy!jk au | s, f , a | @kooktrash ‣ What was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. Now all you can do is hope that all the challenges you’ve faced are worth something.

⊹ Candles & Flames Royal AU | s, f, a | @taegularities ‣ He wasn’t supposed to be yours. His foolery wasn’t supposed to target you. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

⊹ Distractions Practice couple au | s, f | @chryblossomjjk ‣ Jungkook agreed to let you do his makeup, but he can't stop getting distracted.

⊹ Naughty Boy Step siblings au | s | @scribblemetae ‣ Reader is older step sister that knows he has a crush on her/yandere tendencies & she teases him until one day he gives in.

⊹ When It Feels Right (read part 1 first) Divorce au | a, f | @7deadlysinsfics ‣ Although Jungkook is struggling with the decision he made months ago, he still thinks it was the best thing he could’ve done for your safety. But he isn’t doing well, and his friends are worried about him and how he’s choosing to deal with his feelings. Meanwhile, you’re now living with your brother, his wife, and their ten-month-old daughter, who has helped bring some light into your life. Just as you decide to tell Jungkook the truth about your pregnancy, he appears at your brother’s house with a truth of his own.

⊹ When She Loved Me Terminally Ill au | s, f, a | @jungkookstatts ‣ How does one live when life is bound to end?

⊹ your step brother fucking you in front of your parents Step siblings au | s | @aris-ink

⊹ Don't Blame Me (on-going) Single Dad au | s, f, a | @thvhoe ‣ Jungkook is known for his good looks and is often described by your friends as "daddy material." Funny enough, he actually was a daddy. The daddy of the baby girl you babysit every Saturday. Working as a nanny for the world's grumpiest single dad should have been easy, but you can't keep your eyes off him. He's handsome, a little arrogant, with broad shoulders and strong tattooed arms. And when he decides he can't keep his hands off of you. Who are you to resist?

⊹ Rolling Stone Idol au | s, f , a | @kooktrash ‣ He was a rolling stone with no ties to anyone or any place and that’s how he and his fans liked it. Now he’s found you and it’s never been this hard to convince someone that he’ll stay. The problem is neither of you know what it means to express yourselves without reverting to sex as a form to end discussion. It causes all hell to break loose when Jungkook realized if he wants you to stay for him [with him] then he needs to show it to you too. Can Jungkook and Y/n get past their own growing doubts on if what they feel is real and work out a way to be together—especially considering Y/n wants nothing to do with the limelight?

⊹ The Ability To Fantom - part 02 (on-going) Brother’s best friend au | a, f | @hanniwrites ‣ You are shocked when your friends reveal their theory: Jungkook, your brother’s annoying best friend, has a crush on you. A bad one.

⊹ Torn Apart Infidelity au | s, a | @bethschamberoftales ‣ That one time when you caught your boyfriend cheating on you.

⊹ My Love Is Here (series) Unrequited love to requited | s, f, a | @solemnreads ‣ You didn’t mean for it to happen. It’s not like you purposely woke up one day and thought “Hey I’m going to fall in love with my best friend!” No, that is not at all what happened.

⊹ I'll Stop Tomorrow Friends with benefits AU | s, a | @dreamyjoons ‣ You know it has to end.

⊹ Just A Taste Spring break AU | s, f | @cutechim ‣ “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.”

⊹ Flat Tire Established relationship AU | s, f | @ppersonna ‣ How do you pass the time when you’re stuck on the side of the road with your boyfriend, with a flat tire?

⊹ One Mistake (on-going) Idol!Tae & Cheating AU | a | @vamours ‣ it’s been three years since you and Taehyung had started dating. recently, you’ve started to notice changes in taehyung’s behavior towards you. with your four years anniversary only a few weeks away, you’ve come to discover the truth.

⊹ Akrasia Strangers to? | s | @nitaescence ‣ Basically two strangers fucking in a crowded bus.

⊹ Stepdad Taehyung Step!father au | s | @aris-ink ‣ "He was not touching himself right beside you. No, that was not possible"

⊹ Rock Bottom Idol Jimin AU | s, f, a | @jkbabiey ‣ When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

⊹ What's Poppin Established relationship AU, | f, s | @joonberriess ‣ Yoongi being the type to buy you a chain cause if he’s pimped out, his girl gotta be too.

⊹ Foundation - Part 01, 02, 03 feat Yoongi Non-idol doctors AU | f , s, a | @hamsterclaw ‣ You know Jungkook is a fuckboy. So why are you letting him fuck with you? Featuring Yoongi.

⊹ Looks so refreshed Idol AU | s | @kimnjss ‣ Friends with benefits is hard, but when he’s an international superstar… It’s much harder. So while you love his friends to death, spending the night holed up in his hotel room just sounds a lot more fun than a dinner party.

⊹ Friends (3TAN) Brother's best friend AU | f, s, a | @kithtaehyung ‣ The week you get with Yoongi has a few surprises. and one of them presents itself in the form of a phone call.

⊹ So it goes Friends with benefits (ish) AU | f , s | @prodagustd ‣ You and Yoongi have been hooking up, having dates and spending most of the week together for almost seven months. He was comfortable without a title, until the last two weeks, when you couldn't see him because of your busy schedule, Yoongi can't understand why he misses you so bad if your relationship is just sex to him. Or maybe he does, but he's too much of a coward to admit it..

⊹ Marry me, Yoongi Established relationship AU | f, s | @spideyjimin ‣ When Yoongi decides to get married in vegas after all the fan’s comments on the vlives.

⊹ Amour Propre Established relationship AU | a | @randombtsprincessa ‣ Crumbling Relationship with one Min Yoongi

⊹ Blind Spot Established relationship AU | f, a | @randombtsprincessa ‣ Yoongi tries to win you back.

⊹Your Universe Rejection AU | f, a, s | @muniimyg ‣ Regretting rejecting oc, Min Yoongi goes through a circus load of gestures and tasks in attempt to be loved again

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the-cookie-of-doom · 6 months

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My entire day is just. Studying child development. And I don't like it (it's complicated) but it's making me really want to write a kid!fic?

Look, watching that one episode of Ingredients Did Something To Me, okay??

After some youthful indiscretions when he's a teenager, Kim get's a girl pregnant. Korn finds out and makes the problem go away. Kim might not find out at all, until years later, when the girl - now a woman - presents him with a toddler and tells him it's his. And Kim is shocked to hell, but if nothing else, he's loyal to his family, and holy shit this child is his family.

Or maybe Korn deals with the problem in a different way. He's not averse to raising bodyguards, Kim says as much himself. He could easily take care of the mother (either paying her off, attic-wifing her, or killing her), with the intention of raising his grandson to be the next heir after Kinn. He knows the chances of getting a child out of Kinn are slim to none. Now he won't have to worry about that. He has a grandchild that he can raise in his own image, in secret.

This is going to get long so I'm going to continue under a cut

However it happens, Kim eventually finds out, and like hell he's going to let anyone keep him from his child. It will take him a while to get used to the idea, to lean into fatherhood, but he's not going to let his own father raise his child to be a killer. Kim sees a chance to break his generational trauma and he takes it with both hands and runs.

Kim has no idea how to be a father. He didn't have a good role model. He know show he's raised, and he knows he won't be the same, so he just. Tries to do the opposite of whatever he went through as a kid. (He's probably the overly-permissive type, but that won't be a problem until later.)

Kim also doesn't have time to be a father. He's in his last year of university, he has a career to manage. Korn of course offers to help - with Kinn running the family now, he can play the part of doting grandpa, but Kim refuses. Hires a nanny (maybe the one that took care of him as a child, the only one he trusts with his own) to help him figure this all out.

The official story, as far as WiK goes, to protect his clean image, is that the toddler is his baby brother. WiK is seen as the sweet, doting older brother when they're seen in public together (which he tries to make sure isn't often, but he's not going to raise his kid in a box, fuck that). It melts the hearts of all his fans, and no one knows he was a teen parent, a terrible role model, someone to scorn.

At some point in their interactions, Kim lets it slip that he has two brothers, and Chay is confused. He knows about the toddler, but Kim mentioned two older brothers? So doesn't that mean he has three?

Eventually Kim introduces Chay to his kid, and Chay isn't stupid. He was raised by his own brother, he knows what that looks like, and it's not what he sees now. His suspicions are confirmed the first time Kim lets him into his apartment. He tries to hide all of the baby things, but Chay snoops a little bit. Finds a child's room behind a door that should have been locked. He confronts Kim, very gently, with the truth. He doesn't judge. He sad that Kim feels the need to hide, even from him, but he understands.

He also thinks the image of Kim with his son is so much cuter than the idea of him with a baby brother.

Kim lets himself be a little reckless, lets Chay spend more time with him and his son, and it hurts how easily Chay takes to him. Like they're a little family of their own. But it's not real.

The first time Kim lets - no, specifically asks - Chay to babysit, because he has no one else, his nanny is sick, and there's no one else he trusts with his son (which is a shock for both of them on it's own), leads to a dramatic shift in their relationship. Kim can't keep pretending this is just a friendship of convenience. He trusts Chay, maybe more than he should, but he can't deny it.

It's going to make the breakup so much harder, because his son is old enough to love Chay, to miss him, to ask where he is when he stops coming over, and Kim doesn't have a good enough answer. Is barely holding himself together, without the added pain of consoling his heartbroken child, crying for Chay to come home while Kim has to keep himself from doing the same.

TBH, the kid is probably how they reconcile. Next time SomethingTM happens and Kim doesn't have anyone to watch him, his first instinct is to call Chay. But he's not allowed to do that anymore. So he drops the boy off with Uncle Tankhun (and is barely able to make him leave that horrible house with his child inside, but Khun is fierce, he'll protect him) and at some point Chay comes to see Khun, and finds him playing with the kid who missed Chay so much, and he knows he should leave, but when he tries the kid cries until he throws up (it's gross, but it's also sweet, but it's also so, so heartbreaking) and Chay just. Can't. Kim might hate him for it, but he can't break that little baby's heart all over again.

After, both Tankhun and the kid demand regular visits. (Khun knows exactly what he's doing. Yeah he loves his nephew, the kid is in that excited dress-up stage and lets Khun treat him like a little doll, but he also thinks Kim is an idiot and needs to start talking to Chay again, and if this is what happens, then so be it).

Little kiddo excited tells Chay about anything and everything, and then does the same to Kim, telling him about his day, all the fun things he did with Uncle Khun and Uncle Chay, and. It hurts. Kim was not at all prepared for how much it hurts.

It continues this way for a while, with the kid an unintentional carrier pigeon between Kim and Chay, sharing aspects of their lives to each other. They never cross paths because Chay always makes sure he's not there when Kim drops him off or picks him up.

Until one day he is. Kim was late (his latest mission was particularly bloody, he had to take extra time to get himself cleaned up and put back together, he won't let his son be exposed to this part of his life) and his son is inconsolable. Chay is trying his best. Just got him to sleep in his lap when Kim finally drags himself, looking fierce until his eyes fall on his son in the arms of the man he loves, and he softens, and Chay sees it, and. They really need to talk.

But kiddo is still sleeping, and Kim doesn't want to wake him up just yet, so he just. Sits down. Looking at him because he can't look at Chay, and Chay tells him how worried kiddo was (doesn't say how worried he was, too), and how he's been fussy all night. Kim lets it slip how much kiddo missed Chay/looks forward to seeing him now (doesn't say how much he missed Chay, and always hopes for a glimpse of him, always disappointed when he isn't there)

They have a lot to work through, but it's impossible to fight with the kiddo sleeping in Chay's lap, so they're forced to be adults about it. Talking quietly, with Kim admitting to things he never thought he'd be able to say out loud. Does say how much he missed Chay, and how he never should have left Chay alone, and how he never should have let Chay think he never loved him, because he did, so much he saw a future with Chay that scared him, and he ran, because he couldn't bear it if Chay left him first, better to break his own heart

Chay forgives him. They don't get together immediately because forgiveness isn't the same as acceptance, and they still have things they need to work through. But he stops avoiding Kim, and sometimes Kim calls him instead of Khun when he needs an impromptu baby sitter, and slowly, that little family that Kim never let himself dream about starts to take form in front of his eyes, and he wonders how he could have ever let himself run away from this.

#cookie speaks #cookie writes #kimchay #kid!fic #Porsche becomes the MOST doting uncle as soon as Chay gives the all clear #Kinn kind of avoids the kiddo bc he has no idea what to do with kids and also doesn't know if Kim would approve?#their relationship is still strained #and kinn is awkward #but oh boy Porsche is a MONSTER #he's going to spoil that boy rotten #Chay is going to give him so much hell for it #but he gets it #Porsche couldn't afford to spoil him when they were growing up (even though he always tried)#i just #i Do Not want kids but I have FEELS okay #this is going to be the most loved child in the world #surrounded by incredibly traumatized and love-starved adults that will do anything and everything #to make sure he has the best life possible #i might write this #new comfort fic alert

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crazy-loca-blog · 7 months

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I hate being so MIA, I try to at least take a daily look at my feed (no matter if I post or not), but the truth is that my job is killing me! Things are beginning to look really awful, so I'm in some serious campaign to save as much money as possible, pay my dues and quit, because I don't seem to have a life anymore!

But, a few things before I go back to my duties:

I finished Crimes Of Passion! I really, really, really want to write a loooong post because I have so many questions and opinions, and I made so many notes while reading (*sighs*). Funny thing, I didn't guess Vasili until it was too obvious to deny it (I had doubts throughout the book, but I honestly didn't want him to be the killer, I had another person in mind), but I did guess Colette's betrayal! 😂 I really hope to find a moment to do it next week.

Is there anyone else here reading Dirty Little Secrets? I swear I thought this was going to be another book like Witness (but with an actual plot) because the characters couldn't even say "hi" without making a dirty comment and it was kind of "OMG, not these h*rny people again!" exhausting, but the last two or three chapters have been quite surprising! It's one of those books I'd suggest people to keep reading because the first chapters don't reflect what the rest of the book is.

My biggest fear about The Dalton Affair is kind of becoming a reality: in The Nanny Affair, I never played using my MC as the third wheel in the relationship between Sam and Sofia (= Sofia was the first one who cheated in my story), but somehow now it feels the book is already treating MC and Sam as if they were a couple after 5 chapters. I know the book will skip LOTS of scenes because Sam was not present in them, but it still doesn't make much sense. I'm at a point where they both know each other's feelings, but everything was super sudden, I don't think I can even explain it.

Every character in The Billionaire's Baby needs to think about what they truly want for their lives. These people have some serious maturity issues.

I haven't played Bloodbound Origins yet, I think I'll wait for it to be fully released to read it.

I haven't played Blades either. I still need to finish my Book 1 replay lol.

Anyway, this is a summary of the opinions no one asked for, but I needed to vent. Even if most of the current releases are being meh at the moment, I can't even begin to explain how much they're helping me to disconnect from real life. My final advice would be: Don't read The Dalton Affair if you haven't read The Nanny Affair first, or you won't understand a thing. 😂

#playchoices #choices stories you play #crimes of passion #dirty little secrets #the dalton affair #the billionaire's baby #bloodbound origins #blades of light and shadow

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thezfc · 1 year

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Regarding the subject of Tom and Zawe pap strolls, it's painfully obvious from Tom's expressions in all these photos that he absolutely hates doing the pap strolls, to be fair to him. I still can't figure out why he keeps letting himself get talked into them because his talent makes it unnecessary.

Zawe on the other hand ... stands much more to gain from them, and I'm prepared to bet any price that these pap strolls are all her idea. I've been told by several folks that know her that, while she is for the most part nice enough, she can also be a tad demanding and controlling. The stories from the Doctor Who set, although massively exaggerated, did have some truth there. From I've been told, she wears the pants in this relationship. Nobody outside the UK had ever heard of her before Tom came along, and inside the UK her fanbase was tiny. If one looks at Zawe's facial expressions in most of these staged photos, she's usually looking straight at the camera and either smiling or smirking, and in some of the photos she's displaying the ring for all to see. These latest pap photos of her and her sister are no different, except this time it's the name of her child that's being displayed instead of the ring, which served to eliminate any remaining respect I had for the woman.

Also, I wish Zawe would stop blabbing on and on about how she pretends to like her privacy because 1) "private" people wouldn't do pap strolls 2) "private" people wouldn't insist on going to the 2022 Bafta's when they had absolutely no reason to be there (neither she nor Tom were nominated for anything, neither she nor Tom were representing a project that was nominated, Tom was just a last minute replacement presenter ... and that's it) 3) "private" people don't agree to do a fancy vogue maternity photo spread 4) "private" people wouldn't take selfies of themselves at the store holding up a magazine of themselves on the cover, that one was majorly cray-cray

Fun bonus fact: I'm pretty sure the "engagement" ring she's been wearing this whole time is just a costume ring she's owned for years. To be fair, it's her prerogative to wear whatever she wants, but if anyone wants to see, go to Getty images and look up old photos of Zawe from 2011, in some of the photos she's wearing a ring that looks suspiciously like the "engagement" ring.

When, not if, but when these two break up it'll be fun to see the shippers twisting themselves into knots to try to explain away why their two favorite people are still soulmates even though they're not together. Makes me feel really sorry for whoever Tom dates after her. That poor woman will be hated even more then Zawe.

Sorry for the long rant, had to get this stuff off my chest, and also get other's opinions on my theories.

Well, this should give the Nannies something to do for a while 😆

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sexatoxbridge · 2 years

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Isn't Jason the villan for scaring the nanny in the first place?

I know I've been focusing on the nanny especially with the NDA question, but I should make it clear that I don't think either Olivia or Jason are good people based on several factors and both of them, if we're to believe those texts, appear to have treated someone who works for them terribly.

That being said, there is no way for anyone to know what's happened based on the information we have. And it certainly doesn't help that it's from the Daily Mail, which is on par with Deux Moi for credibility.

It's entireply possible that the nanny is telling the truth and Jason was emotionally abusing her while Olivia refused to "engage" or step in to help this woman in any way and instead sent Jason the nanny's texts knowing he was already drunk and angry. In pretty much every scenario it does seem like Jason was completely out of line. Which is why it's strange that despite the text messages the apparent quotes from this nanny seem to show a lot of empathy for Jason.

The entire narrative formed around those texts seem to focus on one thing and that's how Olivia was definitely dating Harry. It seems like an incredibly far-fetched idea that she would let this article get out given how terribly it makes her and Jason look (her abandoning her children for a pop star who won't even publicly confirm they're together and him acting in a violent and manipulative manner). However, the fact that the article was taken down once everyone had a chance to read and screenshot it and that there was an almost immediate response from both Olivia and Jason together is giving me major side eye because you're telling me that a couple who couldn't even exchange custody papers amicably are suddenly going to have a joint statement in less than six hours?

What is kind of becoming a distinct possibility to me is that while these texts are probably real, the entire story written around it is not. The things being said are all over the place. Olivia is suddenly in love with Harry and ditching her family for him but she's also still sleeping with Jason and skinny dipping in their pool? Like what? And now both Olivia and Jason are saying the nanny is lying about the conditions of her employment and her departure, but at the end of all this you have a story out there that heavily details her involvement with Harry, conveniently at a time where breakup rumours are high and in a situation where a large portion of people who are cursed with the knowledge of anything to do with all this think it's a PR stunt.

The film sucked, but what's become clear is that their is no lack of interest in the drama and gossip surrounding it, so since Olivia is clearly never going to get the award buzz she anticipated from this car crash of a film (which she very well may have if she'd stuck to the fuckin story instead of rewriting the shit out of it to give herself more screentime) she's getting publicity the most effective and proven way...with more gossip. Her, Jason, fuckin salad dressing, and Harry have all been trending since yesterday and it's becomoe abundantly clear this woman has no shame when it comes to self-promotion so I wouldn't be surprised if this story was allowed to be released by her just so she could come out hours later with Jason to say these are all lies.

I dunno it all seems weird and I feel really bad for their children being used as the central narrative for so much of this.

#sao replies #olivia wilde #jason sudeikis

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digiacrb96 · 1 year

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I posted 1,053 times in 2022

That's 294 more posts than 2021!

22 posts created (2%)

1,031 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sunnylighter

@moringmark

@senseiwu

@dinogaby

@xxtc-96xx

I tagged 915 of my posts in 2022

Only 13% of my posts had no tags

#the owl house - 337 posts

#toh - 309 posts

#ninjago - 281 posts

#caleb wittebane - 111 posts

#ninjago show - 98 posts

#hunter toh - 91 posts

#ninjago au - 84 posts

#lego ninjago - 70 posts

#pokemon - 64 posts

#toh hunter - 60 posts

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#anyway my headcanon here is that duusu will be extremely high-maintenance; and felix will complain a lot but put up with everything

My Top Posts in 2022:

Masters of chaos: What if...???

Ok, first of all this doesn't affect the au at all. It's just a random idea that I found fun and decided to share.

The other day I was explaining to a friend, who doesn't know about ninjago, the au and I don't know if I didn't know how to explain or she misunderstood me, but she believed that all the ninjas became children as they traveled back in time, quickly correcting her but the image of the little ninjas causing chaos as they change the timeline didn't leave my head.

Because, come on! The picture of 6 colorful mini ninjas hitting the butt of the bad guys is too fun to let her go.

I mean, I can perfectly see any bad guy the mini ninjas have caught, lying to their cellmates as a prison term to save their pride.

Oh and the contrast that would be in many of the things that have already been raised in the au.

Darkley would see lil Lloyd leading his team of mini chaotic ninjas, morro would be the glorified green nanny, Chen would be dealing with the whims of his little daughter (whom no one would suspect is destroying the cult from within), krux being tacked by 6 mini colored ninjas, wu trying to catch the lil chaos ninjas in what seems to be the most epic tag game of all time.

As the lil chaos ninjas see themselves:

As morro sees them:

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I was also looking for images to get a better idea of the mech of lil chaos Lloyd. And here's what I found:

Movie version, and chaos masters version?:

And also find this smaller and simplified version of green dragon mech:

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Masters of chaos: Changes everything (part 2)

The original post was getting very long and I was having trouble editing it. So to make things easier, I decided to create this second part.

Part one here

I also take this opportunity to thank: @sunnylighter , @ninjagolloydlove and @rottedsoulx , for their ideas and support to this au.

That said, let's continue where we left off:

Sadly the series has made it clear that harumi left Lloyd marked, and given that lil chaos Lloyd has very much in mind the sacrifice of nya yet, this something more sensitive (for this the other ninjas, decided to be them to leave things in the mailbox).

Morro will know the truth, at some point. But that will not prevent him from having suspicions on the way, the time it takes depends on his progress in his arc being redeemed (although he does not know he is being redeemed).

Chaos ninjas diverting the attention from morro:

If garmadon gets an explanation and some quality time with your child. I also like to think that unlike wu, he would not refuse to change the timeline (because we go! He himself tried it on the show!)

And as he's still technically bad, I can see him joining the ninjas for a while to enjoy the chaos (recreation of garmadon's scene living with the ninjas, in the first season) and take care of Lloyd.

Wu, meanwhile, is all worried about his brother who has been taken away by the ninjas (Lloyd) for days and has no news of him.

If harumi's parents understand the hint sooner or later, because ninja are not subtle at all. But what it will be, that's another story. Recommendations and discounts of child therapists? Books on the importance of mental health in children? Handouts indicative of emotional problems at a young age? Lloyd's request for a restraining order? Or the letter by garmadon's restraining order?! (because he also has to be protected from harumi's reach)

If I think the best way, or at least the most logical, to bring morro will be through clouse's spell book... So morro will join the team after skylor. (I'll have to edit a couple ideas for part three of skylor's rebellion, but I've just gotten some).

Oh, what a first impression morro of the chaos ninjas will take, when he comes out and sees all the chaos caused to stop Chen.

I am still debating whether to kill Chen and clouse or lock them up I see good material for any of the 2 scenarios.

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Masters of chaos: ninjago rally

Well, recently in the second part of the main post of "masters of chaos" I mentioned that the ninjas are back competing in the ninjago rally, to save dareth's dojo.

Personally, I like that chapter very much, because we can see, even a little, practically all the characters we've met up to that point in the series, and we see their own way of competing in the race.

But back to the au, while the final result is the same, the chaos ninjas won the race and saved dareth's dojo. The race would probably go differently.

To begin at the time of the race, the group of chaos ninjas would be made up of: kai, nya, zane, cole, jay, Lloyd, skylor, morro, Lord garmadon and possibly pixal. Dareth is an honorary member but does not participate in the missions.

In means of transport they would have: the destiny bounty, the ultradragon, the vehicles of the golden weapons (remember that garmadon did not get his 4 arms and can not use all), the green dragon mech of Lloyd, and possibly the ultrasonic radar.

That gives us several possible combinations for the chaos ninjas to compete in the race, the only one I have absolutely defined is Lord garmadon on the bounty again. Because I can, and I want, to see him dispose of the skullkins with one of the guns if they dare to bring down Lloyd, as in the original timeline.

Also given the situation, and the virtually nonexistent rules of the race, and because it would be fun, wu would also "join" the race to chase the ninjas. And morro would be going twice as fast just to leave him behind.

The chaos ninjas ready to compete:

Morro does not want to participate in the race:

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My #1 post of 2022

A crazy idea for a ninjago au or something like that

Ok, I don't know if it's a flu product or not, but I had to post this idea (so excuse the possible bad grammar).

Well, it all starts like this: Ninjago au (everything is the same, but you'll see...)

We are in the series pilot, Wu goes to the blacksmith, so far everything goes smoothly and there are no apparent changes... At least until wu arrives and sees that it is closed and empty. Surprised, he approaches and finds a note: "temporarily closed. We discovered that we were born to be ninjas of the 21st century." While the sensei is left with the face of "but what happened?! "

The brothers are already climbing the mountain to reach the monastery (as they did not meet, I do not know). And cole, zane and jay are already waiting for them at the monastery.

What happened? You may be wondering, and it is quite simple, not every day waking up in the past with knowledge of the future. So the first thing we had to do was get together, and then decide how to use that knowledge to change the future into a better one.

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Lords and Ladies

Took me a little longer to finish this one, due to some real life interruptions.

Lords and Ladies

First Read: Grad School

Verdict Then: An enjoyable entry that nicely wraps up Magrat's story, and I do like the evil elves.

Verdict Now: Bouncing back from Witches Abroad, this is a very fun adventure story with great character moments that isn't trying to be more than that.

I take back what I said in my Witches Abroad review about Granny Weatherwax being a bad protagonist. Pratchett just wasn't a good enough writer yet to balance the mystique and internal view of the character. But by Lords and Ladies, he definitely is.

Lords and Ladies is a substantial change of pace from Small Gods, and I appreciate it. Not every book should aim to give the reader an existential crisis, sometimes we just want characters bouncing off each other, a slowly building crisis, and a simple through line theme. Lords and Ladies is in many ways a classic adventure tale, and really without the direct deconstruction or parody that characterized the previous adventure-y Discworld novels.

It does feel like Pratchett has turned a corner in his writing after Witches Abroad. Rather than engaging with classic narrative arcs in a parodic or explicitly deconstructing way, he's starting to lean into them, using them as tools. Compare Lords and Ladies to, say, Guards, Guards. In Guards, Guards, Vimes gets a classic character arc but Carrot doesn't - rather, Carrot is a deconstruction/reversal of the "innocent destined hero" trope, and deconstruction like that is baked into the heart of the book. In Lords and Ladies, Magrat gets a coming of age story, Granny Weatherwax has a crisis of faith, and Nanny Ogg gets to show off the strength of her pro-social witching. But all of those arcs are played basically straight - there's no wink-nod or other deflation. There is still a kind of "fractured fairy tale" feel here - Pratchett is still himself - but it's more aesthetic than structural.

This is a great choice for this book in particular, because it really lets the witch characters play around and off each other. Nanny Ogg in particular has some amazing moments, showing off how she complements Weatherwax perfectly. Magrat finally gets a real character arc - learning to let go of some of her insecurity and how to decide for herself how she will fill the role she's given. On the other side, the Elves do feel a bit blah as villains. They're almost more a force of nature than a true villain - there's intentionally no humanity to them, to better reflect how each of the witches' approach to life is essentially human. And maybe this happened in the 30 years between when it was written and now, but "elves/fairies are actually evil buggers" is at this point such an extremely well worn trope that it doesn't even scan as parody any more.

Side characters are great - Pratchett really flexes his "economical character establishment" muscles here with Mr Brooks, Hodgesaargh, Shawn Ogg, and the Morris Men. I have to love Casanunda, who tries so hard and finally gets his night with Nanny Ogg. It's also refreshing to see such a female character focused book after Small Gods, which may not have a single named female character, and certainly doesn't have any of importance. He's made some huge leaps in writing women too, moving past many of the "man in your MFA class" tropes that had hindered much of his previous work.

Theme wise, there's definitely a "keeping people ignorant of the truth is harmful, mostly" thread, but it's pretty light and doesn't really hit that hard. I don't know where in my final list Lords and Ladies will place, but it's exactly the kind of functional, fun, and light work that would make a great airplane read, and it's not trying to be anything else. Not every book should be a transcendent treatise on human nature - sometimes, all you want is a story.

#gnu terry pratchett #terry pratchett #book review #books #discworld #fantasy books #long post #Lords and Ladies

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while i don't consider myself a harry potter fan, i do feel that harry potter reached such a point of cultural saturation that with a select age group it can be taken to be a collective cultural touchstone.

having said this, i think i just really love the chamber of secrets.

the story and the locale.

holy fuck.

the other day my youngest brother was going through old DVDs and I got shocked at how excited i was at the notion of re-watching just chamber of secrets in particular. it speaks to something in me.

i love almost everything about it. i love moaning myrtle. as a character, as a presence, as a concept. i love the basilisk. i love the giant killer dick that comes out of the girl's bathroom. (oh my god.) the out-of-nowhere hard-on for ginny weasley. i love that harry can look at glyphs and intuitively know how to speak an entirely sibilant-based snake language. i love that his blood is whispering and it's full of evil and he's running around constantly wondering if he's on the verge of a nazi awakening.

i love tom riddle. i love his secret diary. i love that the magic book in which he preserves his young man consciousness forever can only be destroyed by a basilisk fang and is later revealed to be a horcrux, thus functioning effortlessly as exposition and a plot boomerang. i used to think it was hokey af that his real name was an anagram for I AM LORD VOLDEMORT but now that i'm recognizing the irish-hebrew connection and the ways in which language directly affects reality, it is so apropos that he incorporates the name of God as a verb and title, with LORD as both name and title acting as connective tissue to his self-adopted metanym, originally intended as a verb in regard to his ersatz immortality.

Mostly, though? I love big elaborate architectures under other big elaborate architectures. That is my favorite thing. It makes me so happy. I will always remember that line in the book from the really boring history teacher who was also a ghost (which they gave to McGonagall in the film, cause why would you introduce a new character with a two hour runtime) about how there was no proof Tom Riddle built so much as a secret broom closet cause that is such a great British nanny state gaslighting tactic, to obscure the truth with hilarious and frivolous bullshit.

To make it clear, I think Ms. Rowling was grappling with demons from the beginning, and while this doesn't excuse her foibles -- her demons after all, can thrive only for she continuously submits to them; continuously allows herself to feed them -- ultimately, she's shackled to her fear, and she will not be free or alive until she overcomes it.

It doesn't do me any favors to despise a woman for being weak.

I'd drive myself insane.

#harry potter #chamber of secrets #jk rowling

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(—) ★ spotted!! EVERLY BLACKWELL on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 42 year old looks like LILY ALDRIDGE, but i don’t really see it. while the AGENT / MODEL is known for being WARM my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be MANIPULATIVE. i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song PAINT THE TOWN RED BY DOJA CAT { she/her - cisfemale}

everly had a very clear idea of how her life was going to go from the get go. she knew what she needed to do, how she needed to act, everything was planned and thought through. for a while it worked for her and she had the dream that she had always wanted for herself, even as a small girl. following her high school sweet heart to college, she cheered him on from the stands, following loyally to support at his games, at his shows, she was the picture of their future on her hand with the heavy ring he had got her and a beaming smile.

then one day, it her plan was gone. she had no jackson, no job, and whilst she had kept his name in the divorce her unfaithful husband had left her without a story to tell with his little nda and everything she thought she had ever known was gone as she watched jackson move on. for the first time in her adult life she had no plan and for the first time in eight years, she was alone. watching jackson move on so quickly was enough to throw her for six though, and with a limited amount of money to her name she threw herself at any man that came looking to pick up what the football star had put down. around hollywood she became known for dating questionable men for around 6 months before she would move on, never marrying or settling, she refused to link herself to someone that could let her down so easily ever again.

her real focus was modelling and breaking into that brand, an ambassador for a few smaller lines here and there, she got jobs to walk in shows, was paid to wear the right thing. but her divorce and then her messy dating life was, public and out there for the world to see, the role of ex-wife number one still her biggest known role to date.

it never seemed to matter how much she did though, the modelling was a steady gig but it was not enough to really cement her and stand out and by a stroke of luck, she ended up landing a gig as the nanny for the dupont family. a gig that was supposed to tie her to more people, get her name out there as a model, and it worked too. she was known more and more for the people that she she was associated with other than a sad ex wife but life wasn't done throwing twists and turns at her just yet when 14 year old felicity dupont announced she was done with her parents and would be seeking emancipiation and she wanted everly to go with her.

the plan to be a mother had always been there, and despite knowing it could ruin her, she couldn't leave this girl who looked at her like she was the only thing in the world and so in true everly fashion she threw everything she could into learning how to be the best damn agent the young teen could ask for, balancing being a mother and a manager where she could.

she is withdrawn to protect herself, blunt and hard working. everly doesn't have time to deal with people who feel like they're entitled and due to work for nothing in their life and even if her words don't speak her truth, her face will. having been unlucky in love, she plans on using IVR to have a baby by herself and sooner rather than later but first she has to make sure her first baby is back on the right track.

#everly blackwell | intro

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booksandwords · 8 months

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The Rainbow Comes and Goes: A Mother and Son On Life, Love, and Loss by Anderson Cooper and Gloria Vanderbilt

Read time: 3 Days Rating: n/a

This is a book I abandoned. I stopped reading on page 110 (start of section III)

Warnings: mentions of death and suicide

This is a long series of emails between the then 91-year-old Gloria Vanderbilt and her youngest son Anderson Cooper. I really wanted to finish this but it's not going to happen because I time constraints. I really hope to come back to this one day. It is beautifully written you see glimpses of the world that Gloria came from, that old old money, and how that shaped her. You can see how Gloria became of the strongest women, she had so many strong women in her life, and in her family tree. But you see all the pain too. Especially when she talks about Carter's death, about watching him jump (and I didn't even get to the strongest of that I don't think).

I want to add some notes here, comments and quotes that I liked.

"Even as an adult, I found there was still much I didn't know her—experiences she'd had, lessons she'd learned that she hadn't passed on. In many cases, because I hadn't asked. There was also much she didn't know about me. When we're young we all waste so much time being reserved or embarrassed with our parents, resenting them or wishing they and we were entirely different people. — There are undeniable truths here, there are circumstances in which your mental health demands just burning those bridges and moving on. But for most of us, the stories of our relatives are important parts of ours that cannot be denied. I was watching my mother and aunt get brand new information about their mother's upbringing, just because I was in the room and asking questions. (Anderson, p.6)

"As a child, you generally aren't aware that your family is different from any other. You have no frame of reference. It is only later that you learn your upbringing was not the same as everybody else's." —This is just one of those quotes I adore for those of us raised in not fantastic childhood homes it helps make sense of the situation we lived through. And remind us that we couldn't know. (Gloria, p21)

"Naney offered me this sense of security as well, but in a much different way; incapable of holding back the extravagance of her affection, she demonstrated it by showering me with love, and chattering away. Her voice sounded like the tweeting of birds mingled with castanets." —This is Gloria about her maternal grandmother Laura Delphine Kilpatrick Morgan. Naney was a terrifying woman, intelligent and a strategist, that she idolised Napoleon just works. Laura and a nanny 'Dodo' were the main people who raised her up until the chaotic court case that made her famous at 10. (Gloria, p.31)

Reading Anderson Cooper talk about his childhood is an insight as to why he is how he is.

"That I have the name Vanderbilt has always felt like a huge mistake. I felt I was an imposter, a changeling, perhaps switched at both, intruding under false pretences. For me, this feeling has never gone away." —I really like this sentiment. She is not the only one I've ever heard express it, but this is one of the best analogies. (Gloria, p.38)

Gloria and Anderson discussing sexuality is something I didn't know I needed. Homosexuality has been a complicated thing in Gloria's life.

"Mary Magdalene was the star as far as I was concerned—naughty and beautiful? What better combination?" —I mean this is kinda funny. Gloria is a bit of a feminist whether she uses that term or not. (Gloria, p.105)

I found Gloria Vanderbilt talking about religion interesting. She was raised Catholic (but agnostic later in life). Her Saint names are Regina and Francesa. Regina was to honour her father but Regina is the patron saint of torture victims, poor people, and shepherdesses. Francesca (aka St Frances of Rome) is the patron saint of the Oblates (a person dedicated to God or God's service) and vehicle drivers. I'm fascinated by Saint name choices despite being agnostic, but how many kids would look at the patronages of the name they choose? Though what was great was reading Anderson vehemently (as much as possible) with her on this one topic.

On the font and formatting. There are three fonts used, one for Gloria, one for Anderson and one for the requisite background information. It makes figuring out who is speaking when very easy, though the tones used are also great indicators of that. Gloria Vanderbilt has an old and thoughtful voice of story and wisdom. Anderson Cooper has a questioning, reporter's voice, there is such warmth and love for his mother there. He is not doing this for his profession he is doing this for family, the reporter's voice kinda shows in that he comes from knowing what to ask, what string to pull when (like if I had to guess Carter) The background information (written by Cooper) is as neutral as possible and doesn't make assumptions as to a readers age or knowledge of the Vanderbilt name/legacy. In an aside, be still my heart... deckled edging. It is such a nice touch and it is one of my favourite style choices in publishing.

Something about it suits this particular book. Despite not finishing this, I really recommend it. It is a wonderful way for a family to share their story. More specifically for a mother to share her own story with her youngest son. If it leads to one family sitting down and having a proper conversation, putting aside minor issues, and learning histories and truths, it has done its job.

#the rainbow comes and goes #the rainbow comes and goes: a mother and son on life love and loss #anderson cooper #gloria vanderbilt #tw death mention #tw suicide #book review #ktreviews #read 2022 #abandoned #biography #? kinda #family #booklr

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savelonkar · 1 year

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"If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything" (Mark Twain).

"You think you know a story, but you only know how it ends. To get to the heart of the story, you have to go back to the beginning" (Tudors, opening scene).

You see, when one of Cherrie (my ex-wife) best friends read my blog, she said this was all too much, and questioned the fact that Cherrie never had cancer. She said that she's a science person, and that "the burden of proof lies with the accuser." See, I wholeheartedly do not agree. If someone tells the world for seven years that they had cancer, then I believe the burden of proof lies with the accused. Besides, how would you "prove" someone never had cancer? Cherrie told the world she had cancer, and she NEVER HAD CANCER. She cannot provide proof that she had cancer, because she never did. It's not like I can call up her breast surgeon, and ask for medical records. If anyone would like to give her breast surgeon from 2016 a call, here is where she currently practices: https://www.elliothospital.org/website/pr-Dr-Emese-Kalnoki-Kis.php

Recently, there was a teen in Iowa that told the world she had cancer, and she never did. That teen is in prison now, and the courts subpoenaed her medical records. I believe that is what should happen in the case of my ex-wife.

For today, let's go back to Cherrie's claims of her childhood. She said that at one time, she was homeless after her mother divorced her father. THAT never happened. Her mother went back into the workforce, and provided a nice home for XW and her brother. They lived in nice middle class neighborhood and had a nanny. Her mother got a nanny, because she did not trust Cherrie alone with her little brother.

Cherrie has told the world that she graduated high school early at 16. FICTION! Cherrie started kindergarten in 1985, right before she turned 5 years old on October 31, 1985. She went to kindergarten, and then did all 12 grades from 1st to 12th. Below, I will provide a link that shows her ID card from sophomore year of HS, and also I have included her HS diploma, which shows she graduated HS in 1998, just months before her 18th bday.

Cherrie told the world that she lived in London for a year. In the document below, I have provided her flight itinerary, that shows she was only in London for about 3 weeks.

Do you know people that are habitual liars? Well, Cherrie is a habitual liar. Her stories tend to morph over time, and they are altered here and there, according to her audience.

These untruths are just a few examples of her lies. She lies lies lies her way to get what she wants. She lied about graduating early, she lied about her time in London, she lies about EVERYTHING. Oh, and yes, she lied about having cancer. A liar's worst enemy is the truth. Cherrie is a liar. I am the truth.

"If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything" (Mark Twain, no relation to Shania).

Here is a link to the documents referenced above:

#fathersmatter #fathersrights #munchausen #munchausensyndrome

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Day 6.

We've been talking about not having children.

If you had told me that even a year ago, that would have really surprised me. Both of us have mostly assumed we would have children. Neither of us had a good idea exactly when, or with who, or how, but we assumed that we would, eventually. Now we're talking about maybe not. The world is quite frankly falling apart and we aren't sure bringing children into it is a good idea - for us, but mostly for them. In all honesty, if I consider if this unborn soul is better off (on the whole) left unborn or having a life in the world as it stands (barely) today, unborn wins and to be frank, it's not even close.

In my (additional) session today, I told my therapist that when I really let the idea of not having children sink it, it felt like relief. I don't want this to be true, but it is, nonetheless.

Though I've always loved children, I haven't always wanted children, the way some of the women I know claim to. I have been through phases where the urge to get pregnant was incessant. And I've loved a man or two whose children I would have very much wanted to bring into the world, because I loved them so so much and believed that love would be amplified if I gave birth to a tiny version of the two of us (but mostly them). I suppose loving someone is a good enough reason as any to bring a child into the world. But then when you consider that the world is literally on fire... is it?

There have also been years when I felt no compulsion towards children at all. Sometimes I was vocal about this, and often, I was not. Maybe it's the years (almost all) of my life I spent as the favorite-oldest-daughter (as my dad calls me) or the years I've spent as a nanny, but I believe I have a pretty realistic idea of what parenting might entail. Whenever people say "I won't do ___ when I'm a parent" actual parents are quick to roll their eyes or let the person know that "we've all said things like that" or "you never know until you are a parent." And to their credit, fine... I'm sure there is plenty of truth to that. But I also feel as if I do know what parenting takes (to whatever degree I can), and I'm not quite sure I can sign up for that.... forever. Parenting looks hard, and I'm sure it's even harder than it looks.

On my way home from work I screamed in the car. As I pulled into the alleyway, almost home, I opened my mouth and I just.... let it go.

I don't necessarily know what "it" was, but it sounded like a roar. Like the first time the main character gets a glimpse of the monster in an actually scary horror film. If someone would have heard me, they might have called 911.

This is yesterday's story and as such, I don't feel like finishing it. And while on one hand I am working towards doing things I don't want to do for no good reason, this time I'm going to let the part of me who just doesn't want to win.

(in total transparency, I wrote a first draft of this while drinking wine and waiting for what I thought was the Bachelorette season finale, and while I'm aware no one is reading this in real time or otherwise, I still couldn't publish something written drunk and not edited. So technically Day 6 got published on Day 7. sue me. but please don't.)

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Hello Grey

I saw your post regarding the requests.

I am the one who requested the "Angst Prompt 2, Wild Card Prompt 2, and Fluff prompt 2." I just noticed that I have sent the wrong number for the Wild Card, it was meant to be Wild Card Prompt 3, but of course its still up to you which one to choose. I also think it will be much easier? But up to you hehe.

Thank you so much for heeding my request and pardon the confusion.

Thank you,

Wen.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

(Kaleidoscope Series || Clouds and Mochi Chapters ||)

500 Followers Event || Prompt List ||

[Note & Warnings: Angst, fluff, glimpse to Kouki's innate ability, Lil' Treasure's name reveal]

[Grey says: Hi Wen! I chose to use the modified one you sent. Although I said only 2 genres, this one was interesting, this prompt took me time how to connect this in the story without deviating it from the plot, and I love this one. I hope you enjoy this and thank you for participating! Let me bring you to have a peek at our Kikufuku's thoughts.]

Angst Prompt 2, Wild Card Prompt 3, Fluff Prompt 2:

“After everything, all of this, I can’t remember my name. But you—somehow I know exactly who you are and I know what your name means. What it meant.” + “Stop messing with your IV.” + “You’re being all cute and sweet, it’s making me want to kiss you.”

五条空希 Gojo Kouki

My Mama and Papa love me.

But if I knew that kind of love would lead to this, I wish they didn't love to the point of sacrifice.

My eyes darted to my Mama sitting on the hospital bed. Hearing the sound of her door open, she turned from the window to my direction and beckoned me inside the room. My Mama is an angel. Whenever I'm feeling mushy and sad, just her voice and smile make me feel a lot better. She's always there for me. This time it's my turn to do the same for her. I need to stay by her side or else she'll get lonely... or else, she might forget me.

"You came to visit me again, thank you, such a good boy you are." Her lips curve to a sweeter smile but the more I look at her the more I feel that I don't deserve to see her anymore.

She pats the bedside table for me, telling me to sit beside her while the nanny my Baa-sama sent with me to prepare the snacks we brought. Mama reach for her bedside table and showed me her sketchpad.

"I have a surprise for you," she beamed and flip the paper. "Ta-dah!"

She gave the sketchpad to me. The black ink of the pen against the pristine white paper trace the lines, forming my name. 空希 it says...

"After everything, all of this, I can't remember my name. But you—somehow I know exactly who you are and I know what your name means. What it meant." Her dainty soft hands touch the underside of my eyes.

So warm... Her hands have always been warm and soft whenever she touches me.

"I'm sorry Mama can't remember much, but everything will be alright." She pulled me in her arms and hug me just like she always did. "Even if I can't remember, it doesn't change the truth that I'm your Mama."

I buried my face in her neck, closed my eyes, and listened to her heartbeat. If only I didn't have these eyes! My Mama wouldn't have sacrificed her memories to take away the pain of my eyes.

I hate myself for making my Mama this way. I hate myself for ruining our family. I hate myself, I wish I was never born!

"Mama!" I grit my teeth and hide my face deeper. I don't want her to hate me when she sees me crying. I'm not a boy anymore! I need to grow up so I can take care of my Mama. I can't act spoiled anymore, I have to be there and protect my Mama.

"Kouki... Your name means sky and hope. There are days the grey dark clouds will cover you but don't ever forget that as long as you hope for it, the grey clouds will pass and clear blue skies will be back. Mama can't remember anything but we can make new memories, then you and your Papa can tell me of our yesterdays. You can cry as much as you want right now so that later you'll feel lighter when you tell me our stories, okay?"

My Mama is an angel... But angels belong in heaven. So if anyone in heaven is listening to me right now. Can you please not take her away from me and my Papa, my name is Kouki, it means sky and hope, she already has me as her sky, so can you just let her stay with us?

...

"Stop messing with your IV." I heard rustling and my Papa's voice. But I can't move my body.

"I'm fine Satoru, I showed Kouki the name I wrote and he cried. Can you check it for me? Maybe I wrote it wrong and he's upset with me."

"Hon, don't push yourself. You just woke up from half a year coma. Kou was just happy that's why he cried."

"B-but, he was crying so hard earlier I didn't know how to quell him. He cried himself to sleep," I listened to Mama took a deep breath. "Here, I felt my heart clenching so hard, it was hard to breath seeing him cry."

"Shhh, it's okay. Y/n, breathe Honey."

"I... I don't remember much about him and you but whenever he cries I wish it would just be me who's hurting, I wish it would only be me to wipe away his tears for as long as I could."

I opened my mouth to say something but no voice left my throat no matter how hard I scream, I tried opening my eyes but my vision cracked to crystals and faded, like a shattered mirror the scene crumbled apart and turn into smithereens.

II.

"Kiku-nii!"

I groan feeling a soft weight pressing on my lap.

"Kikufuku nii-chan!" The whiny, sugary voice of my sister filled my ears. I snapped out of my trance and my vision started coming back to the present time. I'm sitting on my chair beside the window, between my forefinger and thumb the ring-sized clear crystal marble I'm holding started to crack and turns to powder.

"Kouki Onii-sama! You're not paying attention to me."

I turn to my lap where my cranky sister, her long wavy artic hair just like mine and bright cerulean eyes stare at me with a frown and pout on her cute lips. Her cat printed onesie and wild bedhead a clear sign she just woke up.

"What is it Cat?" I asked her and ruffled her wild hair making her squirm.

"I'm not a cat!" She complained and pouted even more. "Can you bring me to your training with Papa?" She beamed at me with sparkling eyes.

"You have your piano classes later," I reminded her. I also have my violin classes later.

"But it's boring. Bring me please?!" She pleaded. "Pretty please! Kiku-nii, you have to bring me!"

I sighed and pat her head. We haven't even got breakfast yet and I'm already bombarded with my sister's demands.

"Okay, okay, but you tell Mama you're not going to your piano classes," I conceded. In a household dominated by women at a young age, I've learned that if you don't appease them they'll hold evidence to blackmail you in the future... Especially if your Father is also a Judas and a sucker when it comes to stealing Mama's affection.

"Yey! You're the best Kiku-nii!" She celebrated. Then turn to the floor where the sparkling powder of the marble that faded earlier landed. Her clear blue eyes look up to me and asked. "What were you watching in the marble Kiku-nii?"

"Just a scene in the past that didn't get to happen."

"Neh! Kiku-nii, can you see if it's going to rain tomorrow?"

"You have the forecast news for that, don't make me feel like a cheap fortune teller." I scoff and stood up grabbing her waist and hoist her up to my side. "Enough of that, let's go eat breakfast."

"But you can predict better, and besides you're not a fortune teller," she pouted and didn't flail around as I walk down the stairs.

Seeing the future or past isn't as cool or amazing as others think of it. The more you delve into that black hole of endless scenes and 'it could've beens' the more you find yourself stuck and suffocated, unable to know which decision is right or wrong to take.

"You’re being all cute and sweet, it’s making me want to kiss you." I could already hear Papa fawning and bothering Mama as she make breakfast. "Hey, I only want a kiss from my wife! After you used me last night this is what you treat me? After all that you di—" It was followed by the clanking of pans and Papa's 'ouch'.

Just right on cue, I can use my sister as a shield before he could sweep me off and start poking me.

"Ohayogozaimasu," I greeted them.

"Ohayoo!" My sister cheered and struggled in my hold.

Papa with his glasses and as usual topless is hugging from behind Mama who is wearing an apron while cooking breakfast. Papa tore his arms off Mama and opened his arms with a wide grin. As I planned I offered my sister who delighted at Papa throwing her on the air.

"Up you go my Hime-chan!"

I distanced myself before Papa could catch me—

"Up you go Kikufuku!"

"Pa," I deadpanned feeling my body get thrown to mid-air and Papa catch me in his arms.

"'Toru, stop that," Mama thwack Papa's head with the spatula and kissed me and my sister good morning.

"Mama," I hug her inhaling her sweet floral scent. My Mama is so pretty and warm, I could stay like this the whole day.

"Kikufuku, bad dreams again?" Papa looks at me as he shoves a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth.

"Umu," I nod and bite on the tuna sandwich Mama made for me.

"Papa, Kiku-nii's marble turned to powder again," My sister reported making Mama and Papa look at me.

"It's okay, we'll get more marbles later. Hmmm, so... What did you see?"

I've seen worse, Papa taught me better than to entertain this kind of setback. I stare at my Papa's blue eyes. Unlike my sister, whose eyes are filled with innocent and lively cerulean blue like the blue of the early night; my Papa's eyes are clear and placid, like the undisturbed ocean and the vast sky, that kind of eyes that tells me I can trust him.

"It didn't happen, and it won't happen," my eyes strayed to my sister who's eating her egg sandwich messily. I'm sure it's because of her birth that route was avoided. "Pa, can we go to training earlier today?"

Papa's pancake syrup dripped down to his sweatpants and Mama sighed. He recovered and grinned, giving me a thumbs up.

"Leave it to me!"

III.

"Hime-chan, did you tell Mama about this?" Papa chuckled nervously as my sister mimic my stance.

"Yup!" her cheery voice resounded on the large dojo hall where Papa and I train every day.

"The question is, did she say yes?" I raise a brow and adjust my feet to get better ground.

"No!" She chuckled.

"Mah, it's okay." Papa shrug and gave me a nod and called us to start. "Hajime!"

I grinned at her who turned serious and ready with the call.

"I won't go easy on you Saika."

I'll be strong enough so that scene won't need to happen in this lifetime.

—GreyCaelum

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 2 years

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Hi there! I absolutely love reading your stories and headcannons, and I was wondering whether you'd be interested in writing a modern day Merthur headcannon about what kind of parents they are. Only if you want to, though, no pressure! ❤️

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Aww this is so cuuuuuute!! I have yet to write about any of the characters being parents so this will be fun!

Ok, so they are SO doting.

Merlin knows what it's like to grow up lonely. Of course he and his mum are really close, and they adore each other, but she was so busy when he was younger just trying to keep them fed and sheltered that Merlin never really got to spend much relaxed time with her. He was working from the moment he was able to help out, and he only had one or two friends. Which means, no matter the working situation with him and Arthur (they both work, Arthur either in business or sport, and Merlin in healthcare as a Doctor or a Nurse), he always makes sure that their kids get plenty of family time. He encourages them to wait until they're at least sixteen or seventeen to get a job so they can enjoy their childhood, and he's always making sure they're going out and having fun and not stressing over any home situations.

Arthur knows what it's like to grow up with an absent parent. His dad was around a lot because, though he was very successful, he worked a lot from home and basically controlled his own hours. But that meant it was Uther's choice when he and Arthur never saw each other. He has a strained relationship with his half sister as well, they were really close when they were younger, when Morgana was simply the child of Uther's deceased friend, adopted into the Pendragon home, then everything got tetchy when the truth came out, and Arthur lost basically everything family wise. When they made up, and when Arthur and Merlin had kids, he swore that it would never happen again, so he ALWAYS makes time for the kids. He's home for every birthday, every performance, every award ceremony, every sports game. He also definitely encourages Morgana to play an active roll in her niece's/nephew's lives, which she adores.

They both deal with any discipline or difficult conversations together, and they're always gentle and soft, because they know that kids are sometimes dumb, and mistakes are what makes you better. But they're not pushovers, any punishments handed out are fair, and don't get cheated out of or given up on. They categorically refuse to do the whole "good parent vs bad parent" thing.

OH! Arthur is Dad, Merlin is Da or Papa. No one quite knows how it happened, the kids just sort of... developed it when they were young, and it never changed.

Chores are normal, but not tough or too time consuming. There will be a list on the kitchen wall of all the things they're expected to do in a week (clean/tidy a certain room, cut the grass, wash the cars etc) but it's never more than a couple hours' worth of stuff a week. Anything extra that they do is rewarded with pocket change or choices in dinner or something else small.

When it comes to homework, Merlin helps with the sciences and English, and his maths is pretty good as well. However, Arthur is a WHIZ at maths, so he normally helps with that, along with anything they get from P.E. When it comes to humanities, they're both pretty average. When it comes to creatives like Drama or Music or Art, they're both pretty terrible, but they try their best. Neither are on the school board or anything, but they show up for every school thing and are well liked and respected by other parents/teachers.

Arthur was raised by random nannies and cleaners and home tutors and whatever, so he tries to avoid unfamiliar babysitters or hiring a cleaner just because it was kind of isolating for him growing up. If they do have to get a baby sitter (that isn't Morgana or one of their friends), the interviews are thorough and drawn out, and Merlin just goes with it to make Arthur happy. They treat whoever they hire really well, so much so that they basically become family, because Arthur doesn't want a stranger looking after their kids.

Arthur WANTS to teach them to drive, but unfortunately, he's a very stressful person to have in the passenger seat, so on the whole, it's better when Merlin does it.

When it comes to things like relationships, when they get older, the kids have very high standards, because they know exactly how someone should treat their partner. Despite both being super busy, Merlin and Arthur split housework, share money, trust each other implicitly, and are still sickeningly in love years and years on. The Talk doesn't really happen, but books are tactically placed in bedrooms and bathrooms, and the two of them make it clear they're happy to explain/talk about anything if the kids want it. If a particularly bad break up happens, Merlin is the one who talks them through it and holds hands, Arthur is the one who cuddles and sings them to sleep.

Merlin encourages a lot of reading and general research and learning from a very young age, and Arthur keeps them active, joining in on park runs and playing football in the garden and stuff.

Overall, they're just super well balance, and they work together amazingly. All their friends are astounded (they had kids quite young) because they make it seem so effortless, and the two of them have to explain that it's a lot of hard work and tough conversations and setting of ground-rules when the kids aren't around. That, and they don't want their kids to grow up like they did, so they at least know what they don't want to happen, even if they don't quite know what they do want to happen.

I hope this is what you're after anon!! I love you!!

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whiskey business - john x reader (part 3 of ?)

gif by @michaelgreys but i cropped it cause god daMn 👀

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a/n: this one goes out to all my john bitches!! i know it's hard out here, we get no new content but this part is steamy as hell. its not over yet, though! i'm a sucker for happy endings, ok? i hope you all like it, i'm still working on requests as i go :) much love to @stxdyblr-2k for ghostwriting on this series, she has the most amazing ideas in the world 🖤

love, abi xxx

tagging: @datewithgianni

prompt: john's been ignoring you and you want to know why.

warnings: fluff, angst, nsfw!! smut, cocky john, just straight up porn at the end but can you blame me

John hadn't spoken a word in your direction for a week. Despite constantly seeing you glued to Ada's hip, he’d barely acknowledged you since the wedding. He didn’t even bother looking up. Instead his jaw tensed, taking longer inhales of smoke, constantly examining the pocket watch dangling from his right hip. You were the last person John wanted to see right now. He couldn’t get you out of his head, the flush of your cheeks as you had moaned for him imprinted in his memory. You were fucking picturesque writhing around in his lap, a mess for him, and only him. He’d never felt like this; never wanted someone so badly it hurt. Usually, he drowned what little emotions he had in the nearest bottle of whiskey. You, however, were igniting something inside him he’d never felt. Lust, yes, but it was more. A yearning, a need, to see you smile at his crap jokes for the rest of his fucking life. God, you were getting to him.

His coldness and distance towards you hadn't gone unnoticed. To John’s embarrassment, his brothers regularly referred to it as "a little tiff", usually when you were within earshot, as they loved embarrassing his brother. They were blissfully unaware of the full story, assuming his cockiness had put you off him. He sometimes wondered the same; even though you remained polite by greeting him despite the minimal nod he responded with, you seemed ashamed. John only hoped it wasn't because you were ashamed of him. The truth was, he couldn't get the intensity between the two of you off his mind. Whenever he so much as caught a glimpse of you, he remembered how pretty you looked begging for him, then the embarrassment of having to reject you out of family loyalty. You admitting you wanted to have sex with him, him getting fucked off at you because you were off your face, complicating everything. Yet, every night, he held your words close to him, trying to decipher them.

He knew his brothers wouldn't get it. They wouldn't understand how tragic it was; they'd think it was funny that Ada's best friend wanted to fuck him. Either way, John would always rather put himself in the firing line of his brother's jokes than risk your reputation being blemished. He just couldn't look at you without a wave of guilt and sexual attraction flowing through his veins, causing his jaw to clench and his shoulders to stiffen, his suit jacket expertly covering strain on the crotch of his trousers.

A full week had passed since the wedding, of a man Tommy had recruited in an assassination effort. It was embarrassing how his family used money to attempt to push the trauma they created under the carpet. He knew he didn't have room to talk, but fuckin’ hell, a wedding? Maybe Tommy should've just not hired him to blow the brains out of his own father. Well, it was one way to get rid of the police commissioner who got too nosey, John guessed.

He had hoped that you were a passing phase of infatuation. He’d had many before; he’d been notorious around Birmingham for his conquests. Sure, it was possible he had just gotten overly excited and intoxicated around a beautiful girl. Yet, in the quiet moments of his life, in between his kids and business, his mind was only on you. You, straddling him in that booth, the way you grinned at him as he approached you at the wedding party. Sometimes when he was driving home, his mind would drift off thinking of the feeling of your figure pressed against him, the feel of your lips, your laugh, the sound of your heaving breaths against his ear. You haunted him the most at night, visions of you with his name on your lips in his silk sheets. You were his forbidden fruit, dangling barely out of reach.

***

John was at his desk, paperwork long abandoned in favour of whiskey and a cigar, lost in his own thoughts. The loud tapping of rain and the wind of the storm outside shook the windows, yet John felt somewhat at peace; a temporary peace, but he could unwind. Just his desk, the moonlight, the gas lamp illuminating his empty glass and the heavy English rain for company. He found far more joy in the simplicity of life than his brothers, who reeked of new money. He liked his things the way they were, it all worked, but he had to admit he was a sucker for a good suit. The kids were long in bed, the nanny to comfort their nightmares. It made him feel like a shit father, and he didn't want to be like his useless dad. He had started resenting the life Thomas was forcing him to live; the booze, the partying, the Tokyo, the fighting. It was wearing on him. He needed a break from everyone in this town, he reckoned.

However, a certain unexpected guest was always welcome to him. You had just drifted across his mind when a firm knock at the door caught his attention. He straightened his tie, leaving his legs outstretched and crossed on the dark oak desk, calling for the visitor to enter.

There you were. Dripping from head to toe, but still as beautiful as ever to him, despite your damp hair and slightly smudged makeup. You had caught him off guard, and in his surprise, he couldn't suppress the cheeky grin which spread across his face.

"Got caught in the storm, eh? I'll put the fire on and pour you a drink yeah? Warm you up." He slurred slightly, springing into action, lighting the fire and going to fill two glasses with whiskey, which you politely refused.

"I'm not drinking tonight, Mr. Shelby."

He decides he won't either. He tried to ignore your piercing gaze, motioning you to sit across his desk from him, reaching to put the whiskey in his drawer. "That's not like you. Where you headed, love? That lecture with Ada?"

"I came to see you."

He noted your firm tone, the flirty smile, the coy eye contact.

"What's the occasion?"

"You've been avoiding me." You told him bluntly, his cheeks reddening, eye contact breaking momentarily.

"Yeah, I know." He took a draw from his cigar, rolling the smoke from between his lips on the exhale. "M’sorry."

You watched him for a moment and he met your eyes, suddenly softened from his usual icey blue inquisitive stare. To shame, he looked so vulnerable right now. You could feel yourself falling for him again. This is what you hung around for, the fleeting glimpses of the authentic John Shelby. The lad you'd first giggled about in the girl's bathroom at lunch, barely knowing what sex was. Barely understanding power and politics. Unaware of who you'd both end up as.

"You're fucking soaked to the bone. Come on, I'll put your clothes to dry by the fire. And don't give me that look, I'll give you my coat to save your modesty, lass." He teased. You ignored the way his muscles flexed as he reached for his woolen jacket, some outrageously expensive tailored affair from some London boutique, his large rough hands brushing your fingers. "I'll turn around."

You grasped the coat, heading to the fireplace and warming up for a moment, checking that you were far from his line of sight. This was a dangerous game for you both. You wished he'd grab you, take you on his desk and finish what he started, but the way he absentmindedly drummed his fingers on the desk as he waited indicated that he was restraining himself.

You'd rid yourself of your thin jacket, bought from the market stall last week, effortlessly trendy but an imitation of the pricey stuff Ada and the blinder wives and girlfriends you knew. You were jealous of their fur coats, they were always warm and glamorous looking even on the coldest winter night in Birmingham.

You glanced across the room to John. He was staring intently at the wall lost in thought, teeth gritted.

"John? Could you unzip me?" You asked, purposefully making your voice sound as neutral as possible, looking at him over your shoulder.

He paused, bringing his fingers to rub circles against his jaw. You caught a glimpse of white teeth and dimples as he glanced at you out the corner of his eye and you can't help but match his coy grin. He pushed himself off the desk and quickly closed the small distance towards you, his hand finding first your shoulder then the zip at the nape of your neck, your breath hitching as he pulled the zip to your waist. You could feel his eyes tracing the curvature of your spine and hips. You both hesitated for a moment, before John’s warm fingertips grazed your waist, lips pressing into your hair affectionately. His mouth found his way to your ear, cheekbone, jaw and then neck, encouraged by the way your left hand cradled his head as you pressed your body back into his and how your eyes drifted shut at his touch.

"Sweetheart, why did you come here?" He muttered into your ear, his words and casual affection causing your core to swell in response.

"Couldn't stop thinking about you. I've barely slept in a week, feel terrible. Then you've been ignoring me-"

"It isn't personal, Y/N. You know this isn’t how I want it to be." His hands found their way to your waist, gripping lightly at your hip bones, sending a shiver down your back.

"Well this is how it is, John. It's never going to be any different. So, what are you going to do about it?"

"What are you fucking on about, love?"

"I reckon that just once can't hurt, nobody would know but us. Then we can both move on with our lives..."

John hesitated, "What about Ada?" His head rested on your shoulder, the scent of your sweet perfume causing him to want you even more. Jesus, he was too far gone.

"We were so close the first night I got here and we didn't. No one caught on then, why would it be different now?"

He wanted to trust you so badly, it ached inside of him. He wanted to feel you around him, make you cum for him again and again, for you to be breathless and shaking under him. He wanted to give you everything he could, even if just once. But he couldn't.

"She's my sister. Family is everything; if I don't have them, I’ve got nothin’." He stated firmly, yet his palms lingered on your hips, the liquor destroying his perception of the distinction between friendly touching and actions that made you swallow deeply and pray for relief.

"You have me for tonight." You pulled away from him, ignoring the groan that escaped from his lips at the loss of contact. You locked your eyes with his blue ones and pushed the straps of your dress from your shoulders, allowing the damp material to pool around your feet, standing in front of the man you'd wanted for years. It was now or never.

He stayed silent, watching you, eyes not leaving yours, challenging you for a brief moment before his eyes flickered over your figure.

"Is it such a crime to want to fuck you?" You asked, the silk of your skimpy underwear forcing John to wipe the corner of his mouth absentmindedly as he drank you in, mumbling profanities under his breath. Yet, despite the glances and his sudden frustration, you could tell you had him. His eyes were feral and hungry, daring you to keep pushing him. His shoulders were squared, he was ready for action. The crackling firelight illuminated you beautifully; you were irresistible to him.

"It's not a crime. Where'd you get this backbone from?" He asked, reaching for you but you stepped away, teasing him.

"University up north does sommet to a woman."

"You can fuck off or fuck me with that attitude."

"The latter if you behave yourself, Mr Shelby."

He smirked at you, holding his hands up in mock surrender, before wrapping his coat around your shoulders, pulling you towards him by the back of the collar. "You've got a mouth on you, love. You gonna put it to good use?"

"I was told months ago that you'd sort me out, John-" Your speech was interrupted by a small squealing giggle as he tugged at your hair lightly for mocking his voice, his eyes bright and crinkled at the edges due to his grin. "I'm disappointed with these delays, especially from the Shelby Company."

"Well, as the boss, I'll sort it for you, personally and immediately. Let me make it up to you, lass," John crooned, his lips meeting yours once again, fingers pushing your thighs apart, still clad in your black stockings and garter belt. "This is where we got up to last time, yes?"

"Yes Mr. Shelby, I believe so."

He pressed his lips and teeth against where your jaw met your neck, tracing his index and middle fingers over the silk of your underwear which covered your slit. You couldn’t help but lean into him, a slight hiss escaping your teeth.

"You like that, huh? You're fuckin’ soaked for me already, love," John muttered against your neck, lifting your left leg to hook around his waist, easily lifting you onto his desk, scattering loose papers and heavy accounting books onto the floor in his urgency to feel your bare skin on his. "They teach you how to push a bloke over the edge at that fancy university?"

"No, I figured that out on my own actually."

"Always knew you were bright," He smirked, quickly ridding you of your flimsy panties, the pads of his fingertips hot against your thighs. "Always going for the ones smarter than me, Tommy reckons it's not difficult."

"Your brother's chatting shit, he's not the one ‘bout to fuck me on his desk, yeah?" You shot back, opening your thighs to encourage him, your cunt exposed, cutting off John’s laugh. He couldn’t help but stare, eyes glued to your dripping cunt. "You're my favourite brother, always have been. If you tell Finn, I'll kill you," You teased.

"Come off it," John grunted in reply, unable to restrain pressing kisses to your inner thighs, your head tilting back, fingers desperately clutching at his hair. “Need t’get a proper taste of you, yeah? Look so fuckin’ sweet for me.” His mouth reached your core, slowly dipping his tongue into you, causing your mouth to fall open in ecstasy. God, his lips were even softer than they looked. His movements switched from light and teasing to purposeful and focused, his fingers curled and pumping inside you, tongue and thumb attacking your clit. He'd gotten on his knees, your legs wrapped around his neck as he groaned into your cunt, causing you to buck your hips wildly at the sensation, moans falling out of your mouth.

“Fuckin’ christ, John,” You swore, feeling yourself pulsate and twitch around his nimble fingers, crying out into the empty office building. You were getting so close, your hips jerking independently, chest heaving as you gasped for air. You were quickly getting overstimulated, you were so close. Before you could finish, John raised his head back to yours, letting you taste yourself on his mouth, his hands moving from your cunt to your tits, finger tips tracing the outline of your nipples through your silk bra.

"If we get to do this once, I want to feel you finish on my cock, doll," John grunted in a hushed tone, pointedly moving his lips to your collarbone when you opened your mouth to argue back to him.

"Then I get to ride you." Your statement took him by surprise; most women he'd slept with seemed fairly passive in bed. Sure they enjoyed themselves, but they never took control. He could feel himself swell in response to your words. He'd never been put in this position; he was a stranger to it, but the idea was thrilling and wickedly seductive. Especially from someone who was the epitome of "girl-next-door" as they were growing up.

"Polly reckoned you'd be trouble since Ada told us you'd returned. Don't mind getting into trouble with you, though," He teased, his plump mouth dipping to your cleavage, unclasping your bra, tongue circling your hardening nipples.

"John, fuckin’ christ, need you to finish me off, yeah?" You begged, voice shaking, much to his amusement, his fingers re-entering you roughly. John pressed open-mouthed kisses to your neck, soothing your body from the sharp sensation, the slight pain exacerbating the pleasure arising from his mouth and fingers.

"I've barely started with you, and already you're begging for me to fuck you." He muttered into your skin, as he watched you writhe and lift your hips, reacting beautifully to the feelings he was reawakening within you.

"John, m’not fucking about, yeah? I need you," You whined, hand resting on his inner thigh, fingers grazing the fastenings across his groin, gazing up at him from your seat on his desk. John hated waiting for relief, he had very little patience, and almost immediately he gave in and collapsed into his large armchair, pulling you on top of him, letting you pin his wrists to the chair and grind against him as your mouth found his, then his neck, removing his waistcoat, shirt and tie, revealing his muscular chest. The bruising kisses you pressed to his skin left him breathless and needing more, helping you unbuckle his belt and push his suit trousers down his legs. You couldn’t help but take him into your hand, moving it up and down his sensitive shaft.

“Christ, you’re too fuckin’ good at this,” John groaned as you spit on your palm to better move your hand up and down his cock, teasing the sensitive tip with your fingers and tongue. He couldn’t help but watch you, keeping eye contact as you toyed with him, blue eyes heavy with pleasure and lust for more.

You angled your hips above him and he adjusted himself, using his hand to better push himself inside you. You yelped lightly as you adjusted to his girth, his mouth distracting you by pressing kisses on your shoulder and tangling his hands through your hair, trying to control his breaths as you adjusted to him, soft moans falling from your mouth, your tight cunt gripping his cock.

“S’fuckin’ perfect, like your pussy was made for me,” he groaned, breath growing heavier with the sensation of you grinding against him. Pushing his hips up into you, he couldn’t help but grab at your hip bones, grip burning into your skin, bouncing you on his cock, mouth slightly slack, groaning as he grasped at your flesh. You’d imagined hundreds of times how fucking irresistible John would look underneath you, but it was nothing compared to the real thing.

The thrill of having John Shelby with his trousers down in his office, quickly dissolving into a moaning and grunting mess with every rotation or twist of your hips, in the midst of a stormy night while the thunder echoed around the empty streets below was almost too much to take. You should be home right now, curled up in that empty unheated flat, behaving yourself. Even on a date or fucking someone else. But instead you'd gone to him and now you were riding him. You wanted the moment to last forever, right now everything felt so right, you knew when it was over the guilt would hit. But you couldn't avoid it, you could feel your legs start to shake.

“Look so god damn pretty ridin’ me, love. Makin’ me wanna cum inside you.” John growled, panting, struggling to keep pace as you moaned on top of him. Your fingers found his jawline and guided him to look up at you, craving to see how his face looked when he finally came undone. He reached between your legs, torturing your clit with his fingers while he slammed into you a few extra times, using up the rest of his energy. The extra stimulation pushed you over the edge, crying out John’s name as you felt yourself release. Watching you whine his name was the last straw for him, spilling into you as your dripping cunt squeezed him, reveling in the image of you a mess for him.

***

You finally came back to your senses, catching your breath, John clutching you to his chest protectively for a minute or two, enjoying the tranquility and post-sex clarity. He checked his clock, sighing and lifting you from his lap to his desk, running a towel under the sink in the corner of his room and passing it to you to clean up between your legs with.

"Charming," You smirked, tired but satisfied. "No wonder the ladies always come back for more."

"Not you though, aye? One night only exclusive, this." He matched your playful tone, but his eyes were dull with exhaustion and he looked almost upset. He was probably just knackered after working all day and then going overtime just to please you.

"Make yourself useful and grab my clothes for me John-lad." You teased, thankfully changing the subject. He rolled his eyes in the waning firelight, locating the clothes the two of you had left scattered around the room. You quickly dressed, not caring how he watched you silently, as though trying to memorize the image of you. Your clothes were far drier than earlier, the last remaining remnants of damp clutching to the fibers and freezing you all over again. Yet before you could even comment, John's wool coat was wrapped back around your shoulders.

"Because you're cold, not because you look fuckable in it." He said pointedly, smirking slightly, the edges seeming artificial.

"Remind me not to fall madly in love with you. Won't be able to help myself if you keep talking like that, Mr. Shelby." You retorted sarcastically with a grin, earning a gentle dig to the ribs.

"It's Mr. Shelby if you're trying to fuck me. John is between friends and family, right?"

"Someone better inform Mr. Solomons of that distinction, then," You paused, "Mr. Shelby."

"Don't be a fucking cocktease." He scolded with a small grin, grabbing his car keys and hat from the door. "You want a lift then? Don't dick about being polite, Y/N, it's fucking midnight, just accept it."

"Since you asked so nicely."

"You know you've got worse since you've been at uni? Too fast for us lot now." He teased, half serious, as he led you to his car. He couldn't believe the beautiful woman in his passenger seat was the girl with pigtails who'd chase Ada around the canal with their girl gang for hours, the pretty teen who read for hours in his sister's bedroom, comparing notes together. No one was surprised you got a scholarship to university, despite your gender and class. You'd been incredibly lucky. Yet, you'd seen the world and had come back to Birmingham and picked him.

Shame you could only pick him once.

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